#camp markiplier

[fenneciplier]

🎶C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G!🎶

That poll was actually really fun to do, even if y/n looks like an ugly kid here-

I’ll definitely do more polls! Probably right after this post ^^!

also I kinda thought the “bum bum bum” lyric was kinda clever here since Mark’s game username is often just “BUMBUM”

[ephiesoul]

⭐️ Stage 1, Round 7 Winner: Engineer ⭐️

This is in regards to my Choose your president event, you can check it out here ⭐️

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2518

No fish! (Dialogue from tumblr.)

[luminary-rainchii]

Heehoo comm for @cookieface678 !!

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

Dilliam/Darkstache - The Forgotten Betrayal

The memories of Wilford Warfstache are something that are generally underestimated. What if he was the one who remembered what happened before the events of Who Killed Markiplier, and Dark didn't?

Adding to that, what if William and Damien had been secretly dating, and William threw all that away in an act of selfishness?

(This story covers infidelity and arguing. There are also references to a gun.)

Word Count: 3,901

-

The night was coming to a close. With the studio focused on projects beyond the antics of the egos, there was ample time for those on the production and managerial sides to come together and focus on some well-needed restructuring and organisation. Meetings were long and dull, but productive. Plans were being put in place for the future.

It meant that by the time Dark and Wilford got home, it was nearly bedtime. The reporter had opted to have a quick shower to freshen up after his night routine. By the time he came out of the ensuite in clean, soft pyjamas, Dark handed him a cup of herbal tea and kissed his cheek before stepping into the bathroom.

Wilford slowly sank onto the bed with the cup cradled in both hands. The tea was the right brew that had been recommended to help Wilford relax before bed, made just the right way. Dark had even picked Wilford's favourite cup for the tea (distinct from his favourite cup for coffee).

He had always made it clear in the studio that he was the luckiest man in the world, maybe the shattered multiverse, to have Dark love him. Right now, that was all that was on his mind.

Why did Dark love him?

"Will? Something the matter?" Dark had stepped out, adjusting the sleeve of his pyjama shirt, only to stop when he noticed his partner's vacant expression staring at the tea. "Is it the wrong one?"

Wilford blinked, shaking his head as he looked up at Dark. "No… No, it's perfect. Have I told ya lately that I love you?"

"I would guess about an hour ago when I finally ended the board meeting," the entity answered with a smirk. He crossed the room and knelt down in front of Wilford. Placing a hand on the reporter's knee, he continued, "If there is one thing I know for sure in this distorted world that's a far cry from the one I grew up in, it's that you love me." Dark shifted himself so he could reach up and place the hand on Wilford's cheek. "You don't need to worry that I've ever forgotten that, William."

"Thank you, Damien." Wilford closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. For a moment, he could have the reassurance that everything was okay. 

"Come on," Dark's hand gently patted Wilford's cheek, "It's time for bed."

-

Unsurprisingly, after such a long day, Dark had fallen asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Unsurprisingly, with so much on his mind, Wilford was wide awake. He turned to lay on his back and stare at the ceiling. Both hands move to interlock on his stomach to stop them from fidgeting and lessen the risk of waking Dark.

Dark valued honesty in communication. If something was wrong, he wanted to be told. But how could Wilford talk about what was troubling him when the weight of truth was like rocks shackled to his ankles dragging him under the waves of guilt?

Dark should not love him. Damien would have never given him a second chance.

But Dark didn't know that there had ever been a first chance, or maybe he did; and he instead didn’t know that the first chance had been ruined beyond repair. Damien went through something as awful as William during their years apart. While Wilford ultimately picked pieces from the broken lives he had experienced to create the person he wanted to be today, Damien's memories had been smudged at points, as though someone had wanted to erase everything and leave him as little more than "Dark", the "monster". It was a miracle that Dark had regained any true semblance of self after everything.

So how could Wilford ask about something that Dark didn't remember? Why bring forward pain that wasn't there? Why give him memories that he never asked for? 

But oh, how brightly those memories shone in the pitch black bedroom for Wilford. It had been some time since he reflected on the life of the broken soldier, yet the thoughts of his actions still brought Wilford pain.

-

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The Mayor's office was resplendent. It was furnished with perfect, varnished dark wood features. Everything about the office boasted its age, wisdom, and experience, without considering the splendour that people like William would never afford. It perfectly encapsulated the "us and them" divide that was so clear throughout the city.

But there were two large windows at the back, letting the light of reality pour through and bring some sense of normality to the room from another world. More importantly, the sunlight gave the man sitting behind the desk a radiant glow. In that moment, Damien was more an angel than a man.

The fitted, black suit looked like it had been invented just for him, and every other man in the city suffered with the stiffness and awkwardness of the formal wear. There was not a wrinkle out of place, even after a full day of pulling the jacket on and off as required. The flower pinned on the lapel was made from fabric, preventing the warmer weather from wilting it too soon.

Not that William minded. Beauty blossomed on the young Mayor's face as he looked up and realised the soldier had snuck in. 

"Will!" Damien scrambled out of the ornate chair, tripping over his own feet in his haste to throw himself at William. The action, though uncharacteristically clumsy of Damien, was rewarded with a strong pair of arms wrapping around him and holding him close. 

Damien's beauty was an undisputed topic. Everyone knew it. Only William saw this side of him, where Damien's entire frame relaxed while he rested his forehead against William's shoulder. It didn't matter that strands of hair had fallen out of place in the flurry. Right now, all that mattered to Damien was pulling back just enough to beam at his partner. 

There was no denying that this was a man in love; and somehow, William was the lucky fool who had captured his heart.

"I didn't think you were back until the weekend!" Dark brown eyes sparkled up at William, and he found himself briefly lost for words. Fortunately, Damien spared him from becoming too lost in those eyes as he nestled against William.

"Things finished faster than I thought. McKinley offered to take me out fishing to make up for the shorter security job, but I said I wanted to come home. I missed you." 

“I missed you too. I can’t wait to hear the stories of what happened while you were away. I hope you were alright throughout it.” 

Damien’s beauty was in more than just his appearance. He valued honesty, and loved the opportunity to have open conversations about the good and the bad. Whenever William had a problem, Damien listened, and William returned the favour when the roles were swapped. Things were perfect just as they were, with the pair in an embrace that brought a familiar comfort to it.

William didn’t answer, opting to kiss Damien instead. The moment was short-lived when the secretary knocked the door to ask whether the Mayor would be free to attend a meeting in ten minutes. The pair haphazardly sprung apart in case the door was opened. 

Only a small handful of trusted people knew that Damien and William were dating. As far as the public were concerned, Damien was a bachelor - a fact that William loathed, and one that he hated being reminded of.

"Blast that woman," William hissed as he stormed over to a chair to sit on. "Can't we get five minutes in peace?"

"She's only doing her job, Will. She knows better than to throw the door open." Sighing softly, Damien followed William and sat on the other chair so he could rest his hand over William's. "I hate lying about us as much as you do, but it's something we need to do. I just need you to wait a little longer -"

"Haven't I waited long enough?" 

"I just need a little more than a year. Please. My term is nearly up, and I'm not running again. One more year, and then I am yours, fully yours. I know you hate hearing people trying and play matchmaker with me, but surely you know my heart is only yours… Don't you?"

There was a short pause. William tried to hold firm, but a heavy exhale and a slump of his shoulders proved otherwise. "I know. I'm tired of pretending."

"And I'm tired of pretending we aren’t together." Damien softly squeezed William's hand in reassurance. "We're nearly there. Once the role of Mayor has been passed to my successor, you and I are going to France on that holiday you've been promising me for two years."

William's chuckle was hoarse. "You still want to go?"

"I've been reading books all about France! I want to see the controversial Eiffel Tower with my own eyes, with you and no one else."

The frustration passed, but the simmering anger remained as it always did. 

–

Wilford sighed. That soldier was naive. He had grown up in the circles of the rich. He thought he knew their workings and believed Damien was overreacting.

In reality, however, William was only on the periphery. Damien was the one stuck in the circle of the elite from birth, forced to perform the same song and dance as was expected of his calibre. He was viewed with as much potential as thoroughbred horses. If there was any trace of imperfection, Damien would have been stripped of his family name and whatever savings he had, just like a horse only needs to trip once to be deemed worthless in the eyes of its trainers.

Had this happened in the world of politics, he would have been dragged through the mud and shamed with such intensity that he wouldn't be able to publicly show his face in the state again.

All Damien wanted was to wait before making the relationship public. In hindsight, it wasn't a big ask - but at the time, it was a large obstacle.

All William wanted, however, was to feel like he was in a relationship and not be some dirty secret. Damien might have been completely upfront, and the relationship was established on these terms, but it still felt like Damien treated him as an acquaintance when at an event. Just once, he wanted Damien to react to him in public the same as he did when no one was looking at them. He wanted to step into a room and see Damien's face light up. He wanted to be able to take Damien's hand, or kiss him on the temple like other men in relationships can.

Like how Mark could with Celine. Did they take for granted the simple luxury of expressing affection? Celine always looked somewhat indifferent to it, yet looked for that attention to show how important she was. Why couldn't Damien be granted that simple luxury? Was that too much to ask the world? Why was a man who had worked so hard to get to this place denied the basics?

… Why was William denied the basics because of this?

These thoughts were ultimately shoved aside, as they always were. He promised he would wait, and wait he would.

However, the longer he worked in the Manor of the Actor, the more he found these thoughts returning to the surface. Each time it emerged, it grew harder to fully quash it, until it remained in the back of his mind at all times. The thought began to sour his perspective of the relationship, as he reached a terrible conclusion: Damien was truly being selfish.

Was William not worth being seen? Was he some sort of embarrassment? Why couldn't he have something good for once?

After all, Celine was giving him a look when Mark was out for rehearsals. She flashed him a playful smirk that teased him to get more.

He would swear he could hear whispers egging him on.

So he listened.

By the time he realised the full impact of what he had done and the consequences of his actions, it was too late.

Mark had walked in on them one night. He lost his temper and threw the pair out without so much as handing them a jacket. Celine left town, revealing that the feelings were never mutual beyond a fling.The stories ran rampant in the local papers. His entire professional and personal history was on display for the whole city to see. His name was being thrown through the rumour mill over and over again.

And Damien?

Damien knew.

That was the worst thing of all.

-

Damien was Celine's twin, almost identical in looks, yet there were aspects that completely contrasted one another. While Celine had a notorious short fuse, Damien had the patience of a saint. He could weather many irresponsible mishaps, he could keep his cool during the most heated of arguments in favour of hearing out both sides. But there were two things he could not tolerate:

Liars, and cheaters.

Damien loathed the concept of dishonesty, and was known for looking down on those who would go behind the backs of a romantic partner. He was of the opinion that if someone claimed they were happily married, only to have an affair, then there was no redemption for you, for you could not be trusted with anything. Of course, things were not so simple, and situations might differ if a relationship was strained or potentially dangerous, but William’s actions were not caused by a neglectful partner.

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The argument in William's home was explosive. For once, it was William trying to keep things calm.

"Damien, please -"

"Don't you 'Damien please' me!" Damien turned to glare at William, a fire burning in his eyes that didn't belong. "There is one thing I always made clear: if there was a problem with our relationship, tell me! We're both adults! We can have a conversation! We could have found a solution to what made you so unhappy-"

"But I am happy!" William countered. The words, however, had the opposite effect.

"Then why did you sleep with my sister?! Do you have any idea how vile such a thought is?! Did that empty head of yours consider, for just a moment, that choosing my TWIN over me was a bad idea??"

"What did you expect me to do? Life is short! I can't spend it playing pretend!" William's temper got the better of hindsight, but the anger was a spark in comparison to the inferno raging from Damien. The Mayor marched forward and jabbed a finger against William’s chest.

"When you courted me, I told you upfront that you would need to wait until I was finished my term as Mayor before we could go public. You agreed to this! You agreed on the premise that we spent weekends together where possible. And we did! The only times I have ever cancelled is when something came up last-minute, or we were spending time with Mark and Celine. I never went back on my promise!" With the cane thrown aside in frustration at one point, Damien began pacing the room, wringing his hand with such intensity that the knuckles were turning white. 

"There are fourteen months left in my term. Three of those are dedicated to the local elections and preparing for the successor. I've had a calendar hidden in the top drawer of my desk since January. I've been marking off every single day that passes because, while I am honoured to be in my position, I want to experience life as a nobody. That promise of a trip to France kept me going through it all. I've hated every minute of pretending we aren't dating! I wanted to introduce you to others as 'my partner' for so long! I was going to propose to you the day after I finished as Mayor! I had already gotten your parents’ blessing, for God’s sake!"

The revelation forced Damien to a halt. Both hands dropped to his side.

William felt his blood run cold. The cards were laid out on the table before him and their message was clear: he ruined everything.

Tears began to line the Mayor's eyes as he shoved a hand into his pocket. "Fine. You win. If you want to be in a relationship where you can do everything you want at the drop of a hat, you can go right ahead and find it. I'm sure Celine would work." A brown key was taken out and slammed on the counter. "But as long as I live, Colonel, you'll never get that life with me."

William tried to reach out. His hand grabbed only the air as Damien pulled away. He lifted his cane and tucked it under his arm as he reached the front door.

"Goodbye, William."

The slamming of the door left with it an echo that was as hollow as the gaping hole growing in William's chest.

-

Mark was lucky, in one way. His descent from stardom and his gradual disappearance from the public eye could all be justified because of the affair and how he was handling it.

Damien did not have that luxury.

His relationship had never been discovered, so he had to go through the grieving process of a difficult break-up without anyone catching on. His personal life could not interfere with his duties. He had to pretend everything was fine, even when the reporters asked for his opinion on the affair and the consequences of it. When he responded that the matter was personal and that he would rather not talk about it, it was respected. The reporters all assumed it was because it was due to his sister's involvement, and Damien didn't have the energy to correct them.

Meanwhile, William had to live with the consequences. He had happiness. He had a life where someone loved him despite all his flaws and his problems. Damien deemed him more important than the moon and the stars that were so precious to him, and how did William repay this?

He threw it back in Damien's face because his selfish impulses won out over common sense.

When they would next cross paths, Damien would smile and be polite, but it was like nothing had ever happened between them. The gap was too wide. William would never be allowed to cross, and he knew Damien would never allow himself to love another person. They would both be doomed to remain unhappy.

Instead, all William could do was lie in a half-empty bed, hands interlocked over his stomach as he stared at the ceiling. How could he sleep when the pain of regret weighed heavy on his mind and his heart?

-

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-

Wilford blinked, tears briefly blurring his vision. He turned his head a fraction to make sure Dark was still asleep.

Damien would find out the truth one day. Wilford could continue dancing around the topic and let Dark believe the lie that he remembers more than Wilford, but that wouldn't work forever. Celine would 'wake', and she would make a comment about it. Would it be in relief to see her brother happy, unaware he didn't know the truth; or a snide comment about giving chances to those who didn't deserve them? Either would be likely for her.

What would he do when that day arrives? He had behaved. He used to sleep around, but cut that out immediately the moment he realised he had a chance with Dark. 

William had been asked to wait less than two years. Wilford had to wait nearly a century thanks to the soldier's selfishness.

This second chance, this ability to love Dark, should not have been permitted. Damien had vowed to never forgive William because he couldn't trust the soldier. Was Wilford just as bad for pretending he didn't know the truth?

He was happy. He didn't want to lose this second chance.

-

A sniff and a shaky breath stirred Dark from his light sleep. He blinked to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, realising that Wilford was still awake. The reporter was staring at the ceiling, ignoring the tears that stained his cheek.

"Will…?"

No answer. Wilford didn't even budge in acknowledgement.

The entity lifted himself up so he was propped up on his right arm and could place his left hand on Wilford's bicep. Thankfully, this gave a result.

"What are ya doin' up?"

"I could ask you the same question," Dark whispered. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin' is wrong. Go back ta sleep."

"I know when you're lying to me."

Wilford sighed. It was wishful thinking to hope that Dark would have been too groggy to notice anything was amiss. He should tell the truth and speak the thoughts on his mind, but the fear of losing Damien again makes him ask something else:

"What do ya think of second chances?"

Dark frowned. "What about them?"

"Do ya think people should get 'em?"

"I'm hardly in a place to make that judgement after all the atrocities I've committed." That seemed obvious to Dark, but he did acknowledge the possibility that Wilford simply wanted another opinion. "But to answer your question… A second chance is an opportunity for someone to prove they are better than what is perceived of them. If they seek such a thing in earnest, and prove themselves to be better, then I don't see the problem with trusting someone one more time."

Wilford frowned. That seemed too easy compared to Damien's previous stance on the matter. "What would ya do if I hurt ya?"

There was a short pause. "But you did. Remember when you shot me in the shoulder when trying to show off your 'gun tricks' to Illinois?"

The icy fear of the first sentence paired with the surge of relief with the second brought out a laugh from Wilford.

"Are you still worried about that? That was months ago. Everything healed just fine, and I already forgave you for it. Besides…" Dark lifted his left hand to rest it on Wilford's right cheek and gently brush away the tears with his thumb. "I know it was an accident. I know you can be impulsive, and you can be an idiot sometimes, but you're my idiot. You have a good head on those shoulders, and a kind heart in that chest." Then, Dark leaned down to kiss the tears away on the left side.

"It's okay to feel regret for the past, but you shouldn't let it hinder our future. Wouldn't you agree?" As Dark leaned back, he caught a hint of surprise on Wilford's face.

"Yeah… Yer right. C'mere, there's been somethin' else on my mind."

"And what would that be?"

"I'm low on my daily cuddles."

Dark snorted as he lowered himself to press against Wilford's side, and was swiftly trapped by a warm arm before he could change his mind. It was a familiar moment - a sense of safety that lasted a century.

"Dark?" Wilford's voice was soft after a moment of silence. "Ya know I'll never hurt ya again, right?"

"Of course I do. I banned bullets in the backstage areas for a reason."

Wilford chuckled, kissing the entity's hair. It wasn’t the answer he wanted, but it would help ease his troubled mind.

-

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While this isn't a songfic, the song 5 to 7 Years is a great way to compare what Damien was trying to ask of William.

[olly-olly-octopus]

horror page!!

[urdadsceilingfan]

Egotober🔥: Day 24 Fire

You cant convince me that he doesn’t LOVE making fires

[theogclownboy]

my father figures! Part 1?

this is just something out of boredom, I'll explain why I like each of them to!

Imposter Dan:

-cool vibes

-seems like a not very stern dude but also can give a timeout if needed

Lucifer:

-he is just such a silly goofy dad!!

Stolas:

-a sweet dad who'd do anything for his kid

Discord:

-chaos!!!

-has the best tricks up his sleeves and ain't strict ever probably

Gideon:

-he gives me dad vibes but... idk why

Aziraphale and Crowley:

-my old fashioned papa's!!!

Patton Sanders:

-everyone literally calls him dad

-he is dad

Red guy:

-depressed dad?

David:

-Forest father

-he is already a dad to max at this point

Markiplier:

-just... this man is all dad vibes

[vexinghearts]

You guys are helping me decide something

Please reblog /nf

[fenneciplier]

I wanna write Iplier egos x reader dating preferences & headcanons but I don’t want to write for well known characters that’ve been around for literal years, like Dark and Wilford-

THE WINNER!!! -> Murdock x Reader dating headcanons

[ephiesoul]

Chibi Camp Counselor Mark 🌟

[unusannusrandomness]

[captain-neutrino]

pspspspsps camp counselor~?

[luminary-rainchii]

also heehoo doodles that I made for @cookieface678

[glamoureddreamer]

My master list

(updated!!)

Orange- Smut, porn, lemon, and any other type of consensual smut 

Purple- Triggers, this will be all of the dark content (besides smut) that requires a warning. Such as Abuse, Cannibalism, Death on page, Dysphoria, Eating disorders, Graphic medical descriptions(Abortion/Birth/Miscarriage), Graphic violence, Incest, Rape/non-con, Self-harm, Suicide/suicidal thoughts, Yandere themes, and more 

Blue- Content that’s not for everyone, stuff like angst, alcohol/drugs(minor drugs such as medication or weed), depression, swearing, violence, weapons 

Green- No warnings, this will be everything that has little to no warnings 

Ideas

Idea 1- Cross and Nightmare

Idea 2- Killer x Dream

Idea 3- Cross, Dream and Nightmare

Idea 4- Cross and SwapDream

Idea 5- SwapDream x Nightmare

Idea 6- DS! Dream and DS! Nightmare

Idea 7- Ccino x Nightmare

Idea 8- Cross x Dream

Oneshots

Eddsworld, Tom x Tord Mine

Eddsworld, Eduardo x Reader, Help

Eddsworld, Tom x Tord, Losing you

Eddsworld, Future Tord x Reader, I’m sorry

Metal family, Glam x M!Reader, Lust

Metal family, Mary, Drinking

Good omens, Aziraphale and Crowley, Can’t be replaced

Resident evil 8, Mia and Dimitrescu’s daughters, Tasty Toy

Bendy and the Ink Machine, Sammy Lawrence x Reader, Memories

Camp camp, David and Max, Not okay

Hazbin Hotel, Alastor and Vox, The wonders of hell

Undertale

Undertale, (Nightmare Gang and the Dream team), Stop

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), A sick Cross

Undertale, (Lust and Bad sans), Lust joins the gang

Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Soulmates

Undertale, (Nightmare x Killer), Lazy day

Undertale, (Blue x Dream), Desperate

Undertale, (Cross x Nightmare), Sorry Mommy

Undertale, (Error x Nightmare), Bad Day

Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Soulmates 2

Undertale, (Geno x Reaper), Burning desire

Undertale, (Bad sans poly), I don’t deserve it

Undertale, (Bad sans poly), Pups

Undertale, (Dream and Nightmare), I deserve this

Undertale, (None), Toxic happiness

Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Comfortable

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Not done yet

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Phobia

Undertale, (Killer x Cross, BSP), Dusting

Undertale, (Killer x Cross), Husbands in crime

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Phobia 2

Undertale, (Blue x Dream), The past

Undertale, (Cross), This too shall pass

Undertale, (Nightmare x SD! Dream), Overworking

Undertale, (Killer x Cross), Stay

Undertale, (Fatal Error x Reaper), Don’t go

Spooky Month Oneshots

Under Editing!

Spooky month, (Streber x Kevin), Aftercare

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Risky

Spooky month, (Streber x Reader), Cute

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Relaxing

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Tired

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Lucky

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber), Halloween Nightmares

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Feeling good

Spooky month, (Kevin), Passing the time

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber), Nervous

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Rules

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber x Radford), The video

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber x Radford), Long day

Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Did you know

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Meltdown

Spooky month, (Jack x Reader) Join me

Spooky month, (Skid and teen sibling Reader), Protector

Spooky month, (Hatzgang x Reader), Here for you

Spooky month, (Bob), Release

Spooky month, (Radford x Reader), Lunch

Spooky month, (Vampire Streber x Reader), Hungry

Spooky month, (Yandere Bob x Reader), Creepy cannibal

Spooky month, (Radford x Kevin), Taking control

Spooky month, (Jack x Prisoner Reader), Flirting

Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Owner

Spooky month, (Streber x M!Reader), No matter what

Spooky month, (Streber x Vampire Kevin), Inaccurate

Spooky month, (Radford x Vampire Kevin), Drunk

Spooky month, (John x Reader), Semi-Public

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Safeword

Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Worried

Spooky month, (Genderbend Lila x Reader), Grown up things

Spooky month, (Streber), Thinking of you

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Happy anniversary

Spooky month, (Rick x Radford), Bundle of blankets

Spooky month, (Hatzgang x Reader), First date

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Easing stress

Spooky month, (John x Jack x Reader), Three is a party

Spooky month, (Kevin), Killer Kevin

Spooky month, (John x Prisoner Reader), See you around

Spooky month, (Jack x Reader), Waiting for you

Spooky month, (Genderbend Jaune x Reader), Multiple rounds

Spooky month, (Kevin x Trans! Reader), Great night

Spooky month, (Trans! Streber x Reader), No matter what

Spooky month, (Jack x Suicidal Reader), Helping you through it

Spooky month, (Radford x Kevin), Rest day

Spooky month, (Radford x M!Reader), Holding you

Preferences

Spooky month their nicknames for you

Headcanons

Spooky month Kevin HC with s/o who teases him

Match ups

Eddsworld Match up part one

Spooky month Match up part two

Undertale match up

Stories (Anything more than one chapter)

Abandoned! Don’t Starve Wilson X Reader Prologue

last updated 4/4/2024