#awwww poor baby actually looks a bit indignant

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The Consequences of Energy ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

Here we have a snazzy anonymous prompt that features two of our favourite septic lads engaged in a battle of the ages! LET’S DO THIS!

Jackie rolled his eyes. He knew this was going to end in tears, but when Chase Brody was happy and excited, nothing in the world could stop or dissuade him by even an inch. Every single day for about three weeks, Chase had been incessantly challenging Jackie to wrestling matches, and every single day….Chase lost those wrestling matches. This is because Jackie was a legitimate superhero with enhanced strength and an intense, consistent training regime….and Chase….well….wasn’t. Chase ended up drained of all his energy every single time, and yet this still didn’t dissuade him from his challenges! So, as Jackie looked at Chase’s half-excited, half-arrogant expression….he decided that during this match, he would have to do something to show Chase that he was well and truly beat.

Chase was excitedly squaring up to Jackie in the training room, wearing a vest and a pair of sweatpants whilst Jackie donned his hero suit, except without the mask. Jackie raised an eyebrow at Chase as he watched the man stretch, and asked with a slightly amused smile.

‘Are you sure you wanna do this again? We must be into the double figures by now with our sparring sessions.’

Chase rolled his eyes, because arguably Jackie was going into the double figures with how many times he’d asked that question. Of course Chase was sure! With every session of wrestling and careful fighting he was getting stronger and stronger, he could just feel it! He grinned cheekily at Jackie as he replied.

‘You’re just scared because you know I’m getting stronger by the day! Don’t worry, I’m not gonna take your job just yet or anything.’

Jackie pursed his lips at Chase’s cheekiness, and planted his feet on the mat as he smiled at him coolly. He couldn’t wait to just put him in his place.

‘I’m not scared of that happening Chase, I just don’t wanna see you cry when I kick your ass into next week.’

‘Oho yeah? Come here and get it then!’

Thus, they began. Admittedly it was a slow beginning, because the two of them circled one another on the mat for a good few minutes, and even when they started, the two of them only gave out a few faux grapples to the other. On Chase’s side this was because he was cautious, and secretly a tad nervous, but on Jackie’s side it was very much strategic. Jackie was trying to lull Chase into thinking he wasn’t fully invested in the fight and that he didn’t plan on giving it his all, so that eventually his defences would falter….and Jackie would strike him down. Of course, with Jackie being a well-seasoned superhero with much experience fighting a plethora of individuals, it didn’t take long for his stratagem to prevail….and Chase’s arms began to lower as he threw out a slightly impatient taunt.

‘Man, you really are a softie at heart aren’t you? Ihi mean you aren’t even going for me, it’s like you’re asking to be taken down!’

Jackie snickered at that, and straightened up, his posture ramrod as he fixed Chase with a cool stare. Chase had to admit that he got a little chill down his spine, getting a feeling that Jackie was preparing for something….and soon enough, that feeing was confirmed when Jackie replied to him with a sneer.

‘That’s funny, I was just going to say the same about you.’

Then, with the speed of someone almost inhuman, Jackie launched himself at Chase. The poor dad had never really stood a chance. In seconds Jackie just had him on the floor, pinning him on his back on the mat, planting his knees either side of his hips as he held Chase’s wrists down above his head. Jackie chuckled in fond amusement, because as ever it was just so adorably easy. Chase grunted and struggled amidst all of this of course, but to no avail. Once again, he was beaten before anything had truly begun. Still though, as he looked up at Jackie, his determination outweighed his embarrassment.

‘Another round! This was barely fair, you didn’t even give me a chance to defend!’

‘Chase I circled you for ten minutes and gave you ample opportunities to attack me whilst giving you faux attacks to practise defending yourself against! You have to admit that this isn’t for you Chase, there’s no shame in being a lover more than a fighter.’

Chase grunted and carried on struggling, yes okay maybe he valued caring for other people, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t toughen up as well! He wasn’t going to give up on what he wanted, even if he had to annoy Jackie to the ends of the Earth to have this continue! He grinned up at Jackie stubbornly, and stuck his tongue out before replying defiantly.

‘Well I’m not gonna stop tryna train with you, you can’t stop me, you know how determined I can be!’

Jackie rolled his eyes fondly, because yes, admittedly one of Chase’s most prominent qualities was how determined his spirit was. However, this determination had riled Jackie to no end for weeks….and he’d had enough. So he was going to have to break Chase in the most loving way possible. He leant down so he was nose to nose with his stubborn best friend, and replied in a low tone with gleaming eyes.

‘Sure, you’re determined….but let’s see how long that determination lasts when someone actually works to break you.’

Chase scoffed. If Jackie thought he wouldn’t be able to handle being pinned down and playfully manhandled then he was SO wrong! He maintained his determined smile when Jackie used one hand to pin his wrists down above his head. But then, Jackie started wiggling the fingers of his free hand in the air above one of Chase’s bared armpits, and Chase’s eyes widened. No…..Jackie wouldn’t do that….would he?

‘….n-no….’

Jackie chuckled as he watched the apples of Chase’s cheeks go pink, and he replied with a sneer.

‘Oh yes.’

Jackie let his fingers descend and scratch ruthlessly in Chase’s underarm, making him squeal and burst out into frantic cackles. He started tugging at his wrists, but with Jackie being a superhero it basically meant that there was no way Chase was going to be able to get free.

‘NOHOHO NOHO JAHAHACKIE!’

‘Awww what’s wrong? Is someone feeling a little less determined?’

Jackie teased with a grin, scratching deep and fast as he relished in seeing Chase laugh. Jackie loved tickling Chase in general, he was so adorable when all he could do was laugh and laugh, but it was especially satisfying to tickle him with a vengeance. Needless to say, Chase was starting to regret having been so cocky.

‘STAHAHAPPIHIT YOHOHOU AHAHASS!’

Chase struggled harder, which only made Jackie laugh fondly as he scratched his other exposed armpit now, raising an eyebrow down at Chase as he replied.

‘I’d be a bit nicer if I were you, you know I know just what to do to make you scream.’

Chase let out a flustered whine, squeezing his eyes shut as he shook his head, trying to block out Jackie’s voice. Because it was true. Jackie knew Chase better than almost anyone, and Chase shuddered to think of how badly Jackie could torture him if he wanted to. He cried out cutely and imploringly.

‘NOHOHO NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE DOHON’T!’

Jackie chuckled, and hummed musingly as he let his tickling hand lazily trail down Jackie’s torso. Chase gulped and shivered, whining nervously as he tittered at the teasiness whilst Jackie muttered.

‘Ohhhh it would be sooo easy for me to wreck you…..and given how much you’ve been riling me and bugging me recently, you definitely deserve it….’

Jackie’s fingertips landed at Chase’s waist where they swept back and forth, teasing and tracing the sensitive skin to make Chase squeak and twitch oh so cutely. Chase was red-faced and giggling warmly, restless beyond belief as his cheeks started to ache from how widely and giddily he was smiling.

‘N-Nohoho p-plehehease! Ihihit tihickles s-so muhuch Ihihi cahan’t!’

‘Awwww, poor ticklish baby….’

Jackie crooned, making Chase let out a high pitched, indignant squeak as he retorted adorably.

‘I-Ihihi’m nahat a b-bahaby!’

Jackie laughed brightly, and kept on cooing down at Chase as he softly tickled along his waistline.

‘Who’s a tickly wittle baby booooo, hmm? Who’s got the itty bitty goo-goo giiiiggles?’

Literally Chase wanted nothing more than to curl up and hide for eternity. His blush was creeping down his neck as the butterflies in his tummy rampaged at the baby-talk, this was so unfair, baby-talk was the most evil teasy thing ever!

‘D-D-Dohohohooon’t oho my gohod Ihi’m gohonna dihihiiie!’

Jackie snorted and shook his head fondly down at Chase.

‘Hey Marvin and Anti are the drama queens in our household, we don’t need a third!’

Chase giggled at that, and then couldn’t help but reply with a cheeky grin, his tongue poking out through his teeth.

‘Ihif thehey’re drahama queens thehen you’re the drahama empress!’

Jackie gaped, and pointed at Chase as he narrowed his eyes threateningly.

‘Oh you’d better take that back right now!’

Chase giggled, grinning even more as he replied in a faux innocent way, because by this point he had just accepted his tickly fate.

‘Or what….your majesty?’

Jackie growled under his breath, and to think he was about to be nice! This punk was SO getting it now! Jackie’s eyes flicked down to Chase’s torso, and erode in on one particular little…button.

‘Oh you’re about to find out.’

Jackie wasted no more time. He leant down and attacked Chase’s navel with a torrent of the strongest, most rippling, noisy raspberries that you have ever had the damn privilege to witness. And oh how Chase screamed.

‘AAAAHHHH NAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAAA!!!’

Chase’s eyes bugged out of his sockets as shockwaves of ticklishness shot through his navel and went through his whole body, making him shriek and scream with sweet laughter as he bucked madly. Now he realised what Jackie had meant at the start about breaking him. Jackie smirked into Chase’s taut stomach, eagerly blowing another raspberry before he growled.

‘You ready to take that back yet, huh? Or does the wittle tickle baby need some more of his five a day?’

Chase shook his head frantically as he let out another shriek, laughing brightly as he replied very frantically.

‘AAAHHHAHAH IHIHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAAAACK! JAHAHACKIEEE!!!’

‘And are you sorry for having been a tenacious little brat recently?’

Chase nodded frantically, getting tears in his eyes as Jackie playfully nibbled the rim of his bellybutton, making him snort through his laughter. Jackie only wished he had a camera so he could capture how utterly adorable Chase looked, all laughed to happy tears.

‘YEHEHEEESYESYESYESYEHES!!!’

Jackie laughed warmly, and after giving Chase’s navel a light nuzzle with his nose he finally relented, leaning up and releasing Chase’s hands. Chase curled up into a ball the second that Jackie shifted off him, and the hero fondly stroked his fingers through the childish father’s hair.

‘You good buddy?’

Chase initially just whined into his forearms, which made Jackie snicker, before he scooped the hero up into his lap so he could cuddle him.

‘You are one determined little rascal aren’t you?’

‘Thahank you….’

Chase giggled into Jackie’s chest, humming as the hero kept stroking his hair. Jackie gently sighed, and looked at Chase fondly as he spoke in a soft, tender voice.

‘Y’know, sometimes knowing how to physically fight someone doesn’t actually matter. Sometimes, just have a determined attitude like that is more than enough….you feel me?’

Chase looked up at Jackie, and deep down….yeah, he definitely understood that now. Of course, on the outside he was still a complete goofball, so he rubbed his palms against Jackie’s cheeks as he replied with a giggle.

‘Yeah man I feeeeel yohou-‘

‘Alright that’s it, I’m using you as my bench pressing weight for the rest of the day!’

Chase squealed and laughed as Jackie slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, before indeed bench pressing using Chase as his weight for pretty much the rest of the day. It shouldn’t have taken the whole day really, but for some reason Chase was awfully giggly every time Jackie grasped him and lifted him into the air above him. That’s the thing about happiness, it persists in you for oh so long.

WOOOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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Good Different ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Gonna write a cutesy thing between ma boi Bim and MY LIL BABY BEAN OLIVER 😇 (aka yellow google) and it’s gonna have a bit of angsty stuff (WARNING FOR A LIL SELF HATE) but it’ll end up in fluffy platonic sfw tickles: LET’S BEGIN!

There were a lot of ways to describe Oliver, an infinate number of adjectives in a multitude of tongues…but the only one he could ever think about was the word different. The type of different that was thought with disdain. Oliver would look at himself, and at his human name and his human feelings and wonder…why? Why do I have to be like this? When his brothers had seemingly more useful functions, virus prevention, knowledge accumulation as well as general efficiency and usefulness.

What was his use? Sure, he could feel and act human, but how did that help others? He sighed…how useful was sighing in exasperation? Oliver did so anyway as he stood in the ego’s main kitchen area, his three brothers and Bim Trimmer were going about their business. His brothers as flawless and efficient as per, he grimaced and decided to walk away. He did it often, so he didn’t think anyone would notice. He just…couldn’t look at them sometimes.

He reached the main living area, which was thankfully deserted, and walked over to the couch. His lips were trembling gently, he tried to hold it back…but alas, tears fell down his cheeks. He didn’t know how they happened, they just did. Oliver’s shoulders shook as he hunched where he stood, light whimpering sobs leaving his lips as his “mind” overflowed with self deprecation.

‘Oli?’

The droid gasped at the sound of a soft voice from the entryway, Bim’s voice; it held undertones of concern as the owner started pacing gradually closer. Oliver cursed himself for not even watching his urroundings. He hurriedly tried to wipe his face, but he wasn’t fast enough as Bim stepped out in front of him; his face fell at the sight of Oliver’s despair.

‘Hey hey, what’s wrong?’

Bim’s voice was shaken with intense worry, Bim saw Oliver as a really good friend and to see him like this…it really tore at him. Oliver shook his head, wiping his face with an almost desperate vigour.

'I-it’s nothing y-you need be conc-cerned about…’

Oliver grimaced at the cracks plaguing his voice as he spoke, Bim reached forward to hold his forearms away from his face; Oliver was too stricken with his emotions to even try and prevent his actions. Bim swallowed hard at his dishevelled appearance, almost tearing up himself; he inhaled carefully before placing a hand on the droid’s curved back. He walked him over and sat him down slowly on the couch where Oliver sniffled gently. Bim rubbed his back soothingly, which Oliver felt actually start calming him down a bit.

'I can’t not be concerned when I see you like this…’

Bim trailed off forlornly, Oliver blinked behind his spectacles whilst Bim stared intently from behind his.

’…you’re my friend Oli-’

'Why?’

Bim was heavily taken aback at his outburst, Oliver looked at him imploringly as he spoke.

'I have no real talent or use…why would you want to be my friend?’

Bim’s heart broke at his words, mainly because he could see that Oliver actually believed what he said about himself; he really thought he was useless. Bim gritted his teeth and Oliver blinked heavily at Bim’s sudden change in demeanour.

'I’ll tell you why.’

Bim’s serious tone struck Oliver silent.

'I’m friends with you because you’re awesome. You are kind, funny, understanding about people’s problems AND you have access to endless plant facts!’

Oliver bit his lip to hide a small smile at Bim’s final point, which the latter noticed as he dropped his serious façade. He grinned triumphantly knowing that his words were having an effect.

'So there. And you know I’m being honest because I am a really crappy liar!’

Oliver giggled lightly, his moroseness slowly diminishing and being long forgotton as Bim held his head high in a matter-of-fact fashion. Oliver nibbled on his bottom lip more as he replied.

'That’s true, you are a bad liar…’

Oliver grinned bashfully at Bim’s indignant look, though internally Bim was ecstatic at his raised mood. He folded his arms with an overexaggerated pout.

'Hey! Just because I said it doesn’t mean you can!’

Oliver clamped a hand over his mouth as he emitted an unstoppable stream of giggles, which Bim narrowed his eyes at.

'Ohh so you’re gonna laugh at me as well as insult me? I see how it is…’

Oliver grinned widely, his next words rolled off his tongue before he could stop them.

'Well you are easy to laugh at-’

Oliver’s eyes widened as he realised what he’d said, he felt a shiver pass through his system when Bim fixed him with an…amused expression? Oliver was unsure of what it would be called, but it both unnerved and excited him greatly.

'Right. That is it!’

Oliver yelped when Bim suddenly lunged, pouncing on top of him with a mischievous grin as they toppled over on the couch. He was about to ask a question, when fingers suddenly wiggling into his sides meant he could only speak through bubbly giggles and squeaks.

'Bihihihim nohohohoho!’

Bim’s joy peaked as he grinned widely, Oliver squirmed heavily as he scribbled deftly over his sides and tummy.

'Bim yeeees!’

Oliver snorted and cackled heavily as Bim wiggled a finger in his belly button, bolts and tickly shivers shot through Oliver’s synthetic synapses as he weakly batted at his tormentor’s hands.

'Thihihihis ihihihisn’t nihihihihice!’

Bim snickered as he moved to squeeze and probe at Oli’s hips making the owner buck and squeal in the most adorable fashion.

'Well you shouldn’t have laughed at me then should you? Now face your punishment!’

Bim growled teasingly as a lemon flush rose on Oliver’s cheeks. Due to how his system worked, with his sensors entirely focused on the tickly sensations, that resulted in power draining from his motor systems. Basically, he couldn’t fight back AT ALL, which was great for Bim. Oliver wailed out as Bim fluttered over his waistline and squeezed his tummy ruthlessly.

'DOHOHOHOHON’T DOHOHOHOHO THIHIHIHIS!’

Bim cocked his head with a mischievous grin, hoping and praying that Oliver would fall into his trap.

'I’m sorry, what don’t you want me to do?’

Bim lessened his touches as Oliver gasped and giggled breathlessly, still conscious of Bim’s hands resting on him as he spoke.

'Tihihickle mehehe…’

Bim’s eyes widened with incredulous glee as the words left Oliver’s mouth, the droid’s did the same as he stammered nervously.

'W-wait I d-didn’t-!’

'Odd request but…okay!’

Oliver screeched and laughed as Bim scratched and kneaded his thighs, the poor guy couldn’t escape even if he tried. He could only laugh and try to bear it.

'IHIHIHI DIHIHIHIDN’T MEHEHEHEAN THAHAHAHAT!’

Bim snickered as he moved down to scratch behind his knees, relishing in the fact that wherever he went he was guaranteed a reaction.

'Didn’t you? That’s not what I heard…’

Bim was almost in a euphoric state of glee as Oliver’s flush darkened with his embarrassment, his eyes were flicking and jumping as he desperately tried to avoid Bim’s teasing gaze.

'YOHOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN!’

Bim raised his eyebrows as he continued torturing the droid’s shaking legs.

'Carrying on with the insults? Really?’

Oliver yelped and squeaked as Bim spontaneously fluttered at his neck.

'Nonononohohoho nahahat thehehere!’

Bim smirked and cooed at his hysterical friend who was grinning and giggling heavily, his chest was shaking with the force of his mirth.

'Awwww, you’re just ticklish everywhere aren’t you?

'Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup!’

Bim giggled and fluttered his fingers under his chin with a grin, enamoured at the light screech and flustered cackles he drew out.

'Coochie coo Oli, look who’s ticklish under their little chin!' 

'NAHAHAHAHA DOHOHOHON’T TEHEHEHEASE!!!’

Oliver howled as he scrunch to try and trap Bim’s fingers, but they were faster than lightening as they tickled lightly and teasingly. Oliver felt his face overheating at Bim’s horribly effective teases so he did the only thing his processor could come up with. He shook his head and tried to bite Bim’s tickling hand, and he actually succeeded.

'Hey!’

Bim exclaimed as he withdrew, a little bite mark present on his forefinger from Oliver’s surprise attack. Oliver nibbled his lip nervously as Bim exclaimed with pout.

'You bit me! Why would you do that?!’

Bim’s high pitched indignation only made Oliver descend back into giggles, Bim fought back a smile as he tried to maintain his annoyance.

'Yohohou staharted it!’

Bim narrowed his eyes gently as Oliver grinned and brought his forearms towards him, after having regained a smattering of control.

'That doesn’t condone biting!’

Oliver snickered as a burst of defiance made him stick out his tongue before stating.

'Wehell you deheserved it!’

A sharp silence filled the room as the words circled and sunk in, Bim was intensely stoic before a feral smile stretched across his lips.

'Is that so?’

Oliver shivered at the coolness in Bim’s voice, his own voice being held back by the force of Bim’s intimidating demeanour. Said man sighed gently, rubbing his fingers as he spoke.

'I’ve tried to be nice, but you just couldn’t help yourself could you?’

Oliver looked on confusedly as Bim inched away from him, moving away from his torso and legs as he shuffled furthur down the couch.

'You just had to go and say something cheeky…’

Bim turned his head away as he giggled to himself silently, seeing Oliver be both defiant and nervous simulataneously was just way too much fun. He got to the other end of the couch, where Oliver’s feet sat unwittingly. He rested his forearm over his friend’s ankles, relishing in their sudden tension as he turned back.

'Are you ready to face the consequences?’

Oliver started shaking his head rapidly as a wave of realisation swept through him, churning up thousands of butterflies in his tummy. His voice burst forth as he partially hid his face behind his hands.

'Plehease don’t tihickle mehe there I-I cahan’t take it thehere Bim plehease!!!’

Bim smirked maniacally as he turned to Oliver’s feet excitedly.

'The thing is…that’s precisely what I was hoping for!’

Bim hurriedly went to work on Oliver’s soles, scratching and dragging his fingers up and down the lengths of them as Oliver screamed and laughed rauciously.

'NAHAHAHAHA BIHIHIHIHIHIM!!!’

The poor droid had no focus left to administer any movement to his legs which just lay limp, despite Oliver’s own intentions.

'Awww look at these ticklish tootsies!’

Oliver was snorting every few seconds which already had him blushing furiously, but Bim’s babyish taunting just made it all worse.

'SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP YOHOHOU DOHOUCHEBAHAHAG!’

Bim cackled loudly at Oliver’s swearing attempt, his programming meant that he couldn’t say certain explicit phrases which only made him more adorable. Bim was elated that he’d managed to dispose of Oliver’s sadness for the time being…but he wasn’t done just yet.

'And now! For my grand finale…’

Bim used his fingers to hold Oliver’s toes back as he traced underneath, being every so torturously gentle.

'NAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHA!!!’

Oliver’s installed lungs were working at full capacity as he was utterly undone by Bim’s touch, said man was aghast at his reaction but still grinned deftly.

’-this little piggy had none, and this little piggy went-’

'AHAHAHAHAHA BIHIHIHIHIHIHI-!’

Oliver’s laughter went silent as the sensations became so unbearable that his voice could no longer keep up with his mirth, his entire body was rigid apart from his head and face. The first tossed roughly as the second scrunched and dimpled, his mouth opening and closely in a goldfish-like fashion. Bim decided he’d had enough, withdrawing his fingers carefully and removing his arms with them.

It took him a few moments, but once Oliver had regained control over his limbs he instantaneously curled into a loose ball, rubbing his feet with his hands as Bim shuffled over gently.

'Thahat wahas so uhunecehessary…’

Bim giggled at Oliver’s gentle pout as he sidled closer, he nudged his shoulder gently making the droid look up at him gently.

'No it wasn’t.’

Oliver twisted his lips gently as a bashful smile rose up, he felt his chest warm up at the feeling of Bim’s genuine kindness and geniality. He adjusted his spectacles and uncurled, sitting up.

'No…it wasn’t.’

Bim felt flutters in his chest and grinned triumphantly, he didn’t care that Oliver wasn’t expecting it but Bim took him into a tight hug. Oliver soon caught on though, and reciprocated just as wholeheartedly; he listened intently as Bim mumbled into his shoulder.

'If you ever feel sad again, you have to promise to tell me. Okay?’

Oliver nodded, lips trembling with joy as they pulled away. Both of them stood, and as an afterthought Oliver let out a whispered query.

'Bim…am I different?’

Bim inhaled deeply before smiling immediatly. Oliver recognised as his prideful smile, the smile Bim wore when he heard about other people’s accomplishments. The bespectacled droid felt himself smile too…he already knew Bim’s answer.

'Yes Oliver. Yes you are.’

my two sweet innocent bouncing baby beans havin some fluffy friendo time UGH I LOVE IT 😍 tell me if ya liked it too and yeah, luv yous xx

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Over-Working ~ Markiplier Egos Fanfic

In the mood for a Markiplier ego drabble cuz I’m trash and need to spend more time on this blog, so have some Wilford Warfstache and Bim Trimmer platonic fluff (plant boi must be protected at ALL COSTS! and also prepare for a lil angst)

It was a busy day on the set of Warfstache Today, with technicians running about, camera people sorting prep and microphones being attached. Wilford Warfstache was straightening his bowtie with a light pout in a mirror held by one of the countless staff he’d never ask the names of, he waved them off and scanned his eyes round the set; everything was in place, except for one thing. Bim Trimmer. Wilford was frankly a little offended that Bim hadn’t deigned to turn up, and nor did he turn up during filming and pack-up. The moustached man’s anger had dimmed to concern as he rushed from the set to find his associate, he went to the dressing room that he’d provided Bim when he started working with him.

He rapped hard with a knuckled hand and frowned at the silence he received.

‘TRIMMER?! Ya better be decent when I come in!’

He hollered before pushing open the door, and he dimmed a little at the sight that greeted him. Bim was fully clothed in his suit with hair slicked and ready for business, but the man was sprawled on his couch with a contented expression and glasses askew. Fast asleep. Wilford folded his arms and tip-toed closer so he could examine the slumbering man. There were dark circles under his eyes and Wilford took note of the paler complexion and slightly thinner physique, and he admitted to himself what he’d been worried about for a while. Bim was over-worked, and it was his fault.

He perched on the couch and gave a light poke to Bim’s shoulder, the man stirred and upon seeing Wilford jumped to sit up.

‘W-Wilford! U-um, am I late for filming today’s episode? I’m so sor-’

‘Bim take a chill pill, lie back there buddy.’

Bim furrowed his eyebrows but relaxed into the couch with a light sigh, he rubbed his eyes a little before looking back up at Wilford with a hint of trepidation. Wilford relayed his next words with a light grin.

‘It seems that you’ve actually slept through the whole working day-’

‘WHAT?! Oh God Wilford I-I’ m s-so sorry…’

Bim’s voice cracked as he shifted his spectacles on his nose and Wilford despaired at the look of stress encaptulating him. He placed a firm hand on Bim’ s shoulder.

‘Relax Bim, besides I think we can both agree that you needed it.’

Bim smiled bashfully, avoiding Wilford’s concerned eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck.

‘I’ve just been tired recently, I should’ve said something I’m sorr-’

’Jeez will you stop apologising?! Your goodness is giving me fuckin chills! Besides…’

Wilford sighed, undertones of dejectedness plaguing his usually bombastic voice.

'It’s my damn fault for workin ya so hard, so I’m sorry for that.’

Wilford felt a buzz of glee when Bim smiled happily.

'Thanks Wilford.’

Wilford grinned and nodded with satisfaction before giving Bim’s shoulder a rough nudge.

'Why didn'tcha say anything in the first place? I woulda listened!’

Bim giggled lightly and looked to his fidgeting hands as he muttered.

'Well it’s uh…kinda hard to get a word in edgeways-’

'EXCUSE ME?!’

Bim bit his bottom lip to repress a giggle at Wilford’s indignation, the latter raised an eyebrow at Bim’s reaction. Wilford leant forward and narrowed his eyes and Bim shrunk back into the couch, eyes widening in nervousness.

'Are you laughing at me Trimmer?’

Wilford smirked when Bim gulped and started shaking his head with rapid stutters.

'N-no I-i-i wa-’

'Because it sounded to ME…’

He cut Bim off, his smirk growing more and more malevolent every passing moment. Wilford shifted so he was kneeling on the edge of the couch and looming over Bim who was almost shaking in anticipation.

’-that you were laughing at MY expense!’

Bim jumped when Wilford rested his hands on his stomach, and the moustached man’s eyes twinkled and shone with unrestrained glee. Wilford leant down lightly and whispered.

'Since you already find me so funny, I might as well try and contribute.’

With that his fingers started scribbling against Bim’s taut shirt causing the man beneath him to burst into a stream of high-pitched giggles. He tossed and turned but Wilford was blocking any chance of escape so he could only push and shove at his tormentor’s hands, which only made Wilford work harder. Said man was smirking widely as he found his way under Bim’s shirt and scratched around his navel with one hand whilst the other worked on his side; Bim’s giggles switched to cackles rather quickly.

'Nahahahahahaha Wihihihihilfohohohohord!’

Wilford snickered at Bim’s pleading as he kept his fingers animated, and ever so skillful they were.

'Wow I didn’t know ya found me so hilarious Bimmy boy!’

Bim could only laugh as he tried the new tactic of curling into a ball, which only succeeded in trapping one of Wilford’s hands at his stomach. Wilford wiggled his fingers in earnest and relished in Bim’s wide grin and squeezed shut eyes, Bim’s joy was always contagious no matter its form.

'Dohohohohon’t dohohohohoho thihihihihis!’

'Don’t do what? You’re the one who’s taken my hand!’

His wiggled his fingers more for emphasis, Wilford realised he was probably enjoying himself too much but he couldn’ t stop yet! Wilford yanked Bim out of his curled up position and used his hands to pin Bim’s at his sides, the younger man regained his breath and shivered at the feral grin Wilford wore.

'I didn’t know you were so sensitive Bimmy.’

'There’s a good reason for that…’

Wilford raised his eyebrows before fixing Bim with a teasing, yet amused, smirk.

'Do you really think you’re in a position to be so sassy?’

Wilford let out a barking laugh when Bim stuck out his tongue with the most confidence and vigour he’d ever seen from the man, he was a little impressed. However when Bim’s face started to show regret for his actions, Wilford couldn’t help but take advantage. He used one hand to pin one of Bim’s whilst transferring the other under his knee so he had one free to…have some fun with.

'W-wilford I’ m sorry, I sh-shouldn’t have-’

Wilford hushed him with a light grin before he started walking his fingers over Bim’s torso, the man shivered and bit his lip but couldn’t keep back a huge smile. Wilford found himself mirroring it as he spoke.

'Y’know I don’t think I’ve ever met someone SO ticklish, I’m barely touching you…and is that a lil smile I see there?’

Wilford cooed tauntingly but internally revelled in the embarrassed blush he drew from his friend who was scrunching his face in earnest, but his shaking chest proved that he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long.

'Plehehehehehease…’

He nearly whispered as his voice gave him away, Wilford bared Bim’s stomach and started trailing his five fingers in a broad circle round Bim’s navel. The trapped man could only giggle and squeak with his head thrown back as the light and torturous sensations caved him, the circle drew gradually closer and closer.

'Wihihihihihilfohohohord plehehehease!’

'Tickle tickle Bimmy…’

Wilford grinned as he ignored and teased the poor man and used one finger to circle the rim of Bim’s navel, Bim was shaking his head rapidly.

'You seem to have a lil button here, I wonder what’ll happen if I-’

Wilford poked his belly button quickly and was both delighted and surprised at the undignified snort and loud few cackles that Bim elicited.

'NAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE WIHIHIHIL!’

’Awwww, has someone got a ticklish belly button? How adooorable!’

Wilford cooed, Bim hid his face as he smiled embarrassedly and Wilford decided that it was time for the main event. He held his finger up in the air and slowly descended it with the occasional wiggle, his taunts and teasing taking centre stage.

'The tickle worm’s getting closer Bimmy, and it can’t WAIT to tickle your ickle giggle button!’

Wilford talked in a childish voice because of how it was ever so effective on Bim, it got his giggles coming out in little bursts as his chest shook with uneven breaths; the anticipation was torture in itself. And then…Wilford pounced.

'NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!’

After the mandatory snort Bim fell into wild cackling as he thrashed in earnest, Wilford single finger scratched and burrowed to torture every inch of Bim’s belly button; Wilford had never been more gleeful.

'Does it tickle? Is the ickle baby ticklish, coochie coochie coo!’

'STAHAHAHAP TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASIHING!!!’

Wilford chuckled as he leant over Bim, making sure that Bim had a full view of his wide smirk and sparkling eyes.

'Why would I do that? Your reactions are too damn cute!’

Bim let out a loud squeal as Wilford drew back and use his hand to spider and skitter up and down his sides, Wilford couldn’ t help but feel a warmth in his chest every time Bim squeaked or giggled. Knowing he did that made it even better. After administering a few light squeezes he decided to withdraw both his hands, at which point Bim curled up into a ball of giggles which Wilford couldn’t help but look fondly on.

'Yohohohohou’re sohohohoho mehehehean-’

'Does someone wanna go for round two?’

Wilford held up his hands in the shape claws, at which Bim’s eyes widened as he held up his own hands in defense.

'Nohoho no no no I tahake it back you’ re not mean!’

'Damn right, and don’t you forget it!’

Bim let out a light sigh of relief as Wilford lowered his hands with a grin that embodied smug cheekiness, Wilford cocked his head at the man beneath him who had now regained his breath; his eyes a little brighter as they turned to Wilford.

'Now you gotta promise me something?’

'What?’

Bim spoke curiously as Wilford sighed lightly through his words.

'If things are getting too much you gotta tell me okay? I don’t wanna see you so exhausted cuz it ain’t good for ya!’

Bim nodded, a happy and grateful smile plastered on his lips.

'I promise.’

'Good, otherwise the tickle monster’ll be coming back for more y'hear?!’

Bim shivered and nodded with an embarrassed giggle when Wilford wiggled his fingers with a threatening grin, he clapped Bim on the back as he stood. Bim went to do the same but Wilford waved his hands rapidly.

’No no no you stay, imma go order a take-away-’

Bim smiled as Wilford stalked flamboyantly out of the room, hollering over his shoulder.

'Hope ya don’t mind the smell of chinese for the next few days!’

Bim chuckled and then sighed, his body relaxed into the couch as a bombastic voice most likely terrified a take-away worker over the phone. Bim spoke lazily, and gladly.

'Not one bit.’

GOSH THAT TOOK A LIL WHILE AND SOZ FOR THE LARGE BUILD Up cuz i’m a kind of a sucker for context so apologies for wordinesd and the slight angst. plz tell me if ya like it and stuff, luv yous xxx