#jse egos fanfiction

[ashtonisvibing]

"I kissed a boy, and I liked it"

Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos

Alternate Universe: None? (Jackie isn't a hero in this universe)

Ship(s): Marvelsepticeye

Character(s): Jackieboy Man, Marvin the Magnificent

Warning(s): Alcohol, Sexual Actions(?)

Originally Published: Aug. 30th, 2023

Author's Notes:

so, you guys ever heard of that way better cover of "i kissed a girl", by jupither where it's instead gay (mlm)?

yeah so what if that but it's marvelsepticeye? but also minus the "hope my girlfriend don't mind it", only cuz i feel like it tbh. jackie's single here. and it's more loose inspiration (just the "kissing a fellow guy and getting confused by liking it" bit)

jackie thinking he's straight as a ruler until BOOM, hot guy comes walking up to him at a club

turns out he's very much not straight-

uhhhhh please note that i have NOT written people making out in... a while, so this might turn out like complete shit, and i apologize for that. but hey, can't get better if you don't start somewhere, right?? just be lucky i'm not turning this into a smut piece like i'm thinking of doing, the cringe levels with that writing would be off the charts- unless you guys would be fine with that then i dunno, part two maybe??? you'd have to watch a guy try to fumble around trying to describe sex LMAO

also, you might notice me using masculine terms for marvin. while yes, (my fanon interpretation of) marvin uses they/them pronouns, they're also just totally cool with masc terms! they're fine with any terms, i just sort of default to masc terms with them lol. but don't you worry, i'm not misgendering them, they just got that fun gender where they don't care.

okay, that's it, let's see some guys kiss!

jackie: he/him

marvin: they/them

Full Story:

Clubs were always too loud and too bright for Jackie to enjoy them like everyone else. He could barely stand to look at the flashing lights, and the music was so loud he couldn't hear anyone. That was ignoring the multiple conversations he could hear around him. He couldn't make out a single one, there were too many speaking at once. And that didn't help when someone tried to talk directly to him. It was like their voice became blended with the sea of others. The only safe spot to keep him from developing a migraine was the bar, but even then he'd need noise cancelling headphones to keep the voices from overstimulating him. It didn't help that he also got weird looks from the other bar patrons because all he ordered was a glass of water. He just hated the taste of any alcohol, no matter how much added mixings you might put into them.

The only reason he was even here tonight was because a friend of his wanted to celebrate their birthday here. And despite knowing that clubs were a sensory nightmare for him, they still begged Jackie to come along, even claiming that he was "trying to ruin their birthday". He... Really didn't understand why he still hung around his friends. They never really seemed to respect his boundaries, and he'd laid those out several times for them. He didn't have his car with him but he could easily just call a cab and leave, and he doubted any of them would even notice. They were too absorbed in the dance floor. That's how these club outings always went.

He was just about to pull out his wallet to pay for his water when someone sat down next to him. A man, seemingly a few inches shorter than himself, with long lavender purple hair tied into a loose braid. There were patches of burn scars on their face, hands, and neck, and those were the only ones that could be seen thanks to their long sleeved black dress and tights. Honestly they looked like they were somewhat dressed for Halloween with how much of a witch-y vibe Jackie got from their outfit. And god, were they gorgeous. Jackie didn't need to be queer to recognize that. They had such an elegant and mysterious aura to them, and he took one look and just wanted to know more about them. He wanted to know everything about them.

"So, what's a hot guy like you doing all alone here, hm~?" The person practically purred as they looked over at Jackie, a soft and playful smirk on their lips. Now that they were facing him, Jackie could see that the four card suits were drawn onto their forehead in a diamond layout. Or maybe even tattooed? Their eyes were also a vibrant blue and purple, seemingly glowing in the slight darkness that the bar area provided. But the strangest part of all was their voice. It was a heavenly sound to Jackie, almost hypnotic by how it pulled him in. But it also sounded so... Clear. Like every other voice was immediately drowned out the moment they spoke. But that didn't seem possible, maybe Jackie was just so curious about this person that he could push past the conversations for once.

"Just enjoying a glass of water. And considering leaving." Jackie yelled over the music and voices so the other person could hear him, just in case the noise was too much for them as well. But they just simply laughed and quickly ordered themself a drink; a Bramble, no ice.

"No need to yell handsome, I can hear you loud and clear." They chuckled softly, leaning an elbow against the bar top. "But then again, wonder what other ways you could yell~"

That caused Jackie's brain to just stop all trains of thought it had. Oh, okay, this guy was flirting with him. He didn't really know what to think right now, he'd never had anyone besides women flirt with him. And he never expected to actually... He quickly shook his head in the hopes he could clear his head and make his bright red cheeks fade back to their usual paleness. He didn't know why he suddenly got flustered like that, this had never happened before.

"So- Sorry, you've got the wrong guy, I'm straight." Jackie mumbled a little as he took a sip of his water to try and calm himself down. And to try and ignore how weird it felt to say that. A bad kind of weird. "I'm sure there's plenty of other guys that would love someone like you trying to get into their pants.

The mystery person simply hummed as they took a sip of their own drink now that they had it, swirling it absentmindedly in their hand. "Really now? Never seen a straight guy blush that hard over my words. But hey, what's one quick fuck? Or will that hurt your masculinity too much?"

That got Jackie to nearly choke on his water. He coughed a few times to get his throat cleared before looking back at the other. "Look, I don't know who you are, but you're being a little bit of a dick. I'm sorry I'm the first guy who didn't wanna fuck you, I guess." Oh wow, someone who actually bit back. The other person had to take a moment before just... Smiling, extending a hand to Jackie. Their fingernails were painted a crimson sparkly red.

"Marvin, they/them. Pleased to meet someone who actually has a back bone." They chuckled a little. Jackie looked at the hand held out to him like this was a trick. Marvin had just insulted him a second ago. But he still shook it nonetheless, albeit with slight caution.

"Jackie, he/him. Please to meet someone who spits venom, I guess."

That got a laugh this time from Marvin. "Sorry about that. Sometimes I forget to hold my tongue, it gets me into so much trouble you see." They leaned their head on their folded hands, propped up by their elbows. "But you must admit, quite strange of someone so straight to become so easily flustered, especially with no alcohol. I hadn't even reached my peak."

"You just- Caught me off guard, that's all." Jackie quickly looked away from the other lest his returning blush be shown. He hated that Marvin wasn't really wrong. There was something about them that sparked a feeling in his heart, one he'd certainly never felt before, not even from any women he'd been with. And it was scary. There was nothing wrong with being attracted to other genders, obviously. But he never liked change, even now. Change was unpredictable, he couldn't rationalize it. He didn't know if this was temporary or meant to last, this new feeling.

Marvin only gave a little nod in response, finishing their drink and pulling out the money needed to pay for it. "I'm not one to be lied to, darling. I can read people all too well." When they looked at Jackie, they didn't have a flirty smirk or a condescending look. Just a small smile that actually seemed genuine. "But hey, you clearly don't want to be here. Overstimulating, I'm assuming. You've been wanting to leave for a while. Why not leave with someone you can talk to? Nothing more than that, I promise." They chuckled a little and stood from their stool. "I know when I need to keep my hands to myself."

Okay, at the very least they weren't trying to invite him over for any sort of sex. He thought it over for a few moments. It scared him so much, not knowing what this feeling in his chest was. But at the same time... He wanted to know more. He wanted to discover who Marvin was, even if just for the night. Maybe he'd be able to figure out this feeling if he went. And it wasn't like his friends- No, not really friends. It wasn't like the people he came here with would care. He could just block their numbers if any of them tried contacting him. So with a shrug he stood up as well, placing his pay under his glass and putting his jean jacket on. "Alright, lead me to your place, then."

That brought a smile to Marvin's lips. As said they could easily read people like they were open books, and Jackie posed no challenge. They could see that curiosity now showing in him, over both themself and what happened with himself earlier. And that's why they invited him over: To hopefully help him learn something about himself, in whatever way they needed. Marvin didn't say a word, just taking Jackie's hand and quickly leading him outside and into the alleyway next to the club. Jackie just let himself get towed along. Maybe their car was parked behind the building. But when they stopped halfway through the alley he got confused.

"Um, I don't think this is where we can get a car from."

"Oh trust me hun, we don't need a car." Marvin chuckled. "Just for some privacy." They then held a finger up in front of them, and as they drew shapes in the air those same shapes appeared in front of them both, glowing a soft teal. And once they were done drawing they tapped the middle of the shapes, causing them to glow brighter until they revealed a living room. A portal right into a living room. Jackie backed away a little. There was a portal, right in front of them.

"What the fuck...??" Was the most he could muster. Marvin only chuckled before they stepped in and disappeared into the still image, their hand poking out a second later and beckoning Jackie to follow. He knew, logically, he should be running. He should be trying to wake himself up, there was no way he wasn't sleeping right now. But his curiosity was so peaked right now that he really didn't care. He needed to know what the fuck was currently in front of him. So he decided to take the hand poking out from the portal, just in case something might go wrong, and let himself walk through. And he was in the living room that the portal displayed. And no limbs were missing or suddenly a different color, nor were his clothes suddenly gone. He stepped through and was perfectly safe. And now standing pretty much chest to chest with Marvin, who was letting soft giggles that they couldn't help.

"Pretty good for someone who's never seen magic before, I was fully expecting you to have run off on your heels." Marvin giggled, unknowingly intertwining their fingers together. Just something about how their slightly smaller hand fit into Jackie's so nicely... It had a cozy feeling to it that he wanted to keep for as long as he could.

"Holy shit, that was actually magic..." Jackie ran a hand through his hair before letting out a soft laugh. He actually just experienced magic. Magic, that shouldn't be real, yet there it was. Maybe he really was just dreaming right now. He didn't know when he could have run into someone like Marvin in real life, but that didn't matter. For the moment he just let himself believe without turning to logic and reason. Just to let himself have a little bit of wonder for once. "That was magic, you just used magic."

Marvin found it adorable how excited the other was over such a discovery. Some simply didn't believe them, no matter how many tricks they pulled. Others just ran away out of fear. Jackie was the first to react so positively, and with such joy as well. They were thanking their lucky stars that they met this man tonight. "And I can pull off a lot more than just portals, hun." They giggled softly and tugged at Jackie's hand that was still in theirs (the realization of it making Jackie blush), guiding him to the U shaped couch and sitting him down in the middle. "I'm going to go make myself some tea." They said as they walked out of the room, presumably to the kitchen. "You want any?" They called out.

"Oh, uh, no thanks. More of a coffee guy personally." Jackie responded. And now that he was alone in the room he had the chance to look around and observe all of the surface level things. The living room had a very dark magic vibe, having a dark blue, purple, and red color scheme to it. Against the wall in front of him was a television stand with the standard things: TV, internet box, blueray player, as well as several movies stacked in the side cubbies of the stand. A coffee table stood in the middle of the couch with a stack of moon shaped coasters off to the side. Silk drapes and glow-in-the-dark stars hung from the ceiling to give an even more magical vibe. There were two shelves on either side of the TV that were filled with books, photos, and various knick knacks. He wanted to get a closer look at the photos to see who or what was in them, but he didn't want to be too intrusive. He didn't know how much of their private life Marvin wanted to give out to a complete stranger.

After a few minutes Marvin returned with their tea, sitting down next to Jackie and setting their cup down atop one of the coasters. "So, what do you think?"

"Um- About what?"

"About my living room, silly." They laughed softly, which pulled a sheepish blush to Jackie's cheeks. "Obviously you were looking around at it. But you don't seem like the type to snoop in other people's drawers so I trust you."

"Well, it's... Definitely you. I- If that makes sense." Jackie shrugged a little as he took a quick glance over everything. "Like, when I look at you, this is definitely what I can expect from a living room. At the very least." He rubbed the back of his neck once his eyes returned back to the person across from himself. "Sorry, that probably makes no sense."

Marvin just chuckled and picked up his tea, taking a sip now that it was a little cooler. At least not so hot that it would burn their mouth off. "It's actually the best reaction I've gotten. Every other guy I've brought home has told me it's so dreary, that I need some color or whatever. I suppose it's a good thing that they were all one night stands."

"So what, picking up guys from bars is a common occurrence for you?" Jackie laughed softly. He already knew the answer for that if their interaction at the bar was any indication of how the magician acted around other men. "But I've never been one to judge people on their taste in... Whatever. I guess unless it's, like, genuinely harmful or something. But this just looks like a vampire threw up over everything." Marvin had to keep themself from laughing lest they choked on their tea. Thankfully they got it down and just turned into a coughing fit. Jackie immediately bolted up in his seat when he noticed, rubbing the other's back in a poor attempt to help a little. "Shit- Are you okay?? I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to almost kill you."

"No, no-" Another couple of coughs interrupted Marvin's sentence. "Don't worry, you're fine." They chuckled a little before clearing their throat to try and get rid of the tickling feeling now sitting there. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Nearly choked on my tea from laughing."

Jackie let out a small breath of relief. Admittedly he was scared that maybe the magician would have been upset at him for making a joke while they had tea in their mouth. "Well, it would've been a hell of a way to go then." He let out his own little chuckle, earning a small laugh from Marvin.

"Truly would have been one of the stranger possibilities. But to answer your question, yes. But you're the first one to not push me against the wall and shove a tongue down my throat so... You at the very least have class." And now it was Jackie's turn to nearly choke, but this time it was on air and out of complete surprise. He needed to get used to Marvin's bluntness over everything, even intimate details like that.

"I- I mean, there's also the obvious bit of me being straight, so of course I wouldn't do that."

"Denial doesn't look pretty on you, hun." The magician hummed as they took another sip of their tea.

"I-" Jackie was about to protest. But the words got caught in his throat, and he really had to consider if it was worth it to just... Keep ignoring this feeling in his chest over the person next to him. He didn't know how long it would last... Maybe he could get some answers. "Is it really that obvious...?"

"With how much you bring up your lack of gay, yes." Marvin chuckled a little, earning a sigh from the other, who was running his hands through his hair.

"I just-... I've never felt this way about any other gender." He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his foot tapping out of a need to do something. He always got like this when having important talks, and this was very clearly important. "But then you come along and... Not to get too personal, but suddenly I've got this want to pull you in and make out with you. And I don't even think it's cuz you present femininely, but I don't know what else it could be besides... Apparently I'm gayer than I thought!" He did little jazz hands as he exclaimed. "And obviously, there's nothing wrong with that. But when you think you're one way your entire life and suddenly something happens and you're now something else..."

"It can be really scary, yeah." Marvin interjected, looking down at the scars on their hands. "I get that, trust me. Maybe a little more than you." They then shifted themself so that they could be closer to Jackie's face. "But you've got the urge to make out with me? Well, why not go for it then?"

Yeah, Jackie really needed to get used to that bluntness.

"Wh- Because I've literally never met you before tonight??" He backed away a little when he realized just how close Marvin had gotten. His cheeks were now red and he was looking at literally anything but the magician in front of him. And there was that urge again. To grab this person by the face and see what their lips tasted like. And he really couldn't push it down now. "I'm not going to just kiss a stranger without permission."

The magician then gave a shrug and a playful smirk in response. "I give you permission then. Go on. You don't seem like the kind of guy to try and take advantage of me, not in this state anyways. That and I could easily overpower you with a quick spell. But let's see if maybe this feeling is a one off thing. And if it is, no need for a sexuality crisis."

Okay, Marvin was really opening the floor for this. They were fine with Jackie experimenting with them. He was... A little thankful for that, honestly. At least he was experimenting with someone he probably had a genuine interest in. And so, he gave a nod for confirmation, leaning back in to Marvin to rest a hand on their cheek.

"Just, um, let me know if I do anything wrong. First kiss with a guy and all that."

That got a laugh out of Marvin. "I don't think it's any different than kissing a woman. But I've never kissed a woman, so who knows. Just... Do whatever feels right." They couldn't help as they bit their lip a little from anticipation. Jackie wasn't the only one who'd been having strange new feelings towards a complete stranger. The magician had felt a pull towards the other this entire night, something they hadn't ever felt towards someone before. They wanted to do so much more with this man, and for once they weren't even thinking about sex. To even just lay in his arms seemed like it would be a blessing. Jackie only gave another nod, taking a few seconds to prepare himself before finally connecting their lips.

Cherry. Marvin's lips tasted like cherry. He hadn't noticed any lipstick, so maybe this was lip balm. It was a surprising taste, he would've never associated them with cherries. But he loved it all the same. He loved this kiss all the same.

It remained slow at first, with Marvin making sure they let Jackie control the speed the entire time. They didn't want to possibly go too fast and overwhelm the other, no matter how much they wanted to. Jackie's lips on theirs felt like a breath of fresh air. Like they could finally breathe after having waited all night. And when Jackie wrapped an arm around his waist to pull them closer they were quick to respond with an arm around his shoulders, their other hand reaching up to undo his hairbun and tangle their fingers into his hair. And that pulled a hum from Jackie that nearly sent shivers down their spine. Oh if that simple hum caused such a reaction who knows what the other sounds that Jackie had would do to them.

Unfortunately the kiss didn't last for much longer, as Jackie pulled away for air, leaving them both staring at each other as soft pants left their lips. "So... How was that...?" Marvin spoke softly once they caught their breath enough.

"Good... Really good..." The other spoke just as softly. He didn't want to break whatever atmosphere had been created.

It only took a second for Marvin to be pulled back in for another kiss, much to their pleasant surprise. But this one was much harder, needier than the last one. It nearly turned the magician's brain to putty from the rush of emotions they were getting. And Jackie felt all the same, plus so much more right now. He didn't know why he kept himself in denial for so long if this is how amazing the kiss would feel. It didn't even matter if this was only his first with a guy, it was enough for him to know he wanted it all from Marvin.

A soft noise of annoyance and displeasure came out of him when it was Marvin's turn to pull away. But it was only to place a hand on his shoulder and push him back against the couch, now straddling his hips as the kiss resumed. Evidently the magician was a touchy one. Jackie's arms and shoulders weren't left alone from Marvin's hands. Those hands found themselves moving down to the other's torso, and with a hitched breath and slight arch of his back they were given permission to slip their hands up his shirt to keep feeling around. Jackie was a sensitive one when it came to touch, the magician was learning. His back was almost painfully arched into their hands, and they were sure that if they weren't making out right now they'd be hearing loud moans and whimpers from the other.

And Jackie managed to get some revenge for it. All it took was a little nip at their lip and a slip of his tongue for Marvin to become weak in his arms. Not like Jackie wasn't practically the same way, he was glad that his brain hadn't been turned to mush from all that he was feeling. The way their hands trailed over every inch of his chest, all of the soft moans he was managing to pull from them, the knee now pressing itself and rubbing a little against his crotch.

He was quick to pull away at that new feeling, gently pushing Marvin's knee away a little bit. The magician hadn't even realized what they were doing, but they were filled with dread with how fast the other stopped them. Maybe they'd completely ruined this now. "Shit, I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't even realize... I was moving too fast..."

Jackie shook his head at that as his grip tightened around the magician's waist, taking a second to catch his breath. "No, you're good, I... I just got thrown off is all.." He chuckled a little, his eyes now meeting Marv's. And theirs looked quite happy that they hadn't ruined anything. "But if we're going that far I think a bed will be better than the couch, yeah~?" Oh stars, help Marvin. That voice was enough to drive him up the walls.

"Yes, please~"

[graphic-hawk]

Chase Brody

“Do you have any regrets?”

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[attentialkane]

The wompoverse

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Mistletoe

Pairing(s): Jackieboyman x F! Reader

Holiday gift for @mothgodofchaos !!

Summary: While decorating for a party, Jackie finds some mistletoe and gets a bright idea..

TW(s): None

Holiday music blasts through the halls of your home. You find yourself humming along as you hang up decorations. Jackie gazes at you lovingly from across the living room while he unboxes the rest of the decorations. You turn around and smile at him, sending a flirty wink his way. A mischievous grin suddenly takes over Jackie's face, and he quickly turns around, starting to sift through the boxes for something, biting your lip as you try to lean in closer, curious as to what he may be searching for.

But you lean a little too much and quickly find yourself falling off your step ladder.

You shut your eyes, expecting to come in contact with the ground but instead feel a strong pair of arms catch you, and you open your eyes to see Jackie with a worried expression on his face. "Thanks honey," you say, gazing into his soft blue eyes with a loving smile. He smiles and gazes back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Jackie took something from behind his back and held it above you.

Your cheeks quickly grew redder than his hoodie, which made him grin even more. "So, do I get a kiss, aschula~?" He asks, leaning in slightly. A sudden beep from the oven draws your attention away from him. Jackie frowns as you quickly pull away. "Maybe next time."

You giggle and give him a peck on the cheek before walking into the kitchen. When you walk out of the kitchen after setting the tray of cookies on the counter, you see Jackie leaning against the doorframe, mistletoe hanging above him.

"So, do I get that kiss now~?"

[everything--random]

Qustion

I'm writing an Antisepticeye x reader fanfic, but I don't know how to describe his appearance. Half of the community makes him look like he did in Iris the other half makes him the iconic green turtle. It's so confusing!

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[septiccoffeefreak]

Every chapter i write of this goddamn My Immortal Adventures fanfiction gets worse and worse. I thought I knew the plot of My Immortal. it is becoming increasingly clear that I did not know, oh boy, how horribly I did not know, the true depth to which this rabbit hole goes. I'm 14 chapters in. 14 chapters in and 30 more left to go. Is this the payment for my crimes, the reckoning of my folly? By god. I will never be free. I will never be free and Jackieboy Septic Boyman Greenway will laugh with Ebony Darkness Dementia Ravenway before him as I crumble at their feet. mercy on me oh vengeful spirits. you do not know the content you seek. i bear the fruits of my labour with so much sorrow. do not ask for who the bell tolls- it tolls for fucking ME.

[pxppet]

Rings

A short thing about my Jameson and Anti, in which Anti gifts Jameson signs of his ownership.

[CW for blood, possessive relationship, abusive husband, mentions of rot and maggots]

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Gentle whirring fills the room, deafening to him, as the machine’s needle traces bee sting lines into Jameson’s throat. He is sitting still. Patient. Still. As Anti told him to. Or else, or else. But he can’t stop the tears pricking his eyes or the slight heaving of his chest as his master works. He has his eyes closed, but he can feel Anti staring at him, eating him up and making him feel like squirming.

“Still,” Anti’s voice comes, a single word command that freezes Jameson into a statue. “We’re almost done, sweetheart. Look at me, hey.”

JJ opens his eyes, allowing a tear to escape and slide down his cheek. Anti’s thumb moves upward and brushes it away, the overgrown nails of his host body dangerously close to his eye. Jameson does not flinch. “What are you drawing?” JJ dares to question. Thankfully, Anti just smiles at him, his eyes fading from black into more human-like green ones as he regards his husband.

“It’s my mark, Bluejay.” His hand rests very lightly on the half-done circle he’s tracing around Jameson’s neck with the tattoo gun. “My blood is in it. It binds you to me.” Anti smiles, his face subtly shapeshifting with his glamor and becoming softer with healthy round cheeks, shining curly hair and a boyish smile. “Forever.”

JJ smiles at him, or tries to anyway. His lip is trembling slightly from the pain. “Thank you, Anti,” he signs, A-husband, A-knife, as his name goes.

“No need to thank me, pet,” he coos, grabbing his chin and wiggling his head back and forth. “Though I do have something for you, once we’re done.”

Jameson perks up with curiosity, but then the tattoo gun is moving back to his skin, right over his jugular, which makes him hiss air through his teeth with pain. It touches down, lifts, touches down, lifts, in a circular pattern. JJ wonders what it will be. Anti had spent quite a bit more time on the back of his neck, but JJ counts his blessings that the front is seemingly quicker.

Eventually, Anti hums with satisfaction and sets down the gun. He wipes the new markings clean, clearing the excess ink and spots of blood. “Want to see, Jay?” Jameson nods, hesitant. His hand flexes in the handcuff Anti attached to the table, just in case – even though JJ would never run. Anti holds a mirror up to him. Jameson observes a dotted line circling his entire neck that leads to a smaller circle wrapping around his adam’s apple.

“This is on the back,” Anti says, drawing a piece of paper into his view, “My symbol. My name.” His voice is soft, distant, as though his thoughts are elsewhere. The symbol is a rather complex seeming sigil that makes no sense to JJ. Anti grins at Jameson with a mouth of dog’s teeth, touching his collarbone. He touches Anti’s hand, shaking minutely. “What do we say?”

“Thank you,” JJ offers him the simple sign shyly.

“That’s a good boy. Would you like your gift now?”

JJ nods, nervousness overridden by curiosity for now. Anti reaches into the back pocket of his black jeans, fishing around with a curse. Pulling out a small black box, he turns back to him, a certain light filling his face. Jameson tries not to so obviously bask in his husband’s rare good mood. “Jameson, lover and light of mine,” he purrs, “Pet and husband. Mine.” He pulls open the box, revealing a small gold ring, a simple band with only a single small sapphire implanted into the band. Jameson feels his mouth fall open faintly, staring at it with widened eyes.

Anti’s fingers come up and tap his mouth shut, laughing. “What, did you think I’d never propose properly? Just because you were given to me already mine doesn’t mean I can’t treat you to something nice.” Anti feels his appearance shift, Henrik’s sharp face, Marvin’s full beard, Chase’s freckles and doe eyes all filled in with black, and Jameson’s own curled hair, dark and highlighted with silver by the sunlight from the window – he is terrifying and beautiful, and he knows it.

JJ takes him in very obviously, his eyes beginning to water as he leans forward against Anti’s chest, overwhelmed. He’s not treated to gifts very often, and it makes him sheepish and distant with embarrassment. “Thank you, A-husband. Thank you.” He signs shakily against Anti’s chest. Anti taps his chin and chest, pulls the hands away softly. “Love, cherish, love,” he promises to him. JJ cannot sign it back because of his cuffed hand, so he simply nuzzles at Anti’s neck in appreciation.  

Anti picks up Jamie’s free hand, regarding the thick keloid in the center from when he put a knife through it, and all the minute scars around it. His beautiful handiwork. He kisses the scar, and then slips the wedding band onto his ring finger. “To have and to hold, ‘til death do us part. You are mine to treasure until the day I kill you.”

Jameson nods in agreement, examining the band with wide eyes. It’s so beautiful – a blue stone for Anti’s bluejay. He runs his thumbs over it, loving. But there’s a subtle sickness in his guts at those words, "‘til death." Anti has already promised to him that the day Jameson dies, it will be because Anti decided it – he is not allowed to die on his own. And Jameson had promised in return to stay with him until that time comes. His gaze darkens with bitterness for a moment, like maggots crawling in his stomach. He shivers and he thumbs the ring, his cuffed hand clenching on itself as Anti moves around putting things away.

Jameson can practically already feel the rolling of worms beneath his flesh – he will be a dead thing on Anti’s floor one day. As Anti comes to kiss his forehead and lead him to their bed with promises of consummation, Jameson feels like he might already be that dead, rotten thing, being eaten away on his husbands floor.

[kalcifers-blog]

MAG 10185 - Comatose

JSE EGOS X THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

Fanfic/Statement.

Written by Kalcifer

(Loosely inspired by this fanfic by vanyzvat!!!!)

⚠️CW: descriptions of gore, hospitals, psychological horror, mental deterioration, acts of violence and loss of sanity.⚠️

Please move forward safely!!

Statement of Doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestien, regarding a patient that never existed. Statement documented November 16th, 2018, read by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement Begins;

You see a lot of things as a doctor. A lot of very awful things. Things that you wished to never return too. I used to be able to not let things get to me, and I used to do it well.

One time a woman died in my care, aged 21. That was the first time something like that got to me. She was so young so- ready to begin her life. She was healthy too- a complete accident that took her away too short. And I couldn't help her- it drove me mad.

I don't even know how long it took me before I was able to sleep at night, but eventually I did, knowing that focusing on using her memory to motivate me to do better would allow me to save more people than wallowing in my own self pity ever could.

What I'm trying to make you understand is that I am used to seeing people during their worst moments and I am used to being able to come back from it. It's part of my job to be able too you understand.

This is why- this case- it, it worries me.

I want to believe I just lost my mind. I wished, I so utterly wished it was as simple as that. But I wouldn't be here if that was the case would I?

This all started two years ago. October 31st. I was appointed to overlook the care of a patient that had been put in a medically induced coma- after he had apparently, mutilated himself with a 7 inch kitchen knife. I won't go into detail but the wound was bad. And in my own professional opinion, the fact he survived at all was nothing short of a miracle.

I- I try to picture the man I was looking after for months. A year? I- don't know how long it was. But the image of him, it shifts in my mind- it warps like sand and everytime I think I can clearly picture him- he's faded into something completely different.

The one thing I do know for certain is that vibrant green hair he had, it was the first thing I noticed about him before I had to see that, horrid wound on his throat. I expected it to fade during his time with me. But it never did. The day he left it was just as vibrant as it was the day he arrived.

Each time I entered his room- (room 10-185) my head would start spinning. I got what I needed done, I- I attempted to treat him with the same humanity I did with all my patients, especially those who are in such conditions as he is. But every time I entered that room I felt the pressure of an intense migraine push at the front of my skull and I found myself hurrying out of his presence more times than I can count.

It was, routine as always, leaving his room only a few minutes after I entered, rushing towards the nearest bathroom when I noticed it- blood- my own blood, trickling gently down from the corneas of my eyes, staining my otherwise cleaned hospital mask. I hoped it was just my, apparently terrible vision but the blood it- it just looked too red- too vibrant- it reminded me of the man's hair that refuses to fade.

I started seeing things about three months before he left. Shadows that quickly escaped my vision as soon as I tried to look at them. The machines he was hooked up too- switching from a heartbeat monitor to awful, graphic images of visara. The lenses in cameras shifted to look like piercing eyes, flickering to stare at me and to never break their contact.

The wound should've healed by then. It should've. The man should've been dead at that point if he kept bleeding the way he did. But he didn't. He wouldn't die he just lay there. A sickening imitation of death, a mockery- towards me.

That's what it had to be. It was some cruel joke. Towards me, to give me this patient- this thing, to cause me my breakage. Why something would do this is beyond me, and why me? Its something I wished I could give an answer for.

But nothing ever changed. I just got worse. I stopped cutting my hair I think, I only barely followed the hospital guides for cleanliness as much as I could- as much as my tormentor would let me before the water in my shower turned to acid in my mind. Causing me to jump out screaming- it never was of course. It always had been water. The marks that plague my skin say otherwise but it's impossible for it to be anything other than water.

You would think the day the man left the hospital would be a joyous day for me. That I would be happy to see him finally be removed from my life. But no. Of course not. Why would I get any respite from this torment?

I came into the room, disheveled as always. And he wasn't there- I almost didn't notice it- I had gotten so far down my own delusion that I barely noticed that his presence wasn't in the room.

I almost cried with relief, until I saw the flickering of the lights. It- it was just an electrical issue- something that could be fixed- I tried to reason with myself- but the pit in my stomach knew- I just knew it was him.

The hospital stopped making noise that day. Everything stopped, it was like the world had paused. No one was there, I checked. And I checked again. And it was only the third time, after I had checked every room, every inch of the hospital, that I finally returned to room 10-185. And where my patient was waiting for me.

He was facing the wall opposite the door from which I entered. His hair was still that green colour- it- it hurt to look at. I tried not to look, but I couldn't, I felt the blood pour down my face as my eyes grew overwhelmed at the sight of the man and, all the features I can't even place in my mind.

And then- he spoke- his voice was something that could only work after doing what he did to his own throat, the very thing, the action that tied me to him. He said "I think I'm ready to be checked out. Thank you, doctor"

He turned to stare at me. At least his head did. The rest of him stayed statue still. I could hear his bones pop and his flesh tear, as he forced himself to look at me. And gave me a large smile, the blood from his throat, gushing out from between his rotted teeth like a broken faucet.

I'm sure I blacked out, I had to. Because the next moment I remember, I'm in the office of my superior. Being given the information that I had been fired. I'm sure that's what he said. The ringing static in my ears was so loud at that point, I could only piece together what he was telling me.

I didn't care at that point. I just wanted the figure that loomed over his shoulder to stop staring at me with its bloodshot eyes and broken smile.

I have no where else to go now. No one in my life that's cared to stick around will believe me. I have nothing but my story and my diminishing mind. Hopefully, I can finally get some rest at night. It is so hard too when you're being watched.

Statement ends.

After some research into this statement we have confirmed that Dr. Schneeplestien, a German man who had been living in England for upwards of 15 years, did infact work as a surgeon in the Manchester Royal Infirmary.

He was subsequently let go from his job, after neglecting his work for upwards of 15 months. It had only came into light that he was doing so, 3 months before his, very abrupt departure. He had apparently, lashed out at his superiors when he was confronted about this, leading to his almost immediate suspension- as well as arrest for assault towards a police officer, as he was forcibly removed from hospital property.

Henrik had apparently, grabbed a surgical scalpel from his lab coat- and had stabbed one of the officers in the collar. The man survived- but it is interesting to me that Henrik had very clearly, aimed for the same area as the wound of the patient he was looking after, apparently was.

Speaking of the patient- he very much does not exist. The is no record of anyone remotely similar to Schneeplestien's- albeit very vague description of the man, ever being admitted to the Manchester Royal, or existing in the first place.

I was initially tempted to appoint this in the discreated section. As to me it very much reads as the ramblings of a, clearly mentally unwell individual. However one thing that was found when doing this research, is what happened leading up to this statement being made in the first place.

Henrik Von Schneeplestien, was apparently, taken into the custody of the research facility known as I.R.I.S. a facility which, has very similar areas of study to The Magnus Institute. And apparently, take their findings with a lot more agency than the likes of The Magnus Institute. They seemingly, had allowed Henrik to make this statement to gather evidence towards- something.

I did try to reach out to them, as a follow up on this. To figure out what they could possibly need this research for. But apparently, everything about the case of Doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestien, is completely classified information. And legally, this is the only information available to the public about the doctor in any form.

After making this statement, it seems that I.R.I.S had effectively wiped any pre-existing public information of the doctor himself- other than this statement of course. For what reason, I don't know.

That just begs the question- what does I.R.I.S have to hide? I have this nagging feeling that this will not be the last we hear of I.R.I.S- or the likes of the former doctor either..

...End recording.

[bookwormscififan]

Toys Need Healing, Too

Buy me a coffee?

Read on AO3!

A/N: Based on this post thread that @tracobuttons and @flower-zombie-rob made like 2 years ago, I finally wrote the toy hospital AU they were talking about. I also added a little background into Shawn's being in the modern world.

Word count: 1482 words

 “Henrik, what is a toy hospital?” Shawn asked the doctor one day during a routine check-up. Henrik looked up from his results with a frown, tilting his head at the toymaker.

“Why do you ask?”

“Jameson mentioned a place to mend toys, and I was curious,” he replied, picking at some loose threads on his shirt. Henrik sat beside him; hands folded in his lap as he smiled.

“Well, a toy hospital is really a place where people can bring their damaged toys to be fixed. It helps to prolong the life of toys for their owners.” He turned back to his results, standing to log them in the computer.

“You can go now; the check-up is finished.”

“Henrik, can you help me set up a toy hospital?” The following day, Shawn ventured into Henrik’s clinic to ask his help. The doctor looked up from his work, brow raised.

“Why do you want me to help you? Couldn’t Jameson help?”

“You are a doctor.” Shawn’s response was matter of fact, and so genuine that Henrik couldn’t say no. He sighed, and with a smile, set aside his work.

“I can spare some time today to set one up with you. Would one of the spare rooms work?” Shawn’s beam in response was far too bright for the time of day. Henrik laughed at the enthusiastic nod that Shawn gave him, placing a hand on his shoulder and reaching for his lab coat. 

“Go choose a room, and I will come and join you when I have a break,” he stated, smiling as Shawn all but bounced out of the clinic.

After lunch, as Shawn was sweeping the floor of the spare room a few doors down from Henrik’s clinic, the good doctor stepped into the room with some cardboard boxes and folding screens.

“A toy hospital requires a surgery, no?” he asked in response to Shawn’s confused look. The toymaker smiled, putting the broom down.

“Of course, but where are you going to…?” his question trailed off as Henrik moved to a corner by the window and set up the folding screens to divide the room. Beside the screens and beneath the window he placed the boxes, setting surgical papers on top of them.

“A surgery and recovery room,” he explained as he straightened up, smoothing down his doctor’s coat and looking at the toymaker. Shawn’s eyes were soft and happy, grateful that Henrik was so on board with this seemingly nonsense idea that Jameson had put into his head.

“All we need now are some patients and a reception desk,” Henrik stated, smiling at Shawn as he left the room. The toymaker looked around at the empty room, then over at the ward and surgery. Walking over, he looked at the small table behind the folding screens, lined with the tools he used to make toys, realising he’d never actually offered to fix toys before. It was all new to him, much like this world he and Jameson now lived in.

Shawn looked out the window, seeing his best friend running around with Robbie the zombie, a smile on his face as he blew bubbles for the undead man to pop. Life is so different now, Jameson, he thought, turning back to the tools on the table as he lost himself in memory.

---

Shawn had been sitting in the breakroom of the studio, thinking about the crazed nature of his boss and the strange, smiling faces he’d had to paint onto eighty-seven dolls that morning. He was exhausted and his hands were stained with black paint, but still he had to make more toys after this break.

As he thought about heading back to his small office behind the toy shop, the world around him seemed to dim, walls splotching with black ink. Shawn blinked and rubbed his eyes, wondering if maybe the fumes from the paint had finally gotten to him, when suddenly his world went black.

When the lights returned, he found himself in a sort of tunnel, with a light at the end. Walking down it cautiously, Shawn stepped into a bright room. Where was he? He suddenly became aware of voices around him, and when his eyes adjusted to the light, he realised he wasn’t in a room, but out in a park. People were surrounding him, poking at his clothes and staring curiously.

“Step back, everybody!” A loud voice called from behind the crowd, who parted to allow a man in a red hoodie and blue mask to walk up to Shawn.

“What’s your name, friend?” he asked, and Shawn tilted his head at the Irish lilt in his voice. Clearing his throat, Shawn opened his mouth.

“Shawn. Shawn Flynn.” The masked man smiled, patting him on the back with unnatural strength.

“Nice to meet you, Shawn. My name’s Jackie. I think I know someone you may know.

---

The toy hospital had been running for a week now, with Shawn mostly repairing toys that the egos brought in for “surgery”. He happily stitched back eyes, sewed closed a tear, and replaced arms. Schneep had been very helpful in sticking plasters on the toys after Shawn had finished with them, and that made everyone happy.

Once Jackie started bringing over toys from the neighbourhood children, the other egos began to take part in the “recovery” process. Marvin would cast a little spell on Shawn’s thread or on the stuffing on the toy, making it almost indestructible so that the toy could be played with again and again, revelling in the stories Jackie would tell him of the children’s reactions to the repaired toys.

“And here we have Bobby Bobcat. He was brought in by Clara with a terrible injury: his ear had been chewed off by the family dog, and his eye was falling out! Gross stuff! But now, he’s in recovery with a new ear. Shawn even managed to fix his eye and he’s in a stable condition. Clara, it won’t be long before Bobby is back with you!” Chase turned off his recording, tapping on his phone to send the video to Clara’s parents. He glanced up at Shawn, elbow-deep in stuffing as he repaired a large stuffed giraffe plush toy.

“The kids love getting little videos about their toys,” he explained, grinning as Shawn smiled and rolled his eyes. Both men turned as the door opened. Jackie came in with a new toy, something black and ratty, with a white bowtie.

Shawn stopped what he was doing, straightening up with a light in his eyes.

“Is that a Bendy doll?” he asked, barely keeping the excitement out of his voice. Jackie placed the doll on the table near the giraffe, and Shawn immediately began to look it over, noting it was one of the dolls Joey had rejected from commercial sale due to the crooked smile on its face.

“It is! I made these all the time back in the day! Look, this is the one Joey rejected; I drew it with a crooked smile and he told me to incinerate it because it was wrong. I kept it and sent it overseas to be sold here,” Shawn said excitedly, looking across the room at JJ, who was sitting at a table writing a letter, a small penguin doll in front of him.

“Jameson, look! It’s an original Bendy doll!”

---

The toy hospital was a fantastic way for the egos to connect with the neighbourhood, eventually moving onward to the city, where children would send in their toys with a small note describing the problem as well as a small tip for Shawn’s tip jar.

Shawn loved repairing the toys, humming an off-key tune as he sewed or stuffed, and just walking around with a brighter smile than he’d had since he ended up in the present day. Even seeing Jameson again hadn’t made him this happy.

Jameson smiled, leaning against the doorframe as he watched Shawn work on the tiny embroidery of a toy’s jacket by the lamplight on his table. The toymaker was focused on his work, sewing with expert precision as he hummed to himself softly.

Jameson knocked gently on the doorframe, walking inside to sit beside Shawn.

You seem to be enjoying yourself, he signed, and Shawn nodded his head with a smile.

“I haven’t had this much fun in years, Jameson. It is so nice to be able to work on toys again,” he replied, eyes shining with more than lamplight reflection. Jameson returned the smile, reaching forward to put a hand on Shawn’s shoulder.

It took me some time to rediscover my purpose here, but it is amazing to feel that way again. I am happy for you, Shawn.

As the moon shone into the toy hospital, Shawn and Jameson shared a friendly embrace, holding each other close before Jameson left to go to bed.

[lostcybertronian]

Egotober - Day 15

Prompt: Strong

Prompts by @tracobuttons

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He tried. He put all of himself— his speed, his strength, everything— into this fight and he still failed.

What kind of hero am I? He thought to himself as he slid to the damp, grimy ground, the hard ridges of brick wall digging into his back. His breaths came in hard gasps that fogged up the chilly night in front of him. He clutched at his probably broken ribs and tried to muster up something, anything, but only managed a few weak snaps of green electricity around his hands and elbows. A warm wetness coated his cheeks; he couldn’t tell if it was tears or blood.

Explosions shook the near distance, occasionally bathing his filthy back alley refuge in red-orange light. It was the only way he was able to see the girl, crouching by the overflowing dumpster jutting from the wall to his right, the hem of her dress soaking in a puddle. Her pale, oval face floated in the gloom.

He would’ve jumped three feet if his battered body had let him. As it was, his hands began to shake from the adrenaline dump.

“Please get up.” She said in a tiny voice. 

“You need to get out of here.” He said, and she shuffled closer. Another burst of light revealed a flower-print dress and long, blond hair combed too neatly to belong to the back alley; she must have followed him here. “Where are your parents?”

“I don’t know.” She whispered, her eyes bright with fear. “I need you to save them.”

He groaned and tilted his head back, resting it to the hard, cold brick. “I don’t rescue missing parents.”

“Please, Jackieboy Man!” The force of her tone took him aback. “You’re the strongest superhero in the world. If you can’t save my mommy and daddy-” she trailed off, beginning to cry, deep heaving sobs that shook her small form. “You have to get up. You have to save them.”

So Jackieboy Man got up. Even with his healing factor starting to take effect, his body hurt like hell. He watched the little girl’s eyes widen. Saw her stumble back a step, trip, and fall on her butt.

He bent and helped her up. “I’ll do my best,” he said. “But you need to promise me you’ll get somewhere safe.”

She looked up at him with something like awe, then nodded her head rapidly.

“Good. Shoo.” He waited until she disappeared into the shadows, then took off at a dead sprint toward the source of the explosions, becoming nothing more than a red-blue blur, electricity crackling up and down his arms and legs. If the girl’s parents were anywhere, they’d be there. Might as well knock out a villain while he was at it.

[thechaosqueenishere]

Sooooooo, did I just post about one fanfic I wanna write and am now posting a different one? Absolutely! Let me introduced to you:

The wizard and the infant

An (jse) ego fanfic inspired by Epic! The musical, specifically the first two songs, that is very oc-centric. I don't wanna spoil too much, and I'm tired and don't know what else I'm supposed to write. So for now, enjoy the beginning!

Chapter one (part one)- brace for a storm

Marvin was not having a good week.

A few days ago, a new guy had shown up at their doorstep. That would not have been a problem, if not for Anti deciding that guy was his new favourite puppet and showing up almost every day to attack them and get to him. And yesterday he'd finally managed to kidnap Jameson (or as they started calling him, JJ). He'd not slept all night, neither of them had, really, which really didn't help with them trying to come up with a plan now.

Currently Jackie and Henrik were in the middle of a screaming match. Marvin could feel a migraine coming on. "No! We have to get him out of there, now!" Jackie yelled at Henrik, who slammed his hands on the table. "We can't! We need to recover! If we go now, Anti. Will. Kill. Us. Why can't you get that through your thick skull?" He spat back.

"So what? We should just go to bed? Maybe have a nice breakfast in the morning? Some eggs and bacon maybe? All while Anti is doing god knows what to JJ! Well I'm sorry, but that's bullshit!" Jackie turned towards Marvin. "You agree, right? We need to get him. Right. Now."

Marvin knew Jackie would ask him to agree sooner or later. He sighed.

"Jackie look, I really want to get him back too, but Hen is right. We are in no shape to face Anti right now. I'm not even sure I'll be able to use my magic by the time we find him if I don't rest. I really don't like it, but we have no other choice. We can't help JJ like this." Jackie looked at Marvin in disbelief.

They agreed on most things, and Marvin knew this wasn't what Jackie wanted to hear, but it was what he needed. He was stubborn, and if he refused to listen to Henrik, Marvin telling him might at the very least make him think.

"I can't believe you guys." Jackie got up and walked towards the door. Henrik looked like he was about to say something, but Marvin stopped him.

Jackie slammed the door.

"Give him some time. We're all not doing well right now." Marvin told Henrik. "I know, but I wish he wasn't this much of a thick-head sometimes." Henrik ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Marvin chuckled weakly. "I don't think that's a saying in english, Hen."

Henrik smiled at the comment. Marvin rested his head on his arm. The ringing in his head was not getting better. He was about to ask Henrik for something so the migraine wouldn't get too bad, when he noticed movement on the other side of the table. He realised he'd completely forgotten about Chase, who was sitting on the other side of the table. He felt bad. The poor kid looked awful.

Chase, like Jackie, was just 15. It was shit that he had to spend his teenage years trying to get away from a murderous demon. "How are you doing, Chase?" Marvin asked. Chase winced at the mention of his name. The screaming match had clearly made him anxious.

"I'm- uhm, I dunno"he finally said, quietly. Marvin smiled at him. "That's ok."

"Yeah, like Marvin said, were all not doing well right now." Henrik added and put a hand on Chase's arm. Chase smiled weakly. "I'm really tired" he finally said. "Well, we should all go to bed now." Henrik lightly clapped a hand on the table twice and got up, a little habit Marvin had noticed him doing regularly.

Marvin got up too. He looked at the clock. It was 7 in the morning now. He was absolutely exhausted and while walking to his room, he could feel the ringing in his head grow louder with every step. He considered turning around to get painkillers, but he reeaally wanted to get to his room.

That confused him a bit. It felt like something told him that getting to his room was better than getting the painkillers, as if it wasn't his own feeling.

As soon as he closed the door to his room behind him, Marvin felt like someone hit him over the head with a baseball bat. He heard a scream. His own scream. Pictures of his friends and him being attacked by something flooded his mind. A dark shape… Anti.. no, there was another one… who?…

Just as he felt like his legs couldn't carry him anymore, his head cleared. The ringing remained, not as violent as before, and finally he recognised it. He let go of the door handle he hadn't even noticed he was clinging onto and turned around. Standing in front of him was Darkiplier.

[ashtonisvibing]

"When you and your best friend break up and come out at the same time"

Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos

Alternate Universe: None

Ship(s): Superaverage (kinda)

Character(s): Jackieboy Man, Chase Brody

Warning(s): None

Originally Published: Aug. 26th, 2023

Author's Notes:

so, i've always loved the idea of jackie and chase being friends since like- kindergarten (or whatever the uk version of kindergarten version is, if there is any. thankfully school won't be mentioned here so it's fine!). like heck yeah, childhood friends trope, i eat that shit UP.

the title is pretty self explanatory for what happens. that's gonna be a common occurrence with the titles, just real quick lines that i make up on the spot, there's a very likely chance it'll be silly. saves brain power that i don't need to use for serious titles.

chase: he/him

jackie: he/him

Full Story:

"So yeah, that's why Pikachu is a cop-out."

The soft hum of a fan sounded through the bedroom that Chase and Jacklynn were hanging out in, Chase situated upside down on his bed with the other sitting on the floor in front of him. It was a common occurrence for the pair to be found at one of their houses together, they were practically joined at the hip ever since they were five. And so it wasn't exactly a shock when they announced they were dating. It was a unanimous "Took you long enough" from both families.

It was after school at the moment. Jacklynn was finishing up some homework as she listened to her boyfriend ramble on about Super Smash Bros. That's how these after school moments always went with them. Jacklynn would be working on something important, and Chase would be yapping away at something. Or sometimes nothing at all, just talking to fill the silence. Not like Jacklynn ever minded, there was a reason she was fine with doing school work at the other's house.

"Pikachu's only a cop-out if you use him as a cop-out." Jacklynn hummed a bit, glancing up at her work for a moment to look at the boy in front of her. "So long as you don't spam his electric ball move he's fine to fight against. Technically you could say any of the fighters are cop-outs if you only focus on their long range moves."

Chase let out a huff in response. His girlfriend always seemed to have some sort of comment to make about his ramblings. And usually, her comments were right. "You're s'posed to just sit there and do your homework, not prove how smart you are." That earned a little chuckle from the other.

"I can multitask, unlike you. I know you have homework but you're only able to blabber about whatever's in that thick head of yours." Jacklynn let out a laugh when she only got a tongue stuck out of her in response.

It was just silence for a while after that, only the hum of the box fan, before Chase spoke up again. And it wasn't even so much to fill the silence this time. "You wanna know what's weird?" He got a questioning hum in response. "We've been dating for- Like- Months. An' we've never even kissed. Like lips to lips, like all the couples at school do."

It always surprised Jacklynn how blunt her boyfriend could be. He had literally no filter. Sometimes it was funny, sometimes it got him into trouble. And sometimes it left a bit of awkwardness that everyone but him noticed. Like right now.

The girl's face was a bright red as she adjusted her glasses, just to have something to do with her hands. She always needed to do something during awkward moments. "Well, I mean, not like you ever initiated one. I haven't either, but if it's so important..."

"Yeah, guess I've just... Never wanted to?" Chase shrugged a little as he turned himself onto his stomach. He had really started to feel the blood in his head by now. "Not cuz of you or anything, just never got the urge I guess? I dunno, that probably still sounds mean."

There was a pause between them before it was broken. "No, I... Get where you're coming from." Jacklynn mumbled a bit under her breath. She had a feeling of where this conversation was going. And honestly, she would be lying if she didn't admit she wanted to have this talk with Chase. The only problem was always fear of how her boyfriend would react. "I've never gotten that urge, either. Heck, even just the simple cheek kisses felt weird."

Chase perked his head up a bit at that. "Yeah? Um... Same, honestly." He chuckled a bit, moving his hair out of his face. "I kinda just... Gave you them cuz that's what couples normally do, ya know? But like- I've wanted to give kisses to other crushes I've had, so I dunno why you're different."

"... Maybe cuz you don't actually like me like that?" Jacklynn's voice was soft as she looked up at Chase. She noticed his face change, from confusion to "Oh shit" to panic, so she cut him off before he could even open his mouth. "I've... Felt the same way. I've realized that for a week or two, actually. I just... Didn't wanna say anything because I didn't want to upset you."

There was silence after that. A thick, heavy silence that even Chase could feel as the reality sunk in. They both completely misread their feelings for each other. This wasn't a bad thing of course, considering they misread very strong platonic feelings for romantic ones. It was still just... A sudden realization that took them both by surprise.

And then the silence was broken by laughing. Chase's laughing, to be specific. The situation was so absurd to him that he just had to laugh. And after her moment of surprise from her friend's laughter, she started to join in as well. Just taking in how truly funny this was. And it went on like that for a couple more minutes before the pair eventually calmed down.

"Well, good thing we figured that out, huh?" Chase chuckled, shifting so that he was now on the floor as well. Jacklynn just gave a nod in response as she calmed herself. "Yeah, I'm glad, too. Cuz otherwise it would've gotten really awkward down the road. Glad that we're best friends again."

And instead of heavy silence, it was now comfortable. Well, somewhat. For Chase it certainly was. He'd gotten his true feelings off his chest and now just felt better. Their friendship hadn't been destroyed like he thought it would. Everything was fine now. But Jacklynn still had something on her mind, and to her it was way bigger than their relationship.

"So... Speaking of figuring things out..." Jacklynn's hands went to fidget on the buttons of her flannel, even more than she usually fidgeted, and Chase knew that this was something serious. His friend only ever fidgeted that much when it was something serious.

"Hey." He reached over to put his hands on the other's shoulders to hopefully help ground her a little. He learned that it worked most of the time. "Obviously take your time thinking your words through. I know you too well to know you always think things through. But also, whatever it is, I'm sure it's not gonna like- Ruin our friendship or whatever you're thinking might happen, 'kay?"

Jacklynn gave a nod in response, taking a couple breaths to calm herself down. Of course, why would this ruin their friendship? They've already been through a lot in their several years of friendship, why would this ruin anything? So once she was calmed down she collected her thoughts and started speaking. "Alright, so, uh... I think I'm a guy? I don't know how to, uh, explain it honestly. Like... I look in the mirror and... I don't really like seeing a girl in it, if that makes sense? Like when I think about it I wanna see a boy in the mirror, with the short hair and flat chest and everything. That- I dunno- That might sound weird? It- It probably does, I don't blame you for thinking I'm cra-"

Jacklynn got cut off when Chase pulled her into a hug, now having to take a moment. Why was she so surprised that she got a hug? Why was she ever worried about the response to her newfound discovery? When she finally processed the hug she returned it tightly. Despite not knowing why she thought the worst from her friend, she was still thankful she was seemingly getting a positive response.

The pair just sat there for a while, stuck in their silent hug, before Chase spoke up. "It is a little crazy hearing 'bout this, y'know? Not in a bad way a'course, just never heard of this kinda thing. But you're super smart and stuff, you know yourself like... Way better than me. So like- Yeah, if you think you're a guy, then I'm gonna believe you. 'kay? And 'sides, I'm sure some pretty funny jokes could come outta this." He laughed a little, earning a chuckle from Jacklynn as the pair pulled away from their hug.

"Yeah, of course you would make jokes. Just, um, keep them between us, okay?" Jacklynn requested. "I haven't told my parents about all this, and I- I uh, don't want the kids at school to have more stuff to bully me about." Chase gave a supportive nod in response, pretending to zip his lips and throw away the key, which got another chuckle. "And I've been kinda thinking of going by Jackie now. Since Jacklynn doesn't feel right, and Jackie's an easy name for everyone to adjust to. Plus I just like the name."

"Yeah, a'course, dude!" Chase grinned, and something about getting called "dude" brought a happy smile to Jackie's face. "And hey, if we're talking about figuring personal stuff out. Y'know, I don't wanna take the spotlight from you, but it's funny that we broke up and then you told me you're a guy. Cuz I think I like girls and guys. I heard about that being a thing cuz of my dad talking about a friend of his, and like it- It kinda clicked in my head, "holy shit I think that's me"! Cuz I mean have you seen the guys on our rugby team?? Holy shit!" Jackie laughed over Chase's exclamation about the guys on their school's rugby team. "Yeah, I have, and they're alright looking." That earned a look of "seriously?" from his friend, but he kept speaking. "I guess it's a good thing the breakup happened cuz now we've got all of that off our chests."

Chase chuckled a little as he nodded, leaning against his bed frame. "Yeah, yeah, honestly a good thing." He then threw his hands up in the air. A dramatic action common of the teenager. "But I'm tired of deep emotional shit! Are you done with your homework?? Cuz I wanna play Mario Kart."

Jackie just gave a chuckle and a nod in response. Sure, he wasn't finished with his homework. But he needed a break, to just have a little fun after all that big feelings talking.

[graphic-hawk]

More creepy wild eldritch body horror Antisepticeye with eyeballs on him!

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[attentialkane]

More on the JSEBROADCAST AU

Anti is able to manifest itself through not just electronic but also any silver lined glass (eg mirrors). It will display the same manipulative properties as if it was manifesting through a screen, so manipulation and taking over of the image shown and so on. If it decides to pass through the screen it's inhabiting at the moment thought it will immediately take again its colorless form.

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x GN! Reader x Darkiplier) -Part 1

You sat at your desk, fingers tapping against the keyboard. Your mind wasn't focused on your work in the slightest. Your phone buzzed with a notification from instagram, bored out of your mind and curious you picked it up and unlocked it, tapping the notification. What you saw caused you to drop your phone onto the ground, cracking the screen protector. In the livestream was Jackie, or his hero persona 'Jackieboy Man' at some swanky party. Now you understood why he never showed up like he'd promised.

Usually you'd brush it off as part of his 'hero duties' but this time was unacceptable. Just a few days before, you'd been nominated for a prize after submitting some of your art into a competition and Jackie had promised to celebrate with you at your favorite coffee shop, but evidently being a fuckboy was more important to him. You frowned, standing up and grabbing your coat. You decided against locking the door, even if you were mad at Jackie, it didn't mean he should sit out in the cold. You were still friends. Right?

God how you hated the way you felt whenever Jackie called you his friend. You felt so much more for him than he could ever for you, and it hurt.

You sighed, sitting down at a table while you waited for your drink to cool down.

Nowadays it was like he cared more about being famous than he did about anything else, it made you miss when he'd actually make time to hang out, but it wasn't like that anymore though, was it? Sometimes you wished that Jackie never even got his powers in the first place. Now the most time you spend together is repairing or making his gadgets, or fixing his wounds. It irked you to a considerable extent, but what could you do?

A tap on your shoulder startled you out of your thoughts, making you turn around suddenly.

"My apologies for bothering you, but is this seat taken?"

[gracieiseverything]

In celebration of Anti's Birthday, please have this G/t fanfic called: Ĥªppƴ ɓıřṭđªÿ țø mĕ....

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Ĥªppƴ ɓıřṭđªÿ țø mĕ....

Anti's pov

It's once again my birthday and I have no one, well there's the other egos but they don't even know I exist. Let me explain...I am an ego created by Seán, but the thing is I'm only two inches tall. Because I didn't "appear" when he made me, he thinks he failed.

I've been watching them for a few years at this point, I would love nothing more then to be with them...to...not be alone anymore, I was supposed to be evil according to Seán, but I'm not. I've been living as a borrower since, including following the rules: don't be seen, don't get caught, don't take more then you need, don't take anything that will be noticed if it goes missing.

I think all of them are out right now, I should be able to grab some stuff. I grabbed my makeshift tools and got to the entrance of the hole in the wall in the kitchen, I made sure that it was clear for me to go and it was. I hesitantly stepped out on the countertop and scanned the kitchen, my eyes lit up as I saw chocolate chip brownies, I started running towards them.

I figured I could take a little and have it as a birthday treat, blinded by my love for sweets, I didn't hear or see Jackie come into the kitchen. As I was running, I suddenly ran into something and fell back, it was glass, I paled as I looked up and saw his red gloved hand holding the glass down.

He bent down to be eye level, I'm hyperventilating because I don't know what Seán has said, or if he even told them what he wanted me to look like. I backed up against the glass wall, terrified of getting hurt or dying.

Jackies pov

I was walking around the house, bored as fuck when I wandered into the kitchen. I thought I was dreaming but when I rubbed my eyes it was still there, I walked closer to the counter and grabbed a glass and placed it over whatever was running. I bent down to look at the thing when my eyes widened, not only was it a tiny human, but he looked like the rest of us.

I took in his features and noticed he had dark green hair and a thin red line across his neck. I think Seán described one of his failed egos like this guy, I believe Seán said he wanted his name to be Anti and that he was supposedly evil. But how does he exist? I tipped the glass so he fell to the bottom and I brought him to my room.

I noticed he was crying and had curled up, I looked at him confused. I placed the cup on my dresser, I thought about calling Seán and asking him to come over. I mean he would know more about this than I would, I called him and he picked up after a few rings.

S: "Hello?"

J: "Hi, it's Jackie"

S: "Hey whats up?"

J: "How fast can you get here?"

S: "Is something wrong?"

J: "Not exactly...you know how you told us you tried to create another ego but it didn't work?

S: "Yeah....what about it?

J: "I think it worked, I think I found him."

S: "Really?! I'll be right over."

I hung up the phone and walked back into my room, as soon as I looked over to where I had set him, he glitched a little and was now outside of the cup. I gasped and he noticed me, he went to teleport away. "W wait! I won't hurt you I promise." He stopped and just looked at me for a few seconds before sitting down. I got closer and he started hyperventilating, "Hey, how did you do that? Getting out of the glass?"

I was genuinely curious because I had never seen anything like that before. "It was how I was created..." So he is one of us. "Want to move to the living room? Also is it ok if I pick you up?" He hesitantly nodded his head. I smiled and gently picked him up and held him to my chest as I walked from my bedroom to the living room.

I set him on the coffee table and as soon as I put him down, there was a knock at the front door. He looked a little pale but I reassured him that nothing bad was going to happen, I walked over to the door and opened to reveal Seán. I ushered him in and brought him to the living room.

Seán's pov

I was playing a game in my room when I got the call from Jackie, I was skeptical at first because when I tried to create Anti he didn't appear. Why show up now? How did he even show up? I instantly got an Uber to go to the ego house, when I got there I thanked the driver and walked up to the door and knocked.

Sure enough Jackie answered and waved me inside, he took me to the living room but no one was there.... I knew it was too good to be true. Jackie seemed to read me like a book because he pointed to the coffee table and then I saw something small sitting there, upon taking a closer look I realized he looked like me and Jackie. My eyes widened and I sat on the couch he looks exactly like how I imagined him... "How?" I breathed out.

Anti's pov

Jackie soon came in with Seán, he looked around and then looked sad a little bit, Jackie then pointed to me and Seán followed with his eyes. When his gaze landed on me, he bent down to take a closer look and then his eyes widened as he sat on the couch.

He asked how, and I was hesitant to speak...I know I'm supposed to be evil and that he wanted me like that, but that's probably the only thing that didn't happen when he brought me to life. I wasn't sure how he would feel about me, or if he thinks I'm the bad guy and wants everyone dead. I took a deep breathe and started talking....

"I've been here the whole time....when you created me a couple of years ago on this day, you believed that I didn't show up. I did, but I wasn't human size, when I "Woke up" I was this size....I got scared and ran into the walls and have been living there ever since then." They both looked at me surprised. "Wait, you've been living here? Why didn't you come out sooner?" Jackie asked me.

"After Seán believed he failed I heard him talking to you guys about what he wanted and had in mind for me....one of those things being that I would want everyone dead and that I was supposed to be evil. I'm not though, that's the only thing besides my height that didn't transfer over. I was afraid that if I showed myself, that you guys would recognize me from what Seán told you and you guys would try to....kill me."

I hugged myself still afraid of getting hurt, I didn't want to look into their eyes, they were both silent and that scared me. I slowly looked up at them and they were staring at each other, I looked back down at the coffee table, just waiting for them to kill me. "Anti..." I looked up and Seán had grabbed me, I whimpered a little but he hugged me to his chest instead of crushing me then and there.

"You're safe here." Seán said. "Anti, you're one of us, we would never kill you or hurt you intentionally." Jackie chimed in, Seán nodded his head in agreement and I started tearing up. I won't have to be alone anymore but then Seán realized something and pulled me away from his chest.

"Wait....you said that on this day a couple years ago....that means... today's your birthday isn't it." I nodded my head and they both smiled at me, Seán handed me to jackie...."I'm going to call the others and tell them." Jackie nodded his head and Seán left to the kitchen, I looked up at Jackie wearily because, well I mean, I'm supposed to be the villain and he's the hero.

Even though I'm not evil and don't want to hurt anybody, that doesn't mean he won't try to get rid of me, he hugged me to his chest. "Welcome to the family Anti, you're stuck with us now whether you like it or not." I walked over to his fingers and hugged one of them the best I could. Seán came back and asked what I wanted for my birthday...."This is the best present I could ask for."

"Wait, is that why you were on the counter in the kitchen?" I nodded my head slightly. "I was planning on taking some of the brownies sitting out and taking it back to where I lived, I didn't plan on getting caught." Pretty soon the others came and met me, they were all really kind and caring towards me. I did get some brownie as a birthday treat, not only that....but now I have a family and I don't have to worry about hiding from them.

Everyone was telling me how they can't see me being evil or even wanting to hurt anyone. This is the best birthday ever, even though it started out scary....everything is ok now, better then ok actually. They all accepted me into their family and I couldn't be happier, I'm glad I decided to try and steal brownies today, because this was the result.

Happy birthday Anti