#in a silly little jacksepticeye mood.

[dilfsuzanneyk]

if they don't get chase out of IRIS i'm breaking in and fighting anti and getting him out MYSELF.

[brett-is-afraid]

Pearl Rosary

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Tommy giving Jacksepticeye a blowjob. That's it, that's the prompt. (Inspired by the Hozier/Jacksepticeye comparison anon made and the fact that Moment's Silence is a fucking great song)

Words: 1, 647

Tommy shifted nervously on his knees. He was down on the floor in between Jack’s legs, a pillow pressed under his legs to protect them from the hardwood beneath him. His fingers tapped on Jack’s thighs off rhythm. The moment was awkward between them, Jack’s jeans and boxers already discarded, yet Tommy wasn’t doing anything. He didn’t even look at Jack, eyes roaming everywhere else. 

It wasn’t that he’d never done this before. He had gone down on a guy a couple of times by now, but never with someone who had more experience than himself. It had only ever been with people who were equally inexperienced, equally unsure of what they were doing, and equally nervous about it all. Jack was none of those things in Tommy’s eyes which made this more intimidating. Jack would know what good head was supposed to feel like and Tommy worried about how he would measure up to it. 

“Hey,” Jack said softly after a while, finally breaking the silence when it was obvious Tommy was not going to. He glanced up at Jack, feeling more at ease when he saw the man’s smiling face. “It’s okay. We don’t even have to do this if you don’t want to,” He reminded him and Tommy felt silly in that moment. After all, this was just Jack. He trusted him more than pretty much anyone else, he knew Jack wouldn’t expect too much from him and he certainly wouldn’t judge him if he wasn’t good at it. 

“I want to,” Tommy assured him quickly because he really didn’t. He wanted it so badly he couldn’t imagine stopping. “I just want to make sure you’re ready to have your life changed by how good I am,” He joked, finding it easy to lighten the mood with comedy. The words earned a warm laugh from Jack. This was just Jack, he reminded himself again. Reaching out, he wrapped long fingers around the base of Jack’s cock. 

“I think I’m ready to have my world rocked,” Jack joked back with him, but his words were a little tighter now. His tone wasn’t as loose and relaxed, and Tommy smiled at the fact he had caused that. He hadn’t really done anything yet, but his fingers on Jack’s cock and the anticipation of it all was causing this. It was a feeling he never wanted to let go of, so he stroked the other slowly. 

It didn’t take very long before Jack was fully hard and leaking over Tommy’s fingers, making the slide easier. He watched Jack’s body, taking in every inch of him. He savored every twitch, every movement, every way his thighs squirmed as he was touched. One day, Tommy hoped to know Jack’s body as well as he knew his own and he hoped that day would be very soon. 

With a deep breath in, Tommy leaned down and licked at the head of Jack’s cock. The action was clearly unexpected because he heard Jack’s breath catching in his throat and could feel the way he fought to keep his hips still. It sent a bolt of pride shooting through Tommy’s veins turning into pleasure radiating through his nerves. This was a big part of why he enjoyed going down on partners as much as he did, the ways they reacted and the knowledge that he was the one bringing them so much pleasure. He just hoped Jack would be as vocal as he imagined he was, although he knew he would still be perfect even if he was quieter than expected. 

“Just like that,” Jack told him when Tommy took the head into his mouth. He started slowly, trying to be quick enough to keep Jack’s interest. It was surprisingly easy to get lost in his own head once he had taken Jack’s cock into his mouth, not thinking as much about the individual actions. The movements came naturally to him and he supposed he was lucky for the practice he had before. “You’re perfect,” Fingers slid into the back of Tommy’s hair, not pulling or pushing, just holding onto the back of his head. 

He wondered what it would feel like if Jack was pulling and pushing, if maybe Jack would direct his head for him one day. Images of Jack setting the pace, bobbing Tommy’s head up and down as fast as he desired, flooded his head. He moaned around Jack and wondered if he would fuck Tommy’s face someday, losing control and getting as rough as he wanted with him. Tommy pressed his head down further to take more of Jack, encouraged by his own thoughts and the way Jack was responding, but it was too much and too quickly. 

He gagged around Jack’s cock and Jack’s fingers almost immediately tightened in his hair, pulling him away. Embarrassment burned through Tommy as he fought to keep control over his gag reflex. His cheeks burned bright pink, but he couldn’t even care about that as he tried to make his throat settle down. It was an uncomfortable feeling that he wasn’t sure he completely hated. 

“It’s okay,” Jack assured him gently, his fingers loosening to stroke over the back of Tommy’s hair now. It offered a bit of comfort, but his cheeks were still tinted. He didn't look up at Jack. Instead, he caught his breath and lowered his head into his lap once more. “Go slowly, don’t gag yourself. You don’t have to take it all,” Jack’s soothing words and petting fingers never stopped even as Tommy took him back into his mouth. 

A soft gasp escaped Jack’s throat at the renewed feeling and Tommy decided to chase every sound he could force from the older man. He decided to listen to Jack’s advice, being more careful and going slower this time around. For a few moments, he just focused on the head. His tongue licked at the sensitive underside, pressed against the slit, and circled the crown of it. Each action drew a different noise and movement from Jack’s body, and Tommy tried to commit each one to memory. A soft gasp here, a whine there, a deeper moan when it felt particularly good. 

Tommy was confident with sucking at just the head. Jack seemed to enjoy every motion and he didn’t struggle with it, even the taste wasn’t so bad. He was fairly certain he could make Jack come just from this, but he wanted to try more, both because Jack deserved it and because he wanted to prove to himself that he could. Jack wasn’t much bigger than other people he had gone down on, though he had always struggled taking anyone very deep. He went slowly once he felt ready to try again, taking another inch and then another. 

With each inch he took, he would pause and let himself adjust to it. He would bob his head slowly at first, picking up the speed once he was ready. Jack seemed appreciative of everything he was given, hands squeezing his own thighs and nails digging into the skin. Tommy didn’t look up at him this time, but next time they did this, he wanted to watch every expression Jack made. He was certain Jack was beautiful, somehow more beautiful than normal, although he wasn’t certain that was even possible. 

Tommy only managed to get a little more than halfway down before he had to stop, uncertain about being able to take more. He remembered Jack’s assurance that he didn’t have to take all of it. He reasoned with himself that he could practice and take more of it next time; he really hoped there would be a next time. Jack didn’t seem bothered at all by how much he could take. His sounds had gotten more consistent as Tommy found a good pace. 

He would bob his head steadily, hand wrapped around Jack’s cock to keep him from accidentally taking too much. His tongue pressed along the underside, rubbing against the sensitive frenulum and head every time he rocked his head down. Jack’s noises had devolved into more steady moans as he got closer to the edge and the thought of making him come exhilarated Tommy. He kept his movements consistent, mirroring what he himself liked when he was getting off, and trying to push him closer. 

“I’m gonna come,” Jack murmured out and his lack of talking had surprised Tommy. He had always imagined Jack would be more vocal, both with sounds and words. Tommy didn’t mind it, though, Jack was perfect exactly how he was. He took the words to heart, keeping his movements steady and sucking a bit harder. Jack’s hips jolted involuntarily and he whined when Tommy did. 

Tommy couldn’t help the pride that filled his chest due to how good he was apparently making Jack feel and he hoped he could do this for the rest of their lives. His jaw was beginning to ache, but he ignored the dull pain and focused solely on getting Jack off. Luckily, it didn’t take much longer before he could feel Jack coming. The first warm spurt took him by surprise even though it knew to expect it, swallowing the best that he could. The taste wasn’t as bad as he remembered it being and he managed to swallow most of it.

He finally pulled away once he was sure Jack was done. With the back of his hand, he wiped away the rest of what he couldn’t swallow. It took him a moment to try and catch his breath, shifting around on his knees for a moment. When he looked up at Jack, he was met with the most beautiful sight. Jack’s skin was flushed, eyes half-lidded, and lips parted slightly. He looked so overcome by pleasure and Tommy’s mind filled with a single thought; he was the one responsible for that.

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#5

My Prism collection is hereee!~

@comyet

💚💜❤AHHHHH!!!!💙🧡💛

~💙🧡💛I LOVE IT!!!💚💜❤~

I adore all the little loving details you put into the packaging and the little bonuses you put in!

I love the little "To Remember" note on Inks palette on his keychain!!! So cute! I can't wait to decide where to put the stickers. Thank you so much and I'm so happy I splurged and bought this for myself for my birthday!

Individual close up pics under the cut to save people feeds.

No no. Thank you!

PS Love the custom stamps!!!

I can't get over the little note!~

Duality~ PS I was Pacafrisk alllll the way

STICKERSSSS~~~ I'm so excited about these!!! Yellow, Pink or Green one is going on my keyboard space as well as halo ink. Maybe the color wheel too. XD

The whole collection. My heart!~ The details on everything is just so awesome!!! Imma be finding hidden things on the top post for a while.

In short I LOVE IT!!!

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1. Creating and seeing art 2. My friends and family IRL 3. Anime 4. RPing 5. Music

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106 notes • Posted 2021-04-10 17:55:17 GMT

#3

I was in a Picrew mood and found this adorable one!

Anyone else want to be a mermaid?

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107 notes • Posted 2021-06-26 17:16:06 GMT

#2

So I was very inspired by @lover-of-skellies post of a Beauty and the Beast Nightmare Crossover . I took some of my interpretations with @novetteus on it. Instead of a golden rose I decided to stick with a golden apple slowly getting consumed by the same goop that cursed the princes form. I have another digital piece that I'm posting separately. :3

You can see it here.

140 notes • Posted 2021-09-12 20:30:27 GMT

#1

HOLY. SHITTAKE. MUSHROOMS! 

I AM ABOUT TO GO FERAL OVER THIS!!!

Legit holy crap this is AMAZEBALLS! I’ve been watching all kinds of Youtubers get together to play Among Us, including the people in this video. 

The music? MWAH~*

The art? MWAH~*

The fact I can recognize points in said Youtubers gameplays?

F-ING MWAH~*

Chef’s kisses all the way around, 100 outta 10 way to go you funky little animator you!  JaidenAnimation, Pewdiepie, Jacksepticeye, CorpseHusband, Markiplier, Toast, Valkyrae, Pokimane, Crankgameplays, Sykkuno

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

Take two for posting this. XD

Boy it's been a heck of a year. I'm not surprised some of my top posts are chains but I'm super excited and happy to see one of my own art posts there! Goal for next year is to have at least 3!!!

Thanks to everyone for sticking around with my silliness.

Let's hope 2022 is a good year for everyone.

[franklyshipping]

Mistakes Are So Wonderful ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

THIS IS ANOTHER WONDERFUL ANONYMOUS PROMPT I RECEIVED WHICH I AM EXTREMELY EXCITED TO WRITE SOOOOO LET'S DO THIS!!!

TAGGING: @marvinleemagician @marvin-lee-magician and @robbie-lee-zombie

Robbie knew everything was going to go to plan and go okay....but he was still nervous. He trusted Marvin lots and lots because he was his awesome magical sparkly brother! Marvin had the softest hair and could make flowers and fireworks from his fingers, so that definitely made him super trustworthy in Robbie's eyes....but ah....special spells like this made Robbie nervous. He knew Marvin would do everything right....but a spell to put someone in a lee mood with the zombie himself as the subject was nervy-inducing and flustery!

'Now, are you super duper sure that you're ready? You know that you can still back out whenever you want Robster.'

Marvin smiled fondly own at his little brother, who at the moment was sat cross-legged on the magician's bed with a little smile on his face. Marvin was nervous too. I mean, what if he got something wrong? The last thing he wanted was to upset Robbie or make him sad or uncomfortable; even though Robbie eagerly volunteered for this, Marvin still wanted to be sure. Robbie loved that, he loved how loving Marvin was! His smile widened, and the little zombie resolutely nodded.

'Robbie super duper ready!' Promise!'

Marvin let out a soft laugh....then nodded with a little intake of breath as he tied his hair into a top-knot and slipped his mask down over his face; he rubbed his fingertips together as he grinned.

'Very well.....here we go....'

Robbie gasped and kept as still as he could....and Marvin performed his incantation.

'Let this sweet soul feel warmth within,

As their lips threaten to twitch and grin.

There is only one thought their mind is conjuring,

That thought of course being...relentless tickling.

They feel the need in their nerves, in their fingers and in their breaths,

The need for tickling bubbling, in their tummy's depths.

It is time to cast away all things sad and crude,

It is time to embrace....that tickling mood!'

Marvin's voice got louder on the final line of his incantation, and Robbie let out a squeak when a cascade of lilac sparks rained down upon him. He squeezed his eyes shut, already feeling giddy at seeing what was going to happen next. Robbie was quiet...Marvin was quiet. Marvin nibbled his bottom lip, approaching Robbie tentatively.

'...uh....y-you okay? How do you feel?'

Robbie opened his eyes slowly, then looked over himself, giving himself a few little pats....but then he frowned. Nothing had happened, nothing had changed at all, and Robbie couldn't help but feel disheartened.

'....Robbie....normal...'

Marvin felt like his heart was going to break when he saw how sad Robbie was with the outcome...no....no he HAD to fix this! Marvin immediately cupped Robbie's cheeks, giving them a little rub as he smiled a whispered.

'Hey, I said this spell was going to work and I meant it! We're not done yet!'

Marvin's eyes were sparkling and bright with his optimism as he kissed Robbie's forehead, before he scrambled back to his notes and started muttering to himself. Of course, Robbie smiled at Marvin's optimism, it made him feel much better. He started to feel pretty fantastic actually. Robbie could feel warmth inside him building, along with a confidence and a happiness that made him start to feel excited. His fingers twitched as the zombie's eyes darted around the room....until....they ultimately landed on Marvin.

'What was my mistake darnit, it's gotta be here....'

As Marvin rifled through his notes, Robbie looked the magician up at down with an intense stare....and with his teeth almost bared. His fingers twitched more as he spotted Marvin's pale, smooth neck....it looked so soft and inviting. Plus, as Marvin reached for more notes from his shelves of disorganised incantations, Robbie thought he was going to drool when he saw Marvin's tummy exposed, just for a moment. Robbie couldn't stop himself. He stood up....and pounced.

'C'mon c'mooon, dammit I should have let Schneeple organise all my shi-AAHHH W-WOAH ROBBIE HEY!'

Marvin was cut off from the rest of his babbling when a sudden ''attack'' from a rambunctious little undead gent caught him off guard. Robbie had practically barrelled into him and made them both tumble to the floor, and Marvin was spluttering with giddy confusion as Robbie pinned Marvin's arms to his sides. Robbie giggled and growled.

'Gooootchaaaaa....'

Marvin giggled, since he just thought Robbie was being silly and playful. The magician rolled his eyes happily.

'Yeah alright fiiiine ya got me! What's my fate?'

Marvin sighed in feigned resignation, having absolutely no idea what he'd just let himself in for. Robbie grinned an excited, toothy grin, and leant into Marvin's neck as he growled.

'Robbie....tickle....'

Marvin froze....then the realisation of what had happened hit him like a ton of bricks, or rather like a ton of teeth nibbling at his neck. Marvin should have probably used the word ''ticklish'' a few times instead of ''tickling'' in that little incantation of his....because Robbie was far away from a lee mood....he was in quite the opposite mood in fact.

'Nononono-wahahahait nohoho s-s-stahahappit!'

Marvin squeaked and tossed his head about as he felt Robbie's sharp teeth nipping up and down the side of his neck, in a diabolically tickly fashion. Marvin struggled of course, but our sweet zombie had him very well pinned down. Said zombie giggled at Marvin's words, and growled more.

'Rooobbie gooonna tiiiickle!'

Marvin squeaked and yipped at every little nip and nibble as he flushed a bright pink....this was NOT how he imagined today going. He grunted amidst his giggles as he tried hard to free his wrists, but Robbie's grip was just too strong.

'P-Pleheheheeease! C-C'mohon I-Ihi thohought yohou wahanted to behe leheheheee!'

Marvin gazed up at Robbie with wide eyes, hoping that somehow he might be able to save himself....but alas, Robbie's heart was set with a plan. A tickly plan. Specifically a plan to tickle the heck out of his favourite magical person!

'Mmmm....but nooowww want tickle! Tickle Marvy because Marvy laughter peeeerfect....'

Robbie resolutely stated, whilst blowing cool air over Marvin's neck with a big smile in place; he was really loving this. Marvin only blushed redder at hearing Robbie talk like that about him, the littlest compliments literally stayed with him for days and days. Marvin tried to avert his gaze as he mumbled very quietly and meekly, feeling flustered beyond belief.

'Sh-shuhuuush....'

Robbie grinned and giggled, finding Marvin's bashfulness ever so cute. The zombie reared up and pinned the magician's wrists under his knees with ease, his magically induced mood spurring him to be strong and eager.....eager to hear more magical mirth.

'Awwww! Heeey! Marvy no quieeeet!'

With both his hands being free, Robbie started to put them to use with scratching up a storm at Marvin's bare tummy, which made the magician buck beautifully. The magician tugged and struggled in vain, his face screwing up amidst his cackles.

'NAHAHAHA OHOMYGAHAD NAHAHAT MY TUHUHUMMY!'

Robbie giggled fondly, his lilac eyes gleaming with joy as he leant down to add tickly kisses to Marvin's tummy amidst the scratchy treatment.

'Marvy has best tickly tummy! Best tumtum!'

The apples of Marvin's cheeks were now a truly solid crimson because he did NOT need to be told that he had a fricking tickly tummy thank you very much! Marvin desperately shook his head and cried out amidst flustered snorts.

'SHUHUHUT UHUHUP AHABOHOUT MY TUHUHUMMY!'

Robbie's innocent teasing on the whole was frankly unbearable for Marvin...but ah, that didn't mean Robbie was going to stop. The zombie in question smirked against Marvin's skin, nuzzles and scribbles being bestowed on Marvin's tummy as Robbie cooed. 

'Can't make Robbie! Tickly Marvy can't make Robbie shuuuush!'

Marvin's cackles got louder as he thrashed harder.

'YOHOHOU'RE MEHEHEEEAN!!'

Robbie giggled at Marvin's wails, adoring how ticklish Marvin was and how stunningly tender his ticklish tummy felt! It was so soft and fun to play with...which is of course all Robbie was doing with it, honestly Robbie didn't see why Marvin was making such a fuss over a little playtime!

'Marvy drama queeeeen!'

Marvin gasped and spluttered in the wake of Robbie's cheeky smile and words.

'AHAHAHAM NAHAHAT!!'

Robbie snickered, and had a little mercy since he knew Marvin needed to breathe....but he still retorted right back....maturely.

'Are toooo!'

Marvin pouted at that, his struggles being much weaker now as he focused his energies on recovery from the tummy onslaught. Marvin also looked up at Robbie pleadingly, hoping that the magic mishap was going to wear off sooner rather than later.

'Pleheeease n-noho more tickles....'

.....Marvin was so adorable. It was all Robbie could fathom. All he could focus on was how cute and gaspy Marvin was after that last bout of tickling, and on how pink and shivery Marvin's belly now was. Robbie adored Marvin's current state, and had no intention of finishing this so soon.

'But Marvy....tickles is fun, you like fun, don't you Marvy?'

Robbie's eyes twinkled amidst his purr, and with Robbie sporting a rather sly smile, Marvin found himself gulping and stuttering....Robbie was pretty intimidating.

'P-P-Please have m-mercy, y-you c-can tickle me t-tomorrow j-just please have mercy n-now....'

Bartering like this was Marvin's last hope....but alas, it was not to be. Robbie merely giggled, kissed Marvin's nose, and then proceeded to shake his head like a naughty kid.

'Robbie gonna tickle....and tickle....and tickle....'

Marvin whined and squirmed, the way Robbie speaking giving him flustered goose-bumps as the zombie playfully turned to face away from the magician. Robbie did a full 180, keeping Marvin's arms pinned with his legs as Robbie then lay on his front on Marvin's legs....so he could blow cool air over the tops of Marvin's feet. The reaction was instantaneous.

'R-ROBBIE NO D-DON'T YOU DARE DON'T YOU DARE GEHET ME THEHERE!' 

Marvin squeaked loudly as his struggling became renewed, his giggling already bubbling out as his hyper-sensitive feet twitched. They were so deathly ticklish and Marvin knew he couldn't handle the tickling that Robbie was going to give him! Robbie of course was excited to have this gold-mine of a tickle spot aaaall to himself, happily nuzzling the tops of Marvin's feet now as he traced the soles.

'Soooft tickly feeeet!'

Marvin gasped and squealed over Robbie's croon, descending into hysterical giggles as his feet wiggled and scrunched with true desperation.

'NAHAT MY FEHEET! IHIHI'LL DOHO AHANYTHING!!'

Marvin wasn't kidding either, he literally would have done almost anything....but ah Robbie, being the little tickle monster he was, merely giggled.

'Marvy can laugh!'

....fuck. Robbie was scratching at Marvin's soles now, and given that his nails were rather sharp, this instantly made Marvin transition from hysterical giggles to hysterical, high pitched, wide mouthed, wide eyed laughter.

'NAHAHAHAHA RAHAHAHAAAAB!!'

Full words and such were taking a short vacation from Marvin's repertoire it seems, which only made Robbie even happier as he peeked behind him to look upon his victim, as he let out more joyful, evil giggles. Robbie could practically feel all of Marvin's nerves reacting to his tickling, it was such a magnificent feeling!.

'Robbie likes tickly Marvy....Robbie might keep Marvy....'

Well if Marvin hadn't been blush central before then he certainly was now. Marvin's face and neck were completely red as the poor, teary-eyed, messy-haired magician thrashed and tugged at his poor feet....but nothing helped. All he could do was beg and beg.

'NOHOHOHO NOHO PLEHEASE PLEHEHEHEASE YOHOU CAHAHAHAAAN'T!!'

Robbie moved his scratching nails to the balls of Marvin's feet as he replied tauntingly.

'Robbie can Robbie caaaan!'

....Marvin actually thought he was going insane. He was now screaming with laughter as he felt scratch after scratch after scratch against the scrunched balls of his feet and he couldn't take it. His laughter was as loud as it had ever been, now interspersed with coughs too.

'PLEHEHEHAHAHA-AHAH!!!'

At this point, Robbie's eyes immediately widened with concern as he stopped the tickling and hurried to shuffle off of Marvin. Robbie knew many things, but one thing he knew specifically was that generally speaking, coughs were NOT good. Robbie gulped also when he saw Marvin hugging himself and gasping....what if he'd stopped too late?

'....R-Robbie s-sorry Robbie s-so so so sorry.....'

Robbie whispered, terrified that he'd done too much tickling and hurt Marvin in some way. He was happily surprised though when the magician carefully sat up, grinned at him, and softly cupped his face in his gloved hands. Marvin was nowhere near being any kind of hurt, and Marvin was intent on making sure that Robbie knew that.

'H-Hehey....hey Ihi'm okay, yohou may be an ehevil little tickle monster, but I AM Marvin the Magnificent! I can withstand anything!'

Robbie gasped with relief and immediately gave Marvin a tight hug, which Marvin eagerly reciprocated as the zombie mumbled happily into the magician's shoulder.

'Marvin the mostest magnificent magic man! Spell was so good, felt good!'

Marvin grinned bashfully, bowing his head a little as they both parted from the hug. Hearing that from Robbie really helped Marvin not to feel bad about his mistake, genuinely.

'Well I'm glad! Now, let's see if we can figure out a ticklee spell together, sound good?'

Robbie nodded excitedly, and then they got to work. After all, you can only get things truly right if you get things wrong a few times....plus....when you have those who you love, and who love you too.

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOHOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[notreallyuseless]

Who’s left to trust (Part 2)

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Chase would have never said it aloud. Never in his whole life would he have admitted that seeing this shit-eating grin made him feel at home. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to anchor this moment. To tell himself he did really find him. The reflection only smirked back at him.

“Come on Chase. Did you really think it would be that easy to find him? Try a little harder.”

When he blinked, the messed-up reflection had disappeared. He was relieved to see it was only his mind tricking him. He shouldn’t feel happy to see him. They did not belong together.  It didn’t surprise him, in a way, his mind did tricked him a lot. Creating illusions of what he wanted to see. He could faintly remember the exact number of time he thought he saw his kids running around the house before meeting up with Marvin worrying about him or Henrik telling him his kids weren’t there. They never were. The thing in front of Chase was only him. There was no hero, no magician. He wasn’t a doctor nor was he mute. He was nothing more than a drunk guy, good at nothing but crying and complaining. In frustration against himself, Chase punched the window. But nothing happened. Nothing ever happens. Except pain. And he knew exactly what could relieve his pain.

When he turned back from the window, he wasn’t on the street anymore. He was in front of a bar. Startled, he looked behind him, expecting to come back to the electronic shop before seeing the dim lit street in front of the bar. He sure was always imagining things but walking through the whole town to get to this specific bar without realizing it was a first. Maybe the event that happened earlier made him lose his mind a little more. Nothing new. He pushed in the door and met with a warm gust of wind. A suffocating one. There weren’t a lot of people in the bar at this hour. Chase was even surprised this bar was open on a Wednesday, when a lot of person had work the day after. Nothing awaits him in the morning anymore.

He usually takes a seat at the counter, so that he can drown himself in alcohol more easily. But today was different. He did want to drink, forget what happened earlier, but he didn’t feel like putting his grim mood on the poor bartender. He walked to the counter, asking for a glass and a whole bottle of whisky. He paid all of it even before the bartender had the time to say a warning and giving him a concerned look. He zoned out while waiting for his drink. The bar was kind of quiet making him feel like at home. When he’s alone and drinking his problem away with the dull sound of voices in rooms next to his. Voices who sounds sometimes like him, but always livelier, better.

“... and then Stacy, my new girlfriend, told me she left her husband because he was a maniac. He once locked her kids in a room because he didn’t want her to leave with them for the week. I understand now why she doesn’t trust others easily.”

Chase’s heart stopped beating. He couldn’t believe it. How did...Furious, he ran and took the guy’s neck in his hands and squeezed. So hard he wished he broke his neck.

“What did Stacy say?”

The other guy, his friend probably, not like Chase cared to know, took a hold of Chase’s jacket and flew him backward. The first one wheezed, trying to catch his breath.

“Who IS THIS STACY, MAN?” “YOU JUST TALKED ABOUT A STACY SAYING HER HUSBAND WAS—”

“MY GIRLFRIEND’S NAME IS SAMANTHA, DUDE? What is wrong with you? We were talking about the baseball game I went to see with her? Are you crazy?”

Realization dawned on him. He really was going crazy. The divorce happened months ago. He was supposed to be over that. He told everyone he was over Stacy. The bartender, who came to see what was happening, was even more reluctant to let Chase have a whole bottle of whisky. He snatched the bottle and the glass from the poor guy’s hands and left the counter to go to a table in the corner of the bar. He could still hear their voices.

“Seriously, what was wrong with this guy? He looked insane as hell.” “Well, maybe this Stacy girl should stay away from this freak.” “We should keep an eye on this guy right there. He yelled at a customer. Something must be wrong in his head.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone was against him. No one wanted to get close to him. He did that to himself. He deserved that. He was alone. He wished he could have spent more time with Jamie, just playing silly cards game. With Schneep, listening to him telling his wild encounter with patients. With Jackie, playfully fight in the yard because the basement was a mess. With Marvin...

“Did you like my magic trick?”

Surprised, Chase looked at the man next to him, expecting to see the magician. He did have the same haircut, the same face and the same voice. But he wasn’t Marvin.

“I’m not in the mood right now, leave me alone.” Whispered Chase while looking down at his half-empty glass of whiskey. He wasn’t in the mood anymore.

“Come on Chase. You looked so happy earlier to see me. No one looked at me like that in a really long time. You know, with all of you keeping me away from the fans.”

Anti took a seat in front of Chase, leaning his chin on his hands. He smiled sweetly at Chase and stared at the other man, pleased to see him alone.

“Get lost I said! I’m better off by myself. No one’s expecting something from me now. It’s better that way.”

“Oh yeah, it’s not like the others are waiting for you to come back to them with good news about me leaving all of you – and Jack – alone.”

Chase only squeezed his glass tighter. Anti really knew everything that was going on about them. A part of Chase wanted to get back on the others good side. Convince Anti to stop trying to tear them apart. Not like they needed Anti to do that. But another part of him, a part he wasn’t proud of, just wanted to give up and let them deal with the problem by themselves. They would have more chance of survival. He came back to reality when he heard Anti’s seat creaked. He was now leaning on his chair and stretching himself. What was he planning?

“Look, I’m the big bad guy. For what I’m heard so far, the only thing I want more than my knife to love me back is the fan’s full attention. The only way to do this is to kill “Jacksepticeye” or you guys, right? The thing is, if Jacksepticeye dies, it means no channel. No channel means...no video. You can do the math alone, you get where I’m going for. And you guys are no threat to me. I don’t see the point of killing you, or the others. The thing you don’t know, that no one knows is WHY I’m doing all of this. “

“You do this because you want attention. You need it to become stronger.”

“Of course, Chase. Me, the ego with the most attention because I’m literally the bad version of this poor cinnamon roll that is Jack, need MORE attention while you four lived off for so long with only one video, or so, about you. I don’t need attention. Between all of us, you’re the one that needs attention. I could lend you some if you asked.”

Chase stood up, knocking down his glass in the action, and took a hold of Anti’s shirt in his fist. They were inches apart from each other and he was about to hit Anti in the face when he heard angry voices behind him and people pulling Chase away from him. His grip on the shirt grew tighter. He wasn’t going to let him mess with his head. Not again. The only problem was that not only Anti’s face never changed, he still wore the same smirk, still looked at him like he was the crazy one.

“Chase... What would your kids think of you right now?”

It felt like a punch in his gut. He lost all strength, all anger and was left on the floor, empty. Numb. How did he get here? How did he go from being a silly, happy-go lucky father to a deranged alcoholic divorced man? What decision in his life did he make that put him here, right now in this moment. He had no fight left in him. Why should he fight if everything he does brings him in this mess anyway? He felt hands pull him upward, but he felt nothing inside. He was welcome nowhere. He pushed everyone away from him. He felt his body lean on another one and leaving the bar.  He didn’t deserve any help he was getting. To everyone’s eyes, he was the bad guy. He wasn’t better than Anti.

Maybe they did belong together.

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Here comes the second part! Things aren’t going better for poor Chase. But it’s far from over.

Tag list: @rand0m-stufff here-be-becquerel @enakane @huffle-dork @chase-brody-protection-squad

[gaypeachoftrash-blog]

Dear Mark and Jack

Hello, anyone that may be looking at this. I highly doubt it’s Markiplier or Jacksepticeye since hardly anyone ever notices me and I would probably have an actual heart attack if they ever commented on any of my stuff, but hi.

Markiplier is and forever will be one of my favorite Youtubers, along with Jacksepticeye.

I love them.

I love Jack and Mark because they don’t care about the money or anything, they just want to help people and make people happy.

They’re not fake and feel like real people, a nice change from a lot of YouTube and the internet in general.

Their videos have helped me through so much and can always manage to put a smile on my face.

Jacksepticeye makes me smile with his silly personality and loud voice, shouting at the top of his lungs like the little energetic bean he is.

He’s helped me gain more confidence and be the loud, crazy person I am today.

I love him.

Markiplier also makes me smile with his randomness and amazing voice. His charity livestreams are amazing and it’s wonderful all of the stuff he’s doing. When he cries is literally makes me cry.

I love him.

I would honestly do anything to meet at least one of these two, amazing people. Anything to just hug them and be able to thank them for everything they’ve done for me.

The constant times I’ve been in a bad mood and made me smile.

Made me cry with them during an emotional game or talk.

Have made my heart feel warm with all of their love for their community.

How they never give up and always continue to make new content every day.

I love them.

@markiplier @therealjacksepticeye

I know you two won’t see this, but I just wanted to get it out there.

[randomfandomimagine]

Lazy (Jack x Reader)

Character: Sean McLoughlin (Jacksepticeye)

Fandom: Jacksepticeye/Youtubers

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: Lazy

  A/N: Ever since I finished watching Jack’s gameplay of The Last Guardian, I’ve been really wanting to write a fluffy imagine of him. Which also explains that the game appears in here because all of it is giving me the feels. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Y/N is feeling extremely lazy, but when her boyfriend Jack calls her from downstairs and asks her to hang out the evening changes. 

“Y/N!” Jack called me from downstairs.

I rolled over in the bed and yawned before answering. I was feeling way too lazy, which I blamed on the almost nap I took. I would have fallen asleep gladly, but I just couldn’t and so I ended up just lying down and feeling the laziest.

He knew I was awake because he checked on me from time to time, and I complained to him that I couldn’t fall asleep.

“What?” I shouted back at him.

“Wanna come down and hang out?” Sean asked me, to which I groaned to myself.

Of course I wanted to hang out with him, it was the best thing to do! But go down? Actually stand up and walk? Ugh.

I didn’t know how to reply, or more likely was too lazy to. So I just remained silent, huddling up in the warm and cozy blankets.

Sean didn’t say anything for a while, probably waiting for my response, but he ended up insisting again.

“Y/N…?”

“I don’t feel like it!”

He definitely caught the childish tone in my voice, because he made a pause before he replied. And I noticed the amusement and chuckle in his voice.

“Don’t make me come up and get ya!”

“Don’t you dare!”

I was always up for goofing around with Jackaboy, but I was so damn comfortable that I didn’t want him to burst in and be his usual bubbly and silly self. A part of me wanted him to, but the other felt lazy even for that.

I shoved my face in the pillow when I heard him racing up the stairs.

“I fucking knew it” I mumbled to myself, just as I heard him swing the door open. Was that boy fast and spry.

“C’mon, Y/Ny-boo!”

“No!”

I covered my head with the covers, gesture that seemed to deeply crack him up because he started laughing a little.

“Up and at ‘em!” He sang playfully, ripping the covers off me.

“Sean…” I warned him, knowing him too well and knowing what ran through his mind.

“Let’s hang out, you lazy bum!”

“Don’t you dare!”

As I thought, Jack picked me up and casually put me over his shoulder. I just tried to hold onto him by wrapping my arms around his torso as he kept on giggling. The little shit felt mischievous today.

And he just found it all the more amusing when I squeaked as he started moving.

“Sean!” I told him off, seeing as he was walking down the stairs calmly, still carrying me.

“Yes?” He gently asked, as though he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Put me down, I can fucking walk!”

“I don’t think so” It was obvious by his voice that he was struggling not to laugh. “I think if I’d put you down you’d just fuckin’ flop onto the ground”

I sighed in resigned exasperation and rested my elbows on his back, waiting until he got bored and put me down.

“You’re hilarious, Jack” I told him mockingly, since I always called him Sean.

“Thank you!” He replied cheerfully, not offended by my bitterness at all.

Then he finally sat me down in the couch and grabbed the PS4 controller.

I just stared at him in fake annoyance, and I knew he could feel my eyes on him. In fact, he turned his head to me and showed me that grin only he could manage. Very wide, bright and angelical but still with a hint of mischief.

“What are you playing, green boy?” I playfully asked him, linking my arm with his and leaning my head on his shoulder.

“The Last Guardian!” Sean excitedly told me, giving an enthusiastic little bounce to go along with his words.

“Again? You did the gameplay for your channel, didn’t you?” I had watched all eight videos of that series, and loved every single one of those.

“I’m beating it again on my own” He nodded, fixing his blue eyes in the screen.

I admired the scenery and the graphics, how much thought they put into details and into Trico’s design. His feathers, the sun falling over him, everything! It was just gorgeous.

Right there, they were in an open area. Jack was trying to figure out where he was supposed to go, calling the creature so it would follow the little boy.

“Turikur!” Sean called, imitating the little boy’s voice, then laughing. “Oh, he’s sneezing”

“This game is awesome” I grinned with approval. “But overall Trico is pet goals”

“It’s so cool!” Jack shouted, grinning and fidgeting like an excited child. “Trico’s the cutest!”

Just then, Trico was rolling around in the water and being a giant puppy and it was so adorable that my hands flew to my cheeks as a result of the cuteness overload.

“Aaaaaw, I want a Trico!” I groaned, trying to get over it. “Can we adopt a Trico, Sean?”

“If we could, we would have by now” He laughed a little, his eyes locked on the screen.

“Way to ruin the mood, muggle” I slightly scooped away from him and nudged him in the side in annoyance.

Sean giggled and jumped, shrinking away from my touch extremely fast. I gasped in awe and stared at him, both dumbfounded and satisfied.

“Are you ticklish?!” I exclaimed as though I made the discovery of the century.

“No?” He averted his blue eyes from me, but then met my glance in defeat. “Fuck!”

“How did I not know you’re ticklish?!” I shouted in outrage, still amazed by my discovery. “How am I finding out just now?!”

I then proceeded to mercilessly tickle his sides as he struggled to put the PS4 controller down on the table.

“Y/N, stop!” Sean shouted, trying to hold my hands to keep me from tickling him more.

I had no idea how he managed, but he won me over. He basically started tickling me instead, causing me to squirm around while I painfully laughed out loud.

Maybe Sean was ticklish, but I was much more. And he took advantage of that.

“Who’s tickling who know?” My boyfriend exclaimed in that playful and loud voice of his. “Not so mighty now, are ya?”

“Sean!” I begged him, feeling tears coming out of the corner of my eyes. “Please, I surrender!”

He finally stopped tickling me so I feebly rested on his lap, exhausted and sore all over. I felt sensitive and wary of him, afraid that he’d start tickling me again.

“That’s better” When I turned around slightly to look up at him, there was a mischievous smirk plastered on his lips.

“You little…” I mumbled, still out of breath.

Sean smiled widely, knowing I couldn’t really resist to that genuine, adorable and gorgeous grin.

“There, there…” Jack jokingly said, even if his hands were tenderly caressing my head.

“I would kill you…” I mumbled, closing my eyes like a happy and content kitty. “But I’m too comfortable here”

“I know your weakness, Y/N” Sean giggled mischievously. “Playing with your hair”

“Joke’s on you” It was my time to smirk. “I’mma take a nap now”

“I’ll tickle you!”

“You wouldn’t dare”

Jack raised an eyebrow defiantly, holding up his hands and wriggling his fingers around in a silly menace. I locked eyes with him, trying to contain the laughter, to challenge him as well.

He lightly poked me in the ribs with his index finger, making me squeak and cover my mouth with my hands.

When he did it again, I jolted up into a sitting position and held his hands tightly. Sean just laughed, deeply amused by my behavior.

“Keep playing the damn game, you dork” I held his hands for a moment as I rested my head back on his shoulder, until I was sure that he wouldn’t strike again.

Sean then picked up the controller again and unpaused the game –I had no idea when he had paused it, I was too busy keeping an eye on him or dying from tickling –and stared at me silently.

“What?”

“You’re adorable”

Sean pecked me in the lips sweetly and gave me a tight hug before getting his attention back on the game. He earned a delighted smile from me and a kiss back on the lips, then another one of the cheek.

For the rest of the evening, we kept doing that. Basically being flirty, cute and playful while playing videogames. Which was awesome.

[justwritingscibbles]

How you  Interact: Them visiting you at Work.

So this is a Mark, Ethan, Jack and Tyler fic where I write what I think they’d do if they were walking past/ came to your work-place. 

I had a friend today visit me at work and it was ridiculous. He was dragged out by security because he was being an ass-hat and not allowing me to work.  Anyway, enjoy! 

Jacksepticeye:

I feel like Jack wouldn’t be very disruptive if he visited you. But he’d try making your day a little brighter by just popping by and saying hello. 

He’d wear a silly outfit, or have some sort of ridiculous hat on just to make you smile.

But on the other hand, if he was in a silly mood, I think he’d try and distract you while being outside the premises. 

Which would include random dancing and making funny faces at you through the window. 

Once, he ran to your workplace just to show you something he bought from a dollar shop. He was so excited that you couldn’t be mad at him for barging in. 

“(Y/N) look, look! Isn’t it cool!”  “How far did you run to show me this?”  Physically sweating and slightly out of breath, “Not very far”

If you in an office he’d defiantly call your workplace and ask to speak with you. At first being professional about it, dragging out the joke until he lets something slip. 

As soon as you realise who it is though, you’d hang up and sigh. But it would bring a little smile to your face. 

Jack would also bring you lunch/dinner/breakfast, depending on what time you started work and/or what time he visited you. 

He’s always friendly with your workmates, and they always wave and point you out for him. Jack doesn’t stay long, because he doesn’t want to drag you away from work to often for too long. But they’ll be occasions when you’ll sneak out with him for an hour. 

No one will notice. 

Your boss is polite with Jack.  But sometimes asks him to leave so you can get back to work. Which Jack apologizes and leaves right away. He doesn’t want you to get in trouble because of him. 

If you forgot something he’d bring it to you. If you walk home or catch a bus, he’d go to your workplace on rainy days and bring you an umbrella. The of you would huddle underneath it, hurrying home as quick as possible. 

You look forward to his visits at work. He lights up the place and makes the rest of your day a little easier. 

Ethan: 

He’s a little shy going into your workplace.

He doesn’t want to intrude or cause a scene.

But like Jack, he’ll bring you little gifts or food to brighten up your day. 

Since you complain a lot about work, we wants to make the days easier for you. 

On your breaks he’ll sit in the lunch-room with you and just talk. It’s nice, and on occasion he’ll bring your favorite treat.

He’ll encourage you throughout the day. Texting you every so often a joke or reminding you that there’s only a few more hours to go till you get home. 

He also leaves little funny voice-mails on your phone. Going from asking you if you needed something at the shops, to loud, tuneless duets with Mark.

You share them with your friend at work. Who laughs and gossips with you about them.

If he passes by your window at work, he’ll wave and smile. Again, he doesn’t want to embarrass you or make a fuss. So he’ll do his thing and leave quickly. 

He’s usually pretty busy himself with all the stuff with his channel and possibly helping Mark with his. So, the two of you understand that it’s exhausting. And at the end of the day he’ll give you a hug and you’ll just lounge around the house. 

On really bad days, he’ll come into the workplace and take you out for your break. 

Whether it be just a walk down the street or a quick bite at a bakery. He doesn’t want you to feel too stressed about whatever is making your day worse. 

Your boss thinks Ethan is a little sweet-heart and adores him greatly. They have little chats, usual small talk about the weather and how they’re fairing. It’s nice to know you don’t have to worry about your boss throwing him out. 

Ethan is an elusive creature at your workplace. He’ll turn up, chat for a bit and walk out. You enjoy his little visits. 

Markiplier: 

He’s a little sweetheart. 

Mark makes sure you brought food to work and if you didn’t, don’t be surprised if you find him carrying a plastic bag full of home-made delicious choices to your desk. 

Sometimes you purposely forget your lunch because you want some of his chicken dumplings. 

But when Mark does visit you, expect him to take a while to get to you. 

He talks to everyone! He knows everyone by name. Your boss will literally stop what they’re doing to say hello to Mark.  You don’t really mind, but the smell of that food makes you really hungry. 

Other times, Mark will just duck in and give you a kiss on the cheek and leave without saying a word. 

Once you didn’t even realise he was there. You were working hard, your mind elsewhere, and suddenly there was a pair of lips on your cheek. Before you had even spun around, Mark was halfway across the building and running out the door. 

It became a little game and your boss keeps score of how many times Mark can sneak up on you. 

Mark is winning by two points. 

He got bonus points for tying a balloon to your belt without you noticing. It was rather surprising when you turned and found an inflated rubber ball floating behind you.

Like Jack, Mark doesn’t want to disturb you too much during work. So, his visits are quick but heartfelt. 

However, everything went out the window when he brought Chica to work. 

She ran straight to you but everyone wanted to pat her. You hid Chica under your desk when your Boss strolled over. 

But they were just as taken by the Lab as everyone else.

Also, if Mark catches your eye walking past a window he just happens to be besides, Mark will blow you a kiss and make weird faces at you. 

You just shake your head and walk away. He pouts at you till you give him a smile. 

Tyler: 

Like Ethan, Tyler is an elusive creature at your workplace. His visits are rare but he makes the most out of them. 

He’ll bring you a flower and place it somewhere so you can see it while working. 

Little treats are a must. He brings chocolate or pastry’s. Things that are sweet so you can keep your spirits up. 

He got into the Boss’ good books by bringing a box of goodies from the nearby bakery for everyone to share. 

Tyler is now allowed to waltz into the building whenever he likes. You called him a suck-up and he replied with a wink.

He’ll pick you up from work and drop you off, depending if you have a car or not. Sometimes he’ll do it just so he can see you smile before work, and make up for a bad day on the way home. 

If he spots you through a window he’ll wave and smile. Not wanting to distract you. 

Sometimes he’ll sit at you desk/workplace and just chat. Breaks are always nice when Tyler is there. He’ll chat with everyone in the lunch-room, not wanting to be rude and ignore everyone. 

If you’re working late, Tyler will bring you a coffee and dinner. He doesn’t mind dropping by at night because he wants to make sure everything is ok. 

On stressful days, he’ll drive you to a park after work and the two of you will just lounge on the grass. 

[franklyshipping]

True Happiness Needs No Sound ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

Thiiiiis is a lovely prompt from the snazzy @petunia9402 who is always so lovely on the blog and their prompt is an AWESOME one! This is set with the interpretation that Jameson Jackson has no voice at all btw....LET'S DO THIS!

Jameson Jackson, I'm very sorry to say, was not smiling. Nor had he smiled all day. Jamie was the sort of guy who usually wasn't troubled or self-conscious about himself because he had so many loving people around him who loved and appreciated every single part of him...but lately....Jamie hadn't been feeling it. The Septics were a rowdy bunch, always cracking jokes to make each other laugh, always rough-housing, tickling, playing, all that awesome stuff....but none of that stuff had really seemed to extend to Jamie recently.

The only time Jamie seemed to hear jokes was when he happened to be in the room when they were being told....no-one actively tried to make him laugh with humour. No-one tried to wrestle with him, tickle him, play with him...and Jamie knew why. Jamie couldn't laugh, he couldn't make one single sound. Why waste jokes when you're not going to get a reaction? It was pointless. HE was pointless. That was how Jameson Jackson felt. He was upset, sour, and attempting to cope by gripping a blanket so hard that his knuckles turned white. He couldn't even scream to let his emotions out.

Thankfully....that was when our hero dropped in. Jamie was curled up on the couch in the living room, aimlessly looking at a wall in a dazed manner. That was how Chase Brody found him. Chase grinned as he spotted the dapper gentleman, and immediately sunk down next to him on the couch, rubbing shoulders with him in a true bro fashion.

'What's cookin' in Jameson land?'

Jamie....didn't react in the way Chase expected. Instead of a cheery smile, a playful shove, or an excitably signed sentence, all Jamie exhibited was a light shrug and brief sign.

'Nothing.'

Chase, obviously, was immediately concerned, especially since Jamie hadn't even turned to look at him. Chase sat up straighter and tentatively placed his hand on Jamie's back, leaning in a little to try and see his face to see if he could maybe analyse what was wrong with the sweet guy.

'Hey....buddy you know you can tell me anything....'

Chase spoke softly, making sure his reassuring smile stayed on his lips. Now, in Jamie's mind he would have ideally wanted to be strong. He liked to think he would have been able to tough this sort of thing out like the others do when they pretend that they're not upset....but he couldn't. Jamie just burst into sad, silent tears.

'Everything's just pointless. I'm pointless!'

Jamie's hands looked like they were almost spasming with how shaky his signing was, and Chase hurried to envelop the man in a hug because Chase knew that Jamie needed it if he was going to feel safe enough to reveal what was going on. Chase took a moment to stow away his shock for now as he stroked Jamie's hair, whispering to him gently.

'Hey, hey why would you think that huh? You're a septic, how could you ever think that you were pointless?'

Jamie was shaking his head as he sobbed and sobbed in silence. The only sound that was in the room was Jamie's frantic, jittery panting as he signed.

'How can I be one of you? How can I be a septic when everything about you all revolves around happiness and laughter? I can't do any of that Chase, I can't be like that with any of you! I can't laugh with you, so why should you all even bother with me?'

....Chase was nearly on the verge of tears. Chase's mind was racing with questions. Had someone put these ideas in Jamie's head? Had he and the others accidently excluded him from things without realising? How long had Jamie been feeling like this? Chase's blood ran cold as he wondered how many times Jamie might have been bawling his eyes out while they were just in the next room....oblivious. No. NO. Chase was not having it. Chase cupped one of Jamie's cheeks and shifted a little, so he could look at the shivering, upset man properly as he brought out the voice of the loving dad that he was.

'Now you listen here. Being able to laugh is NOT a requirement to be one of us, being able to laugh isn't a requirement for ANYTHING. We love you so damn much and you bring us happiness just by existing....'

Chase trailed off, making sure that Jamie was still close and embraced as he gave the younger man time to process what Chase was saying; Chase knew better than anyone that it took so much longer to process words in your brain when you feel like crap. Jamie though, much to Chase's relief, started to pant less and less, bit by bit....he was just starting to calm down from it all, just a little. Chase smiled warmly, and murmured with a smile.

'....besides, I know I don't need to hear a laugh from you to know when my humour is tickling you in all the right places!'

Chase took the opportunity to lightly pinch Jamie's cheeks with a fond smile, and to Chase's delight, Jamie blushed and bapped at him; he was even hiding a little smile as he signed.

'Your jokes are awful....'

Jamie looked up at Chase softly, and let him see his little smile, just so that Chase knew he was only in jest. Chase, of course, let out quite the indignant gasp at this apparent rudeness!

'Well....that's just because I save my best material for special occasions! I'll give you one of my best jokes to prove it!'

Chase replied matter-of-factly, before clearing his throat with the greatest amount of exaggeration that he could possibly muster.

'The best joke, in the entire world actually, iiiis....'

Jamie had one of his eyebrows raised a little, especially when Chase trailed off and paused for dramatic effect whilst waggling his eyebrows comically. Then, Chase smirked and did snazzy finger-guns as he delivered his punch-line.

'Anti's dress sense!'

Jamie was biting down hard on his bottom lip. Why? Because it was taking every single ounce of willpower Jamie had inside him not to break out into a grin and shake with laughter at how amazing that joke was, as well as at how utterly bold and brave it was! Luckily Jamie managed to cover his mouth and stop any mirth....but he couldn't stop that bright smile of his; he couldn't help it, Chase always made him smile.

'Ohhhh what's this? Was that, I daresay, a smiiiiile?'

Chase gasped as he cooed, giggling in victory at seeing Jamie trying to cover up his evident happier mood. Jamie shook his head in defiance at Chase....but Chase wasn't going to let that smile go. He inched especially close to Jamie, a grin in place as he growled goofily.

'You'd better show me that smile....or I'll make you!'

Chase made his hands into claws and playfully wiggled his fingers....but what he didn't expect was for Jamie's smile to fade and for his face to fall into a frown; Jamie's melancholy had come back, and Chase stuttered frantically, endeavouring to see what was wrong and how he could fix it.

'....d-did I say something wrong?'

Chase lowered his hands as nerves bubbled in him....but he let out a light sigh of relief when Jamie shook his head....but then he felt like he was being punched in the gut as he interpreted what Jamie signed next.

'....the only point of tickling is to make someone laugh. You're wasting it on me.'

....first off, Chase made a mental note to find out who the fuck provided the first spark that caused this mentality to develop inside Jamie. For now though, Chase took a breath. He was here for Jamie, and he was damn well going to show it!

'Well, I'm sorry but you'll have to say something better that THAT if you don't want the tickles! Oh, plus you're wrong.'

Chase's voice was so strong and resolute, that it took the melancholic Jamie off guard and made him blink up at Chase in surprise; he didn't know Chase had that much assertiveness in him! Now, with Jamie focusing on letting the words start to sink in, that meant he didn't move to stop Chase when he lightly straddled the pondering man.

'Tickling is about trust, bonding....'

Jamie blinked and looked up at Chase, his next words bringing him back to reality....and causing to develop a sweet, wobbly smile. Jamie knew that Chase was too much of a lazy, silly man to even contemplate lying to someone about something, so he knew that Chase meant every word he said. Plus, with Jamie having developed a smile once more and looking much less melancholy....only one thought was in Chase's mind. He had to keep Jamie like this for eternity. So, Chase grinned, growled, and readied his fingers.

'....and giving those you love an absolute wrecking when they need it most.'

Chase snickered and struck, and struck well. As soon as those scratching fingers of his found Jamie's tummy, Jamie was done for. All he could do was grin and wiggle from side to side as his chest shook with sweet mirth; plus he had the most precious dimples you have ever seen on a person. Jamie was also gazing up at Chase pleadingly as he signed at a rather fast pace....he was frantic....because Jamie knew that Chase knew ALL of his tickle spots. 

'But I don't need it I don't I don't I don't!'

Chase giggled fondly down at Jamie, enjoying scratching the man's soft belly as those dimples just got deeper and deeper.

'What do you mean you don't need it? You already look so much happier now, especially with those pretty diiiiimples!'

Chase crooned, squishing the flesh of Jamie's belly playfully; this of course made a) Jamie sign even MORE frantically, and b) hurry to cover his face which was slowly becoming the most delightful dark pink colour.

'I don't have dimples, you have no proof!'

Ahh, that sweet, sweet defiant denial.  At seeing Jamie try to hide himself and try to LIE of all things, this made Chase gasp in utter shock that Jamie would express such dishonest evasion! So of course, he promptly scribbled into Jamie's belly and put on a rather authoritative voice.

'Oh you'd better lower those hands right now mister, or things are gonna get muuuuch worse.....'

Jamie's eyes widened at the more intense tickling, and he arched his back and tossed his head as a result of it all; Chase's fingers were digging in SO much, it was evil! However....Jamie did not, even for a second, move his hands from his mouth; even though the tickling was so bad, Jamie managed the tiniest of glares in Chase's direction. Chase smirked....because oh how he'd hoped for that reaction.

'Fine, if that's how you wanna play....'

Chase purred, letting his hands drift away from Jamie's belly for a few moments, allowing the man to cutely huff and catch his breath. No seriously, every little huff of an inhale or an exhale that Jamie exhibited was so cute that it would have made a rocky cliff aww. Of course though, that bliss of recovery couldn't last forever; Jamie soon realised that when he felt Chase's fingers....splaying over the tops of his thighs.

'No not there Chase please, look I did what you wanted, look!'

Jamie revealed his flustered grin as he signed at fast as he could, gazing at Chase imploringly the whole time because dammit his thighs were so damn ticklish! Of course, Jamie reasoned that because now he'd done what Chase had asked, he'd get mercy, right? Yeah uh....Chase's malevolent smirk currently suggested otherwise as his fingertips kept splaying over Jamie's tense thigh muscles.

'Mmmm, yeah you did....but unfortunately, you took waaay too long to obey me....and now you must be punished!'

Chase then promptly set about pinching the soft flesh of Jamie's thighs, which as you can imagine, prompted quite the reaction from the sweet, sensitive man. Jamie literally started assaulting the couch as his mouth opened wide, and his whole torso was quivering with all his cute mirth!

'Awww look at these tickly squishy thiiiighs!'

Chase's teasing did not help. Yes, Jamie was well aware that he had rather squishy and sensitive thighs but he CERTAINLY didn't need to have it pointed out to him by a meanie tickler! Jamie was tugging at his legs as he gazed at Chase with flustered, watery eyes.

'Shut up shut up!'

Chase giggled fondly at Jamie, gosh he was probably one of the cutest people on the planet. Chase loved seeing how wild Jamie got physically; if he was Jackie's side-kick, all the hero would have to do is poke or squeeze him and get him to flail and knock out all the villains that way! Talking of squeezing, Chase was now rather enjoying doing that to Jamie's poor thighs.

'Or what? You'll keep smiling handsomely at me?'

Chase smugly retorted, snickering at Jamie's sweet red face and sweet bright smile-....and sweet snorts? Oh yeah, that's right people. Jamie had started snorting, a sound which didn't require the involvement of vocal chords; of course, this was something else that Chase decided he must gasp dramatically at, I mean, what kind of playful tickler would he be if he didn't?!

'Ohhh, you intend to snort at me! Well, frankly that just makes me want to tickle you even more!'

Chase grinned as he scribbled over Jamie's thighs, delighting in the torrent of snorts he got in return from his sweet little tickle victim; said victim ended up struggling harder and signing faster.

'No you can't make me snort, I sound dumb!'

Jamie pouted up at Chase amidst his reply, he didn't see how sounding like an undignified pig was anything close to a good thing! Chase of course was VERY quick to disagree with this notion.

'Actually, you sound and look very precious and happy!'

.....I personally love it when someone says something just that little bit more meaningful out of nowhere, and it just really catches you off guard but in the loveliest way. It certainly caught Jamie off guard. Jamie developed a wobbly, happy smile, sniffling and gasping as Chase let him catch his breath for a little bit. Chase then just took the opportunity to just....enjoy looking at Jamie, seeing all the colour in his cheeks, his persistent smile, his jittery chest; he was too adorable.

'You really think that?'

Chase blinked when he saw Jamie slowly sign to him with imploring eyes, and Chase didn't hesitate to nod and grin....whilst subtly shuffling his way down to Jamie's shins so he could ''casually'' rest on them.

'Oh I do....it's so cute how your chest quivers, and how your dimples make your cheeks look even more pinchable....and how your eyes widen when you know the tickling is about to start....'

Chase purred softly, and at first Jamie felt so warmed and giddy at the sweet compliments....but then the happy butterflies in his system started to get more and more active as Jamie listened more. He realised...that Chase was not done. As if on cue too, when he felt a single finger swipe up one of his bare feet, Jamie's eyes widened.

'Wait no wait not my feet you know I can't handle it! I might cry!'

Jamie signed frantically, clinging to the weak hope of Chase maybe having mercy....but ah, that wasn't going to happen. Chase of course awed at Jamie at how sweet and flustered he was....before smirking and setting about scratching up and down BOTH of Jamie's pale soles.

'Awwww don't worry, that's what tissues are for!'

Jamie's reaction was gorgeous. His mouth opened as wide as it could go as the sensitive man arched his back, thumping the couch as his mind raced with shock at how ruthless Chase was being! This was Jamie's equivalent of screaming, his feet were hands down his worst tickle spot, so Jamie did the only thing he could do. He begged.

'NO PLEASE NO NO PLEASE CHASE! MEANIE! YOU MEANIE!'

Jamie scrunched his feet as his pleading signs made Chase giggle fondly, but Chase only set about scratching deep into Jamie's wrinkles as he cooed.

'If you think scrunching up these pretty feet will save you then you are soooo wrong....'

The hardened scratching made Jamie let out a spontaneous snort, before his form just shivered and jumped with his silent hiccups of laughter. It was a rather a precious sight to behold, and Jamie's hands were practically a blur at this point too.

'I'M GOING TO GET YOU BACK FOR THIS!'

Poor Jamie, he was so overcome by the tickles that his brain somehow thought a threat was a good idea! Chase raised an amused eyebrow down at the red-faced thrashing man, and mercilessly scratched under Jamie's toes as he chuckled.

'Oh yeah? You and what ler mood, hm?'

Oh yeah, Chase went there. Poor Jamie was so embarrassed amidst his mirth as Chase brought up the implicit truth of the fact that Jamie could have easily sat up and grabbed Chase's hands at any time....but he was too happy. He was too happy at being tickled and cheered up to make it stop.

'PLEASE! NO MORE! CHASE, MY FEET CHASE!'

Under other circumstances, Jamie would have retorted against Chase's words, but with all the tickling he could only focus on trying to sign coherently. Jamie had little tears trickling from the corners of his eyes, and was weeping with silent laughter....as Chase merely snickered.

'Mmm, they are lovely and soft feet you have here....'

Chase's scratching fingertips never left the undersides of Jamie's poor toes, and by now the poor dapper man had tears really streaming down his face. Of course though, Chase wasn't going to torture him forever.

'MERCY! MERCY! MERCY!'

That was the word that Chase needed to see. He grinned and relented, sliding off Jamie's legs and crawling up to him so he could envelop Jamie in a warm hug; he wasn't completely cruel! Chase chuckled affectionately as he ran his fingers through Jamie's hair, smiling when he felt the panting man snuggle close. He produced a tissue from his back pocket and lightly dabbed at Jamie's cheeks and eyes, whilst murmuring in a soft voice.

'....s-sorry if I, heh, got a little intense on you kid....I just wanted you, well, needed, you to know that we love you so damn much. No matter what you can and can't do, that doesn't stop you being one of us. The best one of us to be honest.'

....honestly, those words alone could have sent Jamie weeping for a good ten years. He didn't though. Jamie gazed up at Chase with watery eyes and a wobbly smile....he felt so damn happy and loved and looked after.

'I love you dad.'

....aaand now Chase was also tearing up, damn you Jamie for making the whole thing even MORE heart-warming! Chase grinned and ruffled Jamie's hair, pulling him closer as he gave him the strongest, most loving hug that he could muster.

'Love you too kid.'

Jamie let out a soft, happy sniffle at Chase's reply....and then let out quite a few more silent giggles since Chase had decided to take it upon himself to mess up Jamie's hair every few seconds for the foreseeable future. Well, that's a good, loving dad for you.

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