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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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SUMMARY | the jims needed an extra set guy and you owed them a favor

PAIRING | jim x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | n/a

WORD COUNT | 756 words

AUTHOR NOTES | first markiplier related fic ive done in a hot minute

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You could already feel your shoulder bruising under the weight of the camera.

Bobbing and weaving throughout this giant mansion wasn't how you planned on spending your weekend. Under different circumstances you'd probably be sitting in your small little apartment right now, kicking your feet up with a glass of wine or beer while binge watching tv shows.

But of course what were you to expect at this point. You? Having a normal weekend? Not when you had friends like this.

The Jim's were fairly chaotic people. Spending their entire life savings on cameras and a crew, somehow getting it aired on a channel run by a man with a pink mustache, and even recording them committing various crimes just to get some footage. But still, you had been a friend of sorts with them ever since you could remember. Maybe it was your habit of attracting crazy people that made it happen, but you had a feeling the friendship would have found another way into your life no matter what. Funny things like that tended to happen with you. It definitely managed to keep lige interesting though that's for sure.

"Jim!" You stopped in your momentary chase, whispering not so quietly to the raven haired man currently several feet in front of you. The hallway was dark enough to where you felt comfortable being hidden in the shadows, not trusting the other brightly lit rooms in this never ending mansion.

"Yeah?" Two people responded to you at once, voices identical. You would never get used to that. Years into knowing them and you still hadn't given them any sort of speperate nickname to seperate them.

"No not you Jim, that Jim!"

"Me?"

"The—the one in front of me!" You groaned, albeit no real frustration behind it. "With the blue shirt!"

"Oh yeah!" Jim, the one in front not behind, scrambled back to you, hair mussed up and eyes wide with curiosity. Just like they always were. "What's up (Y/n)!"

"Are we even supposed to he here? I mean—" You grunted, adjusting the camera resting on the tip of your shoulder while managing not to drop it. "—I know you guys have a habit of trespassing, but I'd rather not be next in line for when you get tried at court. Should we really be doing this?"

"No! We shouldn't! Not at all." He smiled happily. "Now come on (Y/n), we've got to go before any of our rival news crews get to the crime scene first!"

You almost tripped on your own feet, reaching out to stop him by tugging on the sleve of his button up with a suprised sound bubbling out of you.

"Wait what!? Crime scene? Trespassing? And you two don't have any rival news crews, Jim!! Because you two are the only people crazy enough to pull something off like this!"

"They are right." The second Jim said from behind you, although you recognized their tone of voice as proud rather than in agreement to what you were saying. Something you frowned at lightly.

Jim number one sighed, bringing a hand down on your shoulder with a clap and shaking his head.

"We've entrusted you with a great responsibility (Y/n)." He uttered like a mentor, giving their apprentice a deepfully meaningful speech instead of an overly eccentric reporter pushing his best friend into follwoing him through a strangers house. "You have the task of carrying our very best camera! Surely you won't give up that opportunity!"

You just stared at him blandly. Making it very clear that you would and could give it up.

"Plus you owe us for that one night we saw you in the closet with Illinois."

By the time his words had already caught up to you, both Jim's were sprinting off in the opposite direction of you, paces increasing once they heard your angry shouts chasing after them.

It was only untill all three of you had been caught by the owner of the house and shoved into the back of a local cop car did any of the Jim's risk speaking to you and your crossed arms, glaring at both of them grumpily.

"At least we got a good shot—"

"Shut up before I persecute you two in court myself."

#jim x reader #jim #the jims #jims #markiplier #markiplier ego x reader #markiplier egos x reader #markiplier ego #markiplier egos #egos #egos x reader #x reader #one shot

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chilioileggs · 1 year

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goodnight to tormented sea captains, daddy issue girlies, guys who would choose their wives over their children, betrayed comrades, undercut havers, class traitors, toxic grindr gays, cheek kissers, family's black sheep, pregnant women, businesswomen, mommy issue girlies and ripped stokers

#1899 #txt #jims #thoughts and feelins ab them today #tmr? who knows

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holymusicalmothman · 2 years

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You’re a Flirt Illinois x Reader

This was a request from @creat0r-cat

You sent me a request on Monday and I didn’t check my Tumblr for a few days so oopise! Sorry about that! Also, my aro/ace ass completely lost the plot and for that I apologize. But, I got excited and cranked this out in a few hours, and it’s now 3 am. I hope that, even if it’s not the fic you were aiming for, it’s at the very least amusing and the cameos and references keep everyone entertained!

The request was for a female reader, but this actually wound up coming out without pronouns, so it’s totes Gender Neutral

Word Count: 1.2k

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“Come on, it could be fun. We could have an adventure! Maybe fall in love!”

It had been a few years since you had been told those words. Granted, you remembered it perfectly.

The heist you had been on. The way you had wound up in the temple tunnel system. Meeting Illinois. Ditching Mark–granted, while you admit that hadn’t been kind, something in your mind said that he deserved it. That thought probably stemmed from getting dragged around on his stupid heist.

Mark had done a lot of things that rubbed your brain wrong. Almost as if he had done something in the past that you couldn’t quite remember.

Either way, you had been glad to be rid of him. You had much better adventures now! Illinois was a much better adventure partner.

Except for one tiny detail.

Illinois was a huge flirt.

You had been on adventure after adventure with him. An inseparable pair since you both discovered the monkey heaven. You had gotten the feeling that he was a flirt when you first met him, but it never bugged you when he flirted with you. You had liked the attention. Plus he always seemed to pay a little extra attention to you. It always seemed more genuine.

Like he felt something for you.

And you clung to that. The hope that the dashing, devil-may-care adventurer felt something stronger than the everyday run of the mill platonic affection for you.

But that hope had dwindled over the years.

And as you sat in some strange diner and listened to Illinois flirt with the bright haired waitress, you wondered if you had been reading into everything. If you had read into his flirty personality. Or, god forbid, you had been friend zoned and were just too dumb to realize it.

"And it was such a strange place!" He was recounting the most recent of your adventures. "The entire temple was ice cold, and made of metal! I did find a sarcophagus with quite the lovely and/or handsome mummy! Granted, we were busy working on an escape so I didn't have time for it's ancient curses and I left it be."

You remembered that. The entire situation had made your head hurt. That had been why you two had been looking for an escape. You had refused to look at the mummy, the entire ordeal had only made you feel like you used to when you were around Mark: like there was something happening, but you weren't supposed to know about it. A real migraine.

The waitress looked disappointed at the fact that there was no fun mummy story to be heard. She shot what looked like an annoyed glance in your direction. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention to your food, something called a Warfstache Deluxe Sandwich. The name had gotten your attention, and, for some reason, the sandwich itself was on pink bread and shaped like a mustache. You decided not to ask and ate it anyways.

You tuned out Illinois' conversation as you ate, you had grown used to ignoring his constant flirting with anything that had legs.

You jolted to attention to the sound of your name. Illinois was looking at you, mild concern etched into his features.

"You doin' alright there, honey?" He had that smile on his face. The smile that was somewhere between a smirk and a grin.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Illinois." You forced a smile. You briefly wondered how long he had been trying to get your attention.

"How's the head?"

"Good. Food helped." You gestured to your almost gone sandwich.

Illinois nodded, satisfied with the answer. He grabbed a napkin and started to draw out what looked like a map. You watched on with a curiosity. You had become accustomed to his eccentric ways and knew he would tell you the purpose in a moment.

"So," he began once he finished drawing. "The waitress told me about a journal where whatever is written in it has to happen. It's currently in the possession of some author with a weird obsession with mysteries. Honestly, that's too much power for one man. Sort of thing that should be in a museum, or destroyed, don't'cha think? Who knows what could happen if something like that got into the wrong hands."

Well, that hadn't been in the plans at all. After the failed adventure on the frozen temple, Illinois had promised that the next adventure would be to follow up rumors of some mystical potato salad that held the answers to the universe and was guarded by an advanced automaton. But apparently, that wasn't happening.

A weird feeling passed through you. Exhaustion? Annoyance? You couldn't tell.

"Alright." Your words were clipped, an angry edge to them. "Well, you two have fun then."

Illinois had obvious confusion written across his features.

"You. And her. On your adventure." You stood.

He opened and shut his mouth repeatedly, as if searching for words he couldn't find.

You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves. "I like you, Illinois. A lot. So I have grin and beared when you flirt with anyone and everyone. But throwing out an adventure you promised me for a suggestion from a waitress you've only known for an hour is too much. So have fun looking for your journal. I'm out."

And before he could argue, you turned on your heel and left the diner.

A few weeks had gone by. Due to the fact you weren't adventuring with Illinois, you had to pick up another job. There weren't many options, there was no way you were going to reach out to Mark, so you wound up working for a pair of eccentric twin reporters--the Jims as they called themselves. Although sometimes you swore there were more than two of them.

But they paid you weirdly well and didn't have you do much more than bring them the oddest coffee orders, so you didn't complain much.

But, boy oh boy, did you miss Illinois and his adventures. A part of you kept hoping he would show up and sweep you off your feet with that smile of his.

You hadn't realized how much it had all meant to you until the frustration and anger had worn off. The Jims had even commented on your sudden forlornness. They went so far as to even suggest that you go look for the "man with the snappy rope" as they called him.

But Illinois didn't want you. That much was clear.

Or so you thought.

It had been a few days after the talk about the "snappy rope man". You had walked into the TV station with yet another absurd coffee order, only for yelling to be heard.

Granted it wasn't uncommon. There was often the distant sound of yelling throughout the building. The Jims said it was simply a crazed talk show host and not to worry about that. But you had yet to hear the yelling in your usual area of the station.

"Tell me where they are!" Someone was yelling.

"Drop the shooty and get off the table! Jim and I don't care if you're the snappy rope man or not! Right, Jim?"

"Right, Jim! Besides that's not the shooty table, it's the snack table! Now get down!"

You sighed and walked further into the room, that way you'd be able to see what was actually going on.

Only to find Illinois standing on a table with his whip in one hand and a gun in the other.

His eyes caught yours from across the room and a smile stretched across both your faces.

They say a smile can speak a thousand words, but this one radiated love and yet begged for forgiveness.

And, somehow, you knew that all was going to be right in the world again.

#markiplier #markiplier x reader #illinois #illinois x reader #Wilford Warfstache #jims #In Space With Markiplier #a heist with markiplier #ISWM #iswm spoilers #AHWM #thismothwrites

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alephnol · 6 months

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what do baby jims look like?

Lil guys

#rambles #everyone #ask blog #Jims

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kingofbr00klyn · 2 years

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As far as I know an Invincible III has been mentioned twice in ISWM part 2

First that I found was with the Jims on the news bar thingy and the second

Here on Old Man Mark’s newspaper. ‘Invincible III: Third times’s the charm?’

👀

#probably thinking too much into this but potential hint for a new project 👀#mark did say in the premier chat that he had other projects planned/thought if #*of #👀👀👀#in space with markiplier spoliers #in space with markiplier part 2 spoilers #in space with markiplier #in space with markiplier part 2 #iswm part 2 spoilers #iswm spoilers #iswm #old man mark #jims #jim news #markiplier #shut up connor

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derangedalien · 5 months

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theres something ab ~2018 jimmy that makes me insane

#hes so. i need to get him pregnant #or vise versa idm #jims #alien yells

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franklyshipping · 2 years

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Father To Us All ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

WOOOO THIS FIC IS FROM A JAZZY ANON PROMPT, AND IT’S TIME TO SEE A JAZZY DAD AND SOME JAZZY JIMS! LET’S DO THIS!

Chase Brody was in a mood. He was wandering around the manor with eyes darting, fingers twitching, and with a smile in place that was just waiting to curl into a teasing smirk. Chase Brody was in a ler mood, and he was on the hunt for someone to make giggle, blush and squeal until sunset. He just wanted to make someone happy by teasing them, playing with their worst spots, and then cuddle the hell out of them afterwards with a nice home-cooked meal. He was keeping his eyes and ears attuned to his surroundings, when he suddenly heard a pair of loud, frantic voices. Curious, he followed the sounds. He came to one of the living rooms and grinned at what he saw; a pair of Jims, Camera Jim and Reporter Jim to be precise.

Camera Jim was tussling with his little brother, both of them giggling as they grappled and rolled about on the carpet. Chase smiled fondly at the sight, because it reminded him distinctly of his kids. More and more often he would find them playfully wrestling or having tickly pillow fights when they had too much energy (usually because he had caved half an hour earlier and given them sugar). Then, Chase smirked, remembering what he would do to help tire out his rambunctious kids. His smirk broadened as he refocused on the Jims. He had found his tickle victims of the day. He strode up to them casually, grinning as he spoke.

‘And what exactly is going on here?’

‘THE ANCIENT WAR OF JIM!’

Camera Jim proclaimed, making Reporter Jim snort and burst into bright giggles; Chase’s grin widened with both amusement and confusion.

‘… the ancient war of Jim?’

‘Yes the ancient war of Jim! Where Jim-folk siblings tussle for honour and GLORY!’

Reporter Jim laughed even harder now as Camera Jim looked at Chase, hair wildly strewn across his forehead, whilst his eyes were wide. What had actually happened, was that Camera Jim had drunk a litre of iced caramel latte in under a minute because he thought it was a caramel milkshake; thus, here were the consequences. Chase thought they were both adorable, chuckling as he thought how he really should have expected something utterly silly where the Jims were concerned. He settled his fists on his hips in his best fatherly stance as he spoke.

‘Well ah, just so you guys know you are being a little loud–’

‘LOUD?! This is the regular volume of Jim! Anything quieter would be insanity!’

Camera Jim replied, affronted, which made Chase raise an amused eyebrow.

‘Is that right?’

Camera Jim nodded, before rolling his eyes with a soft huff as he looked back down at his giddy little brother. He then mumbled cheekily under his breath, because he didn’t think for a moment that being cheeky with Chase Brody would bring any consequences.

‘Un-cultured non-Jim…’

Oh how wrong he was. Chase narrowed his eyes, his voice softening as he replied.

‘Excuse me?’

Camera Jim snorted, not intimidated… yet. Meanwhile Reporter Jim was encased by a new fit of giggles, which made Chase give him his attention as he spoke.

‘You think your brother back-talking me is funny do you?’

Reporter Jim beamed, giggling even harder as he shrugged cutely, again not thinking Chase was a threat.

‘Mahaybe.’

That did it. That was the excuse Chase needed not just to get Camera Jim, but Reporter Jim too. He was going to enjoy this. His expression morphed into one of deep mischief, and his voice lowered as he replied.

‘What a pair of rowdy kids you are.’

Before either Jim could react, Chase had launched himself at them. There’s something about being in a huge ler mood that gives you a lot of extra strength, like it’s own special brand of adrenaline. With the Jims being off-guard too, it meant Chase had no trouble getting the two Jims on their backs and sitting on their legs, effectively pinning them both. Their arms were free, but luckily for Chase the Jims were notorious for their awful hand-eye co-ordination, so he was safe on that front. Reporter Jim was red-faced with embarrassment, squirming and wondering what Chase was going to do, whilst Camera Jim had never been more offended in all his life!

‘Wha-hey! We’re not kids! We’re fully grown Jims!’

Chase chuckled, rolling up his sleeves just past his elbows as his gaze flicked between the brothers.

‘Sassy too? Dear oh dear… what on earth should I do with you both?’

‘L-Let us go?’

Reporter Jim said meekly because, unlike his older brother, he realised just how vulnerable Chase had them. Chase smiled fondly down at him, and decided to playfully lean down over the brothers; he was looming, and now even Camera Jim was starting to get a little nervous.

‘Hmm, you see I’m not sure about that. All this energy of yours worries me… makes me think you might go and cause trouble.’

They both gulped. Reporter Jim’s heart was pounding, and Camera Jim had goose-bumps all over. Neither of them had seen Chase be this intimidating before, he was just as spooky as Anti or even Dark right now! Chase relished in it, loving being able to build up the anticipation like this. But now, it was time for the main event. He leant up, sighed, and grinned.

‘So I think, just to be on the safe side, you need someone to tucker you out… with a nice bit of tickling.’

Blushes bloomed across the cheeks of both Jims as their eyes widened, because they were very aware of how terribly ticklish they both were. They were screwed. The two brothers immediately started to babble and beg as Chase teasingly raised his hands in front of them, but no amount of pleading was going to stop Chase now. He made his hands into claw shapes, and used one on each Jim, tickling their bellies ruthlessly. The brothers squealed and burst into peals of instant laughter, arching their backs as their arms flailed around them.

‘NAHAHA CHAHAHAASE!’

‘GEHET OHOFF GEHEHET OHOOOFF!’

Chase giggled at Reporter and Camera Jim’s exclamations, smirking at how neither of them even thought to try and fight him off with their hands. Reporter Jim’s laughter was high-pitched and filled with squeaks, reminding Chase a lot of Robbie or Oliver’s laughter. Meanwhile Camera Jim’s mirth was deeper and more cackly, far more reminiscent of Shawn’s or Dark’s. Both their laughter's were beautiful to listen to, and made Chase’s inner ler even happier and excited.

‘Aww look how ticklish you boys are on your cute little bellies!’

Camera Jim’s face scrunched up with embarrassment as Reporter Jim hid his face in his hands, the younger brother squealing and babbling his heart out.

‘NOHOHO DOHON’T SAHAY THAHAT DOHON’T SAHAY THAHAT!’

Chase loved how his teasing affected the younger sibling, and leant closer to him with a bright smirk as he cooed down at him.

‘Aww, poor little baby Jim. Can’t handle a few tummy tickles huh?’

‘HEHEY L-LEAVE HIHIM ALOHONE!’

Camera Jim exclaimed, because he sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone taunt his little brother like that – that was HIS job dammit! Chase stilled the hand that was tickling the young Reporter Jim, giving him a breather, whilst he locked eyes with Camera Jim. The older sibling gulped, and then howled with laughter when Chase latched his hands onto his sides and squeezed ruthlessly.

‘Oh I’m sorry, was I neglecting you? Let me fix that for you Cammy!’

Camera Jim spluttered bashfully at the nickname amidst his wild laughter, unable to get any coherent words out as his sides were tickled mercilessly. He was one of the few egos whose worst tickle spot was his sides, a fact which many of the egos enjoyed exploiting with sporadic tazes and squeezes. However, because it had been a while since they’d been tickled for a great deal of time, he’d forgotten just how bad it was!

‘AHHHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA CHAHAHAAAA!!’

Reporter Jim shivered as he watched his brother, simultaneously feeling relief, guilt, and adoration. He was glad of the breather, guilty that it meant his brother was getting tortured, but also adoring how ticklish his brother was because he was always so cute when he laughed! Chase also thought Camera Jim was pretty damn cute right now.

‘Man, I forgot this was your bad spot! You don’t mind if I stay here a little while do you? You’re super comfy, and honestly your sides are like the perfect stress balls!’

‘NOHOHOHOHOOOO!’

‘No they really are! I can feel all my worries just melting away every time I squeeze!’

Chase replied, squeezing Camera Jim’s sides and letting out exaggerated, happy sighs to emphasise his teasy point. He kept up the tickling for a few moments more, before deciding that Camera Jim was tuckered out to the max. When he withdrew his hands, Camera Jim was left panting and giggling in a soft, dazed way.

‘A-Are you okay?’

Reporter Jim asked him, and his brother beamed at him and gave him a lazy thumbs up, nodding, which made the younger Jim smile with relief. He knew Chase would never go too far, he was too kind-hearted, but wanted to check-in anyway to be on the safe side. Chase smiled at that, tilting his head at Reporter Jim fondly.

‘Well, I’d say that’s your brother properly tuckered out.’

‘Yeheah…’

Reporter Jim giggled as he looked up at Chase, but then gulped when he saw the mischief back in place on Chase’s face. The septic ego leant down over him, and whispered playfully.

‘But you… I think I can still see an energetic glimmer in those eyes.’

‘N-Nononoho I-I’m super tired! I-I’m the most tired Jim in the world, I-I swear!’

Reporter Jim squeaked, but then gasped and descended into little giggles when Chase dragged his fingertips slowly down his ribs, over his hips, down his legs, and then aaaall the way back up again. Reporter Jim hid his face in his hands, the gentle tickly cycle making him shiver and squirm as Chase’s teasy voice entered his ears.

‘Are you sure? It seems like you still have a lot of feisty little giggles hiding inside you.’

‘Thahahat’s nahat m-my fahahaaaault!’

He giggled brightly, making Chase chuckle affectionately under his breath. He kept up his gentle tickling as he leant down closer, nestling his face into the crook of Reporter Jim’s neck as he crooned.

‘Hmm, what’s in it for me if I have mercy?’

He fluttered his fingers briefly at Reporter Jim’s topmost ribs, making him squeak and sharply arch his back. For a moment the young Jim drew a blank, having no clue as to how he could convince Chase to have mercy! But then, as he felt Chase start to softly nuzzle him, he had the best idea known to Jim-kind.

‘C-Cuhuhuhuddles! Yohohou cahahan hahave spehecial Jihim cuddles!’

That definitely caught Chase’s attention. He leant up, raising an eyebrow down at the young reporter. He kept playfully curling and uncurling his fingers against his ribs as he mused.

‘Oh? What’s so special about Jim cuddles?’

‘J-Jihim cuhuddles are nuhuzzly and warm a-ahand we have a special blahanket nest in our room especiahally fohor it!’

Chase stilled his fingers. Honestly, cuddles in that setting sounded absolutely heavenly and he absolutely wanted it. If there was one thing on par with Chase Brody’s love for tickling, it was his love for comfy cuddly settings. He hummed to himself, before smiling and having proper mercy on the sweet young Jim.

‘Alright, you have yourself a deal young man.’

Chase booped the tip of Reporter Jim’s nose, making him giggle, but before he could reply he and Chase were interrupted… by a colossal snore from Camera Jim. They both covered their mouths to keep their laughter in when they realised he’d fallen fast asleep from all the tickling – Chase was pretty proud of himself for being the cause actually! Chase and Reporter Jim stood, and Chase giggled quietly as he whispered.

‘Ihi can carry hihim to the nest.’

Reporter Jim giggled, and then gave Chase a soft side hug as he mumbled.

‘Thanks Dad Jim. C’mon, it’s this way.’

Chase gasped softly to himself as Reporter Jim headed down one of the corridors. He took a deep breath as warmth spread through his chest, and tears threatened to well in his eyes. He beamed, picked Camera Jim up, and followed. It’s one thing when your kids call you dad for the first time, but this was another thing entirely. Chase always worked hard to try and look after everyone around him… so being called Dad Jim was literally the most lovely, beautiful thing anyone could have said. He was so happy, and so were the Jims, because they could all be there to tickle, cuddle, and look after each other… for as long as they needed.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOO LUV YOUS!!

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