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[jacksepticeye-simp]

Cover art for a fic I'm planning out, artwork is inspired by @mothgodofchaos

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

your hands have always held their own

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

[leighsartworks216]

Hyperfixations

Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Requested by Anon:

“could we have more illinois x reader x yancy?? just some soft cuddling and kisses in bed maybe”

Requested by Anon:

“i LOVED your dark with implied autistic reader, there isn’t many fics that include us like that ❤️ would you be willing to do something similar with illinois or yancy?”

I went ahead and combined these two requests bc I thought they worked together! Realizing now that I didn’t add any kisses sorry 💀

Warnings: very fluffy, slight swearing??, lots of cuddling tho

Word Count: 620

Masterlist

Tag List Form

Why were you still scrolling? It was almost 3am, for one thing. Your partners were asleep, snoring away on either side of you, and yet, there you were, continuing to go through the same tags you went through a thousand times before. The same art, shitposts, and fics popped up. And you’d seen them all, no matter how you sorted the feed. But you needed more. You needed new art, new shitposts, new fics.

Despite the mounting frustration and boredom, you kept scrolling and scrolling and scrolling.

An arm wound around your midsection, startling you out of your focus. Yancy peeked at you through half-lidded, drowsy eyes. He was always a light sleeper.

“What’re youse doin’ up?” His words slurred a little, accent seeming unfamiliar to him at this hour. “Somethin’ wrong?”

You shook your head and turned off your phone, allowing the device to rest on your chest. “No, I just…” Yancy waited patiently as you found the right words. “I’m hyperfixating on something right now, and nothing seems to really… satisfy it.”

He hummed. The bed shifted as he scooted closer, nuzzling his face against the pajamas you wore. He didn’t want to trigger you with the feeling of his stubble, especially not when you’d apparently been awake all night.

“Youse wanna tell me about it?”

He felt more than saw the way you lit up. Excitement ran through your whole body like a shot of adrenaline.

“Really?”

He hummed. “I’ll try to stay awake.”

A pang of guilt shot through your heart. You didn’t want him to stay up just so you could ramble his ear off about something he isn’t even interested in. You opened your mouth to protest, but another face nuzzled into the shoulder of your pajamas, opposite to Yancy.

Illinois’ voice was rough. The languid, almost haughty accent he carried was almost unnoticeable. “What’s goin’ on?” he murmured, eyes squinting in the dark to peer at his two partners.

“They’re hyperfixatin’ on somethin’,” Yancy slurred. Sleep was already pulling his eyelids shut, but he forced them open again. “Was gonna let ‘em talk about it.”

Illinois hummed and turned to look at you, though his neck was at an awkward angle trying to do so. “You sleep at all yet, darlin’?”

You floundered, under the sweet way Yancy had said explained your problem so unbothered by its absurdity, and at the equally sweet pet name Illinois used. “I don’t want to keep you up just so I can talk,” you finally mumbled.

They both seemed affronted at the idea. “We love hearing you talk about your interests,” Illinois assured.

Yancy, seeming a little more awake, sat up so he was sure you saw the grin he bore. His eyes twinkled. “Youse is so passionate about the things you love, how could we not?”

“But-”

“Don’t worry about us, doll.” Yancy settled back down, resting his head on his pillow so he could look at you as you spoke. “We’ll just take a nap later.”

Illinois nodded against your shoulder and wrapped an arm around you. His hand rested easily on Yancy’s arm, tucking calloused fingers under the songbird’s t-shirt sleeve. They both waited for you to speak, to ramble for as long as they could stay awake about your hyperfixation. There was no way to deny them any longer.

You slid down further into the blankets. You told them about everything you could think of. You explained what it was you were fixating on, the goods and bads of it. Ships you loved or hated. The lore, history within the universe, character design. Everything.

And as the sun rose, all three of you were curled together in a mass of blankets, fast asleep.

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Tag List:

@writeawaythepain

@hyperfixat

@cryptidjester (wasn’t sure if you still wanted to be tagged but I’m tagging you just in case. lemme know if you want me to remove it from this fic!)

[littleoddwriter]

Rules, Guidelines, etc.:

[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

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Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:

Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.

NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).

Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)

Current number of requests: 10

Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

[nach-ito]

Masterlist + DNIs

Green: I will do.

Amber: Might do.

Red: Won't do.

I will do;

Batman

Markiplier Egos

FNaF mostly

Fandom of Choice

Character x Reader

Types of Book Tropes

Female Readers

Male Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Fantasy AUs

YA Stories

Semi Spice stories

INTERACT;

Markiplier Fans

FNaF fans

Batman Fans

LGBTQ+ Folks

Readers

Fantasy Book enjoyers

Cats & Coffee lovers

Cars

Motorbikes

Motorsports

Markiplier Fans;

PewDiePie Fans;

I might do;

Smut

Fluff Scenes

Dark Romance

Character x OC Stories

Character x Self Insert Stories

Other types of Book Tropes (MUST be included for it to be decided in the request given)

Will NOT do

Pedophilia

Rape

Watersports

Incest

HEAVY pet play

Parent Kinks

DNI

Anti-LGBTQ+

Religious People

Proshippers

Homophobes

Racists

Transphobes

Political People

Fandoms

Five Nights at Freddie's;

(Movie)William Afton;

(Game)William Afton:

(Movie) Michael Afton;

(Game) Michael Afton;

(Movie) Vanessa;

(Game) Vanessa;

Batman; [some Telltale]

(Movie) Bruce Wayne;

(Game) Bruce Wayne;

(Movie) The Joker;

(Game[Telltale]) John Doe/The Joker;

(Game) Harvey Dent/Two Face;

(Game) Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin;

(Game) Selina Kyle/Catwoman;

(Movie) Edward Nygma/The Riddler;

(Movie) Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy;

Markiplier Egos;

Murdock;

Wilford Warfstache;

Darkiplier;

Illinois Jones;

[orange-waterfalls]

Imagine flirting with Yancy and Illinois

Yancy x gender neutral!reader and Illinois x gender neutral!reader

@squip-does-art ty for the prompt!

A/N: I just really like this format, ok??? A bit of cursing, so... Rated... G? Probably not but, sure, let's go with G.

Yancy

You visit him every third Sunday, no exceptions

Even if you're sick, you bet your ass is gonna show up anyways

One day you notice Yancy looking a bit sad

You ask him if something is wrong and if he wants to talk about it.

He says yes and no, respectively

You nod and continue talking about your life the past couple of weeks

He nods occasionally, but doesn't seem to be listening

He looks like he's lost in thought

He looks very sad

You sigh and think of way to make his feel better

You widen your eyes for a moment before calling his attention.

"Hm… I could've sworn I was in a museum…"

He tilts his head at you

"Because you're a work of art" 

You wink as you finish your sentence

His face turns red

Not pink, no.

This man looks like a tomato

You start to get worried after about 30 seconds of silence

"Uh… Yancy…"

He snaps back into reality and covers his face with his arms

You frown, thinking you upset him

Then you start hearing giggles from him and you smile

You start telling him every cheesy pick up line you can think of

"Someone call heaven, I think they're missing an angel!"

"Are you from Tennessee? Cause you're the only 10 I see!"

"Life without you is like a broken pencil… it's pointless!"

You go on like this for a couple minutes and his face somehow continues to get darker

You're worried he's gonna pass out

He's still giggling by the time you can't think of anything else

You start laughing, because he's just so adorable

He lifts his head from his arms and looks at you

You look back at him, waiting for him to say something

"Are you a theif?"

You widen your eyes and look at the guards because, yes, you are

You are about to ask why he would ask that when

"cause you stole my heart"

You stare at him before burying your face in your arms and laughing

He laughs too

You two do this for the next couple of visits

The guards get annoyed

Before every visit, you both find or come up with as many pick up lines as you can

You both ask everyone you know, and you have the gift of the internet to look for new ones

Everyone around you is getting sick and tired of you guys

Do you care? Hell no

You two are exchanging pick up lines when

"We would look cute on a wedding cake, don't you think?"

You look to see him laugh because, obviously, it's a joke

He doesn't laugh

You two start dating and have already planned your wedding

Illinois

You were just sick and tired of him flirting all the time

You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine

You're eating breakfast at an inn you two are staying at one morning

He walks in and makes himself a cup of coffee

"Hey, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

He starts drinking his coffee

"I don't know, did it hurt when you fell for me?

He fucking CHOKES

Someone flirting?? With him??? It's more likely than you think.

He spills half of his drink on the floor

He's coughing his fucking lungs out

You're just sitting there, completely confused.

He eventually stops coughing

You walk over and ask if he's ok

His face is red, and you're not sure if it's from the flirt or the coughing.

He mumbles something about cooling off and walks outside.

You sit, juice in hand, wondering what the FUCK just happened

You try to bring it up later and he repeatedly changes the subject

Timeskip a week or two, you're on another adventure

You're in some ancient ruins, trying to solve puzzles.

He finds a lamp and thinks there might be a genie inside

You stand next to him

"Well, I'm here. What were your other two wishes?"

He flushes and shoves the lamp into your hands, saying "you can have them"

You ask about it later, but he doesn't respond

Timeskip again, a month this time

You two don't talk about the pick up lines, no matter how much you want to

You're walking through a cave, trying to find treasure

You look at his empty hand as you two are walking

"Hey, Illinois? Can you hold something for me?"

"Uh… sure…"

You put your hand in his

You both stop moving completely

He turns red as he retracts his hand and walks faster

You eventually find jewels and gold in a chest, plus a golden mirror, and leave the cave

You two are looking at the bounty, and you pick up the mirror

"Hey, Illinois, wanna see a picture of a beautiful person?"

You hold up the mirror to him.

He stands up

"What are you doing?"

"What? You flirt with me all the time."

"That's different. I'm a… how'd you call it? A "fuckboy". I flirt with everyone. You only flirt with me."

"So… you want me to flirt with other people?"

"No, I just…"

He sighs

"If you don't like me, then don't flirt with me."

You both are quiet.

"Well then, I guess I'll have to keep flirting because I'm crazy about you."

He flushes and he covers his face with his hand, looking to the side as you smile

You two hold hands as you walk back with your treasure

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

AirLock Anon:

oh yeah I have one more if that’s cool? [maybe She/They if you want?]

HC’s on the Egos reacting to being called Papa and Y/n being called mama by a little kid in the middle of a confession?

I think you mentioned something about the kid being Y/N’s (we stan a she/they single parent) so imma include that.

Also unless specified I’ll just choose like 4 random egos

...........

Illinois

Oh shit.

Man’s commitment issues are really being put to the test here. Working up the courage to confess to each other was already hard enough.

“Calling me dad already? I haven’t even asked your mother out yet.” He pats their head, looking to you with a dreamy sigh. “But..that would be quite nice. Adventures get tiring and I wouldn’t mind settling down for once so...alright.”

You just wipe the sweat from your forehead (that you didn’t know existed till rn) like “whew”. At first you thought this would’ve scared him off.

Though you couldn’t blame your kid for wanting a dad already. It’s been too long and they liked listening to all of Illinois’ stories.

You’re just happy he said yes, willing to give love a chance.

Eric

“..I-I’m sorry? Did you just..?”

Your kid tilts their head like “just what? Call you papa? Is that okay?”

You’re a bit flustered that you never got to finish the confession, but Eric was already tearing up during it, and now he’s full-blown sobbing after what they said.

For a moment they worry about him being upset, though once you explain he’s happy to be called that, they smile and hug him alongside you.

This was such a big deal to him, especially knowing he gave up hope of having kids long ago. He literally couldn’t have any even if he wanted to.

But now he realizes they don’t have to necessarily be biological ones.

He swears to be a better dad than Derek ever was.

Dark

This edgelord is kinda shocked your kid sees him as a father figure. Him? The scary, glitching, monochrome entity???

He was actually about to confess to you when they interrupted and accidentally called him “papa”.

They think they’ve upset him as he stares at them, but in reality he’s...quite happy. 

He never entertained the idea before: of having an s/o, or a kid..or just a normal life in general.

Of course, he still wants to hunt down the snake who robbed him of his life. He can’t allow himself to get too distracted.

However, he may allow himself this “moment of self-indulgence” and try to be a good dad. Not the best but he’ll try.

Wilford

At first he chastises them for ruining his “carefully-plotted profession of love” and threatens to rewind time.

But then what they said sinks in and he double-takes like “wuuwHAT??? Y-You..see me as a papa????”

Bro is flabbergasted.

Your kid just shyly nods and Wilford immediately scoops them into a hug. He’s overjoyed at the idea.

Though you jokingly inform him that he didn’t hear your answer to his confession and he whirls around in a panic, still holding your kid.

You just laugh and tell him yes, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

[weirdlyobsessedwithegos]

Illinois x reader

Anon: illinois and reader (gn or female, i dont mind) just cuddling and being all in love maybe ? 🥺🥺🥰

Reader is gender neutral, just pure fluff and good vibes. Hope you like! <3

Traveling with Illinois is a lot of fun, you love the adventures the two of you go on. You see many things and have several experiences you wouldn’t have had without him, but every so often, the two of you decide to take a little break.

So last night the two of you booked into a fancy hotel in a city neither of you have been in before (even this has to have some adventurous part in it).

You wake to the sun light filtering trough a small gap in the white curtains that frame the window of your room.

The bed is soft beneath you, and though you love camping with Illinois and are quite used to more solid surfaces underneath you, it feels like floating on a cloud, which you won’t complain about.

It also helps that Illinois is curled around you from behind, his arms clutching you close, still asleep, light snores leaving his mouth and brushing against the back of your neck.

You smile, feeling warm and content.

Stretching, you feel the covers slide down slightly, and Illinois shift behinds you as you seem to have waken him, as he brushes a kiss against your shoulder.

“Mornin’.” He drawls, his voice gruff with sleep. You turn around in his arms, noticing with a little laugh that Illinois’s hair is looking extra crazy this morning, seeming to defy gravity. He cracks one eye open, the other hidden by the fluffy pillow

“What’cu laughin’ at this early in the mornin?” You don’t answer him, instead reaching forward and brushing your hands trough his hair, calming it down somewhat. He hums, closing his eyes as you start to massage his scalp.

“Is’ nice.” You hum in return, working your fingers with some pressure, loving this as much as Illinois is.

You stay like this for a few minutes, your hands in his hair with his arms around you, just enjoying the soft morning together.

Shifting one hand, you let it rest on Illinois cheek. He opens his eyes at that, making brief eye contact before shifting slightly so he can kiss the palm of your hand.

“Oh, a romantic.”

“Only for you my treasure.”

“Smooth talker.”

“Oh always, made you fall in love with me at our first meeting didn’t it?” He winks and you roll your eyes at him, poking his side jokingly as he tries to squirm away from your fingers.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You grin, which he returns in kind. Getting an idea, you poke at his sides again.

“Don’t you dare.” He tries to stay serious, but can’t manage as he tries to move away and you follow him.

“Don’t I dare what?” Illinois moves so he straddles your legs, looking down at you as you just grin up at him.

“You know I can be ticklish.”

“Yes, which makes it fun.” Using surprise and some strength, you manage to flip the two of you, straddling Illinois’s legs as he looks up at you with a stunned look.

You go for his sides again, and he tries to wiggle away, which leads to the two of you half play wrestling, half laughing with each other as you move around on the bed.

You switch who’s on top quite a bit,  sometimes both of you are on your side, but it doesn’t take long for both of you getting a little disoriented where the bed ends and begins.

Both of you fall of the bed with synchronized yelps of surprise, and Illinois grunts as his back collides with the ground, you landing right on top of him.

“Shit sorry, are you okay Illinois?!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll live honey. But I’ll need a kiss to make it all feel better.” Illinois grins at your worry, and you huff at him, but obliges.

The kiss is short, barely a press of lips before you lean back.

“Think of it as payback for tickling me and causing me pain.”

“You know you get all the kisses you want from me for free right? Plus, if I had to pay for any pain I caused you, I would owe you a lot.” You brush against a scar on his shoulder, left by a wooden arrow you had to pull out after he pushed you out of the way of a trap.

“You’re more than welcome to start now.” He grins up at you, one hand on the back of your neck.

“You’re insatiable and unstoppable.”

“Only with you love.” He winks, and you give him another small kiss, which he pouts at. “Is that all I get?”

“While we’re on the floor yes. Lets move back to the bed, and order some really expensive room-service breakfast.” Another kiss, then you get up and pull him up.

The rest of the day is spent paying Illinois back with kisses, while you cuddle in bed, and eat foods that you can’t pronounce the name of.

[yeh-spookey-betch]

Illinois x GN!Reader: The Twin Cats and the Magic String

SFW!!!!!!

credit to @nekosounds for doing this with me as a roleplay that inspired the fic

Summary: You’re not as good at dodging traps as Illinois is tags: hurt comfort, sfw, illinois x reader, gender neutral reader, fluff, some cursing, use of caps in the writing

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You had been translating the hieroglyphs when it happened.

Illinois had told you time and time again how to keep an eye out for traps, but the pressure plate was well disguised, and as it ground into the stone, pegs shot back into the walls as giant stone slabs dropped into place, boxing you in completely. 

As the ringing in your ears stopped, and you assessed your body-- all still there, yes. You were fine. Terrified but fine-- the dust settled and you could hear Illinois on the other side of the stone, calling your name in panic, asking if you were okay. 

"I'm alright! I'm just glad they didn't crush me…" you coughed a couple times at the dust, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. There were three small diamond shaped holes to allow air in, and precious little light. "Can you get a flashlight through one of those openings?" You reached up to one. 

He shoved a flashlight through the hole into your hand. As the cool weight settled in your hand your thumb found the switch and nudged it up to turn the light on. You could still see the hieroglyphs you were supposed to be translating. But no manner of release you could see from here. "Any way to release it out there?" You called. 

"I don't see anything, darlin'." His voice came in return. "I'll go ahead and call for help getting these slabs back up into wherever they fell from. One of the guys is bound to have a jack or a prybar or a wedge." He reassured you. He was silent for a moment, then you could hear the dial tones of him putting his call on speaker. 

"You get service in here?" You asked, but he didn't answer quite yet. 

"Yessir, Asimir is waiting by the jeep like you say, missere." Came the thickly accented voice of the guide that had driven you both to the foot of the plateau. 

"Asimir, Y/n got into a trap, can you get anything up here that'll move a stone slab out of the way?" Illinois asked. His voice moved slightly as if he was pacing while he talked. 

"Yessir, two hours, I am coming." Asimir hung up. 

"TWO HOURS??" You shouted from your cubicle prison. 

"Calm down, darlin', I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere until you're out of there. Getting anxious about it is only going to make you hyperventilate." He came back to peer into the opening. "Do the hieroglyphs say anything about how to get out?" 

You turned your attention back to the carvings. "No, it's a fable about twin cats who got separated exploring a labyrinth." 

"Sounds like a cute kids story." Illinois hummed.

"Or a drama about how curiosity gets you in trouble." You scoff, propping the flashlight in the corner to try to light up most of the small space. 

"It's two cats in a maze. How much trouble could they possibly get into?" He chuckled. 

"How much trouble have we gotten into? And we're sentient." You shot back. 

"So go on." He said after a moment. 

"And do what, Illinois? I'm stuck." You huffed. 

"No, I mean go on with the story! What happens to the kitties?" He protested, now shining his light through the hole at you. 

"Are you five??" You shielded your eyes from the more direct beam. 

"Yes! Bedtime story please!!" He joked in return. You turned on the floor to lean your back against the artefact's pedestal and translate the rest of the carving. 

"Oh my God, my life is in your hands. I'm fucking doomed." You complained. "Keep your light on it." You told him. He aimed his flashlight beam at the wall of runes. You took a deep breath and started to read. 

"One day, Mewl and Purr found themselves playing farther from home, and stumbled upon a great temple--"

"Mewl and Purr that's so precious." 

"Do you fucking want me to read the story?" 

"There's nothing else you have to do at the moment." 

"Fuck off and shut up." You snapped. He chuckled and you kept reading.

"And they stumbled upon a great temple with a maze in its depths. Purr turned to Mewl and said 'there must be something heavenly at the end of this maze. Let's find it!' And Mewl agreed with passion. So they decided to split up and yowl for each other when one had found the right path. 

They both searched and searched as long as they could stand on their paws, but Mewl couldn't find the exit. Nor could he find Purr. He yowled until his voice was sore like he'd swallowed sand. But no one came for him." 

"What happened to the little guy?" Illinois interjected. 

"If you're patient I'll fuckin tell you.

Mewl laid down, wishing he could cry. He wanted his brother more than any treasure at the end of this maze. He wanted to go home for salty fish and sweet milk and lay with their mother and forget the whole thing."

"Tragic. I want salty fish and sweet milk with my mother." 

"You interrupt one more time I swear--" 

"Sorry! Go on!" He was laughing but you pressed on with the story, the faded carvings getting more difficult to read. 

"Mewl lay on his side until something tickled his paw. He looked down, expecting one of the insufferable centipedes the maze was rife with,but instead he saw a magic length of yarn, beckoning him like his master's finger. He followed it, turning this way and that and finally he was following the string so intensely he ran his head right into Purr's. The brothers cheered and played and embraced. They had found each other because of the magic string of the maze and could finally go home and tell their mother the lesson they learned." You finished. 

"Love a happy ending. That was sweet." Illinois sounded like he was smiling. The light moved, but because of your own you weren't completely in the dark. 

"Yeah, it was. But it doesn't exactly help us." You sighed. 

"Asimir's on his way. You won't have to wait too much longer…" his voice was calm, only because he was trying to keep you calm. He was worried too,but would never admit it. 

You sighed again, letting your hand press against the cool stone floor. When you felt something. "Illy…" you had that tone he knew that meant you were really excited and desperate to share something with him but couldn't get the right words out.

"What? Did you think of something?" 

"The cats, Illinois! The story, THE STRING!!!!" You smacked the wall. 

"The string??" He repeated, not knowing what you meant.

"THE CATS REUNITED BY FOLLOWING THE MAGIC STRING LOOK FOR A STRING ON YOUR SIDE!" You shouted. 

"Uh… okay…" there was a minute of shuffling. "I found one! Is there one on your side?" 

"Yes, pull it on three!" 

"Okay… 1… 2… 3!" Both of you yanked the two string releases at once and pegs under the slabs pulled back and they fell into the floor with a grinding slam. 

You uncurled from your defensive position and looked over to see Illinois, no more stone walls in the way. You both moved at once, running to him and you jumping into his arms. 

Neither of you let go until you heard footsteps coming into the chamber. "Yessir, I come with prybar for getting Y/n out of trap--" Asimir called, his light falling on the two of you safe and sound. "You, sir! You are tricking me with this call! They are in no trap!" He shook his finger at Illinois, who laughed and moved towards him to try to explain what had happened. 

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Illinois Jones & The quest for the shadow sapphire - Part 1

(Based on this fanfiction)

Illinois spun around in his swivel chair, throwing darts on the wall. Each one of them landing everywhere except the board, he huffed and started to aim his last dart with the utmost focus. A loud, sudden knock at his front door caused him to miss his almost perfect shot, the dart falling next to a picture on his desk. The knocking only got heavier. "Hold your fuckin' horses, I'm comin." This mysterious person had clearly never heard of being patient. Illinois quickly ran down the stairs of his home, once he approached the door the knocking had ceased which made him curious. Considering whoever was there before seemed like they were about to turn the door into wood chips. Illinois cautiously opened the door and looked out, On his doorstep was a newspaper clipping stapled to a sealed envelope. He picked it up and brought it inside, he picked up the article clipping. 'VINTAGE RING STOLEN FROM AUCTION' this was definitely interesting. It seemed like this was a retrieval mission, and he knew just the person to contact.

[regalrain]

Maybe a Illinois x reader with a very easily flustered reader that is an absolute mess for him and just dies over the smallest compliments or signs of affection and is 100% influcing his already so big self confidence? Vkgksmjgjr

Flustered love

Illinois x Gender-neutral!Reader

Warnings: None (but let me know if I should tag some)

Word count: 355

Requests for second part (Open)

“You’re very pretty, you know that, Darlin’~?” Illinois’ voice was low as he spoke, drawing out his words, and though his lips curved in a smirk as you ducked your head with an illegible sound, he pressed on just as gently. “Radiant in a way that outshines the sun, yet you’re impossible to take my eyes off of, Sunshine~”

“Illi—“ Voice cracking, you shook your head rapidly, face buried in your hands. He was always giving you these compliments, yet they seemed effortless for him. Like he didn’t even know just the picture he painted of how important you were, and how despite how he seemed to ponder, they weren’t truly thought of, as being thoughts themselves. Speaking as they came to him. It was enough to drive you breathless. “You— I— M-more-“

“More~?” Puffing up, with his chest sticking out in a sign of pride, Illinois was basically preening like a bird now. Dark brown eyes closed in satisfaction as he soaked up just what you were trying to convey, before he opened them again. Keeping them slightly narrowed as he leaned in close, the scent of damp forest overwhelming as brushed a strand of your hair back and behind your right ear with the back of his large, scarred, and work roughened hand. It was incredibly gentle though, almost like he was barely touching you.

All it did was make you stutter more, face darkened with blush, as he purred to you. An actual, literal purr, in all ways but actually coming from his chest. “While I am attractive, Darlin’~ So very, very attractive~ Maybe more then most people on the planet-“ His smirk grew, twisting as he now gave a small pet to your head, long fingers scratching over your scalp tenderly. “You’ll always be number one in my eyes~”

Chuckling as he backed up, he turned to go head to his office. Hips swaying in that exaggerated walk he held, listening to the way you whined and scrambled to try to ‘correct’ him. You always were his favorite, but he didn’t lie.

You were the most gorgeous being, in his mind.

[leighsartworks216]

Markiplier Egos Masterlist

I have too many links on my main masterlist lol

Main Masterlist

AO3

Request Rules

Tag List Form

The Host

Please Stay - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, lots of blood, wound descriptions, implied self-h*rm, awkwardness, just sorta the beginning stages of a crush so it's really cute

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Help - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, depression, intrusive thoughts

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Friendship - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Cuddles - The Host x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, awkwardness

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“Did you sleep well?” Headcanons - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Wilford Warfstache

Blanket Thief - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

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Scary Movie Night - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: broken glass, panic attack, swearing, hurt/comfort but mostly fluff

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Wilf Welcoming You Back Home Headcanons - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of food and drink

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Yancy

Pet - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, reader is angy, bad accents

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Parole - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: cat

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My Handsome Guy - trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria (not explicit), Yancy calls you “doll” in a gender neutral way, period stuff

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Breakfast - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, slight paranoia (?), slight abandonment issues

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Star-gazing - Yancy x gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: none

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Solitary - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack, claustrophobia, swearing, hurt/comfort

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Hyperfixations - Yancy x autistic!gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: slight swearing???, fluff

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Darkiplier

Just a Little Dark Drabble - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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A Thousand Awful Days - Dark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria, swearing, fluff

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Overwhelmed - Part 2 - Dark x (implied) autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: overstimulation/sensory overload, being nonverbal, zoning out, swearing, can be read as platonic

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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Grief - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: grieving, depression, loss of a pet

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Period Pains - Dark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: talk of period stuff that may cause dysphoria

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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

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Birthday Wishes - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: mentions of purgatory, fire/matches and a knife

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Dark Drabble - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: none

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Just A Child - Dark & teenage!gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Actor is a creep (implied), hurt/comfort themes

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Panic Attack Comfort Headcanons - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack (obvi), mostly fluff

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Pretty Boy - King!Dark x masc!reader

Warnings: things get a little spicy 😳

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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

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Papers (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

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Illinois

Of Cowboys, Cave Ins, and Crushes - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: being trapped in a small area, death, minor injuries that are not explicitly described

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Partner - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Free of Charge - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: illness, swearing, hurt/comfort

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Reckless - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: death, blood, injury, swearing, ANGST

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Family Reunion - Illinois, no reader

Warnings: none

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Stay Safe - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing

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Star-gazing - Illinois x gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings: none

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Careful Not To Fall In Love - Illinois & Indiana Jones

Warnings: none

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Hyperfixations - Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings, slight swearing??, fluff

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Damien

Midnight, The Stars and You (Songfic Kinda) - Damien x fem!reader

Warnings: none

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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

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Sodomy - Damien x male!DA!reader

Warnings: internalized homophobia, religious trauma, hinted emotionally abusive parents, sodomy laws

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Papers (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

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Googleplier

Hug - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Reader Who Can’t Spell Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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First Kiss Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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ISWM

You’re Not The Captain AU

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Ficlet

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You’re Another Engineer AU

One

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Captain’s Log - Ficlet - Addition

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Dogs in Space Headcanons - ISWM Crew + Captain!reader (Slight Captaineer)

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Engineer Mark

Kiss It Better - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff

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Captain, My Captain - Engineer Mark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: period fic, cramps, swearing

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In My Solitude (Songfic) - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: loneliness, depression, possible su*c*dal thought (written in red text just in case), death, heavy angst, maybe a little fluffy at the end but like a sad fluffy

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I Missed You - Engineer Mark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: being (unintentionally) misgendered

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#1 Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

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Your Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, loss of identity, overworking

[drunkbedsheetghost]

Chapters: 2/4 Fandom: A Heist With Markiplier (Web Series), In Space With Markiplier (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Illinois (A Heist With Markiplier)/You, Illinois (A Heist with Markiplier)/Reader Characters: Reader, Illinois (A Heist with Markiplier), Wilford Warfstache | William J. Barnum | The Colonel, Captain Magnum (A Heist With Markiplier) Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Friendship/Love, Almost Kiss, First Kiss, Kidnapping, Pirates, Desert Island, Treasure Hunting, Idiots in Love, Gender-neutral Reader Series: Part 3 of The Misadventures Of Illinois And Y/N Summary:

You and Illinois are in love with each other. Unfortunately, you are both idiots. [GN!Reader]

[demonsman]

Hi! Could you do a headcannon about Illinois reacting to a gn! reader coming out as an acexual that's a little disgusted about s*x

illinois with an asexual s/o headcanons

hello! i hope i did this justice!

right okay now

coming out to illinois took while, to say the least

he didnt understand it at first.

"you're ace a what now? darlin i think your gonna have to explain it to me please"

once he fully wrapped his head around it, he is your biggest supporter.

if you didn't want to have sex he wasnt going to force you

he wants you to be happy and comfortable around him

he tries his best

he makes sure with what you're comfortable with and once you've drawn that line he will not test it at all

he will never betray your trust like that

he loves you too much for that

and he came to terms and realised that sex isn't the most important thing in a relationship

he's happy and your happy that is all that matters.

[crunkumbee]

Tunnel Time Blues

Illinois x Gender Neutral Reader

Requests: 

Can you do shy!reader who's really blushy and easily scared, with Illinois??? Thanks in advance!! - @veryobsessivefan​

Are requests open? Can you write one where Y/N is crying for whatever reason, and trying to hide it from Illinois, but he catches them and comforts them? Thank you in advance :3

Hey……can you give us a paragraph about how Illinois being extremely charming(in any way) for 5 mins straight?????

Word Count: 400

A/N: yeah so my game thing came out and i totally didn’t wake up at 5 am just so i would have time to play AND get ready to come to school and fail my science test, spanish quiz and the rest of my finals/ unit tests not only that but i really suck ass at writing titles im so sorry BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME i really hope you all ENJOY

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Sure it was stupid but you missed your dog hella bad. She was just sitting at home and had to deal with the person next door taking care of her and if you were going to be honest, he wasn’t your first choice, or even your tenth but he was the only person that could do it. And now you were stuck in some tunnel with Illinois. He had saved your life but your dog must be wondering where the hell you must be. Not only that but you were tired and your feet hurt. Of course Illinois was just talking about something random and seemingly not paying any attention as you quietly let the tears stream down your face. 

“So then I used this rope and totally grabbed this man and- y/n…?” 

You quickly tried your best to pull yourself together, wiping your cheeks and standing up straighter but he already knew that you had been crying. 

“Hey, are you alright? I know I talk about myself a lot and after hearing about my near death experience can do that to a person.” 

“I’m fine.” 

“I’ve been around enough people to know that when somebody says that, especially after crying in an underground tunnel, they are not fine. So let’s sit and you can tell me what’s on your mind.” 

Together you sat on the soft dirt and told him about your dog and how she was a good girl and for once in his life he actually listened to the other person and didn’t try to make the situation about himself. 

“From the way you talk about her, I would love to meet your dog. Maybe once we get out of here I could come visit and see her?” 

“I think we can have that arranged.” 

“I think I see a light down there at the end! We might be getting out of here sooner than I thought.” 

Both of you stood up and started walking towards where Illinois had seen the light. Once the opening was in sight you started to run towards it with him following close behind. 

As you stepped into the fading sunlight and onto the grass, you realized how much you missed something as simple as the sun and the smell of the purple flowers that surrounded you. 

“So, I hope I’m still invited to meet your infamous dog.” 

“Why of course.” 

[orange-waterfalls]

All Your Fault

Yancy x gender neutral!reader, Illinois x gender neutral!reader

@glitchbitch69 ty for the prompt!

A/N: aight look, im not good with angst. I did my best??? Rated T for cursing and like 1 single mention of blood. It's sad boy hours out here. Mostly Yancy x reader, a bit Illinois x reader if you squint. I bet you could probably say Yancy x Illinois, too. Fluffy at the end.

Word Count: 2.2k

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Yancy sits near the lantern, glaring at the adventurer sitting across from him. The adventurer in question was looking at the side of the tent, watching for any shadows.

Zombies are attracted to light after all.

Or is it sound… and moths are attracted to light…

I'm getting off topic. Let's continue.

Yancy clenches his fists when he thinks back to you…

You…

He loved you…

Your skin, your smile, your handsome and/or beautiful face…

And now you were gone. You disappeared.

No… you were taken from him.

And it was all this bastards fault.

Illinois. Yancy hated Illinois. But you made him promise to stay with him. Safety in numbers. It took everything he had not to deck the guy every time he opened his mouth. He was so cocky and arrogant for absolutely no reason! He was so annoying! He hated him… he missed you… he missed you a lot…

Illinois, on the other hand, was fond of Yancy. He found him endearing. And if you liked him, he couldn't be that bad. The kid did kill his parents, but he didn't know the whole story. He couldn't judge. He was happy when Yancy decided to stay with him. He had something to remember you by… he liked Yancy and he loved you. And he missed you.

But he'd never let that show. He'd keep his feelings to himself. He'd act just like he always did. Cocky, flirty, and adventurous. He had to. For Yancy. For you.

He missed you a lot.

Illinois turns back to Yancy, who's glaring daggers into his soul. He smirks at the man.

"C'mon, bud, I know I'm handsome, but there's no need to stare," he teases. Yancy narrows his eyes even more.

"Fuck youse," Yancy growls.

"Language, pal, language," Illinois chuckles. If Yancy glared any harder his eyes would pop out of his sockets. Illinois crossed his legs. "There ain't any out there now. I think it's safe to go to sleep." Yancy, still a bit pissy, nodded and layed down on a jacket. Your jacket. The jacket you lost when you died. He loved the jacket… it smelled like you…

Illinois was a bit jealous that you had given Yancy your jacket, but he understood. Yancy was nicer. You were closer to him. You both let yourselves be vulnerable around each other.

Unlike Illinois, who was too proud and masculine for his own good.

He waited until Yancy was sleeping before lying down himself. You made him promise to keep Yancy safe. He intended on keeping it. Only when he was absolutely sure Yancy was asleep, he laid down. He covered his face with his hat and closed his eyes.

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Illinois wakes up and puts his hat back on his head. He yawns and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He could feel how empty his stomach was.

"Alright, bud, I'm gonna go out and-" Illinois looked over, only to find there was no one there. His eyes widened. He left the tent and looked around frantically.

"Yancy? Yancy?!" He called. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no! He had promised. He was supposed to keep Yancy safe! What's he gonna do? He looked over and saw a dense forest with sneaker tracks in the dirt. He took a deep breath and headed in.

He ran through the woods, gun in hand, hoping and wishing and praying to find the prisoner. Why the hell did he run here? Did he see a zombie and panic? Did he see a zombie and not warn Illinois? That's rude…

He searches for 15 minutes without finding anything. He tries his best to go in a straight line, but he falls down a hill, not exactly knowing where he came from when he gets to the bottom. He groans and staggers to his feet. He holds his head, but pulls his hand away as he feels blood.

"Ain't that just peachy," he grumbles. He takes bandages he found at a hospital and wraps them around his head. He walks forward, hoping to find a trace of Yancy. He finds something even better. He finds Yancy, sitting on the grass, barely moving. Illinois sighs in relief. "Jesus, man, y'almost gave me a heart attack…" Yancy doesn't move. Illinois frowns and slowly walks towards him. "Kid…?" He reaches out.

"I saw them," Yancy says, barely above a whisper.

"Saw… who?" Illinois asks, hoping he isn't going crazy.

"Y/N… I saw them… they was right there… I went after them but they was gone…"

"Yancy…"

"Don't you fuckin' "Yancy" me, asshole!" Yancy suddenly screams. Illinois steps back, surprised.

"Y/N's gone Yancy," Illinois calmly explains. Yancy clenches his fists so hard he draws blood. His face is fixed in a hateful glare, and tears begin streaming down his face.

"I know they're fuckin gone! I've known that for the past 3 months! I know that they're gone, and I know that it's all because of you!" He screams, sobbing between sentences. "Y/N's gone and it's all your fault!" Illinois frowns, not knowing how to respond to that accusation. It wasn't his fault… was it? You decided to distract them… that was your decision… it wasn't his fault… it wasn't. Illinois inhales deeply.

"I'm going to go look for some food. I expect you to be back at camp by the time I get back." Yancy scoffs and turns away from him. "I'll give you some time to cool down." Illinois turns back towards where he came. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should comfort Yancy. He decided against it.

He'd only make it worse.

--

Illinois is out for a bit longer than he expected. He had a run in with a really weird military guy… what was his name? Ted? Not like it matters. He's dead. Illinois did manage to find a couple cans of soup, beans, and vegetables in an abandoned camp. He wondered what happened to them…

He decides not to think about it too much.

He makes his way back to camp, hoping Yancy listened to him this one time. He was happily surprised to find Yancy sitting next to a fire, holding two birds. He looks up at Illinois for a moment before looking away. Illinois raises a brow.

"I, uh… I thought I'd surprise you with lunch… but… I don't know how to cook a bird…" he explains awkwardly. Illinois smiles.

"That's alright. It's difficult. Here, we'll cook these and save them for dinner. We should pack up and keep moving." Yancy nods as Illinois begins to show what he's supposed to do.

After they finish cooking the birds and eating two cans of beans, they pack up. They decided it'd be better to keep moving and look for better shelter than to sit around doing nothing. By the time dinner rolled around, they'd found a nice, small, abandoned house. They both agreed it was best to stay there instead of in the tent for another night. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. It was cozy. They liked it. They manage to get the stove to work using a lighter, and they make soup to eat with their bird meat. They sit in silence eating their dinner, both feeling very awkward. Yancy sets his bowl down after he finishes and sighs.

"Uh… hey, Illinois?" He asks. Illinois looks up. "I'm, uh… I'm… sorry about earlier…" Illinois smiles sadly.

"It's fine, kid."

"No, it's not… I had no right to say that to youse, I was feeling sad and I needed someone to blame, so I took it out on youse… I'm sorry," Yancy explains. Illinois blinks at his sudden maturity and smiles.

"Alright, I forgive you," they both sit, smiling at each other, sharing a moment of mutual understanding. Until…

"I would hate to see your cute little face upset," Illinois winks. Yancy squints at him.

"Youse is a douchebag," he grabs his bowl and takes it back to the kitchen.

Both men sleep in the bedrooms, feeling a bit more closure. They knew that it wasn't either of their faults. They could get along better now. They'd be alright.

--

Yancy wakes up to something small hitting his arm. He brushes it off as a bug, even when he feels it three different times in the exact same place. Then, he feels something much larger hit him in the face.

"OW, what the fuck?!" He yells. He looks down to see a fairly thick book on the floor. He looks out the window, wondering who just threw it. Instead of seeing a human, he sees zombies at the front, trying to break through the door and windows. Yancy yelps and runs across the hall to where Illinois is sleeping. He shakes the adventurer harshly, calling his name to get him up. Illinois groans.

"What? What is it?" He whines. Yancy grabs him up and pulls him to the window, where even more zombies are trying to break in through the back door. Illinois yells out and scrambles to grab his stuff. They gather all their clothes, equipment and food, and run out a window on the side of the house. Illinois vaults out effortlessly. Yancy, on the other hand, does not know how to vault. He knocks a lot of things over and makes a lot of noise as he leaves. The zombies notice this and start to chase after them. Illinois grabs Yancy and starts running. Where to, he had no idea. Just away from there. They run and run and run until the end up in a forest. They run until they get to an open space, catching their breath.

"God…" Yancy pants, "I didn't know zombies were so fast…"

"Me either…" Illinois pants, "but we need to keep going." They try going forward, but are blocked by a wall of zombies. The same thing happens with the other three directions. They stand in the circle of zombies, looking back and forth, trying to find a way out. There was none.

"What do we do? What do we do?!" Yancy panics. Illinois stands, shaking, not knowing. He can't save him. He can't protect Yancy. He failed.

"I'm sorry, Y/N… I'm so sorry…" he whispers. Yancy hears it and covers his face with his hands. They both sit, holding and hugging each other, waiting for what's to come.

Suddenly, they hear quick footsteps and the zombies all stop. Keeping their eyes closed, they hear a series of grunts and moans and groans. Then they hear the zombies leave.

Wait… the zombies are leaving?

They open their eyes to see all the zombies just… gone. Except for one. Right in front of them. Illinois stands up, pulling Yancy with him. He hides the man behind his back and brandishes his gun, ready to shoot. But the zombie steps back, holding its hands up. Since when do zombies surrender? He sees something shine in his eye and looks to see what it is. He sees a necklace.

A golden necklace.

A necklace he gave to you on your second adventure together…

Wait…

He looks up at the zombie's face. Your face was a bit gray, but it was you.

It was you!

"Y/N?" He asks in disbelief. You look up at him and smile, nodding happily. Illinois drops his gun and runs over, hugging you. Yancy stands for a moment not knowing what to do.

"No… no way…" he starts. Illinois turns, expecting him to be angry or confused. He's just the opposite. He's smiling from ear to ear. "NO FUCKING WAY!" He yells and runs into your arms. He starts to sob.

"But… but you…" Illinois starts. You shrug and show him your bite. Yancy pulls away.

"But how are youse… y'know… thinkin'?" He asks. You think for a moment, knitting your eyebrows together, before shrugging. Yancy laughs. "Of course ya don't know, ya dumbass," you gently punch his shoulder.

"How'd you find us?" Illinois asks. You scratch the back of your neck. You try to talk, but no words form.

Is that just… a thing? With zombies?

Hm. Guess so. Anyways.

You get on your knees, grab a stick, and write something in the mud. "I've followed you for the past two months. I know what you smell like."

"You know what we smell like? Aw…" Illinois teases. You glare at him playfully. It was nice to know he hadn't changed. Yancy, on the other hand, looked 3 minutes away from a full-on emotional breakdown.

"2 months? 2 months youse was right there? 2 months we coulda been together?" He asks, tears visible in his eyes. You frown, feeling guilty. You take Yancy into your arms and just hold him. He starts to cry. Which turns into sobbing. Illinois stands, looking at you two. He smiles. You were back! Thank God. He didn't think he could handle Yancy. After a minute he sighs.

"Alright, you two. Let's head out," he says. You nod and lift Yancy off of his knees. He wipes at his eyes and sniffles for a moment before walking, refusing to let go of your hand. Illinois follows close behind. You were back… you were still here, but now, you're with them. He almost couldn't believe it. He laughs to himself.

Yep. They'd be alright.

I'm supposed to be studying lol