Description: working at an aquarium, Alex was told to feed a sea creature he dreaded being around since it has been keeping its eye on him for as long as he had worked there. Turns out it just wants to get to know him. (Im Alex btw. my name isn’t actually Alex but I will be referred by that name since “shadow” gives more of an idea that I’m the main owner of the blog, if that makes sense)
Ler: shark!mark
Lee: Alex
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*I can’t believe I was sent to do my shift with this shark!* Alex thought angrily. *did they forget I was thalassaphobic?*
Alex stomped up the metal staircase up to the top of the tank, where scuba gear was waiting. There was even a bucket of large fish sitting next to it, if anything, Alex suspected that the set up looked deliberate. Just then, a beep sounded from his head peace. “Hey Alex, so you should see the sharks food and scuba gear sitting at the top of the tank.”
Alex sighed in defeat, he even sounded like it, “yes, I do..” the guy on the other end seemed to find Joy in the fact that he got revenge on him since he did make fun of him for being afraid of sharks last week. “Haha, look if anything goes wrong we got backup, all you have to do is throw the fish in and put on the suit to go in and open the gate”
“Why not get the gate fixed sooner?” “Well you know how our boss is, always about saving enough money and making sure we’re on the right path, even if he is a bit obsessive”
Alex grabbed the bucket of fish and tossed it all in, throwing a few last ones that stuck to the inside walls of the blue bucket. He set it down and went to put the suit on, “so how long will this take?” “It should take you 10 minutes or less and you do have to swim to the other side of the cage and open the gate with your own hands. But because to this is your first time it will take a little time for you to get used to lifting a gate underwater, but it’s not terribly heavy, if anything the water will make it feel light!”
Alex grabbed the bowl helmet and popped it on, twisting it into the locks in the elastic suit. After hearing all clicks simultaneously, he cautiously walked to the ladder that led into the tank, the lights were on under the surface but they were not bright enough to illuminate the bottom of the cage floor. “How deep is this cage again?” “Uhh, between 30 and 35 feet, why do you ask?” Alex swallowed, clearly nervous. “Well, there are only lights at the top of the tank, should there be lights at the bottom too?”
“I’ve been told that the shark is not only light sensitive but is also slightly bigger then the average sized great white, yeah it seems to also enjoy being in the dark too, so at least it saved up work and money on those over priced lights am I right?”
Having nothing else to stall on, Alex stepped down the latter and was half way in when, “oh and I have to warn you, the connection down there is not the best so I might jump in and out mid sentence so let me know if that happens” “okay” Alex finished before shakily letting go of the latter and splashing in and under the surface, letting the immediate silence take over his surroundings. “Okay, this tank has a few twists and turns so I’ll have to guide you through it, but we can always take a break if your anxiety over the deep water gets to you, I heard sitting or leaning against a wall or ground can help make you feel more grounded.”
“Doesn’t sound very useful since I need a full body compression to help slow my heart rate” Alex said with a strong hint of snark. Alex started feet paddling towards the first corner and turned, before seeing a three way path that split in different directions. “Go straight” Alex did so, taking out his waterproof flashlight and turning it on. “Now I would probably look out for the ground and when you see the shark, keep the light away from its eyes, it will put it in distress”
“Wait if I’m lifting the gate would that give the shark the idea that I’m food to it as well?” It was silent for a moment before he replied, “it should not, if anything the scent of blood to sharks is kryptonite to them, so if anything it should be focused on that so much it wouldn’t notice you or even care.”
This calmed Alex down a bit, but he still wasn’t not chill at the idea of having to run into it when he released it into its tank as a whole from its sleeping area. It wasn’t just a shark, it was a mershark, a species of mermaid but instead of a koi fish or some other harmless creature, it was a shark and one of the more aggressive ones as well. If it wanted to be.
“Okay go left” Alex did so again, and was guided for a couple more turns before he finally arrived at the gate. It seemed like Alex’s buddy was about to speak but all he got was static. “Hello? You’re glitching out!” “Oh god——okay al——I need you too open the gate————don’t let your anxie——-carefu—- *glitching continues*” “no, come on! I don’t want to be by myself! Not with this unpredictable mershark on my hands..”
Alex sighed and puffed out his chest, “well, all I need to do is open the gate and go back, that’s it, you can do this.” Alex took in a few deep breaths and went over to the gate. What his buddy failed to mention from the beginning was to lift the gate from the top, not the bottom like where he was headed and now testing the weight. Using both his arms, he coiled his limbs around one of the bars and pulled up, the gate lifted with ease but it was rather slow.
Alex did not think it was odd, due to the size, but once he reached 6 feet he felt his anxiety kick in. *What now? I didn’t notice anything..* Alex thought. He didn’t feel scared but his heart rate did in-fact raise and he started to shake a little. *relax Alex, your just being paranoid, nothing happened* Alex dropped the gate, not being able to withstand the weight against his shaky body. “Doesn’t help that I’m under water”
Alex decided to see if he could get a glimpse of this creature through the bars, as if that would help his brain realize that it was just an animal and that if he comprehended it, it would seem less threatening. Going for his flashlight for the second time, the small object slipped through his fingers and started sinking into the seemingly dark void. Alex just stayed where he was in silent panic, until he realized that the flashlight only fell for maybe 5 or 7 seconds before it his the floor.
“Okay not far down, just a few feet, right?” Alex took a long moment to swim down, but by the time he finally had the urge to move, he saw two white pinprick dots appear near the flashlight….shit. Alex froze, watching the two dots move close to the light and tapping it, causing the light to shine in random directions from the firm force the shark was making. A couple swipes of light lit up the area of where the creature was, revealing dark sapphire blue eyes with white dots for pupils, staring up at him.
The whole body of the shark, or what Alex could catch a brief sight of, were mainly a standard blue with light blue and white wavy patterns. Alex finally broke out of freeze mode and swam as fast as he could, breathing heavily and trying to take the path back to the latter but had lost track of where he was, causing him to panic more. “No! No it should be here, where’s the latter?!”
In an anxious haze, Alex had started spinning in circles, tying to look sharply in any direction, hoping to see the glint of silver bars in sight. Nothing, but managed to get jumpscared by the sight of a half eaten fish slowly flowing down in front of him, blood swirling around his fish-bowl-like helmet. looking up, he saw the shark less then 10 feet away from, looking down on him.
He screamed and took a random direction and swam as hard as he could, he would take any path the stay away from that thing. But then he went helmet first into a wall, hitting his head hard enough to make him dizzy and disoriented. Slipping down against the wall and down to the floor. He stayed like that for minutes trying to pull himself together. When his brain was able to catch up with the situation, he started to breath heavier and heavier, his chest started fighting and he was beginning to tear up.
“Please..” he weeped. “Someone, help me” Alex attempted to calm himself down but anything he tried was not working. Cradling himself in a fetal position. But then a pair of arms wrapped around him and squeezed firmly. Like a concerned friend or mother. With his eyes squeezed shut he just assumed it was. His buddy that came down and saw the situation and tried calming him down first.
Alex gave into the hug, not that his anxiety was decreasing. He could not help but feel needy for the physical affection. When he had calmed down completely he opens his eyes and yelped when he saw it was the shark, shoving it away and yelling, “stay back!” The mershark then waved his arms, attempting to keep Alex’s attention, while also slowly approaching. “Huh?” Alex said, falling back on his haunches and watching as the shark circled him for a minute before getting close to his helmet and tapping on the surface with a finger.
“You never seen a dive suit before?” Alex was not sure if it understood him, but what he knows so far is that it’s curious and does not know the meaning of personal space. And then the shark checked the neck by lifting Alex’s head slightly by the helmet and noticed that not just the neck but the rest of the suit was made of something black with greenish-blue highlights.
Suddenly hypnotized by the alluring scale-like print, the shark in one swift motion, picked Alex up in a cradled position and start feeling around his torso, kneading and prodding as well as picking at each thought-to-be-scales that glimmered as if they were calling out to the shark. But all it managed to do is made the human start to react oddly to the contact. “H-hehehey! Stohohop thahahahat!”
The mershark suddenly “dropped” Alex in mid startle and looked at him with even more curiosity then before, he didn’t react like that when he was holding the human, why did he suddenly act like he found his curiosity humorous? Now testing something, the shark reached out a hand to the humans torso but was met with a smack. “The others didn’t tell me you were this curious, let alone playful..”
The shark just stared causing the human to become flustered, it never saw behavior like this from the other humans, maybe a tiny human that was brave enough to approach the glass during tours which was cute cause they were so small and hyper to see him. But seeing it come from an adult human still managed to make them, or at least this one, look really cute.
The shark beamed and swim-tackled the diver until they hit the floor for what felt like the thousandth time. The shark had started trying a technique it saw one of the human mom or dad used on their pup and started wiggling its appendage against the humans side. “Heheheey! No! Nohohohot agahahahain!” The shark clearly never understood what the human was saying but it seemed to understand the tone of voices, so it had developed a way of telling of what was laughter from a human and not just other sharks.
He also learned different types of laughter, the one that this one had, sounded very ear catching and delightful. He could hear it for days if he could. Then the shark remembered a move that his parents or other shark friends would pull when it was playtime, it was his favorite move when he was a pup.
Before he could do anything Alex had managed to escape and this time found his way to the latter, he climbed up and sat down with his legs dangling, taking off the helmet and was about to reach the zipper on the suit when he was suddenly pounced by the shark…again..still in a sitting position just leaned at a backwards angle slightly.
“No wahahahaahait!” Alex did not think the sensation of the shark sniffing and the occasional licks would tickle so much, but he couldn’t help but feel better at the fact he was not gonna get eaten. The sensation reminded Alex of a dog sniffing you, somehow giving off a strong tickling sensation even though you are not being physically touched. The shark had even snuck in a sneaky devious claw at his side in the process, making Alex squeal. “AHHH!! NOHOHOHO! BAD SHARK! BAHAHAHAHAHAD SHAAHAHARK!”
Just then, footsteps were heard echoing up the stairway, scaring off the shark back into the tank with a splash. “Alex?! Are you okay? I heard screaming and thought- uhh you good?” Alex saw that it was Mike, who noticed a sheepish grin on his face. “I feel….amazing…” he said in a mockery of a drunk person. But then Alex sat up and then noticed a figure in the water darting back toward him with something in its mouth, he stepped back and out came the shark.
In its mouth was the flashlight Alex dropped earlier, to which Alex smiled and said, “oh, thanks” he took it from its mouth and then noticed one last detail about the creator, short dark hair. “What’s the name of this shark again?” “Mark” Mike replied, “it’s mark, named after a dog of mine”
I've got mock exams next week so I won't be able to write for a little bit, but I got this done within a few days for you guys before I have to go study again 💙
I hope you guys enjoy ^^
Word Count: 4,556
Warnings: None
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
Wilbur strummed his guitar happily, humming the tune to Cause For Concern as his fingers slid into the familiar chord positions. Ash was close by, altering settings on his amp and harmonizing the melody every so often. It was a quiet day in the studio, just Wilbur, Ash and Tommy who was swinging around in his chair slowly. They were waiting for Joe and Mark to turn up to properly rehearse, but they were being delayed another fifteen minutes due to traffic.
"Will," Tommy whined. "I'm so bored."
The humming paused and Ash glanced at the lead singer of Love Joy to see how this would unfold. He’d witnessed the pseudo brothers' antics in action constantly, but almost every interaction started differently but ended the same. He was curious as to how this one would go.
“Then find something to do” came Wilbur’s very unhelpful response making Ash quietly snort.
Tommy tipped back in his chair with a loud groan. “Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilll-”
A hand clamped over Tommy's mouth to muffle the whine, Wilbur’s exasperated but fond grin sent his way. “Shut the hell up child.”
Tommy made sounds of protest behind his hand, then once realizing he was practically unintelligible, he promptly licked Wilbur’s palm.
“EW!” Wilbur screeched, ripping his hand away, waving it like it had been burned as Ash and Tommy burst into laughter. “YOU GREMLIN-! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKER-! TOMMY THAT WAS DISGUSTING!”
Tommy grinned evilly, kicking his feet up onto the soundboard of the studio as he giggled. Ash had taken to leaning against the wall to keep himself upright, he was laughing so hard.
Wilbur’s eyes narrowed and he wiped his hand on his trousers. “You are so feral, holy shit.”
Tommy stuck out his tongue with a sly look, waggling his eyebrows. “Shouldn’t have tried to silence me, bitch.”
“Oh yeah?” Wilbur glared then lunged for the boy who rightfully shrieked, tearing his legs down from the bench to hide from Wilbur’s playful attack.
Ash smiled to himself as Tommy’s childish giggles burst through the room, bubbly and adorable and reserved only for his friends. Tommy was batting at Wilbur's hands that kept slipping through his meager defenses to tickle his belly and ribs.
"WIHIHihihil! Nohohohot thihihis!" Tommy squeaked through his laughter.
"Not this? No?" Wilbur scribbled into his sides making him squirm and laugh loudly.
"Ahahahehehey!"
"Squealy thing today aren't you?"
Tommy's cheeks flushed pink and he ducked his head to hide it, blonde hair falling over his face. "Fuhuhuck yohohou!"
Wilbur giggled fondly, pinching at his ribs quickly. "Nawww, someone getting flustered? Getting all embarrassed and giggly? Aren't you just the sweetest-"
"WIHIhihihil! ShuHUHut ihihit!"
Tommy lifted his head in an attempt to glare at his brother but with his wide grin, sparkling eyes and flushed face, he looked more adorable than intimidating. Wilbur outwardly cooed, lifting a hand to scratch at Tommy's collarbone while the other dropped to his stomach. His mischievous grin only widened at the loud squeak and peals of laughter that burst from Tommy at the conflicting spots, squirming down the chair in hopes of escape.
"What on earth did Tommy do this time?"
Wilbur paused, lifting his gaze to the door where his two other band mates were watching fondly. Tommy immediately shoved Wilbur away and hid his face, giggles still slipping free from his lips.
"He licked my hand, I needed to teach him a lesson in messing with older brothers" Wilbur shrugged, ruffling Tommy's hair and approaching his friends and hugging them immediately. "Took you two long enough to get here."
"We told you there was traffic!" Joe argued indignantly but still hugged Wilbur tightly.
"Excuses" Wilbur tutted but his voice was playful. He drew back and spotted what they were both carrying. "Oh, so that's why you took twice as long, coffee run?"
Mark chuckled. "You could say that."
He slipped one of the cups out of the holder and crouched beside Tommy who was still composing himself. "Got you a hot chocolate mate, Wilbur said you liked the ones from this place."
Tommy blinked then smiled shyly, still giggling as he took the offered drink. "Thanks Mark."
His hair was ruffled gently by the drummer. "You're welcome big man, it's great to have you around again."
Tommy's face, that was just coming back to a normal colour, immediately went pink again.
The amps hummed to life as Wilbur attached the cord connected to his guitar, fumbling with the settings before rising and going to the microphone set up in the center of the room.
He loved rehearsing with the boys, excited to sing and share the music they'd created together. But this was the first time he'd performed the new EP in front of Tommy. His anxiety had faded over the last few hours, only to return at full force when they were setting up. What if he forgot the lyrics? An amp blew? They screwed up?
Or worse.
What if Tommy didn't even like the music?
The blonde had been practically bouncing when they finished their drinks and Joe said to set up the studio. He'd been looking forward to this meet up session for weeks. He was the first to hear their new EP, the songs had been carefully crafted over the months and fine tuned to be perfect. And they were! They were really good! Wilbur knew that.
But he couldn't shake the idea of letting Tommy down. The "what if's" kept circling Wilbur's mind like a buzzard over roadkill, swooping in with a new theory of how it could all go wrong.
Luckily, Tommy had always been incredibly intuitive about Wilbur's emotions. Obviously sensing his nerves, he'd yanked Wilbur aside to talk before he walked into the studio. Wilbur had seen the fiercely protective and loving blaze burn in Tommy's eyes multiple times, but it never failed to warm him inside when it was directed towards him.
"Wilbur, you know I adore your music, I adore everything you've done actually, you're really poggers. I've told you that, haven't I? Yeah. Every time when we call- you're so poggers Wilbur, I'm gonna like the music, no- I'm gonna love it. I'm your biggest hype man, remember?"
His words were so sincere, Wilbur had to hug him for almost two minutes, wondering how on earth Tommyinnit managed to make him so damn soft.
Tommy had smiled reassuringly, promising Wilbur it would go fine as he patted his back gently, rubbing his spine a little as well. Wilbur appreciated it. Tommy always gave good hugs.
Tommy was watching from the sound studio, excited eyes skimming over the different instruments and devices. And as much as Wilbur's brain wanted to come up with the ways the session could go wrong, Tommy's enthusiasm was very contagious. Wilbur found himself smiling every time he flicked his eyes over to his little brother who grinned back.
Wilbur clamped the headphones over his ears, plucking each string of his guitar to check the tuning. "We good to go lads?" He asked into the mic.
Ash and Joe, who were in the studio booth checking the audio, raised a thumbs up.
"We're good on the guitar, but your mic isn't the best Wil" Ash said, altering the settings.
Joe hummed in agreement. "Can you make some noise for a moment so we can test it?"
Wilbur opened his mouth to simply sing a note when fingers dug into his sides suddenly. Wilbur jumped with a squeal, arms slamming down.
"AHAey! Whahat!?" Wilbur gripped the offenders wrists, swinging his head around to stare at a smirking Mark in bewilderment.
"How was that lads?" Mark asked, his hands still on the singer's waist, "did you pick that up?"
Joe chuckled, messing with something on the board. "Yes, but it was still quiet, do mind doing it again so I can test the frequency?"
Wilbur spluttered. "Wha- hang on-"
"Course not!" Mark grinned.
His fingers curled into Wilbur's sides again, squeezing the soft skin with precision. Wilbur doubled over with a gasp, laughter bursting free immediately.
"Mahark! Whahat- thihihis ihihisn't nehehecessary!" He yelped, stamping his foot as he squirmed for freedom.
"It is Wil! You wouldn't want Tommy to not hear your lovely voice would you? We gotta make sure the mic is working!"
Oh god. Tommy.
Wilbur risked lifting his head and caught Tommy watching him, a grin on his face. Wilbur flushed pink, ducking his head to hide his warm face but jolted up with a squeal when Mark pinched at his lower ribs.
"Nohohot thehehere! W-Wahahait!" Wilbur pressed himself into Mark's chest, his cackles making his shoulders bounce.
"Mark could you please get him to a higher pitch?"
Ash's amused voice in his headphones made Wilbur squeak, shaking his head in protest but it was useless. Fast squeezes to his hips made Wilbur arch with a shriek, his laughter jumping octaves higher than normal.
Wilbur's knees buckled, unable to stand the tickling any longer. Mark quickly caught the brunette before he could hit the floor. Wilbur giggled hysterically, holding onto Mark's arms that were wrapped around his chest to hold him upright.
Mark chuckled, looking back to the sound booth where the trio of onlookers were watching fondly.
"That good enough? Or do you need me to do a round two?"
Wilbur's giggles picked up again, curling his shoulders in shyly. "Nohoho Mahahark noho- nohohot agahain" He whined.
Joe's laughter bounced in his ears, followed by his voice; "Nah, we got it, thanks Mark."
Wilbur slumped in his friend's embrace, breathy titters still slipping from his lips as he recomposed himself.
"Thahat was mehean" he muttered, squeezing Mark's wrist gently to let him know he wasn't actually mad.
Mark simply giggled, hefting Wilbur to stand again and nudging his arm with his own playfully. "Well at least your voice is warmed up now."
Wilbur kicked him gently in the shins in response, too embarrassed to come up with a witty retort. At least his anxiety had receded from laughing, but Mark didn't need to know that.
The rehearsal went off without a hitch much to Wilbur's relief. At the end, Tommy couldn't contain himself from bursting into the studio just to hug Wilbur. He rambled excitedly, hugging the other band members too and practically bouncing up and down in pure euphoria as he complimented their music and hyped them up.
The members of Lovejoy would be lying if they said their hearts hadn't melted into goo.
Wilbur was bright red as Tommy hung off his arm, grinning up at him and kept saying how "fucking god tier talented" his older brother was. He had to hug Tommy and repeatedly call him adorable nicknames until Tommy was too flustered to speak proper sentences just to get him to stop.
Both of the Crime Boys were terrible with compliments it seemed.
They piled back into the sound booth, discussing lunch ideas but as a group of indecisives, it was not going well.
“Subway is the way to go” Mark argued.
“Nope, not in this building sir, we’re getting pizza” Wilbur shook his head.
“You can’t go wrong with McDonalds!” Tommy waved a hand but Ash grabbed him and stuffed him in a gentle headlock, making the teen burst into laughter and smack at his arm.
"Chinese maybe?" Ash offered while giving the struggling teen in his grip a noogie, grinning at the giggly protests Tommy made.
“How about we do something a little more diverse?” Joe suggested innocently but his eyes were evil. “Maybe follow the example of Wilbur’s favourite animal and go for ants?”
Wilbur whirled around on his second guitarist with a disgusted look. “Don’t you dare speak to me of those monsters, Joseph!”
Joe cackled loudly at Wilbur's enraged gaze, smacking his leg in his mirth. “Every time! Oh, that’s too good!”
Wilbur grumbled, turning his back on Joe as everyone else laughed. “I’m not talking to you, you’ve lost Wilbur talking privileges.”
“That’s a privilege?” Ash mumbled to Tommy who giggled loudly but quickly smothered it with his hand at the look Wilbur gave him.
Joe laughed, prodding Wilbur in his spine. “C’mon Wil, I was just messing with you.”
Wilbur only crossed his arms firmly with a disgruntled noise.
Joe narrowed his eyes and grinned. “Wil~”
The teasy voice made Wilbur’s stomach fizz, curling his posture a little on instinct. Joe chuckled, prodding his back again but aiming for his ribcage. His grin only widened at the sharp intake of air and flinch from the touch.
“Oh Wilbur~” he cooed. “Stop ignoring me now~”
Wilbur shook his head with a defiant huff but a smile was already pulling at his lips despite trying to stay stone cold.
"Wiiiiiil~"
A single finger trailing down his spine made Wilbur shiver, goosebumps rising on his arms. He refused to crack though, remaining steeled and solid. He merely huffed again, blatantly ignoring his friend.
Joe pouted slightly then narrowed his eyes with a smirk. "How long do you think you can hold out Wilbur? I can do this aaaall day you know~"
He shifted his hands to simply graze his fingertips over the sides of Wilbur's ribs, the brunette's arms clamping down over his hands not doing anything to deter him.
He giggled a little. "Oh? Did that tickle a little too much for you Mr Soot? Couldn't help but try and stop me, hmm?"
Wilbur visibly bit his lip to stop himself from replying, but his ears went red much to Joe's delight. "Nawww, is someone getting embarrassed?"
Wilbur balled his hands into fists, trying not to squirm and give his friend the satisfaction of a reaction and maintain his façade of ignoring him. Every tease, every slight scratch, every shape drawn into his back was slowly but very surely chipping away at Wilbur's resolve. It was taking all of his willpower to not burst into giggles-
"Try his neck Joe" Tommy piped up from where he was slumped in Ash's gentle hold, but he was more resting his weight on the bass player's shoulder at this point.
Wilbur's head snapped around to glare at his little brother but his expression crumbled into a wide smile as Joe's fingers skimmed over the back of his neck. He pushed his face into his hands and finally released a stream of flustered giggles.
"And he breaks!" Joe cheered, skittering his nails featherlight over Wilbur's neck, swiping a few stray fingers over his ears and relishing in the squeak from it.
"Yohou're thahe wohorst!" Wilbur cried, his happy titters making his insult very hard to take seriously.
"You love me though" Joe grinned, slipping a hand to skim under his jaw briefly, the other dropping to scratch softly at his lower back.
Wilbur twisted, a squeak bursting free at the sensations. He was torn between running from, and relaxing into the soft tickling. Then a raspberry buzzed into his neck causing him to squeal and arch his back.
He chose running.
Wilbur dove away from Joe, ducking behind Ash who was his last line of defense at this point. He giggled hysterically into the back of his hand and held onto the bass player's jacket like a child would.
"Ahahash hehe's buhullying mehe!" He whined, trying to control the laughter tumbling out of him.
Ash chuckled, dropping his hand into Wilbur's curls. "Not our fault you're so ticklish man."
Wilbur gave a mock offended, albeit flustered gasp, staring up at his friend. "Ash, I trusted you!"
Hours later, the boys were cleaning up the studio as Tommy unhelpfully whined about having to leave later, sitting upside down in one of the chairs because this kid just couldn’t sit properly.
“It’s just so unfair! I want to stay with you Wilbur! Can’t you call my dad saying you’ve kidnapped me? Mark? You’re a good actor right? It could be a team effort!”
Mark snorted, tousling Tommy’s hair in passing. “We are not calling your father for a fake kidnapping Tommy.”
“Awww c’monnn!” Tommy leaned into his hand and put on his best puppy eyes. “Please Mark?”
“Look away Mark” Wilbur piped up from where he was wrapping up a cord. “His puppy eyes are lethal.”
“Speaking from experience?” The drummer gently shoved Tommy’s head away from him and went back to sweeping up the crumbs on the floor.
Wilbur sighed. “Unfortunately.”
Tommy stuck his tongue out at the brunette while batting at the air after Mark’s hand. “I could make you commit war crimes if I wanted to.”
“Yeah right” Wilbur snorted, turning away and putting the cord in a cupboard. “You don’t have me that tightly wrapped your finger.”
Everyone in the room shared a long look. Tommy definitely did.
“Wilbur, come on please?” Tommy sighed, directing his big blue eyes at his brother.
The singer threw up his hands in exasperation. “I said I’m not committing war crimes!”
Tommy burst into laughter. “Noho! No. No, I don’t want you committing war crimes dumbass, I mean kidnapping me.”
Wilbur pinched the skin between his eyes with a huff. “Technically still a crime, and not happening.”
Tommy puffed his cheeks and glared at Wilbur but his eyes held a genuine sadness that Wilbur felt pull at his heartstrings. He really couldn’t say no to that look, Tommy had weaponized it against him.
He gave a long sigh, rolling his eyes. “If,” he held up a finger with a stern look, “if, your parents are okay with it, and you agree to behave yourself, you can-”
He suddenly had an armful of child who was grinning brighter than the sun itself.
“Yes! Yes I’ll behave- I promise!” He nodded rapidly, eyes shining. “I’m gonna call my dad right now! Thank you Wilbur! Thank you so much!”
He was out of the door before Wilbur could even reciprocate the hug. The man stared after him, lips parted before they quirked to smile softly. Damn kid turning him to goo. He turned slowly to return to cleaning and froze.
His three friends were grinning at him, eyes fond and Joe had his phone out.
“You two are adorable,” Ash smiled.
Wilbur flushed, crossing his arms. “Fuck off, all of you. Joe send me whatever photo or video you took. I want them.”
Joe cackled, pocketing his device. “Sure thing big bro Wilbur Soot-”
Wilbur flipped off his friend and went back to cleaning the studio, trying to shove down a smile.
“Tommy’s not wrong though” Mark hummed. “You really are wrapped around his finger.”
Wilbur scoffed, keeping his face turned away from his friends to hide his growing smile. “Yeah right.”
“Kid’s got you right where he wants you” Joe agreed.
“No he doesn't-”
“Wilbur, the kid could probably ask you for anything and you’d give him it.”
“He asked me to commit war crimes, Ash.”
“Okay something a little more within reason then” the bass player waved him off with a smirk. “Point is, the little guy has got you.”
“Tommyinnit has not got me Ash-”
“You’ve been got” Mark hummed, grabbing a dustpan to gather up his sweepings.
"N-No Mark- I have not been got-”
“Nah, mans has been gotten” Joe smirked, nudging Wilbur on passing.
“I-” Wilbur glared, ears tinged red. “I have not been gotten, got or anything like that, I am strong, I will not bend to the will of a child, I am a big maHAN-!”
Wilbur squeaked, twisting away when he felt a sharp prod at his ribs. Mark giggled, wiggling his fingers at the singer.
“What you are is ticklish, Soot” he chuckled. "And I don't think big men who have been got are ticklish~"
Wilbur stuttered out a protest, crossing his arms and backing away from the duo guitarist. “Mark- no- you’ve already tickled me today-”
“Oh right, I have...” Mark hummed.
“But I haven’t!”
Ash’s arms slipped around his waist and his fingers dug into his belly. Wilbur threw his head back with a squeal, jumping slightly but Ash kept him trapped against him.
“Ahahaey! Ahahash!”
“Yes Wil?” Ash grinned then gently pushed Wilbur onto a chair. He scribbled into his ribs quickly, smirking as Wilbur attempted to curl into a ball.
“N-Nohoho! Ahahash! Dohohon’t- whihIHIY?!”
His feet stamped the floor when Ash’s nails skittered over his collarbone and neck, shaking his head as he hiccuped, scrunching his shoulders up.
“Awww, hiding from me Wil? No chance~” Ash then grabbed onto his legs, quickly squeezing the muscle and chuckling at the high squeal that tore from Wilbur’s throat.
"NOHOHohoho!" He howled, "Ahahahash! Ihihi truhuhusted yohohou!"
"Bad luck Wil" Ash grinned, squeezing up and down his knees.
“Fuhuhuck youHOHOHOU!” Wilbur tried to swivel the chair around to avoid Ash’s ticklish touch, giggling like a hyena.
Ash smirked, swinging the chair back around. “No no no, the other two got plenty of time to tickle you! Don’t be rude Wilbur! I want to tickle you too!”
Wilbur shrieked, batting at Ash’s hands that had gone back to squeezing above his knees and up his thighs. “YOHOHOU’RE THAHAHAE WOHOHORST!”
“Rude much?”
“SHUHUHUSH!”
“No, I don’t think I will~” Ash glanced over to the other two who were smirking as they watched. “Care to hold him still boys? Mans is a squirmer.”
Wilbur flinched back with a fit of high pitched giggles, covering his face and shaking his head. He’d already been subjected to Mark and Joe’s tickle attacks, the idea of all three tickling him at once-
His wrists were gripped and hauled over his head much to his alarm, a loud squeak yipping out of him. Mark winked down at him with a snicker, and Joe sat by his feet, gripping his calves tightly to keep them still.
Wilbur gave a flustered whimper, caving in on himself as he broke into fits of nervous laughter. “N-NO! WAHah-wahahit! Guhuhuys! Nohot all ahat once! Thahat’s soho unfahair!”
"Sucks to suck Soft Boy" Mark snickered, scribbling a hand into his armpit.
Wilbur yanked at his hands with a squeal but Mark held firm, keeping his arms raised above his head.
"Hey Joe, hold onto his legs yeah? I'm gonna give these ribs some attention" Ash grinned then promptly started placing fast pinches into his lower set of bones.
Wilbur sucked his stomach in and arched back, trying to evade the quick fingers on his ribs as he cackled loudly. Mark cooed, scratching from his forearm down to his upper ribs, spidering over his armpit before trailing up to his elbow to repeat the process. His mind couldn't focus on anything but the sensations on his upper body, he couldn't even kick, squirming limited to twisting his torso in the chair.
'At least it can't get any worse than this,' he thought as he laughed so hard his whole body was shaking.
And then Joe squeezed relentlessly at his knees.
Wilbur screeched, thrashing on the chair but unable to find relief from the tickling plaguing his system. The overwhelming tingles sparked and fizzed throughout his body, his laughter squeaking when a bad spot was attacked. It was when Ash had simultaneously started pinching his upper ribs and lower ribs randomly that he started bucking his hips in desperation.
"Wowzers Wilbur, I knew you were part bull because of all the bullshit you say, but bucking is a new feature!" Ash joked, scratching up and down his ribcage with alternating patterns to keep him guessing.
Wilbur had tears pricking his eyes as he laughed hysterically, wishing he could at least hide his face from his attackers.
"It wasn't that funny Wilbur c'mon" Mark grinned, scuttling his nails into his sensitive pits and giggling at the hiccupping protests he got from the action.
"Yeah, your sense of humor is scuffed if you thought that was peak comedy mate" Joe tutted, scribbling underneath Wilbur's knees just to hear him scream like he always did at the feeling.
Wilbur scuffled his shoes on the floor before going limp as he was very quickly reaching his limit. "PLEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAD! GUHUHUYS!"
Ash grinned but thankfully caught his wheezy laughter and drew back, cueing the other two to stop as well. Wilbur's limbs were released, immediately curling in to protect his torso from any further tickle attacks.
"Yohou guhuys ahare soho fuhuhucking unfahahair, hoholy shihit," he whined through his giggles. "I prahay for all yohour downfahalls."
"You could use those as song lyrics" Joe snorted.
Wilbur shoved at his head, glaring but his smile was genuine as he calmed down, rubbing at his stomach to relieve the last of the tingles. Mark's hands dropped onto his shoulders to massage the knots, his pressure light but firm enough to give the desired effect. Wilbur melted into the feeling with a content hum laced with lingering titters. It took almost another two minutes before Wilbur was breathing normally again. He made a mental note to never start a tickle fight with these guys if he wasn't sure he could win. They were all tickle monsters dressed in cozy jumpers and dress pants.
Actually speaking of which..
Wilbur flicked his eyes over the trio of band members, sitting up a bit further and swiveling his chair to be able to look at them at the same time. A moment passed before he broke the silence.
"Okay what is going on with you three?" Wilbur asked. The question had been weighing in the back of his mind for a while. "I get it, I'm ticklish and you enjoy torturing me, but you've been doing this all day. What's going on?"
His band mates shared a look before bursting into laughter. Wilbur blinked at them in bemusement as Mark had to rest his hands on his knees to stay on his feet. The other two weren't better off as they wheezed loudly.
"What?" Wilbur stared, lips lifting a little at their laughter despite his confusion. "What is it?"
"Your back man" Joe coughed an explanation through his tumbling laughter.
The singer blinked. "My…back?"
Wilbur reached an arm behind him and felt something thin and soft brush his fingertips. He managed to snag the end and pull it off, bringing the item in front of him. It was a sticky note.
"I don't understand" he lifted his gaze to the other three who were managing to somewhat compose themselves.
"Other side" Ash grinned, wiping a tear from his eye.
Wilbur raised a brow and flipped the paper over. His stomach dropped and his eyes widened at the words.
Tickle me!! I'm an anxious crime boy and I need to laugh! :D
Wilbur's face was red, he knew it was, and not just from the soft coos from his friends commenting on it.
"W-When- when-" he stuttered and tripped over the word.
"Almost all day man" Mark spluttered through his giggles. "Someone decided to stick it to you when you were worried about rehearsing this morning."
Mark had barely finished his sentence before Wilbur leapt up from the chair and bolted through the door, hollering at the top of his lungs.
"TOMMYINNIT YOU ARE A DEADMAN!"
The remaining members of Lovejoy really did fall to the floor in laughter as they heard the muffled, shrill scream followed by hysteric cackling from a teenager who was most certainly going to pay for his harmless prank.
Co Author: BUDDY!!! WHO ELSE OTHER THAN MY BEST FRIEND AND AN AMAZING AUTHOR?!?! Buddy you’re amazing and thank you for everything without you this fic would’ve gone nowhere!!!!
Markiplier, Ethan, Tyler
Summary: Ethan is a hacker for a strict corporation. If you screw up, you're sent to the infamous 'T-Room'. Everyone who goes in comes out different. Quiet, obedient. Changed. No one knows what happens in there...and today, Ethan makes a huge mistake. [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]
I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! HOLY SHIT THIS IS LONG! 4825 WORDS!! LOOOOOONG FIC! Also Buddy is amazing and made this 1000% better.
"No, no, no, no!" Ethan mumbled, clicking away at his keyboard. The screen was blue, with white text explaining that the computer had "encountered a problem".
He couldn't imagine what the boss would say if he knew that one of his top hackers had lost one of the computers. The things weren't cheap. It was literally his job to deal with the computers and now he had gone and screwed it up.
"Something wrong, Ethan?" his coworker, Kathryn, piped up next to him.
"The computer...I think...I think I killed it!"
"You did what?" Kathryn leaned over to see his computer and was met with the error message. She lowered her voice to a terrified whisper. "Ethan- the boss is going to kill you! You're a hacker, it's practically your job to make sure this doesn't happen!"
"I know!" Ethan exclaimed, putting his head in his hands in frustration. "I know, I know!"
"Ethan...we're going to have to report this," Kathryn sighed.
"I know." Ethan gimaced.
To say he was terrified was an understatement. He knew what happened to employees who made mistakes. It was the one thing that really kept order in their organization. If someone messed up bad enough, they got sent to the T-Room. No one knew what it was like except the people who had already gone, and those employees never talked about it. Ethan could only imagine how horrific the torture had to be to keep everyone silent.
That was probably what was going to happen to Ethan now.
Kathryn pursed her lips before whispering, "I can...not tell the boss?"
"No," Ethan said, shaking his head. "If he finds out you withheld that from him, you'll probably go too. It's best if we tell him...and I..." Ethan trailed off, fear pooling in his gut.
"It's okay," Kathryn assured, patting his back. "Do you want me to tell him?"
He nodded.
She stood up and walked down the aisles of computers, leaving the hacking room and making her way down the dim hallways towards the main office; she didn't want to turn in her friend, but it had to be done. In an underground community like this one, efficiency was everything.
When she arrived at the office, she rang the bell outside of the door to announce her presence. Once she was allowed to enter, she was met with the Boss and his right hand man, the latter standing in the corner, stone-faced.
The Boss glanced up at her with a genial, but formal, smile. "Good morning. Kathryn is it? Come in."
She stepped forward nervously. "S-sir?"
"You can call me Mr. Fischbach, if you'd like. How can I help you?"
"I...need to report something."
"Oh?"
"My coworker, Ethan. He, uh, tried to fix a virus on one of the computers, but...it didn't go so well. The computer isn't working anymore." Kathryn breathed deeply when she finished, nervous for her friend.
The Boss sighed and paused, turning to the man in the corner. "Tyler, ready the T-Room."
The curly-haired man nodded and left the office.
Kathryn winced at the sound of the office door clicking closed.
"Thank you, Kathryn, for bringing this to my attention. You may return to your work. We'll take care of the rest." Mr. Fischbach gestured for her to leave; he stood, no doubt about to make an announcement over the intercom.
Kathryn left the office and headed straight for her workspace. Ethan's head popped up when he saw her.
"W-what'd he say?"
"I'm sorry, Ethan." Kathryn felt helpless and unable to comfort him as she saw fear fill his eyes.
"Ethan Nestor of Sector H. Please report to the T-Room." The Boss' voice rang out over the intercom. "Ethan Nestor of Sector H."
All of their coworker's heads whipped around to see their terrified friend as he stood and made his way to the dreaded T-Room. Whispers followed him as he took the walk of shame.
"Ethan, what'd you do?"
"Is he going to be alright?"
"I don't think the kid can handle it."
Ethan ignored all the passing remarks as he put up a strong facade and continued down the halls, past the other workers and sections and factions, the other offices and departments. He led himself down the stairs, through dimly-lit hallways, right and then left and then right again, to the back corner of the bottom floor.
He ended up in front of the door much quicker than he had hoped for. Taking a deep breath, he opened it, stepping into the darkened room with butterflies in his stomach. He closed the door behind him as he took in the sights.
There was a table with cuffs attatched to the top and bottom corners in the center of the room. Beside the table were Mr. Fischbach and his right hand man Tyler talking quietly between themselves.
Tyler looked up at the employee and nodded in his direction, directing the Boss to acknowledge him.
The Boss followed Tyler's line of vision and sighed before walking towards the young man. "Ethan. Let's cut right to the chase. You've made a serious mistake that will cost this company hundreds, if not, thousands of dollars."
"I-I'm sorry-"
"Apologies will not free you from your punishment. See, we must punish our employees to make sure they do not make carefree and silly mistakes." Mr. Fischbach put his hand on Ethan's shoulder and guided him to the table.
"Now, we'll need for you to take off your shirt, pants and shoes."
"W-what?"
"Take them off. It makes it easier for us," the Boss commanded. Ethan did as he was told, not wanting to make the torture harder on himself. Aside from his boxers, he was completely exposed.
"Good. Now lay down on the table."
Ethan obliged, laying his bare back on the table and letting the Boss fasten the cuffs around his ankles before pulling his arms above his head and restraining his wrists, as well.
Ethan was terrified. He could only imagine the amount of pain he was going to go through. Everyone he'd ever seen come out was embarrassed, somewhat changed, and never wanting to mess up ever again. They always warned against being sent to the fully-equipped, sound-proofed T-Room, which was hidden far away from the rest of the offices.
He bit his lip, scared out of his mind. What were they going to do, exactly? Waterboarding? Burning? Maybe-
"Wha- Hey! Hehehey! Stahahap!" Ethan giggled as he felt the soft pads of quick fingers skittering up his soles. "I'm tihihicklihihish!"
"That's exactly what we were hoping for," the Boss smirked at him. Ethan paled. He couldn't mean...
Just then, there was a metallic sound. Ethan turned his head to the left to find Tyler pulling out a table. He craned his head as much as he could through his giggles to get a glance of everything on it; when he did, his eyes went wide.
On the table lay feathers of all sizes and stiffness; there were makeup brushes, toothbrushes, hairbrushes, and paintbrushes. There was even a bottle of baby oil.
This wasn't normal torture.
This was tickle torture.
Ethan tried to remember last time he had been tickled. It had been a long time, when he was a kid, but he did know one thing: He was very ticklish, so much so that he could tickle himself.
This truly was going to be torture.
"The best thing about using tickling to discipline is that no permanent damage comes to our employees, and they're all too embarrassed to tell everyone exactly what's been done, thus keeping everyone under control due to fear of the unknown," The Boss explained as the pads of his fingers skittered up and down his soles, so light they almost weren't touching them.
Ethan was already lost in his giggles. "M-Mihihihister Fihihischbahahach-"
The Boss smirked. "You may call me Mark for the time being. It'll help save some breath." He tilted his head to the right, gesturing to his right-hand man. "And you may refer to him as Tyler."
Mark glanced over to his assistant. "Tyler? Care to join?"
The curly-haired man plucked a paintbrush off the table before he stepped up and proceeded to flick it across Ethan's neck, causing his giggles to kick up a notch. The blue-haired man tossed his head back and forth at the soft and tingly feeling.
"My, my, you are quite the ticklish one," Mark chuckled. "That's going to make things so much more fun. For us, that is. For you, not so much."
Still smirking, he switched from skittering to scratching at Ethan's soles with his blunt nails; he raked his fingers up and down the thrashing feet quickly and ruthlessly, over and over.
"AHAHAHAHA! NOOOHOHOHAHAHAAA!" Ethan shrieked in laughter, trying his hardest to thrash away, but was obviously unable to do so.
"Looks like someone has very ticklish feet," Mark said. "Good. They're always the most fun to tickle."
Tyler at last offered up a few sentences as he put the brush aside. "Speak for yourself. Upper body is the most fun."
He directed his words to their victim, now. "Let's see if you're just as ticklish up here." Tyler began scratching at the hollows of Ethan's armpits, using expert technique to get the best possible reaction.
Ethan's laughter didn't change much- however, his thrashing became more frantic. Tyler was clearly displeased with the lack of a reaction, so his hands travelled downwards, testing each inch of skin. As soon as he began tickling at his ribs, it was all over for Ethan.
"AHAHAA! WAIHAIHAIHAI! AHAHAHAHA!" the hacker screamed in laughter.
"I think I found a tickle spot. Cootchie cootchie coo~" Tyler teased, grinning madly when Ethan's face turned a brilliant pink. Ethan had no idea why, but the teasing suddenly made his nerves feel hightened, making it tickle more at his sudden embarrassment.
"I bet his feet are worse," Mark said as he explored the man's foot, his fingers scratching at every bit it could reach. When his fingers reached his toes, Ethan's back arched as he screamed.
"NOHOHO! NAHAHAHA THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHA!"
"Oh? Why not here?" Mark began to pull his toes back with one hand and poised the other hand right over the exposed skin. Tyler had stepped back to watch, smirking with new intrigue.
"I'm wahahay...way tohohoo ticklish thehehere! Plehehease!"
Mark tsked and shook his head. "This is why you're here. You shouldn't have been so careless earlier, Ethan." With that, he dug in, his fingernails mercilessly scratching underneath his toes.
Ethan went ballistic, his cackling reaching new hieghts as he sputtered out incoherent nonsense. It had been less than fifteen minutes and they had already zeroed in on his worst spot.
Tyler joined his fingers in at his ribs again, and in just a minute or two, Ethan's laughter went silent. The two sensations, as well as the feeling of being so vulnerable and exposed, unable to struggle, had him over the moon with laughter, gasping and struggling, his mouth in a wide-open grin.
Luckily for him, it soon stopped.
Mark was rubbing the tingly feelings from his feet as Ethan regained his breath. "Goodness, you're one of the most ticklish people I've ever seen! But we're not nearly done. Can't have you passing out before we're finished, can we? Although I'm sure you'd probably rather be unconscious and miss it."
Ethan was gasping for air, his head buzzing with elation. He pondered Mark's words. He didn't feel like he wanted to miss any of it. He felt...happy. It felt good to laugh like this, to laugh so hard he couldn't process anything else. If he were to be completely honest, he loved it. He didn't want it to end.
"How about we try and find every single tickle spot, shall we? We don't want any place to feel left out," Mark chuckled darkly.
Ethan felt butterflies in his tummy at the knowledge that it wasn't over. He still had a lot more to look forward to. At this thought, he bit his lip to try and hide a grin, feeling incredibly joyous.
Mark's brows furrowed, obviously confused by this expression. "By now, most people are crying and begging for mercy. You must be very strong-willed to have gotten through all that without even struggling all that much." He leaned forward, eyes darkening, though his tone never turned threatening. "But rest assured you will break, and learn to be more careful with the company's equipment."
At these words, it suddenly occured to Ethan that liking this...wasn't normal. It was probably weird. He was probably an anomaly...he was probably a freak.
He was torn from his thoughts when he felt fingers at his sides.
The ones on his left, Tyler's, were gently carressing the skin, sliding up and down ever so softly, while on the other side, Mark's fingernails were scratching ruthlessly, his eyes gleaming as he wrung cackle after cackle out of the young employee. The two conflicting sensations drove Ethan into deep laughter.
"Nahahahaha! Gohohohoddahahahammit!"
Tyler gazed down at Ethan with confusion, tilting his head to the side slightly. He wasn't... begging? Mark looked up at his right-hand man with the same confusion. In all their time of tickle torture, every employee had been begging for them to stop by now, even people less ticklish than this one.
It was time to kick it up a notch.
"Get the electric toothbrushes. That should get him desperate," Mark demanded.
Tyler moved quickly to the table and grabbed two brushes while Ethan recovered; his face once again stoic, he handed one to Mark. Without warning, and without hesitation, the two turned on their brushes and descended the rapidly spinning bristles onto Ethan's ribs.
The hacker shrieked and began thrashing, his cackling filling the room. "FAHAHAHAHAHAAA! AHAHAHAAAHAHAAA!"
The two let the brushes buzz cruelly over and in between the bones, never stopping in the midst of the high-pitched hysterics. But...Ethan didn't beg or scream for it to end. He wasn't crying. He wasn't even pleading for mercy. He was just lying there, taking it.
Tyler huffed and smirked as he targeted his lower ribs. "You sure seem eager. What, do you like this or something?" he joked.
Ethan's reaction was a dead giveaway. His face grew insanely red and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "N-NOHOHOHOHAHAHA!" He couldn't let it be known that he liked it. It was weird...and wrong. God, and it was just embarrassing.
Knowing grins met Mark and Tyler's faces, and they locked eyes before turning back to their victim. "You do like this, don't you?" Mark exclaimed. "I've never met any employee who enjoyed being tortured before."
"SHUHUHAHAHAHA- SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!" Ethan screeched, trying to bury his blushing face in his shoulder to hide; he was beyond mortified, so much so that he didn't care what it was exactly that he had just said to his boss.
"Well if you like this so much, I guess we shouldn't stop," Mark suggested, realizing with relish that their torture session had just became a whole new kind of fun.
"NOHOHOHOHO!" Ethan cackled, arching his back, humiliated at the turn of events.
Tyler cooed, "Aw, look at him, he's pushing his ribs up towards us! I think he loves this."
Ethan squealed in embarrassment, but none of the emotions he was feeling were negative. The teasing gave him butterflies and seemed to heighten the tickling sensation, which he enjoyed in the first place; he felt absolutely giddy at their playful words.
The intense tickling sensations left him suddenly; Ethan felt only the leftover buzz as the toothbrushes left his skin. He breathed heavily, the smile never leaving his face as he calmed himself.
"Tell me, Ethan," Mark asked, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Do you like raspberries?" Tyler grinned at their victim with the same look.
He looked up at them with a puzzled look through his giggles. "Wh-whahat?" Ethan asked, watching as Tyler leaned his head down towards his ribs. "I dohon't- AAAHAHAHA- FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!" He screamed in laughter as Tyler pressed his lips to his ribs and blew into them, making the skin vibrate in a maddening way. His entire body jolted before thrashing as much as he could in his bonds, so unused to such a strange sensation that he couldn't even remember how to speak.
When Tyler at last stopped his assault, Ethan attempted to recover, panting and gulping in air.
"Whahat...wahas thahat?"
"That was a raspberry," Mark chuckled. "You don't know what a raspberry is?"
"Nohohoho!"
"Well, I guess you need another demonstration!" Tyler declared. Before Ethan could protest, he was leaning down and blowing a multitude of shorter raspberries all over his ribs, eliciting countless hysterical squeals and squawks.
"TYHY-TYHYHYLEHEHEHER! TYHYLEHEHER! PLEAHEAHAHAHAHAHAA!"
Tyler paused his assault, giving Ethan room to breathe so that he could ask, "Please...what?" When Ethan looked away and didn't answer, Tyler prompted, "Please stop?"
He recieved no response, but a deep blush formed clearly over Ethan's ears.
"Do you want us to keep going?" Mark asked.
"I- I...um...n-nohoho..." Ethan stuttered and stumbled over his giggly words. His answer was rather unconvincing.
Tyler glanced at Mark with a shit-eating grin; his boss looked back with a matching expression. The kid really did want more. Both would be lying if they said it wasn't adorable.
With a grin, Tyler teased, "Oh, I know what you were going to ask. You were going to say 'please let Mark tickle me, too', weren't you?" They watched as Ethan blushed further, enjoying himself too much to argue.
"Well, since he obviously wants you to participate too, Mark, why don't you choose the next spot?"
"I choose this adorable tummy right here!" Mark slid his fingers lightly over Ethan's belly, making it quiver at the tingly feeling.
Ethan didn't speak or struggle- he just laid back, hysteric giggles pouring out of him as Mark spidered his fingers up the soft flesh. Tyler snuck a finger into his belly button and wiggled it around, eliciting a few loud squeals and lots of laughter.
"Raspberries tend to work very well on this little cutie! I wonder how it'll feel on his tum-tum?" Mark teased before leaning over and blowing a big fat raspberry right over Ethan's navel. The victim bucked and shrieked, laughing and pulling desperately at the cuffs as Mark added his hands in, letting them spider over the rest of his quaking tummy.
"I guess it must tickle!" Tyler chuckled, his finger kneading at his sides and making everything more intense. The intensity, however, wasn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it was a great thing. Ethan was loving every second, no matter how much his body screamed at him to escape the torturous sensations.
The Boss slowly worked his hands down over the sensitive flesh as he let the raspberry end, until his fingers began grazing Ethan's hip bones. Now there was a spot they hadn't tested out. With a grin, Mark dug into the victim's hips; he drilled his thumbs into the hollows while his other fingers scratched and kneaded the surrounding area.
Ethan's entire frame jolted as he let out a scream. "AHAHAHAHA! FAHAHAHACK!"
"Is that another tickle spot? You're just ticklish everywhere, aren't you, cutie?" Tyler laughed before bending over to blow another affectionate raspberry on his tummy.
"Tyler, I have a suggestion!" Mark had to raise his voice to even have a hope of being heard over the volume of Ethan's laughter.
"I'm listening."
"He's gone this whole time without even asking us to stop. Let's see how much it takes to get him to beg!"
"Ooo, good idea," Tyler said with a grin. "I'm sure we can have him pleading for mercy, no matter how much he loves it!"
Mark winked at Tyler and began softly poking and prodding Ethan's ribs, gliding his fingers over and in between the bones. The victim's laughter died down a bit at the shift in intensity; he took the opportunity to breathe.
Just as he took a deep breath, he heard a loud buzzing sound, and had no time to prepare himself as Tyler jumped in with two electric toothbrushes spinning on his ribs. Ethan snorted loudly and descended into wild cackling.
The two torturers laughed along as they drove him insane with the conflicting sensations. Ethan jerked one way to escape the maddeningly soft touches of Mark's fingers, then the other way to escape the scrubbing of Tyler's toothbrushes. It was an endless cycle of laughter and thrashing.
"Cootchie cootchie coo, Ethan~ What's the matter? Too ticklish for your own good?"
"Aren't you just adorable? All helpless to the tickling all over your tickle spots!"
"Tickle tickle tickle! Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy coo! You've got such cute, ticklish ribs!"
These guys know how to torture. The teasing somehow made every nerve feel heightened, in turn making him absolutely helpless to his own laughter from the overwhelming sensations.
When he thought it couldn't get any worse, Tyler leaned down and began brushing his stubble against the exposed ribs, which proved to be effective as evident by the sudden rise in pitch of Ethan's shrieks and screams.
"GNAHAHAHAHAHA! C-CAHAHAHAHAN'T! AHAHAHA!"
The poor hacker was laughing like a madman. All he could do was laugh and laugh and laugh. Mark and Tyler almost felt bad for him.
Almost.
He still hadn't asked them to stop. Tyler and Mark were determined to get him desperate.
"Still not begging? Do you just love being tickled that much?" Tyler cooed, not letting up on the torture one bit. Ethan opted to simply laugh, rather than deny or protest any longer; he didn't want to wear himself out, or risk them actually stopping.
The tormentors, clearly displeased at the lack of protests, each moved a hand to his hips. Mark's touch continued as maddeningly soft touches. Skimming his fingers, poking and prodding, or just softly kneading at the skin, all his touches were so quick and gentle that they seemed to light up every nerve.
Tyler, on the other hand, stuck with the toothbrushes: One remained on his ribs, while the other ventured towards the hollow of his hip bone where the bristles began to buzz and scrub across the ever-sensitive skin.
Ethan shrieked as his hips were made a target once again. He bucked and cackled, sure that even if he did want it to stop, he wasn't exactly capable of doing so. Two of his worst tickle spots were being tormented. He had conflicting touches driving him insane. All this combined with the teasing words from his superiors made him feel all the more sensitive.
"Aren't you a ticklish little cutie pie!"
"To think a grown man could be taken down by the big bad tickle monster? How adorable!"
"You're so red! Are you embarrassed about how ticklish you are? Or by how much you enjoy it?"
Tyler and Mark continued while thinking up other options, never letting up on their torture. A good five minutes passed, filled with deafening hysterics and the occasional teasing remark...until Mark's face brightened with another idea.
He stopped his tickling in favor of moving away from the employee and grabbing the baby oil off of the table of tickle tools. Tyler halted as well, allowing Ethan to gasp for much-needed air.
All Mark had to do was show the bottle to Tyler for him to understand what was going to happen next.
The Boss walked down to Ethan's bare feet and opened the bottle, slathering a generous amount of the slick stuff across his soles, paying special attention to his toes; all the while, the victim giggled and squirmed, knowing what he was in for.
Though they were itching to get the poor thing begging, one thing was true: No matter how much of it they heard, there was no denying that Ethan's laughter could brighten up a room. Niether of them felt they could ever tire of hearing it.
"Tyler. You take hips. I've got his toes. He'll be screaming for mercy in no time."
Mark didn't hesitate. He pulled back Ethan's toes and began scratching mercilessly at the sensitive skin right away. Tyler let his toothbrushes buzz at each of Ethan's hipbones.
The reaction was priceless. Ethan was bucking and thrashing as if he had been electrocuted. His screams of laughter were louder than before; for a second, Mark wondered if maybe his laughter could be heard outside the room, despite the sound proofing.
"NAHAHA- NAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAAAHAAA!"
"Aw, I think this might be it for you, Ethan~"
"Your toes are so tickle-tickle-ticklish! Maybe too ticklish for you to last!"
"Kitchy kitchy kitchy coo!"
Ethan arched his back at the near-overwhelming stimulations; he didn't know where to struggle, since each side was being tickled, and there was no way to escape. Below him was a sturdy table, above him were his superiors. His wrists and ankles were secured with cuffs too thick to even hope to break.
He felt Mark drag his fingernails down his soles, forcing a screech and more high-pitched cackling from him; when Ethan took this opportunity to curl his toes, the Boss tsked, "Ah, ah, ah!" before pulling the poor digits back and tickling ruthlessly underneath them once again.
"PLEHEHEHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHA!" Ethan screamed.
The tickling halted.
"I think I heard a certain tickle addict ask for us to stop."
Tyler rolled his eyes. "Did that really count?"
"It's enough for me. Most employees usually can't take more than 30 minutes of this. This one lasted twice as long."
"Fine. We wouldn't wanna break him, anyway."
"Th-thahahahank yohohou." Ethan giggled and wheezed, trying to recover.
Never before had Mark and Tyler ever been thanked after a torture session before. The Boss gestured at the panting man, and Tyler walked over to release him from the cuffs.
Ethan immediately curled up into a giggling ball on the table. The two tormentors smiled at him before helping him stand and giving him his clothes.
"I still can't believe you liked that," Tyler chuckled, grinning as Ethan's blush returned. "I have never seen someone enjoy that, and we've tortured too many people in this fashion to count over the years."
Ethan cringed and bit his lip as he slid on his shirt, feeling worse by the minute. Tyler saw his distress and cocked his head to the side.
"You feel weird about it...don't you?"
"...Yeah."
"Don't," Mark chimed in. "That was really cute, and fun for all of us."
Ethan perked up at those words.
"Now get your shit together and look upset for the people out there. No one can know what kind of torture we do unless they've been here. So don't go blabbing."
Ethan nodded as he put on his final piece of clothing and started towards the door. The other two followed. Before he could grab the door handle, Tyler put a hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks for a good time, blueberry." The curly-haired man ruffled Ethan's hair and smirked at him.
Mark chuckled. "I'll have to remember the name Ethan Nestor."
"Thanks, Boss. Thanks, uh, Mr. Scheid."
"Mark and Tyler, to you." All three were smiling as the black-haired man corrected him. "But out there, yeah, stick to Mr. Scheid and Mr. Fishbach."
Mark threw open the door and pushed Ethan out, causing him to stumble and fall to his knees. "And don't go screwing up again!" Mark slammed the door shut and began walking down the hall to his office, Tyler in tow, but not before winking at Ethan with a simper.
Ethan rose to his feet, still weak from his torture (if he could even call it that). It was a punishment to everyone else, however, which was made apparent by a couple of nearby employees coming over to help him up once Mark and Tyler were out of sight.
"What was it like?"
"You look exhausted!"
"What happened in there?"
Ethan did his best to look upset when, in reality, he couldn't have been happier. The other employees were kind enough to help him back out to his cubicle, where Kathryn flocked to his aid as he sat down.
"Oh my god, Ethan! Are you okay? What did they do?"
"I'd rather not talk about it," Ethan muttered before turning to his computer. He stared at the equipment, which had been replaced in the time he had been gone for.
He had gotten to that room by making a stupid mistake. That room where he had had the time of his life and had made two new friends.
What was to stop him from making another "mistake"?
Septiplier - [Jacksepticeye x Markiplier] About Septiplier, I know it’s not an actual thing. It’s called fanFICTION for a reason. Just enjoy the story and its characters.
Summary: Mark’s scrolling through Twitter for questions for a reading your comments vid after coming out about Septiplier. One asks about if Jack’s ticklish so Mark has to investigate... for the fans! [WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]
I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! This one’s long. In my book long = better in most cases. LONG AND CUUUUUUUTE. I’m in a lee mood so I’m actually writing again. Like a lot. Also my god this is cute (at least to me) like for fucks sake i was blushing the whole way through writing this. aND ALSO I STILL SUCK AT TITLES
Mark scrolled through his twitter feed, looking for random questions to answer on his video. He randomly stopped on one tweet and saved it to edit into the video later. He grinned at the question. Ever since Mark and Jack came out about their relationship, a lot of questions asked about him. Mark didn’t really mind, in fact a lot of them were fun… like this one he had just stopped on.
“Hey so is Jack ticklish? And where? If you don’t know you should find out ;)”
Oh this was going to be fun.
Of course he knew that Jack’s right side was ticklish from his Reading Your Comments vid a while back, and he knew his underarm was ticklish from that time at vidcon. But besides that he didn’t really know.
Maybe he should find out? Could be fun!
Jack would probably never agree to it though.
That would just make things extra fun!
…
“Hey, Jack!” Mark called, waltzing into the kitchen.
“Yeah?” Jack stood for where he was on the couch.
“I was doing a reading your comments video and i need your help for one of the questions.”
“Kinda expected that after the whole coming out thing. What do you need?”
“Come one we gotta do this in the vr room.” Mark started walking towards the room, Jack following close behind.
“Why?”
“Has more space.”
“Why do we need space?”
“Lay down, you’ll see.”
Jack obliged, laying so the camera could see his body. Mark turned on the camera, smirking, knowing what was about to happen. He made his way back over to Jack and crouched down.
“You ready?”
“For…?”
“This!” Mark reached down and began wiggling his fingers at Jack’s tummy. The younger squealed and erupted into laughter.
“MARK! Whahahahat thehehe hehehell?!”
“The comment asked where you were ticklish! Gotta tickle you to find out don’t I?” Mark chuckled.
“Yohohohou bahahastard!” Jack giggled uncontrollably, curling in on himself and rolling onto his side. Mark slipped both his hands under his shirt to tickle his tummy though, switching between spidering and scratching which kept Jack in stitches. The Irishman tried to reach out and stop his hands but every time he did Mark maneuvered his hands towards his underarms causing his arms to come crashing down again.
“Tickle tickle tickle~”
“Sh-Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhup!” Jack’s face flooded with pink.
“Oh it does, does it?” Mark grinned hugely upon the new discovery. “So I see you have a very ticklish tummy,” Mark scribbled his fingers there for emphasis eliciting a squeal from the younger. “How about your cute wittle belly button?” Mark yanked Jack’s shirt up so he could nuzzle the navel with his prickly stubble. Jack’s laughter shot up about three octaves and quickly became more frantic.
“Not there? Well then how about… here?” Mark slid his hands over to Jack’s right side and began kneading into the sensitive skin. Immediately Jack shrieked and dissolved into loud, hearty laughter.
“MAHAHAHAHARK!”
“Jack!”
“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!”
“Not there either? Well you’re being really picky Jackaboy.” Mark huffed, not letting up on the tickling at all.
“PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“Fine I guess we’ll move on. I have to find all your tickle spots if I want to answer that question honestly, though. We don’t want to not fully answer a fan’s question do we?”
“FAHAHAHAHA!”
“I’ll take that as a no. So you should probably just tell me where your tickle spots are to make this easier.” Mark slowed down his tickling until he was just gently swirling a finger along his side. Jack was reduced to a puddle of giggles, unable to focus on anything other than the unbearable sensation tingling across his torso.
“Ihihi dohohon’t knohohow.”
“You seemed to know at least a bit in your reading your comments video. So that’s a lie.” Mark squeezed Jack’s right side using the man to squeal embarrassingly loud.
“Juhuhust myhyhy rihihight sihihide.”
“I doubt that’s it. In your video you said your underarms weren’t really ticklish, however…” Mark shoved his hands into Jack’s armpits and began scratching at the hollows.
“FAHAHACK!”
“That’s another lie!” Mark laughed. “Wanna tell me or do I get to do a bit of research?”
“Nohohowhehehere ehehelse!”
Mark sighed. “Your funeral.” The dark-haired male shot his hands to Jack’s exposed hips and drilled his thumbs into the hollows. The green-haired man howled with laughter and began thrashing with unmatched intensity. Mark moved so he was straddling his thighs.
“PLEHEHEHASE! TIHI-TIHIHICKLES!”
“What’s that? Please tickles? You want more tickles? I didn’t know you liked being tickled.” Mark meant it as a joke, he didn’t think anyone would actually enjoy it that much but Jack’s immediate reaction aroused some suspicion.
“IHIHI DOHOHO NAHAHAT!” He screeched as the pink in his face turned bright red. Mark toned down the tickling so he was softly kneading his hips in order to keep him in an unending state of giggles.
“You know what I just realized? I don’t think you’ve told me to stop this entire time.”
Oh his reaction was priceless. Jack’s eyes went wide and he froze aside from his giggling grin as he, as impossible as it seemed, went an even brighter red.
“Ihihih- ihi juhuhust- ihihit-“
Mark’s grin was comically wide as he realized that not only did Jack enjoy being tickled, which was perfect since he was so ticklish, but he was embarrassed about it too.
God this boy was so adorable.
Jack bit his lip and averted his eyes, far too flustered to make a coherent protest.
Mark awed at his boyfriend and began fluttering his fingers at Jack’s ribs to keep him giggling again.
“St- nohohoho…”
Even after he pointed it out Jack was still purposely avoiding the word 'stop’.
“If you like this so much I guess I shouldn’t stop so soon.” Mark scribbled his fingers at his ribs, listening to the glorious laughter it produced. Jack didn’t respond, he just surrendered to the tickling. “You wanna tell me your tickle spot now? I promise I’ll tickle you MORE if you tell me.” Mark sang, continuing to mercilessly scratch at Jack’s ribs as he waited for an answer.
“Ohohohokahay.”
Mark was surprised to hear Jack agree. He must have realized it was already obvious he liked it. “Let’s hear it. Do you have any other tickle spots?” Mark halted his tickling for the moment although the victim continued to giggle.
“Yeheheah. Wohohorse thahan myhyhy sihihide.”
“I find that hard to believe. Where is this tickle spot?”
“behehind my knehee.”
Mark smirked and turned around so he was facing Jack’s knees. He glanced back to see Jack leaning to the side smiling with excited eyes glued on Mark’s hands.
“You’re adorable you know that?”
“Sh-Shuhut uhuhup.”
“You really just want to be tickled~ That’s so cute~”
“Mahahark!” Jack covered his blushing face with his hands just before Mark dug into the sensitive flesh behind his knees.
Jack absolutely screamed.
Mark flinched at the new height of volume coming from the man underneath him. He was thrashing wildly as screams mixed with laughter filled the room. Mark stopped almost immediately, concerned he had gone too far and Jack almost instantly went limp. He turned back and smiled at the sight. Jack was panting with a bright blush all the way from his neck to his ears. Residual giggles were still spilling from the ginormous grin Jack wore. His hair was a disheveled mess from the thrashing.
He was utterly adorable.
“Ihihihi ahahaham nahahahat.” Jack weakly protested between pants, covering his blushing face once more.
Oops he must’ve said that aloud.
“Alright cutie. I think it’s time to stop.” Mark stood and offered a hand to the exhausted Irishman.
“Ihihi guehehess…” Jack accepted the hand and was lifted off the ground. The two departed from the recording room, completely forgetting the video being recorded.
