#robbie fics

[robbie-lee-zombie]

Smile For Me!

Little!Jackie is trying to fix a toy Anti accidentally broke (yes accidentally) and when he can’t fix it, Marvin swoops in to cheer him up! @magicleemarvlerous @jackleeboy-man (Ironically the little/daddy stuff is switched- but this isn’t actual ddlg, it’s just mini/chibi/children- <3) NOTE: PART OF THE WORDS/LINES ARE INSPIRATION FROM @thetickleeraven ‘s STORY OF UNDERTALE BROTHERS WHERE PAPPY CAME HOME HURT (FORGOT THE NAME) SO PLEASE GIVE HER LOVE <3

Jackie whimpered, wiping his eyes over and over as he couldn’t stop crying. He was sitting in the middle of his room, trying to fix a paddle that Anti had accidentally broke. The string was connected to the paddle, the ball to the other end, but the string was torn. He’d tried taping, gluing, even just holding it together or tying it in a not. It didn’t work. He was starting to want to give up. He really loved this toy because watching it bounce was entertaining. Jackie stares down at the toy with his arms around his knees, biting his lip to stop his tears. Marvin heard the faint sound of whimpering as he walked down the halls, instantly becoming concerned as he recognized who’s voice it was. “Jackie??” Marvin calls out, concerned. When he heard a few sniffles coming from Jackie’s closed door, he knew it was him. Marvin knocked softly on the door, waiting for his little superhero to open it, but he didn’t. Marvin pouted, annoyed, being a kid, that he didn’t get his answer straight away, but when he opened the door, his heart sank. Jackie in a ball on the floor, whimpering. “Jackie...” Jackie looks up at Marvin, sniffling and wiping his eyes. “H-Hey, Marv!” “What happened?” “I-I let Anti borrow my paddle and he r-returned it broken. I know it’s not his fault, I-I just don’t know how to fix it! I tried everything!” Jackie knew it was just a toy, but he’d always been the hero. Fixing problems, mending things broken, and this little stump as a kid kinda threw him off track. He wasn’t his bubbly and heroic self. Marvin can’t have that, now can he? Marvin grabs Jackie by the shoulders and makes him look at him. “Now you listen here, mister!” He starts. “I will use a magic spell to fix it! But we will worry about that later! Right now, I need you to smile for me okay? So I know for a fact you’re happy!” He smiles at him, showing him what he’s wanting. Jackie sniffles one more time, mustering a weak smile from his crying. Marvin squints at him, observing for a few moments, until he shook his head, crossing his arms. “Not good enough! I need you to REALLY smile! Really and truly!” Jackie pouted a little. “I don’t think that Jackieboy can smile right now...” “I think Jackieboy can!” Jackie snickered a little, a smile starting to show. “See?! The great Jackieboy can!!” Jackie giggles, rolling his eyes at his magician of a best buddy. Sure, he’s a kid, but he trusted Marvin more than any of the others around here! “Come on, the great Jackie can laugh way more than that!” Marvin started poking at his belly and sides, grinning when he curled and giggled cutely. He knew this was the perfect way to cheer up the sad hero. “Nohohoho! Maharvyhy!” Squeaky giggles escaped from the red cape wearing boy. Since he never got a suit for real, he’d wear his pajamas and a cape and a mask. He loved it, because Marvin made the mask so they’d almost match! “Aw, what’s wrong? I’m barely doing anything!~” Marvin teases, watching as Jackie’s cheeks turn a soft pink shade. He threw his head to the side with a snort as he felt two hands creep under his shirt, spidering his belly. “NAHAHA! MAHARVY QUIHIT IHIT!” “I’m not Marvin! I’m the tickle monster!!~” He dives in, nibbling at his neck, spidering at his ribs and sides, watching as Jackie squirmed and laughed out loud. He loves how giggly he gets, he loves how blushy he gets, and he loooooves how much he never asks for it to stop. Jackie would go ‘Quit it!’ or ‘Cut it out!’ but never actual ‘Stop!’ because he thought if he said it, it’d actually end. He liked it though. He likes the contact, the feeling, being all embarrassed with someone he trusts. “Coochie coochie coo, Jack-Jack!~” Marvin smirks when his cheeks turned red. “NAHAHA! SHUHUSH IHIT!” Marvin gasps at that. “How DARE you?! Here I am trying to be a good buddy and you tell me to shush it?! What kind of friendship is that??” He pretends to be offended, flipping his hair. “Now I gotta punish you! I’m pretty lazy, but it’s worth it!~” Marvin bends down, lifting his shirt up to his ribs and placing his lips above his navel. “Final words, hero?~” “S-Sohohorry?” “Well, apology accepted, but I’m still gonna do it!~” Marvin blows a raspberry right on his navel, his tongue dipping in a few times as he spiders into his very ticklish underarms. Jackie squeals and howls in boisterous, childish laughter. “NAHAHAHAHA!! MAHAHAHRV FAHAHAHAHAHACK!!” It was common knowledge each ego knew at least one swear word since birth. Mostly from either Dark, Wilford, or even Anti. Some of them avoided it, but at a time like this, being tickled out of your mind? Who could help that?? “Coochie coochie coo, Jackie!~ Aw, are you really gonna be taken down by a liiittle tickling?!~ Such a ticklish little boy!~” “WEHEHE’RE THE SAHAME AHAHAGE DOHOHOOFUS!” “Don’t use logic with me!” He blew another raspberry, throwing him back into hysterics. After a little bit, he hears his laughter fall close to silent, and he immediately stopped in fear he’d taken it too far. Marvin gets off him, still looming over Jackie’s body to make sure he’s doing alright. To no surprise, he was doing just fine. His eyes sparkled, his smile still showing, his cheeks still a little red and his body twitching. Also known as, in the words of Marvin, adorable. As usual. Marvin places a kiss to Jackie’s nose, smiling in return. “Is my hero all better?” “Much better!” He giggles, pulling Marvin down to the floor beside him on the rug of the room. Marvin and Jackie chatted, practiced childish magic tricks, played fairy tales and hero saves damsel in distress. Soon enough, falling asleep after a long day of having fun. The toy did get fixed, but if Jackie had Marvin, what more did he need?

[robbie-lee-zombie]

Stop Stressing Out!

A Markiplier Ego Tickle Fanfic!

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Mushy teases of friendship mess, Lee mood incoming Pairing: Host x Dr. Iplier (Platonic)

Tags: @thehostofleetrature

22. “Was that a giggle?”

A peaceful day has rolled into the Markiplier sanctuary. A day where no one was stressing out, no Markiplier to control or talk to, just a niiice day for all the Egos to sit and relax. Well... All but one.

The Host, a blind and sophisticated, yet adorable, man had been overworking himself with paperwork. Memorizing book after book, trying to study more knowledge. He didn’t completely have a reason, or a specific study.

The Host had been very very very very very- Ahem. Very Stressed.

Dr. Iplier had strolled into the library, humming a soft tune with his hands behind his back, lab coat abandoned in the living room where he had been for a while. Though he was looking for a book to read to pass the time.

He overhears a loud slam of a book as it was closed, hearing another million pages being flipped through. He quirks his eyebrow and took a few steps down the long hall that enters the museum of books, finding the source. A stressed out, seemingly sleep deprived, Host.

The doctor took a few steps closer, tapping the man on the shoulder.

“Host..?”

Said man flinched to an upright position with his back straight, arms raised half way in defense. Until he saw Iplier, and he slowly eased again.

“Oh.. it’s just you, Doctor.” He went back to reading.

“Everything... going okay?”

“The Host... The Host..” He trails off a moment. “..The Host isn’t doing great.”

Iplier’s heart broke at the sight. Host was a hard worker, he’d never failed a task, he remembers everything he’s told, and he always gets his job done on time when needed, if not earlier. So seeing him so... uncharacteristic, had made Iplier concerned.

“What’s this all about?” Iplier motions to the books scattered around the table, causing a deep sigh from The Host.

“..Mark has been getting into some... Interesting situations. The Host has been trying to find the cause in his memories, and subconscious, to find the answers on his behavior. Sad to say, no luck.”

So that’s why he’d been so tired recently. Knowing Host, if he has his mind set, he’s not going down without some sort of fight. Anti and Dark once had to drag him to bed because he was stress eating, Jims had to drag him away from a project to have a big water fight to loosen up.

Host usually just gives in after a while. Doctor Iplier taps his chin for a moment before he helps Host stand up.

“Well, we can worry about Mark’s bullshit later! Right now, you need to go rest. Take a nap on the couch, or a whole sleep in bed until dinner even!” He encouraged.

The Host, as expected, declined. “The Host mustn’t stop his research. Finding an answer is the priority.”

“No, your health is a priority! First priority! Now come on!”

The Doctor pushes at the Host’s back, trying to get him to walk. Host had stayed in place no matter what the Doc did.  What can he do to get him to rest?? This was an unfair match...

A shrill squeak broke Iplier from his thoughts as he tilted his head, moving his hands away from the Host’s shoulders. Host had moved his hands up in a curled position, hands in his pits of protection with a bite of his lip.

“... Was that a giggle?” Iplier quirks, seeming intrigued.

Host bit his lip harder. He knew he isn’t allowed to lie, and knowing Doccy Ip, you don’t want to lie to him. The Host looked to the side, slowly nodding his head.

Iplier glances at his own hands for a moment, and then at where Host was protecting. The idea clicked in his brain, earning a wide smirk, almost predator like, across his face.

“Now, Host... Sweet.. Innocent... Adooorable Host...” Iplier mumbles through a purred breath as he circles the embarrassed man in observation. “I think that a little giggle isn’t quite... enough, to get you to bed.”

He paused. Host didn’t like where this was going... did he?? No.. he did. He loved it. He knows exactly what was going to happen. It happens all the time with Egos, and just the thought of all the nimble fingers across his skin, the thought of feathers dancing at his ribs and navel, it just made his heart skip a beat!

“I know just the treatment for you today~”

He coos, now behind Host, squeezing his sides and starting to slowly knead his ribs as he talked.

“Wouldn’t you agree?~”

“NOHO! Gehehet ohohoff!!”

Host squeals, curling in on himself as he broke into a squeaky giggly fit. He writhes side to side in Iplier’s hold, but other than that he didn’t do much to stop it.

Iplier seemed to notice, so he did as he was advised, and kept going. Tickling all up and down his ticklish little ribs, his sides, squeezing his hips as he hears the man cackle and laugh.

“DOHOCTOHOHOR!” He snorts, which just made a bright red and rose colored blush spread across his face.

“Yes, Hosty?~”

“DOHONT CAHAHALL ME THAHAT!”

He broke his whole, ‘No first person P.o.V.’ thing, snorting once again as he found his unbearably ticklish underarms like before. Iplier just found the whole thing too sweet to handle, and he dove in to nibble along his ticklish and tasty ears.

“NOM NOM NOM!”

“NAHAHAHAHA!! DOHOHOCTOHOR!”

His knees buckle, but the Doctor held strong, skittering his fingers all along his little adorable and ticklish belly.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!”

“Oops~” Iplier snickers, seems he said that out loud. Oh well, it made his blush even darker, so it’s a victory none the less! When he hears the Host shriek though, he pauses and slows so he can see where he wandered.

His adorable and very sensitive little belly button, apparently, just so happened, to be the very spot.

“NAHAT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEASE!” Even though it’s not as torturous, he could still feel all the tingles and ghosty fingers along his nerve racked skin, which just made the thought of it continuing earn a jump from him.

“...Depends. Are you tired yet? Will you go to bed now?”

The sophisticated man bit his lip to avoid giggling again, as he looks away bashfully. He was enjoying himself... so he didn’t answer, also known as, ‘NO! SCREW THAT! TICKLE THE FUCK OUT OF ME AGAIN!’ without opening your mouth.

“... Guess not. Oh well.” Iplier shrugs, digging in with all five fingers along his poor little belly button, which just made him howl in laughter.

He squeals, snorts, cackles, shrieks, and laughs his little and sweet heart out.

“NOHOHOHOHO!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!! FAHAHAHA!” Host was starting to lose a bit of his strength as he was now just accepting his fate, but the Doc wasn’t done juuust yet.

“One more thing, and I promise, I’ll stop!”

He leans down, lifts his shirt, and blows a big sloppy raspberry along the center of his belly.

If Host wasn’t dead earlier, he was certainly dead now. His voice became hoarse from all his laughing, he was sure that people’d heard him from another home on the block.

But after another large couple of raspberries, Iplier kept his word, and let up until he was cradling Host in his arms like a newly wed couple, watching him recover.

Host curled up in his arms, face buried into Iplier’s chest as he giggly hummed his way back to sanity. His blush didn’t leave him alone too much, but he could handle it.

Iplier purrs at the sight. “So delicate and adorable.” He states, carrying Host to the couch.

Iplier sets Host down, covering him in a blanket as he passed out just hitting the pillow, a smile on the content man’s face. Iplier smiles softly himself, grabbing his lab coat, and heading to his own room.

Tomorrow was another day of researching about Mark.

[robbie-lee-zombie]

Dark The Dad

Alrighty! Back at the stories! This wasn’t a request, but it involves @anti-switch-glitch and @darklespark-ler and slight @magicleemarvlerous (Since he’s mentioned :3 love you Marvy!) Also Marvin mentioned since if this goes well and people like it, Robbie might write a sequel of Dark’s vengeance or Anti’s vengeance (or both ;3)

Anyways! Let’s get started! Enjoy!

Oh. Oh this was priceless.

It was so ironic. It was so cheesy. It was so... unbelievable, that it just had to be true. Dark was just minding his own business as he heard a loud bang come from one of the egos’ rooms. He rushed down the halls, finding smoke coming out from under the door.

Marvin’s Room. Obviously. He’s a magician, and not all spells go as planned, so this happened at times.

Dark knocks on the door, curious as to what had happened. When the door opened, Marvin was covered in.. glitter? The hell? Marvin grins sheepishly at Dark.

“H-Heeeeey, Dark! What brings you here?”

Innocence isn’t getting you anywhere in this one, Marvin. Dark crosses his arms, looking Marvin up and down like a scanner. Nervous stature, sheepish smile, covered in fucking glitter.

“I wanna know what you did. A loud bang rang through the home, I’m surprised Jackie isn’t here to clean up your mess thinking a villain broke in.” Marvin pokes his fingers together in the doorway, glancing to the side. “So, what did you do this time?” “Darky!!” A squeaky voice came from inside the room. The next thing either of them knew, a small boy with one blue eye, one green, green hair and a slightly oversized shirt came out from under Marvin’s legs and in front of both of them. He seems around 4 years old.

Anti. The baby was Anti.

Oh this was priceless. Dark was so going to tease him about this when he’s old enough to be a flustered bastard again, but for now, he just looked back up at Marvin, eyebrow now raised.

“I suppose this is yours?”

“S-Sort of! I was testing a potion that could help people reduce their age! More so help them stay HEALTHY instead of stay YOUNG. But...”

The magician gestures to the baby.

“This happened.”

Dark gives a soft sigh. He knew Marvin meant well. He picked up Anti in his arms, seeing that bright smile on the kid’s face just warmed his dark and gloomy heart. No pun intended.

The infant reached up at Dark’s face with grabby hands, giggly as ever, squishing the fancy man’s cheeks. Dark gave an un-amused expression. Marvin snickered behind a hand.

“Ihi need to make an antidote, but I can’t work with him fiddling around in my room! Can you watch him for me? Please?”

Marvin pokes out his lip, pouting like a puppy. The kid is only 4. What’s the worst that could happen?

To wrap it up, Dark’s now in the living room with the kid, watching him snuggle stuffed animals, color messily in a book, and sometimes even jump on the couch. The kid bounces into Dark’s lap, arms up like a ‘Y’.

“Play! Play!”

He giggles. Dark glances down at the infant before looking back at the TV. Nothing entertaining was on the show, so he just glances back down at the child, giving in.

“Fine. What do you wanna play?”

Anti smiled brightly when he was being listened to.

“Tickle Monster!” He cheered.

Dark stares at him. Oh this was just precious. It was still going to be his whole ‘never letting Anti live this down’ scheme, but this? This just put icing on the cake.

Anti. A glitch. Someone totally evil and scary to most. Wanted to play tickle monster.

Dark felt himself grow a smirk on his face, already having a strategy.

“Alright then. Go hide, little one, or the tickle monster will find you faster~”

Anti giggles and runs off down a random hallway, seeming more like he’s waddling, since baby legs aren’t the fastest. Dark chuckles softly, counting to 5 in his head, before he stood up and walked after him.

Hearing the pitter patter of little feet up and down the hallway, already knowing where Anti was headed. Dark was sneaky though. He felt a sudden urge to actually catch him. An urge to actually... play with him. Not just fuel the kid’s wish.

Dark was creeping down the halls, tiptoeing like in those child cartoons Anti was watching. He leans against the wall, silent as a mouse, until he saw Anti run past that corner. He reaches out and grabs him.

“Gotcha!”

Anti squeals. He kicks his feet, giggling loudly and squirming to get out of his arms. Being a child, they didn’t really have any shame in what they said or wanted.

“Noho! Tihickle monster cahaught me!”

“Yes he did! Now the tickle monster’s gonna eat up little rascals like you!~”

Dark started making exaggerated nomming sounds on the child’s neck, spidering into his sides. Anti squeals and laughs loudly, even the slightest touch making him giggle.

“NOHOHOHO! TIHICKLE MOHOHONSTER!”

Dark moves to whisper small teases into the kid’s ear.

“Coochie coochie coochie coo, little one~”

“NOHOHOHO! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!” He squeaks.

“That’s the idea! Isn’t that what you wanted?~”

“YEHEHES!”

“Are you having fun?~”

“YEHEHES!!”

Dark couldn’t help laughing to himself. Anti was the cutest as a 4 year old! Where did this whole parental side of Dark come from?! He’d never felt this... happy? No, he’s felt happy. He never felt... more free. More responsible.

“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!”

The squeals and laughs of the infant broke Dark from his thoughts as he saw where his hands had wandered. His navel.

“Aw, does the wittle Anti have a tickwish little bewwy button?~”

Anti couldn’t even answer him, too giggly and happy to even try. He’s not gonna protest something he loves! Besides, it’s true, so being 4, he just went with it. Dark eventually got bored with that spot and wandered downwards to his little knees, softly pinching and hearing the kid snort was music to his ears.

Dark wanders even further down, noticing he doesn’t have any shoes from when he was turned little. He traces one finger up the small sole, which one finger would be like 10 to fit the size and sensitivity of the child.

He tries to crawl away nervously.

“Noho! Ahanywhere but my feet! Ihi’ll die!!”

Dark smirks even wider, tilting his head at the kid with a low growl.

“You’ll die happy.~”

And with that, the kid shrieked. At most, 3 fingers for each foot could fit and softly spider each sole while baby Anti squeals and thrashes from side to side. His small belly going up and down, filled with happy giggles, his small eyes squeezed shut as a brilliant blush started to coat his cheeks. His pointy ears even tipping green.

The whole thing actually made Dark’s heart melt. When he heard the child go a little bit less frantic, seeing his strength going down, he decided to have some mercy. He slows his fingers to a stop, watching as the child breathed in air greedily to catch his breath.

It was a pretty fast recovery, since he wasn’t merciless on the poor infant.

Anti sits up, arms raised above his head like two fist bumps to the air of victory.

“Ahagain! Again again!!” His smile bright and wide, until he yawned.

“No, not again. Time for a nap.~” He picks Anti up in his arms, heading back to the couch, and by the time Dark was back to sitting, Anti was fast asleep, clinging onto Dark’s suit. Dark lays down gently to not wake him, drifting to sleep as well.

BONUS

By the time Marvin finished his potion to turn Anti normal, he wandered out of his room in search of them. He heard snoring as he entered the living room.

Dark on the couch with a now, back to normal, Anti on his chest, still cuddling him like a koala.

Marvin grins, snapping a photo, and wandering back to his room, saving the potion for when it was needed in the future. If ever.