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An Unorthodox First Date ~ A Markiplier and Crankgameplays Ego Fanfic

This is from a snazzy prompt from the AWESOMELY snazzy @amazingmsme AND I CANNOT WAIT TO WRITE THIS CUTE TICKLY ROMANCEY THINGY WOOO LET'S DO IT!

Blankgameplays couldn't deny that he was nervous, but he was also filled with excitement. Bim Trimmer also couldn't deny that he was nervous....in addition to being incredibly excited. Bim Trimmer had mustered up the confidence to invite Blank to be a guest on ''Hire My Ass'' wherein Blank would be pretending to be going for Bim's assistant position and would have to answer silly trivia questions, all in the name of simple good fun. You may be thinking of course, why would Bim have to muster up confidence simply to ask Blank to be on the show? Now....that is where it gets rather sweet. Bim had rather strong feelings for the strong, silent, edgy young ego....but little did he know that Blank harboured the same feelings for him in return.

This was going to be wonderful.

Blank had accepted when Bim had asked him, but had had to refrain from jumping for joy, he wanted to play it cool with Bim....he wanted him to think he was cool and enticing. Bim was so cute and charismatic and confident....and Blank just adored him, he was so bright and gorgeous in so many ways, and being able to spend more time with him was something that Blank was never going to pass up. So here he was, being sat in his official contestant seat in Bim's studio by one of the production team...and as his gaze went across the set, there he saw the charismatic man himself....staring right back at him.

Bim's breath caught in his throat when he saw Blank's eyes on him....those beautifully unique, sharp eyes that made Bim feel like Blank was seeing right into his soul. He nibbled his lip nervously as a technician touched up the blush on his cheeks in preparation for the cameras and studio audience; Bim was never usually nervous for a recording....but this was special, he had someone in his midst who he actually wanted to impress and make happy. Bim couldn't wait to be bold, to be playful....and to be a little flirty too. Bim sent Blank a soft, reassuring smile though, just as a subtle sign to tell him that he could back out if he wanted to; the last thing Bim wanted was to bring Blank into an uncomfortable situation.

Blank though, of course smiled back. He trusted Bim, and he was excited to see what was going to be in store. With that, they both took a giddy breath each before Bim went to his mark in front of one of the cameras on stage, and cleared his throat whilst fiddling with his shirt cuffs; seeing Bim in his tight suit, especially from behind, made Blank feel....a few things. He fought a smile though and drew his gaze away from Bim's ah, behind, as the curtains were opened to reveal the studio audience....and Bim began the introductions.

'Ladies, gentlemen, gentlefolk! Welcome to another episode of Hiiiiire Myyyy AAAAAASS!!'

Bim raised his arms with a wide grin as the crowd cheered, and he backed up on the stage until he was standing adjacent to Blank, who he now gestured to as he continued.

'IIII'm Bim Trimmer as you all know, but tonight my guest is fresh on the screen people, iiiiit's Blankgameplays!'

Blank smiled sheepishly as he gave a little wave to the audience, and he felt a warmth inside him when he saw people smiling and waving so kindly at him....I suppose Blank had always associated this sort of loud, glaring scenario as something overwhelming, but now he was here it didn't feel like that. Seeing the crew smiling at him from behind the cameras along with how kind the audience were....made Blank feel so much more comfortable.

'Heya.'

Blank spoke softly, smiling a side-smile as he then mustered up the courage to look at Bim.....oh jeez he was handsome. I mean, he was handsome constantly, but seeing him on his own stage, excited, enthusiastic, and doing what he loved, just seemed to make him more beautiful. Bim smiled, his heart was pounding so fast, but he kept his cool.

'So my dear guest, how are you today?'

Blank smiled more....but he didn't want to reply so simply. He'd chickened out so many times when it came to flirting with the guy he had feelings for, and he was NOT going to chicken out this time. He looked up to Bim as he replied in a soft, purred tone.

'I'm good thanks. I would ask how you're doing but ah....you look pretty damn good to me.'

Blank made a point of looking Bim up and down, and giggled a little when he heard a few whoops from the audience. Bim's jaw nearly dropped, and he thanked the lord that all the stage make-up was covering his real developing blush.....Blank had just flirted with him....this was the best day of his life. Of course though, Bim defined professionalism....and besides, it would be rude not to reciprocate.

'Mmm, I bet you say that to the countless handsome men begging for your attention.'

'Are you counting yourself among them Mr Trimmer? Only, I don't see you on your knees.'

Numerous hushed, whispered 'oohs' echoed out from the crowd as they eagerly observed the flirtatious quips between Blank and Bim....this was definitely going to be an episode viewers weren't going to forget in a hurry. Bim and Blank did have to swiftly get back to business, since there was a show to run after all. After painstakingly refraining from engaging Blank in a verbal war, Bim straightened up, and let the show begin.

'As much as I love this game of ours, there is a bigger one that must be played. Apparently you want to be my esteemed assistant, but of course, I don't accept just anybody....so you're going to answer some questions for me. Get them right and you win....get them wrong however and ah.....well, you'll see....'

Bim winked at Blank slyly, which gave Blank chills as he tried to wonder what Bim had planned. Soon though, Blank had to refocus....maybe, just maybe, if he got everything right he could avoid whatever Bim's cryptic punishment was. Maybe.

'Blank....are you ready to play?'

Blank nibbled his bottom lip, then looked at Bim from beneath the hood of his black hoodie, a confident grin in place as he replied.

'Bring it.'

The audience cheered, excited to see how sassy and confident Blank was, his kind of attitude was what they craved. Bim was equally as excited, and he had to hide how giddy he was at seeing Blank coming out of his shell like this, it was gorgeous; Bim wasted no more time, and began. He grinned and snapped his fingers, making a large screen mounted on the wall light up with life and display text as Bim spoke it.

'Very well. Your first question is this: The ''Cairina moschata'' is the scientific name for what bird? A) The Sebastopol Goose, B) The Muscovy Duck, or C) The Cattle Egret?'

....Blank was so thankful that it was multiple choice, because now Blank realised that these questions were going to be practically impossible to answer! If Blank had just read that query on the screen then he couldn't have even known how to BEGIN pronouncing the phrase in italics! He took a breath and focused though, he wasn't going to let himself be rattled. He flicked his eyes over the options as he fiddled with his sleeves....well, the italics phrase had complicated words, and ''Sebastopol'' sounded pretty complicated too....so that was the logic that Blank ran with.

'Okay.....okay my answer is A) The Sebastopol Goose.'

The room was so quiet that you could have easily heard a pin drop. Bim was quiet, no doubt increasing the tension in the wake of Blank's answer as he paced around his attractive contestant. Their eyes met...and Bim smirked, inhaling in a hiss.

'Ohhhh I'm so sorry.....but I'm afraid that is incorrect.'

Before Blank could react, he felt metal cuffs clamp around his wrists at the arms of the chair, as well as at his ankles at the chair legs. He was trapped, immobilised....vulnerable. Blank gulped and gasped, tugging fruitlessly as he heard the audience gasp excitedly....they and he were thinking about Bim's earlier alluding to punishment for incorrect answers. Bim chuckled, smiling down at Blank as he purred.

'The answer we were looking for was actually B) The Muscovy Duck. Now, I know you must feel disheartened at getting something wrong so early on....but don't worry....I have just the thing to motivate you to get the next questions right....probably.'

Blank shivered.....seeing Bim so gleeful with glinting eyes really made his cheeks heat up....Blank couldn't help but feel that Bim was particularly attractive when he behaved like that. Before Blank could ask what exactly this motivation was to be though, all became clear. Two metal appendages unfolded from the back of Blank's chair, both wielding soft, fluffy feathers....which now danced at the sides of Blank's neck. Motivation indeed.

'W-Wohoah w-w-wahait wh-whahat the fuhuhuck?!'

Blank squeaked and descended into stammery giggles, twitching and trying to scrunch his neck as he heard the audience gasp and coo in delight at his predicament. That wasn't all Blank heard though. Bim was chuckling with cheeky glee at it all. Bim had known Blank was ticklish thanks to a few reliable sources, and had been dying to see how truly sensitive he was....Blank was already cute beyond measure in his eyes, but seeing him like this just put him in a whole new league of cuteness!

'Ah ah! Language! We ah, don't have the funds to bleep out naughty language and ah....I wouldn't want to gag you.'

Blank's cheeks got hotter as he spluttered with embarrassment, but he was the sort of person who fought back harder when he was embarrassed. As he struggled in his bonds, he glared up at the attractive asshole and retorted.

'Fihihight mehe Trihihimmer!'

Bim let out a dramatic gasp, putting his hand on his chest as he turned to the audience.

'Why how RUDE!'

The audience laughed at Bim's dramatics as Blank kept giggling his heart out, feeling so damn flustered. He couldn't believe Bim was doing this to him, making him lose his composure and blush so much, it was so mean....and yet, Blank didn't completely dislike it. Either way though, Blank figured that being rude wouldn't exactly help him in this situation.

'W-Wahahait Ihi-....I-I dihihidn't mehehean ihit!'

Blank tried to resist tossing his head so he could look up at Bim with big apologetic eyes, making Bim hum softly in thought....but Bim couldn't resist that sweet, cute pleading expression. Darn his loved up heart.

'Mmmm....well, given that you're under duress, I think I can believe that.'

Bim reasoned audibly, before snapping his fingers which spurred the feathery tools to fold away like they were never even there. Blank giggled residually, filled with after-chills from the feather tickling; his eyes flicked upwards to Bim, despite his bashfulness, as he whispered.

'Th-thahank yohou....'

Bim Trimmer's breath caught in his throat....wow he was cute....Bim do not melt I repeat do NOT MELT.

'You're more than welcome....ready to carry on?'

Phew. Blank nibbled his bottom lip, thankful that he'd managed to recover from that onslaught....but flustered at the fact that he was still restrained; he knew that there was more to come....which made him more excited to continue than ever.

'Y-Yeheah....I don't give up easy.'

Blank grinned up at Bim, who laughed and turned to the audience with a charismatic smile.

'Well THAT is what we like to hear!'

The audience cheered once more, before Bank straightened up in his chair in the wake of the second question popping up on the screen.

'Your second question is this: ''Testabantur Inflictam'' is the Latin translation for what word? Is it A) Instantaneous, B) Inspection, or C) Infatuation?'

Blank's mind whirred at this....okay, he didn't know Latin, but maybe he could try and figure it out? I mean....inflictam sounded kinda like inflict, agh but then there was fricking testabantur....wait....test-abantur. Inflict....test....I mean, to inflict a test could be seen as an inspection, right? Blank broke out into a smile, thinking he'd figured it out.

'Uhh....okay uhm....I'm gonna go for B) Inspection.'

Silence reigned in the studio once more for that sweet dramatic effect, with only the subtlest whispers emanating from the audience. Blank looked to Bim excitedly, thinking he might have gotten his first win....but his face fell when he saw Bim smirking deviously.

'I'm so very sorry, but that's not the answer we were looking for. The correct answer was actually C) Infatuation. It seems like your mind is not yet motivated enough....but I think we can fix that.'

Bim purred, winking playfully to the main camera. Honestly, if Blank didn't know any better he would have thought that Bim actually WANTED Blank to get all of the answers wrong! Meanwhile, metal appendages unfolded from Blank's chair once more, but this time from the arms of the chair....and this time bearing two very soft, supple blusher make-up brushes rather than feathers. Blank's eyes darted between the two tools as they got closer to his torso, and he hurried into stutters.

'C-C'mon c-c-can't we talk about th-this?'

Blank looked up at Bim, who had sauntered over and casually leant against Blank's chair, grinning as the brushes slip under Blank's t-shirt.

'I think it's a little late for that.'

Bim giggled when Blank squealed and threw his head back as the fluffy brushes fluttered up and own his lean sides at an impossible speed.

'Nohohoho plehehease notmytorsodammit c'moHOHON!'

Blanks giggles got louder and louder, since it seemed that the very dips of his sides (where the brushes were now swirling about in) were particularly sensitive. Blank was wriggling from side to side like he was attempting a salsa whilst his cheeks became a wonderful dark pink.

'Ahahaaawww, isn't he cute everybody?'

Bim cooed, flashing a smirk to the audience who, to Blank's embarrassment, cheered and cooed to Blank too. I mean, one person is somewhat manageable, but a whole audience full of people wanting to tease you? That was just unfair!

'SHUHUHUSH IHIT!'

Blank wailed amidst his hiccup filled giggles, jiggling desperately as the fluffy brushes fluttered over his tummy nice and softly. At Blank's wail though, Bim gasped! He and the audience were simply admiring his cuteness, and yet Blank had the audacity to order them to shush it?! The nerve!

'Why how rude AGAIN! I have half a mind to just let you be tickled for the rest of the show!'

Blank hiccupped even more as he replied particularly quickly, and particularly cutely, to that particular threat. Oh I wonder why.

'BUHUT Y-YOHOUR OTHEHER HAHALF IS MEHERCIFUL AHAND LOHOVELY!'

....Bim huffed. Dammit, that retort was too good and too adorable to dismiss! Also, getting a compliment like that from Blank made Bim feel very warm and fuzzy inside; yes people he is hella smitten. He snapped his fingers, thus making the tools retract away, before waggling his finger at Blank with a playful, purse-lipped smile.

'You're lucky that I like you!'

Blank caught his breath, and felt a little butterfly jitter inside him tummy as he looked up at Bim.

'Ihi like yohou too.'

Blank was soft spoken and softly smiling, and Bim felt his cheeks heat up even more under his make-up; for a moment he was frozen, but then remembered that they had many, many eyes upon them.

'Oh, y-you're too sweet! A-Ahem uh, Question Three!'

Bim hurriedly looked to the screen, and Blank giggled to himself; though Bim had make-up on, he could guess what was hiding at his cheeks....and that made Blank feel pretty good.

'What makes the gestation of seahorses different from all other animals? A) The males carry the offspring, B) Seahorses spin in a continuous counter-clockwise motion whilst gestating, or C) Seahorses remain entirely stationary during the complete gestation period?'

....now however, Blank's eyes were wide with panic. First off, what the frick was gestation?! This most certainly wasn't good, I mean, the previous two questions hadn't been good either, but this one was ESPECIALLY not good. Blank could only stutter as he re-read the question again, and again, and again.

'U-Uhh....uh it....uhm....'

Bim smirked at his stuttering, goodness he was cute.

'Time's tickling Blank-oh sorry, I meant ticking!'

Bim chuckled amidst his ''accidental'' error of wording, which got giggles from the audience and a flustered whine from Blank.

'I need an answeeeer!'

Bim continued, raising his eyebrows at Blank....and Blank figured that if he didn't give an answer, any answer, then the repercussions would not be good. So he hurriedly just blurted out his reply.

'B! I-I choose B!'

His frantic reply spurred the audience to ''ooh'', wondering whether luck would be on Blank's side for this question. Alas, Blank already knew he was wrong before anything was even said....Bim's feral grin told him all.

'....oh Blank....this really isn't your day is it?'

One snap of the fingers later, and the audience gasped as Blank squeaked....because somehow, his legs were moving. It was quite the clever contraption in the chair, you see Blank's ankles weren't actually tied to the chair legs, they were actually tied to extensions of the chair that just LOOKED like the chair legs. Now though, those extensions were straightening out so that Blank's feet were facing the audience. As soon as the manoeuvre was completed, Blank gulped when Bim sauntered over to his feet with gleaming eyes.

'May I?'

Bim didn't wait for an answer before he started taking off Blank's shoes and socks; as you can imagine, the young emo was rather spluttery and embarrassed.

'N-No you may not!'

Blank's voice was as high pitched as it had ever been, but alas it came too late, for now he was completely barefoot. Blank's and Bim's eyes met, the flustered and the mischievous, and the latter purred with a chuckle.

'Oops....too late.'

Bim raised his hand, winked, and snapped those fingers. Two metal appendages unfolded once more....and bore the finest, softest looking paintbrushes that you have ever seen. Blank's pale feet scrunched up tight in anticipation....but as soon as those soft fibres flicked and stroked up and down his soles, Blank just went ballistic.

'EEEHEHEHEE NOHOHO NOTTHEFEETNOTTHEFEETNOTTHEFEET!!!'

Bim's eyes lit up....had he actually found Blank's death tickle spot?! His lips were parted in adoring awe as he watched Blank writhe and laugh wildly...he was so gorgeous.

'Not the feet huh? Are they your big bad tickle spot?'

Bim teased in a breathless, teasing tone, making Blank nod frantically as the evil brushes flicked into his tight wrinkles with ease. Blank already had mirthful tears in his eyes as he cried out.

'YEHEHEHES AHAHA MAHAKE IHIT STAHAHAP!!!'

Blank thrashed in his restraints as he laughed and laughed, his face burning from seeing Bim's awe and glee, as well as from hearing the audience calling out babyish teases to him. To make it all worse, Bim ended up being inspired by the audience too.

'Awww poor baby has tickwish footsies!'

Bim cheekily skittered a few of his fingertips over the tops of Blank's feet as the brushes tried to worm their way under Blank's toes; lemme tell you though Blank was NOT going to have that. He had his feet scrunched as tight as they could be, and Blank's face was scrunched as he used every ounce of will to keep those brushes out.

'NOHOHO TEHEHEASE BIHIHIM! PLEHEHEHEASE!!!'

Blank writhed and tugged, and if the chair hadn't been affixed to the stage then Blank would have absolutely made it topple over by now. Blank was letting out desperate whines through his laughter, which spurred Bim to smile down at him fondly as his finger snap echoed through the studio.

'Mmm, I suppose I can't let you break just yet, we do have one question left to go after all.'

Blank gasped and softly sniffled as the tools retracted, folding away elegantly as the young man went a little limp in the chair. Blank blinked a few times....if he hadn't been unkempt before this all stared then he certainly was now. His hood was down, revealing his jet black mop of hair that had started to stick to his forehead in a way that made Bim certainly feel particularly attracted to the young man; in this state he looked even more ruggedly handsome than usual. Blank meanwhile was feeling a) sweaty, and b) flustered, which resulted in this very whiney, half-hearted retort.

'Bihite meheee....'

Bim giggled, then slipped closer to Blank so he could whisper and wink.

'Perhaps we should wait until the cameras are off.'

Blank giggled as a happy shiver went down his spine, and he even winked back. They'd both been skating around one another with their flirting and so-forth, but now they were skating together, so to speak. Blank jerked his head to get the hair out of his face as Bim excitedly grinned and turned back to the audience, his arms wide open as he spoke like the wonderful showman he was.

'Now, it's time for our final question!'

The audience clamoured with applause as the climax of the show approached....and the final question came on-screen.

'Which weather condition is well known to NOT be ideal when making caramel based products like spun sugar? A) Freezing Weather, B) Dry Weather, or C) Humid Weather?'

Bim kept his eyes on Blank as he read the question....and couldn't help but giggle when Blank let out the lightest, and yet the most dejected, whine in the world.

'Aww what's wrong?'

At Bim's query, Blank looked up at him with his bottom lip pointedly sticking out; which did make the audience aww at him because he was an absolute cutie pie.

'All these questions have been so mean!'

Blank huffed softly, to which Bim merely shrugged innocently.

'I don't choose them Blanky, they're generated at random by our quiz system!'

That made Blank narrow his eyes up at Bim. He was narrowing his eyes in a way that said that he knew that was an absolute fib and that SOMEHOW Bim had orchestrated this to make him lose and get tickled into oblivion! He was smart not to say it aloud though, so he merely let out a little grumble before looking back to the question. This turned out to be less of a quiz game and more a guessing game.

'....I choose B) Dry Weather....'

....at this point Bim honestly just wanted to fib and say that Blank was right with how much he was pouting and, still, panting....but Bim's evil side was taking precedence. He simply loved tickling Blank too much. Bim inhaled with a light hiss as he turned to the audience, who had started to giggle in excited anticipation.

'Dear....oh....dear....'

Bim snapped his fingers.

'I had such high hopes for you Blank, but fate decided it was not to be. Now you must face the consequences.'

As soon as Blank had known he was wrong, he'd started to wonder where he'd be targeted next, his armpits maybe? His knees? It was a no to both those theories though....when all the appendages from the previous rounds with all their dastardly tools reappeared....and attacked all at once. Feathers at his neck, blusher brushes at his sides and tummy, and fine paintbrushes at his feet. They were all in action and all driving Blank to hysteria.

'AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA BIHIHAHAHAHAAA!!!'

Blank legitimately thought he was going to go insane, he couldn't believe all his tickle spots were being attacked at once! He was scrunching his shoulders and feet desperately from the flicking feathers and brushes, whilst trying to somehow curl up his torso to hide his tummy from more evil, fluffy fibres. None of it helped though. Plus, hearing the crowd cheer so gleefully at his demise just made it all so much more torturous.

'I regret to say that with your results, you won't be receiving the position as my assistant. I'm so sorry Blank, I was really rooting for you y'know?'

....Blank oh so badly wanted to yell 'Oh really? Then why do you look so fricking HAPPY?!' but ah, coherency wasn't really on the cards for Blank right now. All he could do was endure the tickling and the teasiness of Bim's nonchalant words, all while wishing that he could curl up into a ball and hide.

'PLEHEHEHEHAHAHA NOHOHO MOHOHOOOORE!!!'

Bim hummed at Blank's wild squeals for mercy, grinning as he saw paintbrushes swirling over the pads of his toes, evidence of a blusher brush dusting his tummy, and feathers fluttering behind the crooks of his ears. He took a moment to admire his mirth and ticklishness, before grinning and swivelling to face the audience, before hollering.

'What do you lovely people think? Holler if you think our sweet guest deserves some mercy!'

For a second, Blank was expecting silence to ring out....but he vastly underestimated how much Bim's audience adored him. No sooner had Bim's words left his mouth, Blank almost felt deafened by the sudden increase in volume of cheers, whoops, clapping, and general clamouring from the audience. The people obviously loved seeing him being tickled, but they were very lovely people and could tell when someone deserved mercy.

'AHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHANK YOHOHOU!!!'

Blank cried to the audience, which made Bim smile fondly before he snapped his fingers for the final time. All the tickle tools retracted, and the restraints binding Blank's wrists and ankles snapped open, thus leaving him as a properly free man. As Blank giggled and cutely curled up in his chair, Bim skipped to the centre of the stage and clapped his hands together with a grin.

'Well aren't you lot a sweet little bunch! You've all been so great tonight, give yourselves a big hand!'

Blank wiped his eyes a little as he smiled at the audience, he never thought that a vibe of screaming people could be so pleasant. Then though, he developed a bashful smile as Bim gestured to him dramatically .

'Aaaaand let's give a big hand to our sassy, sweet guest....BLAAAANKGAMEPLAAAAYS!'

Blank bowed his head a little with a smile at they cheered once more, giving the crowd a little wave....honestly, he just couldn't stop smiling, he was so happy from all of this. Then, Bim turned to fully face the audience once more, spreading his arms so wide that it looked like he wanted to hug the whole audience at once.

'And now finally, this has been Hire My Ass, with me your host, Bim Trimmer! Goodnight everybody!'

After a few moments of Bim waving to the audience and blowing them kisses as the curtain closed, and after a countdown from the production manager, the cameras were off and it was all done. As soon as that happened, Blank smiled to see Bim hurrying up to him. Bim was still himself of course, he never faked his love for showbiz or any of that, but without the eyes of all those other people he himself was a tad more bashful.

'H-Hey a-are you okay? I'm s-sorry I didn't tell you a-about the tickling beforehand, I-I-I didn't go too far did I?'

Bim had just put his spectacles back on and was adjusting them nervously as he looked over Blank's curled up form; Blank thought he was going to melt when he saw Bim's serious, genuine concern for him. Blank decided to stand up from the chair and un-crease his hoodie and jeans, giving Bim a soft grin as he replied.

'I like to think I'm made of tough stuff Trimmer....as for you though...'

Blank had started off with a soft purr, to let Bim know he was really okay....before descending into a growl and grabbing the lapels of Bim's jacket and pulling him close. In public, Bim was confident and Blank was meek....but in private it was a whole different story.

'Do you have ANY idea how much you affected me? How flustered I felt from every smile and stare you sent my way?'

Bim squeaked at the sudden man-handling, but couldn't help but smile at hearing how much he'd affected Blank....he had so hoped that his flirts and such-like had worked and made Blank feel nice things. Bim's eyes flicked up to meet Blank's as he whispered.

'....well....i-it w-was somewhat my i-intention....'

Blank blinked, taking in a quiet gasp of air as he processed what he was hearing. Bim...meant to flirt with him. Just like Blank had hoped to flirt with him too.

'....fuck subtlety.'

Don't get him wrong, Blank had enjoyed the flirting and the entire playful setting....but ah, he certainly was NOT going to wait around for the guy he liked to just drop into his lap, he was going to claim him....and Bim seemed pretty happy with that notion. So, Blank kissed Bim, and Bim kissed Blank back, whilst both subconsciously agreeing that their next date would have less Latin, gestation, and spun sugar....but maybe just a little infatuation.

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC WOOOO LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOO LUV YOUS XX

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certainalpacasweets · 7 years ago

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There For You - Ethan x reader one shot

*TRIGGER WARNING* some depression mentions in this shot, read with caution please

BUT I wanted to write a one shot involving Ethan since he’s the only thing getting me by right now and I just wanted to feel a little better. Sorry if it sucks but yeah.

Summary: the reader has been battling depression for a while and the only thing getting them by is Ethan and his videos as well as the community. Reader meets Ethan at a convention and he talks to them and makes them feel better for a little bit.

Prompts: y/n = Your Name. Okay that’s pretty much it haha

“Hey y/n, are you awake?” The familiar sound of your mother’s voice can be heard behind your door, you groan to answer her.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Listen, come down when you’re ready. Your father wants to talk with you”

At this, you shot up out of bed immediately. Your dad? You haven’t seen him much lately, since he left your mother quite recently the house felt pretty empty without him around. What’s he doing here? You wanted to find out, you had always got along much better with your Dad than your Mum. You quickly went to the bathroom and then ran downstairs to see your dad.

“Dad!” You yelled, running up and hugging him.

“Hello sweetheart” your dad’s calming voice was something you definitely missed hearing every day.

“What’s up?” You ask, sitting down on the sofa.

“I actually just wanted to talk to you about something important, go get dressed and we’ll head out to breakfast”

“Uhhh okay Pop” you felt there was something weird going on here, but you never would decline some quality time alone with your dad, you ran upstairs and threw on your Wowie hoody, a beanie and some ripped up jeans then headed out with your Dad.

*at breakfast*

“Thanks for breakfast, Dad” you politely thank him for buying you pancakes and coffee, he nods and smiles sweetly.

“No problem”

“So, what is it?” You ask, your dad still hasn’t mentioned what he wanted to talk about, he takes a deep breath and leans forward, putting one hand on the table in front of him, this couldn’t be good, he always did this when he was going to talk about something serious.

“Look y/n, I know things have been real tough on ya since I left home, I feel awful for leaving you with that.... awful woman”

You stopped your dad mid sentence.

“Dad, haven’t we been over this?” You sigh deeply.

“Well I’m sorry sweetheart but she had an affair, to me, she IS a terrible woman”

“I get that, but she’s been good with me, she looks out for me pretty good” you look over to see the hurt behind your Dad’s eyes, you can’t imagine how he must feel, to see the woman he loved for so many years betray him like that. You sigh, and you rest a hand on your father’s.

“Dad, I’m sorry. I miss you so much at home, but Mum isn’t being horrible to me at all, I do understand why you hate her” you calmly reassure your Dad that everything will be okay.

“Don’t be silly love, I don’t HATE your Mother. In fact, I think I still love her” your dad stifled a nervous chuckle.

“Dad, it’s gonna be okay” you smile sweetly to him and he returns the smile.

“Anyway, I know what you’re dealing with right now, I’ve seen it many times in my line of work..... depression”

Your face fell at your dad’s last word, depression? No. Sure, you’ve been having a hard time not having him around, but it cannot be depression.

“What? Dad, no, I don’t think I....”

“Don’t play dumb with me, it’s obvious. I know a fair bit about it and I know when someone is suffering depression”

Your dad was a therapist, and many patients he deals with are suffering with depression, but... you couldn’t be, right? You had been feeling empty for months, but you didn’t once consider it to be depression.

“Sweetie, I urge you to get help, or perhaps even talk with me sometimes” your Dad sounded very concerned at this point.

“Dad, it’s fine. Look, I’ve actually been watching this guy on YouTube for a while now, and he’s really been helping me through, him and his community are basically all I got right now, I’m staying strong because of them”

“Well that’s good! Who is this fella?” Your Dad actually sounded pleased that you had something to keep you going.

“Ethan, CrankGamePlays, he’s super nice and he’s talked about depression before, he’s actually gonna be here in London tomorrow for a convention”

Your dad could see how happy and passionate you were when talking about him.

“Then, what are we doing here?” He gleefully remarks, a big goofy smile upon his face.

“What?” You ask, confused. Your dad stands up excitedly.

“We must buy tickets, y/n!”

Your eyes widen in shock.

“No, dad, what?!”

“Yes! If this guy is helping you through your hardships then I want to meet him and thank him, and I’m sure that you do too”

“Well sure Dad but the convention starts tomorrow, we’re a bit late for buying tickets”

“We can still try! Now come on, you can stay at mine tonight, we’ll order tickets and head out in the morning”

Your dad hadn’t moved too far away, he was at the other end of the city in Korea Town.

“Dad you realise that this a three day con, right?”

“Sweetheart, you have a room at my house with a lot of clothes and your old laptop, and I’m sure you’d like a break right?” Your Dad seemed very enthusiastic about this, you sighed.

“Okay, let’s go!”

*next day*

“Wake up y/n! Today is the day!” Your Dad boomed, his voice echoed around the whole house. It woke you up pretty well, along with the smell of eggs and toast.

“Okay Dad, I’m up” you groaned, even though you were meeting your hero today you were still not sure how you were feeling, today felt empty to you like most days did and you wanted to feel excited to meet Ethan, but you just couldn’t feel it. You didn’t even want to get out of bed so you rolled over to try and sleep more. You heard your door creak open, and then felt your Dad softly sit down on your bed.

“Honey, I know things are hard right now, but come on, I’ll be with you all day, and I know it will mean a lot to you to meet Ethan, so come on, come have some breakfast, we’ll head out straight after”

“Mmmm. Okay Dad, I’m up” you sit up and hug your Dad. You knew he was right, it’s difficult for you to do anything right now but meeting Ethan was going to mean a lot to you, hugging him and talking to him was something you really wanted.

“There you go. I’ll be in the kitchen, come down when you’re ready”

*Later*

Your heart was beating so fast, you were in a line waiting to meet Ethan, you could see him standing up front, smiling like crazy while meeting everyone. You couldn’t believe you were here, about to meet him. He looked so much more adorable in person.

“You alright sweetheart?” Your Dad pulled you out of your trance.

“Oh, yeah.... I’m good” you looked over to notice that it was your turn to meet Ethan, he was looking over to you and he smiled, opening his arms for a hug. You didn’t hesitate to go over, you squeezed him so tight but he didn’t seem to mind at all, he hugged you tighter and you really felt like you wanted to cry but you couldn’t. These feelings were eating you alive but somehow being here in Ethan’s arms was really comforting. You finally let go after a few minutes, you sighed deeply.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked in his sweet sounding voice.

“Well, no, not really. Ethan I... I’ve been suffering from depression for a while”

You decided to admit it, your dad sure did know what he was talking about, and maybe depression was the only explanation for this. You continued to talk to Ethan.

“You’re pretty much the only thing I have that’s keeping me going. So many people within your community have reached out to me too, and that means so much to me. My dad bought me here today because he really wanted me to meet you”

You pointed over to your Dad who was filming this whole thing, Ethan had tears in his eyes as you spoke. Your Dad waved and walked closer to shake Ethan’s hand.

“Hi, nice to meet you. Thank you so much for being there for my baby, things are tough right now but you’re helping a lot, I’m very grateful” Your Dad was very humble, Ethan looked so happy to be hearing these things.

“Wow, I’m speechless” Ethan smiles, almost crying. He turned to you, resting his hands on your shoulders so you’d be looking into his eyes.

“Listen, I’m glad that I can help you through these tough times and it makes me so happy to hear that the community has been reaching out, please stay strong for me okay? I know you can get through this”

It had been a long time since you were able to feel any emotions, but right now, you could feel the tears building up, you couldn’t help it, you just cried and cried. Hearing Ethan say these things to you in person meant so much, he pulled you into another hug and held you so close, you wrapped your arms tight around him and just cried into his chest. You could feel that your tears were soaking his shirt, but it seemed like he didn’t care, he kept you close to him for a good while.

“It’s good to cry, let it out, you’ll be okay” he whispered to you as you cried more.

“I haven’t been able to cry for such a long time, everything has felt worthless” you choked through your tears.

“It’s okay, it’s all gonna be fine now” Ethan just let you hug him for as long as you wanted, when you finally stopped crying you wanted a picture with him, so you let go and turned to your dad, he was also crying.

“Aw Dad” you cried.

“It’s okay, just glad you seem to be doing a little better now. Group together for a photo!”

Ethan put his arm around you and pulled you super close to him, you had an arm around his waist and both of you smiled widely.

“That’s a very cute picture, and I got a good video too” your dad smiled.

“Can I see it?” Ethan asked sweetly.

“Of course!” Your Dad came over and played the video, it was quite sweet. The video was you walking over to Ethan and hugging him. It was short and sweet and he had put it in slow motion.

“Aw Dad that was so nice”

“Yeah, it really was” Ethan smiled.

“Oh hey Dad! I want a photo of you and Ethan” you excitedly remarked.

“Of course” your Dad went over and picked Ethan up, which made both you and Ethan giggle like kids, he held Ethan like a puppy as you snapped the photo and both of them were smiling massively. It was an extremely cute photo.

Your Dad put Ethan down and he was still giggling, you smiled at how adorable he was.

“Well, we best go. I hope you have a good time here Ethan, and again, thank you” Your Dad patted Ethan on the shoulder.

“It’s really okay, so nice to meet you guys” Ethan looked to you, he opened his arms again and you went over for one last hug, he squeezed you super tight and gently swayed back and forth, you let go and waved goodbye, as you turned around to leave you heard Ethan call after you.

“Hey, y/n?” He shyly asked, you turned back around.

“Sup Ethan?”

“Do you wanna come back later after the meet up? We can.... hang out?” Your face lit up at his question, he looked so nervous.

You smiled as you answered, “most definitely”

A/N: AGHHHHH this sucked I’m sorry but I wanted to write something. Thanks for reading!

#crankgameplays #Ethan Nestor #crankgameplays imagine #my Ethan imagines

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anxiouskai · 7 years ago

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My Time At ‘Markiplier’s You’re Welcome Tour’

I had bought my tickets back when Mark had announced he was going on tour, sadly he wasn’t going to Nebraska so I had to find someone to leave the state with me. The first and only problem I had was my tickets never went through the first time but I got it all worked out and got seats closer than I originally paid for! I decided the closest tour stop that also worked around my work schedule was Kansas City, Missouri. I was planning on going alone but my parents didn’t trust me going alone, I was so happy I really didn’t want to go alone. Anyway, we made it to KC on time! We showed up a day early and it worked out perfectly. Blah Blah Blah the real fun starts up 1/4/18 at 8 Pm! The theater was beautiful and easy to find. my seats were close to the front, Row 14! I sat behind a really tall 13 year old, I talked to her and she was really nice. The girl next to me had an infectious laugh.Basically everyone around us was really kind. I wont spoil anything from the actual show but the intro was cute and the comedy was spot on. The boys all have great chemistry with each other and it makes the show better than most improv shows. The audience was so supportive of all the fans who got to go on stage, I thought the boy who liked kylo ren was cute. After the show they came out and did a Q&A. I left a bit after that started because the merch table closed at 10 and it was 9:45 and I wanted to beat the line.I spent 90$ on a Hoodie, Poster, and Pins all worth the price! I would definitely see it again! Thank you @crankgameplays @markiplier @lordminion -Tyler and -Bob for the incredible show!

(Also Bob, Mandy, and @foxtrot44 liked my tweet and I died)

#markiplier #youre welcome tour #lordminion777 #crankgameplays #tyler scheid #bob muyskerm #wade #ethan nestor #Kansas city

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ketchupversachee · 7 years ago

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i was tagged by the amazing @rileywrites-93

spotify, soundcloud or pandora?? i use spotify a lot so spotify

is your room messy or clean?? VERY VERY MESSY LIKE WOW

what color are your eyes?? like a paleish green with lil bit of blue

do you like your name?? why?? well i got it or my birthday and my parents like it and i like so yeah i do

what is your relationship status?? forever alone mentally dating fictional characters

describe your personality in three words or less: SARCASTIC, quiet, nerd

what color hair do you have?? dark brown

what kind of car do you drive?? color?? um it’s a black car

where do you shop?? walmart, hot topic, amazon, ebay target

how would you describe your style?? VERY FANDOM band tees LOTS OF BLACK BLACK BLACK

favorite social media account: does tumblr count?? oh and youtube

what size bed do you have?? it’s a full i think

any siblings?? i have a little sister and she’s my only friend that’s not on tumblr

if you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?? why?? ohhhh that’s a hard question, well i kinda wanna live in LA, but theres no snow in LA, but i don’t know

favorite snapchat filter?? i don’t have snapchat

favorite makeup brand(s) uhhhhhhh i don’t wear much makeup, the stuff i use is the “get the London look” stuff i don’t remember what it’s called at te moment

how many times a week do you shower?? 2-3

favorite tv show?? star trek, parks and recreation, the office, designated survivor, doctor who, sherlock

shoe size?? VERY SMALL

how tall are you?? 5′0

sandals or sneakers?? sneakers

do you go to the gym?? hhhaaaaaaaa funny. no but i know a guy named jim

describe your dream date?? stargazing by a fire and listening to music

how much money do you currently have in your wallet?? i don’t know, not much though

what color socks are you wearing?? well on the left foot it’s all yellow and the right foot is captain america

how many pillows do you sleep with?? 2

do you have a job?? what do you do?? i don’t have a job right at the moment, but i will probably have to get one soon

how many friends do you have?? i have a couple friend

whats the worst thing you’ve ever done?? ummm, i broke something once and didn’t tell my mom

what’s your favorite candle scent?? umm i think it’s called summer night??? or theres this one called illusion thats a good one

3 favorite boy names?? peter, steve, benjamin

3 favorite girl names?? parker, rey, florence

favorite actor?? HMMM I DON’T KNOW WHO DO YOU THINK

favorite actress?? scarlet johansion (is that how you spell her name??)

who is your celebrity crush?? THAT’S A LONG LIST WE DON’T WANNA GO THERE

favorite movie?? EITHER CAPTAIN AMERICA CIVIL WAR OR SPIDERMAN HOMECOMING

do you read a lot?? what’s your favorite book?? ummm i do read, i just have troubles reading BUT I LOVE READING and i like the heros o olympus

money or brains?? BRAINS

do you have a nickname?? what is it?? umm it’s tena, it’s something only my family calls me

how many times have you been to the hospital?? like 2 times

top 10 favorite songs??

1: 5 seconds of summer wraps around your finger

2: all time low good times

3: my chemical romance sing

4: twenty one pilots truce

5: imagine dragons walking the wire

6: john meyer you’re gonna live forever in me

7:pink floyd time

8:dodie clark intertwined

9: captain america civil war soundtrack celestial bodies

10: alt-j let hand free

do you take medications everyday?? not at the moment no

what is your skin type?? (oily, dry, etc) oily af i hate it

what’s your biggest fear?? THE OCEAN, failure, moths, the dark

how many kids do you want?? maybe 4, i see myself with 2 boys and 2 girls

what’s your go to hair style?? a bun cause i don’t know how to hair

what type of house do you live?? (big, small etc) one i’m very lucky to have

who’s your role model?? PETER PARKER, STEVE ROGERS, MARKIPLIER JACKSEPTICEYE CRANKGAMEPLAYS

what was the last compliment you received?? ummmm, somebody told me they liked my converse

what was the last text you sent?? how’s school going??

how old were you when you found/figured santa wasn’t real?? WAIT WHAT SANTA ISN’T REAL, HOW DARE YOU RUIN THE MAGIC (i think i was 11 or 12)

what is your dream car?? camero

opinion on smoking?? IT’S BAD FOR YOU AND I DON’T SEE WHY PEOPLE DO IT

do you go to college?? nope, i’m trying to survive high school

what is your dream job?? I REALLY WANNA BE AN AVENGER OR A YOUTUBER (and yes i know, the avengers are fictional bUT I DON’T CARE)

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?? RURAL

do you take shampoo and conditioner from hotels?? sometimes

do you have freckles?? YEP

do you smile for pictures?? usually

how many pictures do you have in your phone?? i don’t have a phone

have you ever peed in the woods?? yep, got it on my pants fun fun

do you still watch cartoons?? H TO THE E TO THE L L YEAH

do you prefer chicken nuggets rom mcdonalds or wendy’s?? mcdonalds

favorite dipping sauce?? KETCHUP

what do you wear to bed?? depends on the weather if it’s hot tank top and shorts it’s cold hoodie and shorts

have you ever won a spelling bee?? bees can spell?? and you can win them what THIS IS NEW INFORMATION (no)

what are your hobbies?? does getting on tumblr and youtube count?? piano, drawing, editing vids

can you draw?? kinda, it depends what i’m drawing

can you play an instrument?? i can play ze piano

what’s the last concert you saw?? i’ve never been to one

tea or coffee?? i’ve never had coffee before so tea

starbucks or dunkin donuts?? i’ve never been to starbucks so dunkin donuts

do you want to get married?? yeah, sure one day

what is your crush first and last initial?? p p

are you going to change your last name when you get married?? maybe??

what color looks best on you?? either black or blue

do you miss anyone right now?? yeah

do you sleep with the door open of closed?? open cause i like to live life on the edge

do you believe in ghost?? yup

what’s your biggest pet peeve?? PEOPLE CHEWING ICE CREAM LIKE WHAT, AND PEOPLE WHO CHEW LOUDLY

last person you called?? i think it was my grandma

favorite ice cream flavor?? vanilla

regular oreos of golden oreos?? i don’t like oreos

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?? rainbow

what shirt are you wearing?? a marvel shirt

what is your phone background?? i don’t have a phone

are you outgoing or shy?? VERY SHY

do you like it when people play with your hair?? depends, sometimes

do you like your neighbors?? only one, everyone else no

do you wash your face?? not usually

have you ever been high?? NO

have you ever been drunk?? NO

last thing you ate?? red doritos

favorite lyric right now??

“who cares if one more light goes out in the sky of a million lights, it flickers, flickers. who cares when someones time runs out if a moment is all we are, or quicker, quicker who cares if one more light goes out well i do”

linkin park one more light

summer or winter?? WINTER IS THE BEST

day or night?? NIGHT CAUSE STARS

dark, milk or white chocolate?? milk

favorite month?? either october or december cause i love me some halloween but also some christmas

what is your zodiac sign?? libra

who’s the last person you cried in front of?? my sister cause i brook down

tag dah peps yo @hesitant-poison @killjoywithapen13 @thnksfrbuckybarnes @barnes-and-noble-girl @smol-lil-kitten-loves-mikey @princessebitchface98

YOU DON’T HAVE TO IF YOU DON’T WANT TO

#SORRY IF YOU'VE ALREADY BEEN TAGGED #I GOTS THE TAGGED

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sunniplier-blog · 7 years ago

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Story request

OH GAWD I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN FOR IT TO BE SO LONG 950 WORDS FOR A SHIP I DIDN’T KNOW EXSISTED

warning: swearing, very subtle gay, 28 hugs, little thought, out of practice author

I’ll do the other story soon, anyone else that wants to request something go ahead/

“SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WOR- “

Smash mouth came to an abrupt pause as Ethan turned off his alarm, he laid there for a minute, adjusting to the bright light coming through his window, Ethan then got out of bed, the sun felt painfully bright against the fogginess from sleep combined with a dull pain in his stomach.

Ethan grabbed his phone from the table; 8:37am, crap, I slept in.

Throwing on a t-shirt, Ethan went to the kitchen, despite his body’s disagreement at leaving his warm bed, actually, Ethan was cold, he quickly went back to his room and threw on his crankgameplays hoodie, very subtle advertisement as Mark would say with a large smirk whenever he wore it.

When Ethan came into the kitchen he was greeted by the smell of pancakes.

“Morning guys” he groaned, then he realised, everyone else was wearing summer clothes, Mark was shirtless, a common occurrence that would no longer be considered awkward.

After an awkward silence Kathryn asked gently; whilst fending off a pancake-hungry Chica and a coffee-seeking Marzipan, “Are you cold Ethan? It’s quite warm today.”

“I’m cold- can I have a pancake? Or did mark put peanut butter in them again?” he shot a mock glare at Mark.

“Yeah, you’re probably sick” Amy said, putting a pancake onto a plate and handing it to Ethan as he sat between Mark and Tyler at the bench.

“No, I’m Ethan, I don’t get sick!” he argued, he managed to survive the pax plague, this was nothing.

Mark looking at Ethan for the first time since he came into the room said, “So if you’re not sick, would you like to play mariokart for 40 minutes straight?”

“Challenge accepted-and I swear to god if you come into the recording room without a shirt…” Ethan then shoved half a pancake into his mouth for effect, also he was hungry, he didn’t hear Tyler mutter about this being a terrible idea before looking back to his stack of pancakes.

Ethan and Mark played Mariokart with the usual amount of yelling and goo jokes, which is best described as excessive, the score was almost tied, Ethan was one down, probably due to feeling progressively worse throughout the day, also he hadn’t played Mariokart in two weeks, Ethan was still enjoying time with Mark anyway.

“Mark, you pick the next course”

“Okay, so we’re playing 200cc, and-“He paused to scroll over to the course “Rainbow road!” Mark shouted with a silly smile on his face, before tipping his head back and laughing.

“Mark no!” Ethan yelled, grinning, whatever, there’s no stopping Mark when he wants to be a douche.

A few minutes later Ethan was feeling particularly bad, not just because of a blue shell moving him to 8th, he could feel his stomach churning, he paused the game.

“Mark, I’m going to the bathroom.” He muttered before leaving the room as quickly as he could without running.

Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to vomit, where’s the bathroom?! Why’s it so far away?! ARGH CHICA! He thought as in his rush Ethan almost tripped over Chica, whom mistook his rushing for excitement.

Ethan ran past Kathryn into the bathroom, not even bothering to lock the door as Kathryn simply stepped out of his path.

About 10 minutes later Mark’s initial confusion from his friend’s speedy exit turned to concern, turning off the camera he went to the bathroom and knocked gently.

“Ethan? Are you okay?”

“Nope.” Ethan groaned from the other side of the door. Ethan with an effort, pulled himself up and saw himself in the mirror, he did look sick, underneath the worse than usual acne his face was drained from colour completely. Ethan then walked quietly over to the door and opened it.

Mark paused for a moment, taking in the look of his friend.

“Ethan, you’re my best idiot, other than myself, you are also the second most beautiful idiot, lets clean you up.” Mark grinned sympathetically, held up a box of tissues and followed Ethan slowly into the bathroom.

About an hour later Mark walked into Ethan’s room carrying two mugs of coffee, he put one on the side table and handed the other to Ethan, giving him a gentle hug as he did so, Ethan returned the warm and gentle gesture.

For the remainder of the day Mark helped out Ethan, including assuring him that the day’s videos went up fine, every time he came back in, whether he was bringing water, medicine, a mop bucket, or Chica, he would always give Ethan a hug. Ethan objected to this initially, he didn’t want to make Mark sick, eventually he gave up, it was obvious Mark didn’t care, Ethan honestly really liked this.

“Feeling any better Ethan?” Mark asked later in the afternoon.

“Not really, I’m still sick” Ethan replied.

After dinner, which Ethan chose not to eat, Mark burst into the room wearing a doctor’s coat;

“I’m dr. Iplier, I’m sorry, you’re dying.”

“Mark, fuck’s sake, I already knew,” Ethan laughed and thought as Mark Hugged him for the 24th time, I’m lucky to know this amazing doof.

Later in the night, Ethan was about to go to sleep when yet again Mark entered the room, dragging something behind him.

“Mark, what is that?” Ethan asked.

“It’s a sleeping bag, I want to make sure you’re okay tonight.” Mark replied quietly.

“Also, you need another hug blue boy.”

“No Mar- “he was stopped mid-sentence by the 28th hug, which unlike the others was tight and long, but not in any way awkward.

Mark silently turned off the light and got into the sleeping bag on the floor.

“Feel better tomorrow.”

#crankiplier #gay ship #sorry anon if your disapointed #is this gay enough idk #fanfiction

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the-flying-emoicorn-blog · 8 years ago

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@markiplier @crankgameplays I just wanted to say that Markiplier is one of the nicest, sweetest person and I really look up to him. Also I can’t forget about Ethan. After all my name is Ethan lol, but those to people are funny and I love them a lot. I watched the charity Livestream beginning to end. I couldn’t donate because I’m not old enough �� and I couldn’t get a hoodie because my mom isn’t buying that even if it’s for a good cause but, I’m so glad that they reached their goal and beyond. And I’m glad to be entertained with such quality content 👌but overall thanks @markiplier and @crankgameplays for entertaining me. 😄 I love you guys 😘

#notclickbait #markiplier #charity #savethewater

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taterbugg-13 · 7 years ago

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Ok, here we are. If any of you were wondering these things about me, here they are. I was tagged by @dankcranks Thanks Haz :) Name: Taylor Nickname: TaterTot (ugh) Gender: Female Star sign: Pisces Height: ummmm 5' something. 3"-4" maybe? Time: 11:34 p.m (I'll be awake all night tho) Birthday: February 21st Favourite band: I just realized that I only ever listen to solo artists Favourite solo artist: Gregory Alan Isakov or Kendrick Lamar (it depends on the mood) Song stuck in my head: I'm listening to Lord Huron atm, so I can't really have a song stuck in my head while I'm listening to a song. Unless you count this one. Last movie I watched: Spider-Man Homecoming I think Last show I watched: WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA Last thing I googled: You're not my real dad vine (don't ask) Do you have any other blogs: yep, @crankgameplays-aesthetics. I post aesthetics about Ethan if that wasn't obvious. Do you get asks: I got a few at one point, but only because I was freaking the fuck out because I felt like Ethan hated me (and I still do) because I wrote a Fandom article about him and he put it in a video. Why did I choose this blog name: My best friends name is Tate and people call him TaterBugg. And my favourite number is 13. I chose that as my blogs name because he purposefully got people to start calling him TaterTot to annoy me. There can only be one. Now IM TaterBugg. TAKE THAT BITCH Blogs I'm following: about 20. I'm not gonna list them all. Sry. It's mainly YouTubers anyways Followers: also 20. I just realized that. (Thank YOUUUUU) Favourite colours: umm, purple I guess. My hair is purple, at least. Average hours of sleep: 2-14. Depends on how my day was. Lucky number: 13 as mentioned before. Instruments: Clarinet, Flute, Ukulele What I'm wearing: warm fuzzy Pjants, a baggy t-shirt, and I want my AbleGamers hoodie but it's over there and I'm over here and I don't want to move. But it's cold. How many blankets do I sleep with: 3-4 Dream job: I dunno. I'm a fast learner but I'm not naturally good at anything and I feel like that's why I don't feel happy doing anything in particular. Dream trip: away. Just away. Favourite food: pizza rolls? Favourite song rn: Humble by Kendrick Lamar. FUK yah. Only do this if you guys want to!!Tagging: @wet-city @surfinstclair @batkorrafan @hufflepuffnestor @rosebusy

#tis me

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franklyshipping · 6 years ago

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A Crushing Crush ~ A Markiplier, Jacksepticeye and Crankgameplays Ego Fanfic

Okey dokey sooooo this is based off a lovely prompt from @amazingmsme regarding how a poor Blank feels like he's blown his chance at flirting with Bim and ends up despairing to Anti....and the glitch has a good idea on how to stop him moping. LET'S BEGIN!

TAGGING: @corrup-switch-blank @ticklee-trimmer aaand @anti-switch-glitch

Romance....is a challenge. It really is. Finding the right words, the right gestures, the right damn expression to wear as you say the right joke at the right time. To those who are inclined with romance and flirting, I think you can all agree that it is a rare occasion when it works seamlessly. In fact it hardly ever happens. Whoever is involved will always be a flustered, cheesy, overthinking mess of a human filled with frustration, yelling at themselves in their brains and insulting themselves because nothing seems to be working. Which is entirely normal when you're crushing hard on someone, like Blank was currently. Another thing about having a crush on someone is that you want to be around them, but don't want to force your company on them for fear of them finding you clingy and annoying....so you find the safe, but slightly creepy, middle ground of lingering. Blank was hovering in the doorway to the kitchen, fiddling with his flayed hoodie sleeves as his eyes flicked around the room....before fixing on one person. Bim Trimmer.

To the rest of us who simply like him, the sight of him sitting at the counter and sighing contentedly into a fresh cup of tea would have probably given us an empathetic sense of calm and relaxation, and made us think oh hey! I'd like hot drink right about now because I have been inspired by this hereby human! Not Blank. Blank was infatuated and melting inside at how the tenseness of Bim's shoulders melted away as he had his tea, and how as he drank he developed a small, but clearly happy smile. Blank wondered if Bim would ever smile at him like that, or if one day he'd look at Blank and feel relaxed and safe. I bet you thought some creepiness was going to interject Blank's thoughts here didn't you? That ain't how a crush works. A crush is noticing the smaller things about a person that they probably don't notice themselves, but to you they are the most beautiful and defining things of that person. It's so stressful. Blank's fidgeting was an outlet for that stress as he tried to figure out how to articulate his existence to Bim....so he greeted him.

'Hey Bim....'

Bim jumped and let out a yip as he whirled round in his seat, before placing a dramatic hand on his chest as he smiled broadly at Blank.

'Oh lordy, you made me jump there! You're like a little phantom!'

Ohhh god. Bim had a habit of giving people random pet names and it was one of the things about him that made Blank's system erupt into butterflies, but not only that....he'd given HIM one! Blank was silent for a moment, taking in Bim's smile as his mind repeated; don't lose composure sort yourself out reply reply reply-

'Oh, heh, s-sorry about that, I guess I am kind of a creeper....'

He looked down bashfully....oh if only he knew how Bim's eyes had softened so affectionately. Blank soon looked back at him when he spoke in a broad, loud, energetic tone of voice.

'You are nothing of the sort! Come on join me, how are you doing? What's your day been like?'

His day had mostly been spent bribing each and every Google in order to persuade one of them to hack into the filming schedule for Bim and Wilford's collaborative TV show so he could know Bim's scheduled breaks and thus plan flirtatious advances. It had been busy. However, as every embarrassed crusher does when posed with such a question from their love interest, he hesitantly sat down and shrugged.

'Eh, not much has happened really, how about yours?'

Blank's mind whispered ''coward'' as he focused his gaze on Bim, who launched into a passionate babble concerning set and interviews and something called a ''damn bubble-gum co-worker with a murdering hobbie''. Of course, Blank listened, wanting to catch every detail in case it became important in later conversations; romantic advances are the most complex rpg's, I guarantee it. Blank's focus however, was not just on Bim's words....but on Bim's entirety. The way his eyes shone when he mentioned an idea that had been approved, the way wrinkles in his forehead appeared when he talked about technical mishaps, but most of all the gestures and constantly changing tone of voice that came hand in hand with his vibrant, passionate nature. He loved his work, and that made Blank love it; whatever made Bim happy, made Blank happy. Blank had noticed that as he listened, his jaw had slowly started to drop open, so he snapped it shut as Bim concluded.

'-and so I'm relying on my sweet green tea to boost me for the next four hours, basically!'

Bim exhaled with a grin as he took a pointedly large gulp of the drink, making Blank fail to withhold a soft smile. Whenever he rambled it was so adorable, he was just so enthusiastic about everything. However.....Blank had spotted an opportunity....for a flirtation. He straightened up, and casually leant his elbow on the table as he smiled at Bim and spoke in a tone of voice that was lower than his usual register.

'Wow, you definitely sound like you deserve that tea. Sweet tea is very appropriate too in my opinion; hot sweet tea for a hot sweet man.'

Blank's heart was almost beating out of his chest as he tried to stop his voice from cracking, and he actually succeeded. Phew. His heart leapt when Bim's eyes widened and he let out a little giggle, oh gosh the dimples the dimples. Bim was smiling, his eyes sparkling from behind his spectacles as he replied in a lower tone of his own.

'Ahaaww Blank, you are way more kind than people give you credit for!'

Don't. Fucking. Blush. Blank couldn't stop himself from smiling giddily but he'd be damned if he lost control of the blood flow to his face. He cleared his throat softly and bashfully ran a hand through his jet black unruly hair, he hadn't done anything to neaten it up today....guys liked unruliness right? That's what all the TV shows depicted. Blank replied with a half-bashful half-smouldery grin.

'I uh, w-well I enjoy....being kind....'

To you. Blank it's two extra words, two syllables, you don't even have to move your mouth that much! Somehow though, in the face of specificity, Blank's vocals decided this would be the perfect time to freeze up. Bim didn't seem to notice, simply leaning forward and playfully squishing Blank's cheek as he teased.

'You're such a cute sap!'

Blank was literally frozen in place. Bim was touching him Bim was touching his face with his actual hand....dammit he was blushing. Blank was holding his breath too, even as Bim retracted and glanced at his watch; but then he let out a groan and a sigh.

'Dammit that break went quick, they always do. I have to dash, I'll see you around my little phantom!'

He chuckled as he slid from his seat and left the room with the rest of his tea in hand. Blank was just still and silent. He was like that for a few minutes, until he slowly but surely raised his hand and brought it to his cheek, softly tracing the place Bim had touched as a dazed smile rose up on his face; but then he frowned. He stood up and approached the fridge door....and started lightly banging his head against it.

'Stupid. Idiot. Why. Can't. You. Flirt. Properly?!'

He let out little frustrated grunts and whines as he maintained his self-deprecation with a lot of enthusiasm; five minutes later, that's how Antisepticeye found him. The glitching man stood in the doorway with folded arms and an amused grin in place, he waited before entering and teasing in a blasé tone.

'Jeez man, what did the fridge ever do to you?'

Blank's reply was extremely detailed and encased in the most descriptive vernacular, wherein he turned to Anti, scowled, pulled his hood up over his face and traipsed to the neighbouring lounge where he could flop unceremoniously onto the couch.

'Go. Away.'

Anti snickered and rolled his eyes as he followed Blank without question, and proceeded to sit on his legs as soon as he'd flopped onto the couch. Anti was grinning amusedly, since he knew all about Blank's pining; he found it sickeningly cute.

'Why so grouchy? Is your unnoticed fawning gettin' ya down?'

Blank let out a huff, feeling uncomfortable on his front so he shuffled onto his back, a solid frown in place. Anti observed Blank, and he couldn't help but feel bad for the guy, because he knew he was trying to try his best. He could see the forlornness in Blank's expression, as well as self-directed annoyance and frustration; Anti didn't know much about wooing but he knew that any expression other than that was bound to work better in the scheme of things. Anti gave one of Blank's legs a shove as he tried to muster up a....positive tone of persuasion?

'Well you definitely won't be able to flirt right if you're moping here, c'mon I bet you'll be able to catch him before his next bout of filming!'

Blank glanced at Anti, sighing a little; he appreciated that Anti was trying to help, but it really wasn't working for him. He didn't feel like there was any point. He was trying so hard and yet nothing was coming from it, he wanted to be bolder but how could he do that without making Bim uncomfortable, obligated or overwhelmed?

'There's no point, I've tried everything, don't waste your breath Anti-'

'Oi! If ya start thinking like that ya won't stop! I will help your gay ass out even if I have to use force....'

Anti trailed off with a cheeky, menacing smile.....which Blank merely scoffed at. Anti was slightly taken aback; Blank must really have lost hope if he had the nerve to scoff at a threat from Antisepticeye. Blank was about to roll back onto his stomach in an attempt to escape Anti's convoluted attempt at help, before he suddenly felt the glitch scoot on top of him and settle on his thighs. Blank gritted his teeth, tugging at his legs and letting his eyes flick to pitch black as he growled.

'Anti I am warning you!'

It was Anti's turn to scoff as he donned a smirk, his own eyes flicking to a deep, endless black that seemed to coincide with his own growl; but his was deeper, more used, more threatening.

'Oh please, I practically invented the soulless eye trick so don't think you can surpass me. Now, you've got one last chance. Come with me to Bim, or I will make you.'

Blank couldn't ignore the chill that went down his spine....he knew a genuine threat when he heard it, and the fear of the unknown was pounding in his chest. He couldn't do it though; he really felt there was no chance for his affections to come to anything now. He was firm as the black from his eyes dimmed and his irises turned to look at the floor.

'No.....it's pointless Anti, just accept it.'

Anti couldn't help but feel disheartened.....Blank really did believe that. He wasn't going to let that halt him though; Anti always was a determined bastard. He let his smirk widened as his eager fingers twitched.

'Sorry, but the only actually pointless thing here is your cute attempt at defiance.'

Before Blank could retort, he jumped with a gasp. Oh he wouldn't....oh he wouldn't dare, would he? Yep oh shit he was he really was. Blank's lips trembled as he hurried to hug his torso, but Anti's fingertips had already found his ribs and were scratching away with a terrifying determination. Blank squirmed about and tried to keep quiet, but soon any toughness had just....melted away; one of the best perks of ticklishness in my opinion, it even brings down the strongest we have to offer.

'I-It ihis n-not cute! S-Stohop this Antihi s-stop ihit!'

Each syllable was sharp from Blank's lips as he tried to contain his mirth, but as we all know, when one giggle escapes they all do; and he'd already let out quite a few. Anti grinned excitedly as he scratched harder.

'Oh of course! I'll happily stop.....if you go and see Bim that is.'

Blank rapidly shook his head as his lips stretched more into a grin and giggles took over his vocals, he tried to let out a threatening snarl as he glared up at Anti; although the latter would argue later that it was way more of a pout.

'Noho wahahay! Ahanti Ihi swehear you ahare fohohor ihit once thihis ihis ohoveheher!'

Anti narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, before his scratches morphed into scribbles and ruthless pinches as he cooed teasingly.

'I'm sorry what was that? Was that a threat thing? You know those automatically make tickle torture worse right?'

Blank wasn't sure what it was that brought a grey-misted red tinge to his cheeks, whether it was the increased intensity or the nonchalant, malicious tease; all he knew was, he was pretty damn flustered. He writhed under his tormentor as he hit out and yelled defiantly.

'Thihis ihis sOHO DUHUMB LEHET ME GOHOHO!'

Anti snickered as he dug into the ribcage before him, casually working his way further and further up whilst he sneered cheekily.

'It isn't dumb if it works-'

'IHIHIT IHIHISN'T!'

Anti raised an eyebrow at Blank brazen interruption, and relished in the smaller man's shiver when he leant closer to him. His lips quivered and his head jerked threateningly, glitching with new ferality as he spoke.

'Isn't it? That's funny, because from my perspective....'

Blank let out a howl of laughter as Anti's finger's forced themselves into his sensitive armpits, scratching away as Anti whispered.

'....it feels like those bitchy defiant walls of yours are just crumbling away.'

Blank was thrashing with an agape mouth and wide eyes as jolts of ticklishness surged through his body; he was barely touched normally by people, let alone tickled this intensely! His nerves weren't used to it, which made Anti's teasing statement all the more accurate. Much to his inner embarrassment, the begs flew from his lips before he could stop them.

'NAHAHAHAT AHAHANTI ANTIANTIANTI C'MOHOHON PLEHEHEHEASE!!'

Anti could not have grinned wider if he tried. He kept scratching and let out a satisfied hum, the whacking and batting he was receiving at his chest not even phasing him as he cooed in a reprimanding tone.

'None of this would be happening if you weren't such a little brat y'know, if you'd accepted my help in the first place ya could have avoided this!'

Blank let out a loud whine as he thrashed, cheeks filling with more colour as his energy really started seeping from him; the tickling was doing a good job of draining him. Through his light hysteria though, Blank did see Anti's point; he was offering him help at the point where he needed it....but there was still a strong pessimist within him. A strong part of his mind emphasising how it was pointless, hopeless, persuading away any optimism; that was the part that cried out now.

'BUHUHUT IHIHIT'S UHUSELEHESS AHAND POHOHOINTLEHESS!!'

Blank's cry was desperate, and Anti pursed his lips when he saw the mirthful tears starting to build at the corners of his eyes; the glitch reluctantly relented, for now at least. Despite the silliness of his technique, the whole scenario did make him....sad. Anti cared for Blank like a brother and seriously wished there was a way to carve out that unpleasant pessimism once and for all so that Blank wouldn't have to be tormented by those constant doubts and arguments. He watched Blank catch his breath, and gritted his teeth when he saw the forlorn glimmers that still existed in his eyes. Anti may not have had an instant fix, but he WOULD help Blank one way or another. He let out a purposefully loud sigh as his fingers trailed absently down Blank's torso, and his tone of voice was deep and solemn.

'It really isn't, yeah it's tough and hard work and sometimes it can be crappy when your efforts don't seem to change shit. But that's why when results do come, and trust me they do, they're all the more fucking brilliant! C'mon, ya can't tell me that doesn't make you wanna keep trying!'

Blank shivered at the feeling of Anti's tracing, his entire body was rigid in an attempt at self-defence; it was a useless attempt though. Blank had to bite back a snarl, because annoyingly Anti was right. He tilted his head to the side though, pursing his already thin lips into a line as he mumbled shakily; his brain was trying to focus on the sensible reasoning Anti provided, but it still needed a push or two.

'Y-Yeah b-but.....it's more complicated th-than that....'

Anti only felt more confident; the stutters alone proved that he was getting to Blank and making a difference. He just had to persist a little longer, and Anti knew precisely how to do that. He raised an eyebrow as his fingers traipsed down where they teasingly brushed over Blank's prominent hip bones.

'I'll make it simple for ya then shall I? Come with me, and prove my generic words right.....or stay here. All day. Being tickled until you lose your mind.'

Blank gulped, breath hitching when he felt the touch at his hips. He looked up at Anti wide-eyed....he really knew how to threaten. He ended up stammering as his squirms started up again, his voice going a few octaves higher too.

'I-.....I-Ihi c-can't.....'

No sooner had Blank spoken, he'd let out an involuntary squeak before descending into a stream of breathless giggles. Anti's thumbs traced circles round and over Blank's sensitive, delicate hip bones; it wasn't a place of hysteria, but it was more than enough to break him. Anti was grinning as he leant down properly, letting his stubble brush against Blank's ear as he cooed.

'Then that means you'll have to endure this, do you realise that? If you decline now, I'll get to play with your ticklish hips for hour....after hour....after hour. Teasing them in the ways I know turn you into a weak little puddle....'

Blank let out a whimper as he squirmed about, using his hands to cover his face as he giggled and twitched. Dammit fuck dammit why did he have to have a nervous system like this? His face was burning hot as his weak, shivery voice trickled forth.

'P-Plehehease A-Anti....n-nohot thihis notthisnotthisnotthis yohou kn-know Ihi cahahahan't....'

Anti smirked as he softly nuzzled into Blank's neck, relishing in the plethora of true, un-repressed noises that came from his cute little victim. It was really adorable. He purred, letting his sharp teases do the work now.

'I know you can't take it Blanky, and that's why I gotta do it. You know you wanna give in, do anything to make the soft touches stop, do anything to allow your poor nerves some mercy. You know what you need to do Blank.'

Blank let out a desperate whine as Anti's thumbs found the bowels of his hips, massaging deep but slow into the bundles of nerve endings tucked away. Blank arched his back, even more so when he felt Anti's diabolical facial hair sending sharp shocks down his spine; Blank knew he was too ticklish to cope any longer, he knew he would give in soon.

'Ohogohod m-mehehercy p-pleaseplease oho plehease! Ihit tihickles s-so b-bahad Antihi i-it tihickles...'

Anti grinned in triumph at the sound of Blank's desperate babbles; he knew he'd won. He directed his nuzzling behind the man's ear as his thumbs maintained their soft, but unwavering, torment. He whispered.

'You know it's over....all ya gotta do is accept it.'

Blank let out a desperate, pleading mewl as he squeezed his eyes shut....then accepted it. Anti was the most malicious, relentless person he'd ever encountered; but he had the right morals which was the greatest, yet most annoying, thing ever. So, Blank succumbed as he shivered and quivered and giggled like a man with no more defences.

'Okahahay o-okahay i-ihi'll d-do ihit! I-Ihi'll tahalk t-to Bihihim agahain Ihi w-will!'

Anti chuckled deeply with immense, smug satisfaction. He was smirking broadly as he reared up and effortlessly slid off Blank's legs, now standing next to the couch and looking down as his slowly recovering victim.

'Damn right you will ya smitten shithead, come on, we've got no time to lose!'

Blank hurriedly sat up and hugged himself, forcing away the residual shivers and chills as he looked up at Anti with trepidation; he couldn't deny he was terrified, but he took a deep breath and nodded.

'Y-Yeah....yeah okay, o-okay fuck it let's do this.'

Anti grinned before grabbing the front of his hoodie and hauling him to his feet, wrapping an arm round his shoulder, and leading him from the room enthusiastically.

'That's the attitude! Right, let's decide your game plan....'

Thus, they headed off. Blank's nerves regarding his crush on Bim hadn't been dimmed, but he couldn't deny he had more sparks of confidence. He wasn't on his own, even if Anti was fixated on saying he should find and kill any enemies Bim may have, he couldn't deny how much he appreciated it and felt better for it. Acting on feelings is a tough beast, but let me tell you, the rewards are wild and worth any damn battles you end up fighting.

FICKIN DO N E WOOP! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS WOOO LUV YOUS XXX

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No One makes fun of my brother ~ A Markiplier Jacksepticeye and Crankgameplays Ego Fanfic

Mmk so I’m really excited to write this prompt of protective Anti lookin after the newest boi on the block who is the one and only CRANK and a certain bubblegum boi is gonna regret some of his actions😆 Dis is gonna be cute hopefully so HEERE WE GOOO!

His full name, for the most part, was Corroded Crank; Crank for short. And he was new. There had been ideas about him in the past, but it was only now that he fully existed; he liked existing, the world had so much. Places, experiences, and people. As soon as Crank had come into being he’d almost immediately been “taken in” so to speak, by this group of people who were like him. It was like a crazy family, but they made him feel safe. Some of them could be….trying though. One of those would be the vivacious Wilford Warfstache, who was currently grinning widely with his signature twinkle of mischief alight in his eyes.

‘Ya don’t have to get all mopey! It’s really quite adorable.’

Crank fiddled with the sleeves of his charcoal hoodie as he tried to muster up a relatively intimidating glare to throw at Wilford, the moustached man only grinned wider at his attempts. Crank realised that he was only teasing, but part of him did want to be taken somewhat seriously.

'No. It isn’t. There is not part of me that could be considered adorable, especially not my-!’

As he went to exclaim, his voice squeaked and crackled which cut him off. Wilford giggled as he repressed a small pout at the annoying defect, why the hell did he have to be stuck with something so annoying? Wilford stepped closer, his tongue poking out through his teeth due to his amusement.

'Your what? Your cute, crackly lil voice box?’

Crank folded his arms as light tinges of navy blue started to rise on his cheeks, making his clear embarrassment evident as Wilford continued to cackle and tease him. Meanwhile, not very far away, a certain green haired man was sauntering about in search of his new friend; aka Crank. As soon as Crank had manifested, Anti had taken it upon himself to take the newbie under his wing and they’d almost immediately formed a fast friendship.

'Awww are you embarrassed?’

Anti perked up at the sound of Wilford’s unmistakable voice, and started pacing towards where it had emanated from. He approached the entrance to the room slowly, half-hiding behind the doorframe as he peeked in, Anti smiled at the sight of Crank but frowned a little at his demeanour. Wilford had his back to him and Crank was so focused on looking at the floor that he didn’t see him, Anti narrowed his eyes at the scene.

'Sh-shut up!’

Crank was gritting his teeth as his flush darkened, and Anti gritted his teeth at the same time. He felt a bubble of annoyance rise up at the thought of Wilford teasing him, he knew it was just Wilford’s way, but it could sometimes be quite relentless. He narrowed his eyes as Wilford cackled loudly.

'That is so adorable, and nothing you can say will change that!’

Crank looked down at his shoes again before flicking his eyes up, but they weren’t fixed on the moustached man who was teasing him. They were actually fixed on the certain someone who had started to ever so slowly creep up behind Wilford, wearing a determined and signature maniacal grin. Crank’s lips twitched but he looked back to Wilford so that he didn’t give Anti away, since Wilford was still blissfully unaware. Crank cleared his throat gently.

'So…there’s nothing I can do to persuade you?’

Wilford furrowed his brows gently but still maintained a taunting grin as he placed his fists on his hips in a projection of his sassy confidence, which only made Anti smirk as he crouched…ready to pounce.

'Nothing at all.’

Crank couldn’t help his lips spreading into a wide, excited grin as Anti sent him a wink; Wilford finally started to feel a hint of worry.

'Well I’ll just have to get some help then.’

Despite them being spoken softly and carefully, Wilford’s eyes still widened fearfully at Crank’s words. His reaction was too late though, and almost immediately…his fate was sealed.

'BOO MOTHERFUCKER!’

Wilford let out a, totally manly, screech as Anti lunged towards him and knocked him so he was lying on his front on the floor whilst Anti straddled his back with smug satisfaction. Crank sported a wide grin as he observed the trapped man before turning to Anti.

'Thanks dude.’

Anti giggled and stuck his tongue out through his teeth as Crank shuffled over and sat on the carpeted floor, fiddling with his sleeves gently.

'No one taunts my cranky boy and gets away with it!’

Crank grinned and hugged his knees with a hint of bashfulness as Anti giggled again, before returning his attention to the moustached maniac below him. More specifically, Anti’s fingers and knuckles glitched with little crackling noises as they rested themselves delicately on Wilford’s sides; said man froze and gulped as Anti spoke.

'And now….for your consequences!’

Anti cackled as he let his fingers scribble against Wilford’s sides, and for a moment Crank was immensely confused; how would this be a consequence? However, he soon had an epiphany of enlightenment when bubbly laughter began to fly from Wilford’s lips and his own smile grew; he looked to Anti who was smirking heavily.

'For future reference, you should know that Wilford is impossibly and HILARIOUSLY ticklish…’

'Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup!’

Crank giggled at Wilford's squeaky, indignant protest as Anti’s fingertips worked their tickly magic. Wilford’s cheeks were already matching the colour of his moustache as he squirmed and giggled helplessly.

'And you call me adorable…I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as cute as you right now Wilford.’

His words were so nonchalant, and so softly spoken. Crank’s voice may have had its 'faults’ but at this point Wilford shuddered and flushed harder at the sound of it. Anti’s eyes lit up as he sent a grin Crank’s way, and let me tell you that it was laced with immense pride.

'Y'know, I couldn’t agree more!’

Wilford let out a yelp before descending into wild cackles as Anti forced his hands beneath him so that he could scratch and claw at his sensitive belly.

'Fuhuhuhuck!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!’

Wilford bucked and laughed heartily as Anti gleefully squeezed his tummy, making sure to worm under his shirt so he could torture the bare flesh. Crank only watched with a joyful and satisfied grin as Wilford slowly unravelled at Anti’s touch, Crank especially observed his face which was reddening further by the second.

'Y'know Wilford, with how you’re blushing it’s almost as if this whole thing embarrasses you-’

'FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOU AHAHAHASSCRAHAHAHANK!!’

Both Crank and Anti guffawed at the nickname, sharing a mutual look of surprise and sarcastic admiration. Wilford let out a wild squeal as Anti decided to wiggle a finger into his navel at lightning speed, the glitching man chuckled as he spoke.

'Wow, very imaginative…you must not have learnt your lesson yet.’

Ignoring Wilford’s stammering hysterics, Anti turned to the brown haired youth with a smirk and flicked his head to the man beneath him.

'Ya wanna help?’

'NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!’

Crank grinned wider at Wilford’s protest, and despite its verbal theme it gave him the motivation he needed.

'Sure…’

He shuffled over to the two of them, Anti decided to nonchalantly massage Wilford’s hips which made him shriek and buck as Crank sat gently on Wilford’s shins facing Anti. Said man turned to him and gave his a wide smirk and a wink before going back to his own task at hand, but not before yelling bombastically.

'GO TO TOWN CRANKY BOY!’

Wilford wailed as Anti tortured him relentlessly, Crank meanwhile experimentally spidered his fingers over the backs of Wilford’s thighs; giggling happily at the results.

'NAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!’

Crank sniggered with a wide grin as he danced his fingertips over the muscles, scratching and pinching sporadically as Wilford screeched with the desperation and vigour of a true madman.

'Wow, this is a real bad spot for you huh? Tickle tickle Wilford….’

Anti had decided to let up on his torment of Wilford’s upper body so he could observe Crank’s actions with immense glee and pride.

'Wow Cranky you’re good at this!’

The brown haired man flushed gently at the compliment, for a moment disregarding Wilford’s intense hysteria due to his own bashfulness.

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!’

Both Anti and Crank jumped at Wilford’s sudden heightened hysteria, and they both looked down to where Crank’s fingertips had landed. Oh boy was Crank embarrassed. His navy lush had returned as he saw that his hands now rested….on Wilford’s backside. Anti however found it rather hilarious.

'Ohohoho my fuhuckihing gohohod!!! Yohohou have aha tihicklish ahass?!’

Wilford couldn’t even speak, he could only open and close his mouth as his own voice box seemed to just fail there an then. Anti’s wild cackling filled the room, his head was thrown back as tears built at the corners of his eyes; Crank’s reaction was nowhere near as intense due to his slight embarrassment, but he nevertheless found it amusing.

'Wehell this was unexpected….’

Anti cackled more at Crank’s words, Wilford flushed harder than the sun as he let out an embarrassed whine and tried to turn his head so he could look at him.

'P-plehease I’m sohorry for teasing you! I-i swear I won’t do it again!’

Crank hummed to himself a little, he was of course immensely happy at the fact that he’d gotten a genuine apology from Wilford Warfstache. The most self-centred, prideful man on this entire planet. And yet….

“W-wait what are y-NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!’

Wilford shrieked so loud that even Anti winced, but he was soon grinning heavily at the sight of Crank poking and skittering his fingertips over Wilford’s butt as he giggled childishly to himself.

'Wow look at that booty move!’

Crank let out a small cackle at Anti’s words as the pair of them observed how Wilford’s entire body seemed to shake and spasm due to the pinches and scratches that Crank’s nimble fingers unloaded.

'PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!’

Wilford was screaming. Literally. He thought his lungs were about to burst as the tears of mad hysteria streamed down his cheeks, the sensations were too much; he didn’t know why his butt had to be so sensitive, he just knew that’d he’d probably die if he wasn’t granted mercy soon. Crank meanwhile was having the time of his life.

'Wow, imagine what would happen if everyone’s else found out about this? I don’t think you’d ever hear the end of it….’

He grinned at the protesting screech that mingled with Wilford’s regular, wild outbursts of mirth. Crank’s lips twisted a little after a few moments though, he had to admit that he did feel bad about doing this to Wilford; so he let up and shuffled off his shins. Anti, though quite reluctantly, also shuffled off Wilford’s back.

'Ohohohoho my gohohohohod…..’

Wilford gasped in intense relief, his entire body was still tense as shockwaves and tingles reverberated over his torso, legs….and butt. Slowly but surely though, he began to relax, and managed to muster the energy to push himself up into a half-sitting position.

'Uhm….y-you okay Wilford?’

The moustached man blinked a few times before he looked up at the source of the wavering, and crackly, voice. He smiled gently at Crank’s slightly concerned expression.

'Of course I’m okay, I’m Wilford Warfstache!’

Anti let out a loud groan, making Wilford snicker at him as Crank relaxed with the knowledge that he, at the very least, hadn’t injured or scarred Wilford for life. Said man sent a slight glare towards Anti, who merely stuck his tongue out childishly.

'However…..’

Wilford’s tone of voice suddenly deepened as he flitted his gaze between Anti and Crank, surveying them with a slightly threatening glint in his eyes.

'It would be a good idea, for both of you, to not breathe a word of this….is that clear?’

Crank gulped, not hesitating to nod; he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Wilford’s….retribution.

'Y-yeah of course….’

Crank winced as his voice cracked and whined again, he averted his gaze as he prepared himself for the onslaught of taunting. What he didn’t expect though, was the broad arm that suddenly wrapped itself round his shoulders; the arm belonging to a gently smiling Wilford.

'Your voice’ll get stronger if you want it to, I promise. Although, I think it’s kinda cool as it is now….'

Crank’s eyes widened as he looked up at Wilford.

'Really?’

Wilford chuckled gently at him a little, feeling a little sad that the young man seemed so surprised. Anti meanwhile was grinning and took the opportunity to burst back into the conversation.

'HELL YEAH! IT’S ALMOST LIKE MINE!’

Wilford and Crank both snickered as Anti spread his arms wide and bombastically, Wilford donned a slight smirk as he tilted his head at the glitchy man.

'Anti I’m not sure that counts as a compliment..’

'HEY SHUT UP!’

Wilford giggled at him as Anti sent him a playful glower, and Crank just watched with a light smile. He was fidgeting again, I don’t think it was due to nerves though. I think it was just his thing. Like Wilford and his gestures, Anti and his glitches…they’re all just like, their THING y'know? Just because your body isn’t exactly how you want it to be, or your voice isn’t how you’d like it….that doesn’t mean you can’t MAKE it what you want it to be.

HOPE YA LIKE IT, LUV YOUS XX

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