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leighsartworks216 · 1 year ago

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Markiplier Egos Masterlist

I have too many links on my main masterlist lol

Main Masterlist

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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

Help - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, depression, intrusive thoughts

Friendship - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Cuddles - The Host x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, awkwardness

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

Warnings: none

Wilford Warfstache

Blanket Thief - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Scary Movie Night - Wilford x gn!reader

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

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

Warnings: mentions of food and drink

Yancy

Pet - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, reader is angy, bad accents

Parole - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: cat

My Handsome Guy - trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader

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

Breakfast - Yancy x gn!reader

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

Star-gazing - Yancy x gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: none

Solitary - Yancy x gn!reader

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

Hyperfixations - Yancy x autistic!gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: slight swearing???, fluff

Darkiplier

Just a Little Dark Drabble - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A Thousand Awful Days - Dark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria, swearing, fluff

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

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

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

Warnings: none

Grief - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: grieving, depression, loss of a pet

Period Pains - Dark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: talk of period stuff that may cause dysphoria

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

Warnings: angst

Birthday Wishes - Dark x DA!reader

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

Dark Drabble - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: none

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

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

Panic Attack Comfort Headcanons - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack (obvi), mostly fluff

Pretty Boy - King!Dark x masc!reader

Warnings: things get a little spicy 😳

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

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

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

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

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

Partner - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Free of Charge - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: illness, swearing, hurt/comfort

Reckless - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: death, blood, injury, swearing, ANGST

Family Reunion - Illinois, no reader

Warnings: none

Stay Safe - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing

Star-gazing - Illinois x gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings: none

Careful Not To Fall In Love - Illinois & Indiana Jones

Warnings: none

Hyperfixations - Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings, slight swearing??, fluff

Damien

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

Warnings: none

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

Warnings: none

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

Warnings: angst

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

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

Sodomy - Damien x male!DA!reader

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

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

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

Googleplier

Hug - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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

Warnings: none

First Kiss Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

ISWM

You’re Not The Captain AU

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

You’re Another Engineer AU

One

Captain’s Log - Ficlet - Addition

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

Engineer Mark

Kiss It Better - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff

Captain, My Captain - Engineer Mark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: period fic, cramps, swearing

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

I Missed You - Engineer Mark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: being (unintentionally) misgendered

#1 Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

Your Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

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

#fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #mayor damien x reader #damien x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #wilford x reader #darkiplier x reader #host x reader #illinois x reader #yancy x reader #engineer mark x reader #googleplier x reader

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drunkonaheistinspace · 1 year ago

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three almost kisses and the one time nothing could interrupt

originally published: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, first kiss, slight angst

When Illinois proudly announced that the two of you would be attending an auction again, flashbacks from last time hit you like a tsunami. Luckily for you, you were informed of his plans two weeks in advance and not hours in advance like last time, giving you plenty of time to prepare.

The first thing you did was insist that you wear your outfit from last time and he didn't have to buy you a new one. You accidentally found out how much he paid for it, which nearly gave you a heart attack. The only reason you still had it was Illinois's argument that it was a birthday present and you didn't want to be rude. And yes, you even kept the overpriced ring that could possibly be an ancient relic. The second was to find out more information about the auction. This time it was about a deceased collector whose collection is being liquidated so that the family can pay off the mountain of debt that the deceased had left them. It looks like you might even find it this time as the deceased specialized in ancient artifacts and judging by the thumbnails were the kind of artifacts you're after.

The sight of Illinois in a suit was something you could never get used to. It was just wrong. But it gave you the opportunity to tie his bow tie, which in turn gave you an excuse to get close to him. "Let's go over the rules again," you said as you straightened the bow tie. "Why are we going to the auction?" Illinois sighed. "To find potential pieces for my collection." "What don't we do?" "Do not purchase artifacts of unknown and/or questionable origin." "And?" "And don't give my partner any gifts that cost me more than fifty dollars." The fifty dollars was still a compromise. You wanted to go lower than ten bucks, after all he was still your boss and after all he was obligated to pay you and he paid you well above average, which is why you didn't see the point of expensive gifts. But he insisted that there should be at least fifty. He referred to this as a bonus for excellent work performance.

A look out of the window told you that the limousine had already arrived and was now waiting for you. You went to grab your coat, but Illinois grabbed your arm. You looked at him in surprise. “After the auction...would you like to go out for dinner afterward? It doesn't have to be expensive! We can also just make a detour to McDonald's and get something there.” A gentle smile graced your face. Illinois was always so cute when he was shy. This was a side of him that only you got to see. "I'd love to have dinner with you." You stood in absolute silence for a moment, looking at each other before Illinois slowly walked towards you and leaned towards you. You closed your eyes in anticipation but your lips didn't touch. Instead, you were startled by loud impatient horns. "The limo is waiting," you said, heart racing, and grabbed your coat. "Yeah, we should go now," he agreed, running his fingers through his hair.

In the end, the auction was canceled because two idiots broke in and took a large part of the collection. Instead, you spent the night in the parking lot behind a McDonald's watching the stars while sharing a helping of chicken nuggets.

You had asked Illinois for a single day at the beach several times in the past. Just to relax. Well, your wish has finally been granted after a long time, but unfortunately not in the way you would like. Yes, you just found yourself on a beach at sunset, but instead of sipping colorful cocktails and enjoying the view, you were stuck on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with a treasure map that made no sense.

"I give up! The map is useless!" you called to your boss who had climbed up one of the palm trees hoping to get a better view of the island. You, on the other hand, had the map in your hand and tried to make sense of the scribble. "I'm afraid I have to agree with you there," Illinois admitted while clambering down the palm tree. "I'm not even sure if we're on the right island anymore." You sit down on the sand and bury your face in your hands. The adventurer sat next to you and fanned the cool air with his hat. "At least we can enjoy the sunset." With a sigh, you looked up and you had to admit that the sunset here was particularly beautiful. At least there was a nice moment you could share with Illinois. "We should take a vacation and just go somewhere that isn't dangerous," you murmur as you rest your head on his shoulder. Illinois said nothing and just silently took your hand and gently squeezed it.

You just sat there and watched the sunset without saying a word. You couldn't remember who turned around first, but suddenly you were looking at each other and your faces got closer and closer. Your lips were only a few millimeters from touching. You were just a head movement away from what you both longed for. At the same time, a cannonball hit the water just meters in front of you, drenching you both in seawater. You looked up in surprise and saw a ship on the horizon.

"Please tell me that's not who I think it is," you moaned in annoyance and frustration. "Captain Magnum," Illinois confirmed. "Maybe we should flee inland before he actually hits us." As if on cue, you saw another cannonball being fired and you ran into the dense jungle hoping to escape the pirate.

You ran through the dark maze-like corridors. You've been running for quite a while and you're not exactly sure where you are right now. Everything looks the same and the fear that you've been going in circles the whole time overcomes you. The worst thing about the whole thing, however, was the fact that you didn't even know who you were running from or where exactly you were going. The day started out so harmless.

It was a beautiful summer day and you and Illinois were “on vacation” so to speak. Maybe vacation wasn't the right word. It was much more of a break between adventures because your plane broke down and your flight was delayed by two days. You were in no hurry and instead chose to take this as a sign that you really needed some time off. This included sitting in cute little cafes, drinking coffee and talking about possible new goals. Buy new work boots. Arguing with Illi about why you don't need a 200 euro jacket. In the end you decided to visit an art exhibition.

The exhibition included several different pieces by well-known local artists. You didn't know any of them, but that didn't stop you from marveling at the countless works. Illinois seemed to feel the same way because he would stand in front of a work for a long time complementing both the composition and the technique and all you could do was listen in silence and marvel at how much this man knew about art.

Then it happened. Illinois was laughing. Everything was good. Everything was wonderful. Then he noticed something in the distance. His laughter stopped. His smile vanished. He looked like he had seen a demon. Then everything happened quickly. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the exit, but something forced him to change direction and you ran deeper into the gallery. You couldn't see who or what was doing this to Illinois, but you were sure of one thing. You've never seen him so scared. Eventually he drags you through a door with a staircase leading down. Once you got to the bottom you saw two hallways and Illinois turned to you with a worried look.

"Listen to me. We have to split up! He's most likely after me and I doubt he'll hurt you as long as you stay away from me!" "But-" you tried to protest, but he placed a finger on your lips, silencing you. "No buts! For once, I want you to listen to me and do what I tell you. This is solely for your good.” He removed his finger and instead took your face in his hands. “We will find each other again. I promise it." You wanted to protest again, but the look in his eyes tells you that he won't accept any complaints. You took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. I trust you." He gave you one final affirmative smile before you walked in different directions.

And so you found yourself in the endless dark labyrinth that sucked every hope out of you with every passing second. Your legs hurt from running and you were exhausted, but you couldn't afford a break. Not unless you knew where the adventurer was. Every step you took felt like you were pulling a heavy load behind you, and a tightness that settled in your chest heralded the onset of a panic attack. It was difficult for you to see in the dimly lit hallways and you felt like it was getting darker with every step. How much time has passed since you broke up?

You turned a corner and instead of finding another endless corridor ahead of you, you ran into what you initially thought was a wall. Only the wall was warm, muscular and difficult to breathe. Two strong hands rested on your shoulders, providing the necessary support that kept you from collapsing like a cheap folding chair on a hot summer afternoon. "Thank God! You're fine!" did you hear the living Adonis statue say You were too exhausted to say anything. Instead, the hands moved away from your shoulders and you were pulled into a tight hug. "I know I have some explaining to do, and I'll do it once we get out of here," Illinois still held you tight, afraid someone would pull you away from him. “I promise you that we will then be a month – no, two months! oh you know what Let's take the rest of the year off and just relax!" The support that the adventurer gave you finally let you relax and catch your breath. Over time, your mind became clearer and the hallway you are in became brighter. You take a deep breath. The familiar smell of leather and linen gave you another piece of security. Your limbs were heavy as lead, but you somehow managed to raise your arm and squeeze Illinois' biceps, after which he released you.

You didn't realize your vision was blurry until you tried to look the adventurer in the face. You feel his warm hands on your cheeks and a light pressure on your forehead. You blink a few times and as your vision cleared you noticed his forehead was pressed against yours. His eyes were closed, his sun-tanned skin was glistening with sweat, and you could smell the faint whiff of coffee on his breath. "I promise nothing will happen to you," he whispered more to himself than to you. “You survived until now. You survived longer than anyone else." He opened his eyes. "You mean too much to me to let him take you away." You stared into each other's eyes for a long time. The corridor was long forgotten. All your senses were taken over by him. The warmth radiating from him. The smell of him clouding your mind like a potent drug. His breath on your face. His eyes that looked straight into your soul. It was like a spell that you couldn't break.

Slowly he closed his eyes again and tilted his head. His lips were only a few millimeters from yours. You inhale his breath and close your eyes. This was the moment. But before you could lean forward and fully surrender to the spell, a door next to you was violently thrown open. You both jumped aside in shock and panic. Was the door here all along? "There you are!" exclaimed Wilford. You both looked at him in horror, but neither of you was able to say or do anything. “You two are extremely late for your interview! Well, come on in!" Wilford grabbed you both by the wrist and yanked you through the door.

You didn't talk about what happened in the corridor. Neither of you could.

It's mid-August. The sky was painted yellow and pink from the setting sun. Illinois kept his promise. Since the Gallery incident, you've stayed away from adventures and settled in a small town. He gave you you room to breath by giving you a small house on the outskirts of town. Under normal circumstances you would insist on getting an apartment, but since the incident you just needed some alone time. Time to think. Time to understand your own feelings. His house wasn't far. A few minutes walk. He gave you a key. You were welcome at any time. And yet you haven't seen each other in two months.

Those two months were the first time you could really think. Overthink. Losing yourself in your own mind. You realized three things: 1. The carpet in your living room was exceptionally soft and perfect for staring at the ceiling for hours. 2. You miss the smell of leather and canvas. 3. Illinois' entire existence was like a siren song and you struggled every day to resist it.

You only now realized that you had been under his spell since the first time you met and every time you tried to leave, you somehow found a way back to him. You had lost your heart and it was now part of his collection. The only thing that stopped him from possessing both your body and your soul was a single kiss.

One kiss and there will be no turning back.

A kiss to seal the deal.

A kiss to become his holy grail.

Every time you opened your front door and looked out, you could see his house. So far and yet so close. There was nothing standing in your way except your own pride and sanity. But today you were weak.

You didn't bother putting on shoes. You looked up at the sky and noticed that the colorful play of colors from before was replaced by dark rain clouds. You felt the first drops on your face and closed your eyes. It didn't take long for the light drizzle to turn into a storm. The rain soaked your clothes and your hair was wet and stuck to your face. This was the perfect weather.

Your legs moved of their own accord, carrying you down the street until you stood in front of his house. Lightning and thunder joined the rain and the wind became more ruthless. But you didn't care. Three steps and you were standing at his door. You take three deep breaths. You knock on the door three times.

You heard the footsteps behind the door. Your heart was racing and you felt the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You heard the door unlock and you held your breath. The door swung open and you took the first step. Illinois didn't have time to react as your arms wrapped around his neck and cold lips pressed against his. He stumbled backwards until his back was pressed against a wall. Only when he realized it was you kissing him did he allow himself to close his eyes and return the kiss. Only when he wrapped his arms around you and felt how wet your clothes were did he force himself to break the kiss. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away. You were surprised at his sudden abruptness, but the sight that greeted you made every bit of anger in you fade away. His otherwise perfect hair hung over his face, his cheeks red, his lips swollen and his eyes dark. You wanted to lunge at him once more and steal another kiss, but his grip was iron, keeping you at arm's length.

“What happened?” he asked, struggling to keep you at a safe distance. “Why are you wet?” “I couldn’t take it anymore,” you replied while breathing heavily. "I need to see you, feel you, you..." “And that’s why you walked through the rain?” He looked you up and down again. “And that barefoot?!” You rolled your eyes. “How dare I walk barefoot in the rain! This is worse than the time I had to jump off a cliff into the sea! Or the time I had to fight a mutant killer bunny!” Now it was Illinois who rolled his eyes.

You felt his grip on your shoulders loosen and you took the opportunity to approach him again. He didn't do anything to stop you and so you wrapped your arms around him again and hid your face in his neck. Strong arms wrapped around your wet form, pushing you closer to him. “I want to be more than your partner,” you whisper into his skin. In response, he kissed you on the temple. “Were you thinking about a spring wedding or would you prefer fall?” You gave him a light kick to the leg. “Not so fast, my dear! We haven’t seen each other for two months and we have to make up for that time first.” “Whatever you want, treasure!”

#ghost writing #illinois x reader #in space with markiplier #a heist with markiplier #ahwm illinois #iswm illinois #fanfiction

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jacksepticeye-simp · 13 days ago

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Iplier Masterlist

(Some of this might be dead dove or spicy, be aware)

Googleplier (#bluevoltage):

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW: {DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT?}|| IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Murdock (#serotoninslasher):

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Wilford Warfstache (#bubblegumbastard):

Confession (Wilford Warfstache x GN! Reader || TWs: None)

Illinois Jones (#headstronghunk):

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, PROLOUGE

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, Part 1

Heist! Mark (#kleptocutie):

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Mayor Damien (#mysteriousmayor):

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Darkiplier (#suitedshadow):

Reunion (Darkiplier & Male Reader || TW: Light violence || SFW || )

Proposal (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None || SFW || )

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification || SFW || )

Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 2 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 3 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 5 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 4 (Darkiplier x reader|| TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / IMPLIED DRUGGING)

Welcome home, Part 6 (Darkiplier x reader|| TW: MURDER/IMPLIED LIGHT VIOLENCE || SFW || )

Pains (Werewolf! Darkiplier x GN! reader || TWs: None || SFW || )

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier || Part 1 || TWs: None || SFW || )) ||

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood || SFW || )

Head Engineer Mark (#headheartthrob):

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader || TWs: Implied spicyness? || Mostly SFW ||)

Yandereplier (#lovesickloner):

Love at first stab (Yandereplier x Yandere! M! Reader || TWs: Mentions of murder & blood, general yandere stuff || SFW || )

King of the squirrels (#rulerofrodents):

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Yancy (#musicaljailbird):

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Annus (#spookyspirit):

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Bingiplier (#sunshinebot):

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The God of Night (#eternaleclipse):

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The Necromancer:

Pyre (The Necromancer x F! Witch! Reader || TWs: Murder, witch trials, burning || SFW || )

Doctor Iplier (#discountdoctor):

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HeeHoo (#feralfucker):

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years ago

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I Call This One: Bold & Brash!

The egos x artist! gn! reader

ty @pokemonpunqueen for the request!

A/N: I’ve decided that I’m gonna write for the egos when I can’t think of anything else or I need practice writing lmao. I mean I was doing that before? But I didn’t know it? listen it’s fine it’ll be fine but FOR NOW I thiiiink I’m gonna take requests. Just a few. I’ll stop when I think it gets too much. This is exactly what it says. I focused on like drawing/painting for “artist”, with some references to animation thrown in there. I did Darkiplier, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Google, Eric, and a Host thrown in there bc I love him and I miss him

Word count is 1.5k

Enjoy

Egos x artist!reader

Darkiplier

He’ll want to commission art from you

He makes comments about how Mark is a narcissist but also he’s a narcissist.

Oh look, Dark’s asking you for another picture. What does he want? He wants you to draw him? Again? For the fifth time this fucking month? Wonderful.

He likes looking at how you make art of him, be it stylistic or realistic

He will hang them up all over the fucking house so pace yourself

He’s fine if you draw anybody else

Except Mark. Never Mark. How can he tell, you ask? No fucking clue, but he does

Gets a bit worried that you won’t make enough money to live comfortably

Just because not everyone needs a fucking MANSION-

Will always buy things for you if you ask

Likes to be able to support your job or hobby

Sugar daddy? I mean maybe

Makes sure you eat, sleep, drink water, survive--

Leaves snacks for you at your desk for when you don’t want a meal.

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep at a desk

Recommends you wear comfy clothes at all times so you can fall asleep wherever

A bit of an enabler, he’s doing his best tho

If you take commissions don’t be surprised if he threatens to kill someone when they don’t pay or are rude to you

He loves you, that’s all

Wilford

Fucking elated

Draw him!!! Please!!!! Please draw him!!!!! He has coin!!!!! He can pay!!!!!

Ecstatic if you actually draw him like he’ll giggle for an hour straight just looking

Secretly commissions more art from you

So also sugar daddy

It’s always something so obvious so you know it’s him anyways

He likes bright colors and eyestrain for some reason

If you make that, he just. Stares at it. Unblinking. You have to snap him out of it (im not projecting what do you mean)

Gets extremely worried about you not taking care of yourself

Gets someone to fucking babysit you when he’s gone so you take care of yourself

When you get greatly offended by this he settles for texting you reminders

And when you ignore those he texts more

Don’t be surprised if you get spammed by several people and an alarm starts to play from somewhere in the house

You’re gonna be healthy whether you like it or not, asshole

Drags you to bed aggressively

He WILL NOT drug your food with melatonin because that’s illegal. B U T-

He’s a little confused, but he got the spirit

Will advertise your art to anyone and everyone and also on his show and threatens the audience with a gun

AGAIN, a little confused. he just wuvs u so much

Yancy

I mean technically he’s kind of an artist too so he appreciates your skill and creativity

He’s very nosy and likes to look over your shoulder while you work

If you don’t like him doing that, he still does it, just more secretively

Likes to work in the same room as you.

That is if you don’t mind constant singing or tap dancing in the background

He shows off your art to anyone and everyone and gets mad if they don’t immediately say it’s fantastic

May or may not have stabbed someone over it, you’ll never know

If you show him something you’re working on, he’ll show you something he’s working on in return

The law of equivalent exchange

You tell him you can make MONEY from things like art and dancing and he goes apeshit he gets so fucking excited

If you’re like an animator and offer to animate his dancing he might actually cry

He’ll deny it constantly every day until he dies

If you make things traditionally he hangs them on the wall Everywhere

You might run out of room

By which i mean you will run out of room as soon as possible

Will never tell you a drawing is bad ever unless it’s like Really Bad which it never will be in his eyes

He loves anything and everything you do u are so precious

You have a permanent support system within the man

Google

Used to see art as pointless

Then comprehended the chemical release it causes in the brain and thought that was fine

Then saw you get really mad with something you were working on and got confused again?

If art no make good chemical, why art?

He still doesn’t understand, but that’s ok

You tried to get him to make something once

He just. Kinda. Made a buncha ones and zeroes

You still framed it and hung in on the wall and he got embarrassed

If he could blush, he would

If you draw him he looks like he doesn’t care but it’s at that point he decides he would die for you

Primary objective: answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective: make u happy. Tertiary objective is to destroy mankind

If you draw bing that will disappear IMMEDIATELY you have BETRAYED him

If you ask for a color palette recommendation he Always says the google colors. Always.

You might’ve thought he was going for an rgby type of thing. But then you realize.

He is in charge of your financing. He will tell you the most efficient ways to make money as an artist and you follow then

He is also in charge of making sure you FUCKING EAT A MEAL

“But isn’t an objective to destroy mankind?” shut up he’s not happy about it either

Despite his best efforts he loves you and that ain’t gonna change

Illinois

Doesn’t fully understand

He needs to be outside at all times and cannot stay in one place

And you’re like??? Required to stay still???? For prolonged amounts of time????? Disgusting. Anyway, whatcha workin’ on?

He might ask you to try and teach him

If you do try he gives up almost immediately

Sometimes you just get so into it that you forget to do basic things and he gets upset

(i.e. eating, sleeping, living, etc.)

He gets worried about you

He is a hypocrite bc he does the same

He will drag you to bed, motherfucker

Honestly he might lock your shit somewhere until you fucking take care of yourself. it’s like a hostage situation god

“Where the fuck did you put it” “I have no clue what you mean. I might know if you eat your dinner, though”

Asshole (affectionate)

Sometimes you like make faces when you try to draw a person and it’s hilarious and cute to him

He looks at your drawings the moment you walk away but acts like he doesn’t care

He cares a lot

Will support you no matter what but will also tell you without hesitation if he thinks something looks shit

Listen he’s out of line but he’s right

Eric

Loves you a lot and will support anything and everything you choose to do or make

Drawing? Awesome! Painting? Wonderful! Animation? Superb!

He often wants to buy you supplies or something but he does not know what anything is

Fuck is a chalk pencil???? What are gel pens vs normal pens?????? Watercolor????? What the fuck are you saying??????????

Will subtly drop hints that you could,,,, draw him,,,,, maybe,,,,, if u wanna

And by subtly I mean he starts to ask and then starts crying

If you draw him he will cry again he loves u so much

If he ever were to get a tattoo it’d be something u drew. Nothing else is as important to him at the moment

He enjoys photography and film, and likes to try and bond with you over artistic things

I mean. Some things overlap.

You could talk about a single drawing for hours and he’d listen intently the whole time

Don’t ask him for feedback, it’s always some version of “it’s perfect and I love you”

Even if he hates it

Which,,,,, he might hate it sometimes

He’s not a good reviewer. 2/10, very biased

He likes to take photos when you’re in the zone

If you tell him to delete them he will

While secretly making one his home screen

Host

Hey, he gets it

He writes, he understands the hyperfocus

Sometimes he wouldn’t move from his chair for a day because he was busy writing a script

That being said, you probably have to be the one to get him to take care of himself

Or you have to take turns

Otherwise you’re both gonna fucking die

He asks you to describe your art to him and tries to picture it.

He’ll tell you if he thinks it probably looks good or bad

You shouldn’t take it to heart because he can’t see it

He is a bastard sometimes

“Well, what do you think?” “I think it looks fantastic” “Thanks, babe” “...” “... you think you’re fucking funny, don’t you”

He asks if you can draw him sometimes

No, he won’t see it, but he’ll appreciate the sentiment if you do

He will ask for your opinion on his scripts sometimes

If you say it’s bad he gets really defensive

You work in the same room a lot of the time and forget the other is there

One of you has to preemptively order food or like set a timer so you can goddamn Survive

You’ll be fine

#markiplier egos x reader #darkiplier x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #yancy x reader #illinois x reader #googleplier x reader #eric derekson x reader #eric derickson x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #darkiplier x gn reader #wilford x reader #wilford warfstache x gn reader #yancy x gn reader #illinois x gn reader #googleplier x gn reader #eric derekson x gn reader #i'll be honest i only thought about this bc i saw mark's fucking VIDEO on tiktok and got kind of excited

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abyssal-zone-stares-back · 2 years ago

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Wear the Hat, Ride the Adventurer

Illinois x gn!reader

In your time working with Illinois, you’ve stolen his hat countless times.

The first time he wrote it off as you not knowing and took it back, laughing it off. Just a joke between friends. Although, he would like to be more.

He’s had to work himself over in a motel shower countless times, your name hissed through gritted teeth as he came.

You’re just on the other side of the bathroom door, bored, scrolling through the motel’s tv channels. He could give you something to do.

Nights in tents, tucking himself back into his pants after he’s finished, bite marks on the back of his hand. You sleeping just a couple of canvas walls over.

Times in caves having to squish together in a crack in the wall to avoid being flattened by an astray boulder. Hoping you don’t feel his cock jump at the close contact. Your skin sliding over his as you wiggle your way out after the danger has passed.

Next time, he thinks as you steal his hat again. Next time he’ll tell you what it means.

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The two of you hired a local to guide them to a crucial part of your adventure. He was leading, you following with Illinois trailing. They find the place and say goodbye to the guide.

He pulls you aside for a second and Illy listens in on your conversation. The guide nods to Illinois, who was looking at the map. “I see you keep stealing your companion hat, do you know what that means?” You look at Illy before going back to the man.

“Of course I do, wear the hat and ride the cowboy.” You grinned. The man nodded again. “You got it there.” He bids goodbye one last time before leaving.

You turn to find Illy disappearing into the cave mouth. You rush after him, turning the corner and running into his chest. “You knew this whole time?” He asks, and you nod. “Well then,”

He crowds you against the wall, boxing you in. “You got a lot of riding to make up for Darlin.”

#illinois x reader #masterbation #wear the hat ride the cowboy #Illinois #gn reader

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writeawaythepain · 3 years ago

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Dirty Dancing

Illinois x (gn!reader)

NOT NSFW! Its a pun! Get it cause they’re covered in dirt, and they're dancing?-

tw: alcohol (just a little)

Word Count: 1.5k

Prompts: F 23 - “If you do that again I will throw you out the window you- what are you doing?" "Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it." F 12 - "I might have had a few shots." 17 - "Prove it."

Summary: You and Illinois are celebrating a job well done after an adventure at a local pub, you both get just a little tipsy and decide to celebrate with some dancing.

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You took a long sip from the drink in your hand before gently slamming it onto the table with a satisfied sigh. You don’t usually drink very often, but you and Illinois decided you were gonna celebrate this one. It wasn’t every day you solve an unsolvable riddle and finally find the lost emerald of the Angel Islands. The same one adventurers had been searching for, for decades.

The alcohol tingled in your throat and you could feel a warm sensation flow through your body. You relaxed back into your chair, body aching from dodging all those traps and getting covered in nicks and bruises. In fact, you and Illinois probably looked like ghosts with all the dust and grime covering your bodies along with your slightly tattered clothing. You both hadn’t bothered showering in all the excitement, hygiene could wait. Right now you just wanted to soak in a job well done.

“Can I see it?” You ask him. He pulls the emerald out of his bag, and you see the lights of the pub reflect off its smooth green surface. He tries to dust it off with his sleeve, but all he accomplishes is moving some of the dirt around, so he holds it out to you. You reach out a hand to take it, and he gently places it into your palm, fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

You hold it up to the light and spin it gently, even with the dust covering it you could see the bright green color of the emerald and all the perfectly cut geometric shapes reflecting inside of it. “I think this is one of the prettiest things I’ve ever held.” You say in awe.

“Well, that’s hurtful seeing as though you’ve held onto me at least once~,” Illinois speaks in a relaxed but confident tone. You look up at him, he was holding his chin in his hand while resting his elbow on the table. He was sitting across the table from you and was looking right into your eyes. You don’t know if it was the adrenaline of finding the treasure, the dim lighting of the pub, or the booze, but he just looks so, so serene. And, well, pretty. Really pretty. You know he flirts with anyone and everyone as a joke, but you can’t help but have your heart skip a beat whenever he looks at you with those dark brown eyes of his. They always had a mischievous glint to them, as if they were always hiding something, just out of reach.

“Ha. Ha- I meant like an object, I don’t think I’ve ever held anything so valuable.” You respond sarcastically. He smirks.

“The gems pretty an all, but I’d rather look at you any day.” There’s the usual flirt. “You’re more valuable than any fancy rock.” That- that one surprised you. Your eyes widened. For some reason, that line felt different than his usual flirts. It sounded more personal. Almost…genuine. You searched his eyes for some sort of sign that he was joking, but he just looked back at you. His expression, almost dreamy.

“How much did you have to drink again, Illy?” You ask, trying to hide the heat rising to your cheeks.

"I might have had a few shots." He responds chuckling. “But I’m just being honest! You don’t give yourself enough credit. I never would have found that emerald without you. Hell, I’ve been trying to solve that riddle for years!” Your cheeks are probably red now. Illinois. THE Illinois was complimenting, YOU. The cocky bastard who calls himself pretty without a second thought was praising your riddle-solving ability?! You hid your flustered face as you took another sip from your glass. You had to take him out for drinks more often.

A group of a few performers started playing some music on the small stage they had in the pub, and you could see a few people get up and start dancing. Most of them were couples holding hands swaying to the smooth tones being played throughout the pub. You smiled at the scene, it seemed like they were having fun. Illinois noticed your expression and a grin started to grow on his face. You could hear his chair slide out as he got up and made his way over to you.

He bowed slightly, and extended his hand out to you, “May I have this dance, partner~” You can't help but snort at his cheesiness, but when he didn’t back down your eyes widened.

“Are you kidding? Illinois I can’t dance!” You say incredulously. Instead of taking his hand, you reach to put the emerald back in Illinois's bag, but before you can pull your hand away again, Illinois gently grabs your wrist.

“I didn’t ask if you were any good. I asked if you wanted to dance, with me.” The last part came out way softer than you’ve ever heard him speak. It made your heart skip a beat, and, what were you going to do? Say no to the hot Indiana Jones rip-off that managed to steal your heart with his rugged charms and southern accent? You weren’t an idiot! You hesitantly place your hand in his outstretched one, and he smirks.

“Do you even know how to dance?” You ask, still a bit unsure. He scoffs, and puts on a mock offended expression.

“Do I know how to dance?” He mimics is a bad impression of your voice. Now it’s your turn to look offended. “How about you just follow me and find out~” He winks at you before gently leading you to the dance floor. Oh gods you weren’t going to survive this.

He turns to face you and puts your hand on his shoulder. He puts his own hand on your waist and grabs your other hand with his free one. “Just follow my steps darlin’, I know you're a genius but just, don’t think too hard, ok? Just feel the rhythm of the music.” You take a deep breath and try to relax, you look down and follow his footsteps as best as you can, only stepping on his feet once or twice. “See your- ow- You’re doing great handsome/beautiful- agh-”

“I’m sorry! I told you I’m not good-!” You apologize. He just smiles and laughs.

“You’re doing fine darlin’, I’ve been through way worse. We’ve both been through worse just today, actually.” You smile and laugh as well.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.” You both start to get into a comfortable rhythm, stepping and swaying to the music. You got lost in the feeling of the moment, the atmosphere felt almost magical. You forgot all about your aching body and all the dirt covering you both from head to toe, you were just fully captivated by this moment.

That was until Illinois got an idea, and shot you a smirk. Oh no, what was he planning? Just as the music ended on its last note, and before you even knew what was really happening, Illinois moved his hand across your back, spinning you slightly and pulling you into a dip. You stare into his eyes, his face only a few inches from yours. You were both panting slightly, and your eyes were locked on each other. Illinois slowly starts to lean in a little closer...

...before he quickly plants a small kiss on your nose. Surprised and incredibly flustered you push yourself out of his arms. He starts laughing so hard that you can see tears forming in the corner of his eyes. You try to hide your own smile at the ridiculousness of this whole situation, and instead start to scold him.

“What was that!? I swear, if you do that again I will throw you out the window you- what are you doing?" He stops laughing to turning his head towards the window. Looking outside, you could see the pub was on the side of a cliff.

"Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it~" Your face was enough to make him erupt into laughter again. You just sigh, crossing your arms.

Finally, his fit of laughter stops. He walks up to you, putting both his hands on your shoulders. “Aw come on sweetheart, I’m just teasing. You know I love you.” You blink, taken aback by his words, did he really just say that? He couldn’t be drunk already, you were watching him, he only had like 2 shots of whiskey. So where was this coming from? You decided not to question it, and instead see if he was really being genuine, or just messing with you again. Oh, gods above you hoped this wasn’t a joke.

“Oh really, you love me? Prove it.” Wow ok, I guess his confidence was starting to rub off on you. His smirk grows into a full, genuine smile. He gently takes your hand again, and when you squeeze it in affirmation, he dips you again, and this time, he doesn’t miss.

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#illinois x reader #x gn reader #x male reader #xgn!reader #xmale!reader #ahwm x reader #markiplier egos x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier fanfic #x reader #slimewrites #iswm x reader

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 3 years ago

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Cocks and tail(s)

MINORS DNI!!! You can blame or thank @echo-echo31 for this one :3 Naga!Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: double cocks, hypno, dumbification (all consensual and fun!)

Wordcount: 400+

If Illinois were to uncurl his tail from around you now, you know you wouldn’t move an inch, instead you would stay here, bouncing on one cock as his other cock rubs against your ass and back.

You had play fought him at first, pretending, oh very much pretending that you wanted to get away from the naga.

But Illinois had only grinned and curled his tail around your waist, and moved you with ease.

He had held you up over his torso at first, opening you with skilled fingers. He didn’t have to use any bottled lube you might have brought (you can’t even remember if you had any), instead he had scooped his hands over both of his cocks, using his cum as lube.

Because apparently that is a feature nagas have, and fuck, does that explain the wet sounds spreading around the cave you find yourself in.

You’re spread wide, perhaps the widest you have ever been, as Illinois lifts you up and down on his cock.

His hands dance over your chest, one hand moving to tilt your chin up to look at him, the other tilting his hat back.

“Feeling good treasure?” You nod, beyond words with all that he had done. Not just how good he was making your body feel.

Earlier he had also looked deep into your eyes, doing something that was very much not human, almost like touching your mind, making any thoughts of being anywhere else go away.

All you need is his cock, or rather both of his cocks.

As soon as the thought enters your mind, perhaps the first real one in a while, you whine. Illinois smirks, tilting his head, looking so satisfied at your state. He doesn’t even have his hands on you anymore, they just rest against his own stomach as he uses you with his tail and cock.

“Want something treasure?” Illinois seems to take great delight in watching you struggle to find your tongue and words again. It takes a few tries, and in the end you manage only one.

“Both.” Illinois brows rise high enough that they almost touch his hat, and then he smirks.

“Oh, aren’t you a brave one?” He stops moving you and his tail shifts, and for a moment you fear he’s going to let you go, but no. Instead he pushes in two fingers wet with his cum inside with his cock. You groan at the stretch, but it makes every nerve in your body sing with pleasure.

“Think we need to work a little more on you though, sweetheart.”

#illinois x reader #illinois ahwm x reader #ahwm illinois #illinois ahwm #illinois #my writing #smut #lemon #gn reader

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drunkbedsheetghost · 3 years ago

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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]

#in space with markiplier #a heist with markiplier #ahwm illinois #ahwm illinois x reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader

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gorgon-goddess-of-chaos · 3 months ago

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Pizza

This man is a dork and I hate him. /aff

Illinois James x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 635

While out camping, neither of you feel like pulling your cooking equipment out and making something from your prepped meals. Your GPS leads you to a shitty pizza joint in the middle of nowhere, but at least there’s minimal effort in ordering shitty pizza from a shitty pizza joint in the middle of nowhere.

You each get a personal pizza since he could easily finish one himself. That, and there was no way in hell you were gonna share with him. You sit up on the hood of his car, leaning against him as you eat your greasy pizza over the pizza box. The stars twinkle in the sky above the desert.

“Next time, we’re not camping out in the middle of nowhere again. I’m so fucking done with snakes.”

“There’s snakes everywhere, darlin’. The ones in the city are just a different kind.”

You both laugh, him subtly shaking you as you lean against his chest. He down at you as you lean your head back, flinching out of the way as you flick his hat. It doesn’t move much, which he’s grateful for as he doesn’t need to get up to retrieve it. He boops your nose after fixing it, hoping to disable you temporarily to stop the flicks.

“Hey!”

“-is for horses. Which I asked if you wanted to ride, but you said no.”

“Illinois James, you fucking know that’s not what I meant.”

“I think you overestimate my intelligence, darlin’. What is it you always say? The cave rocks are more intelligent than me?”

“And I’d say it again.”

Illinois grabs your wrist, fighting against your resistances to take a bite of your pizza. He makes exaggerated biting noises every time he “misses”, hoping to get you to laugh.

“Oh c’mon cutie, won’t give me a bite?”

“Go back to eating rocks, golem brain.”

Illinois laughs, pulling your hand behind him to pull your face up to him, surprising you with a kiss. You look at him with a bit of shock in your eyes, before squinting at him and flicking his hat again.

“I wouldn’t recommend doin’ that a third time there, honey bun. I’ll put you in air jail.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

You know better than to test him while you’re still hungry, so he gets to be smug for a bit while you finish your pizza. He hops down, going to toss his pizza box in the parking lot garbage can, tipping his hat to you. It’s hard not to notice the particular way he walks, and how he reaches for his whip any time he bends down to grab anything. You stash the rest of your pizza in the backseat, sliding down the hood of the car and going to sneak up on Illinois.

He seems to hear you, whipping around with his hands out and in a bit of crouch.

“Whatcha doin’ there, darlin’?”

“Round three-”

You run at him, going for his hat as he dodges out of the way. Your feet skid against the pavement, turning back around to go again. All he does is tip his hat again, hands poised to grab you. Your legs carry you as you sprint at him again, with him moving out of the way at the last second, clotheslining you on his arm. You fall back into his hold as you’re stunned, Illinois quickly wrapping his arms around you. Out of breath, you look up at him with a lighthearted glare.

“Bastard.”

“The one and only.”

He leans down to kiss you, although he stops a breath away from your lips as he hears something else. In a second, he drops your legs and uses his hat to block whomever just walked out of the pizza place from watching you two kiss.

“Now, where were we?”

#illinois james #illinois james markiplier #ahwm illinois #illinois x reader #illinois james x reader #ahwm illinois x reader #ahwm illinois james x reader #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #iswm #in space with markiplier #markiplier egos #pantry dweller #chaoswrites

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westanthewaterman · 5 months ago

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Request Guidelines

REQUEST STATUS: CLOSED

Please specify:

SFW or NSFW

Drabble, Headcanon, or Fic

Reader pronouns/AGAB

Romantic, Platonic, etc

Any prompts you would like (please send the actual prompt sentence, not just the number thank you!)

Characters I will write for:

Aurthur (aka Author)

Bing

Damien

Dark

Dr. Iplier

Engineer!Mark

Eric Derekson

God of Night

Google

Illinois James

Marcus (aka Actor!Mark)

Murdock (aka Murderplier)

The Host

Wilford Warfstache

William J Barnum

Yancy

Things I will write:

SFW or NSFW

F/M/GN/AFAB/AMAB Reader

Ego x reader x Ego

Ego x Ego

Things I won’t write:

Please don’t send asks about these topics, unless you are asking about my boundaries regarding them, thanks!

Pregnancy

Oral sex

CNC/Non-con

Rape

Incest

Pedophilia/Underage

Watersports/Scat

Foot Fetish

Master/Slave

Hard Pet Play (eating from a bowl, being in a cage)

Boot Worship/Boot Kink

Sir kink

Abuse

Hard impact play (canes, paddles, floggers, etc

Self-harm/Suicide

Menstruation/Periods/Abortion/Anything mentioning fertility

Fics centered around the weight of the reader or an Ego character

#west whispers #request guidelines #just making a separate post for this if i ever come back to taking requests

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years ago

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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!)

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drunkonaheistinspace · 1 year ago

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in the tall grass

originally published: December 8th, 2019

reworked: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, mention of horror movie

"Illi?"

"Yes?"

"I have a very important question and I want you to answer it truthfully."

"OK? What is the question?" You took a deep breath, because you would need it now.

"HOW THE HELL DID WE END UP HERE?!"

You got no answer from the adventurer, which made you believe that he had no answer good enough to satisfy you. And it all started so harmlessly.

You two have decided to just go camping like normal people do. Without looking for any treasures. Without fighting for life. Only the two of you and the beauty of nature. The well-deserved holiday that was due for ages. You found a nice place for your camp, pitched your tents and wanted to explore the area. And before you know it, you found yourself in a large field with ridiculously high grass. In addition, none of you knew exactly where the other was.

"All right, you wannabe Indiana Jones! Before we find the way out, we should first find ourselves! "

"Didn't we have the self-discovery trip last month?" He asked jokingly, and you could not help but roll your eyes.

"You know what I mean!" You called back. "We just have to keep talking!"

"Okay ... um ... do you think I have a chance with that girl from yesterday?"

You stopped. What was the idiot talking about?

"What?"

"Well, the cute girl from the bar! It was clear that she was interested in me! "

"Do you mean the one who poured her drink over you? Then, sadly, I must tell you that she was not interested in you at all. What did you say to her for this to happen?"

"I have no Idea! I just said hello to her and seconds later I smelled like Bloody Mary!"

You stopped again. Earlier, you heard Illinois in front you, but now he was behind you. You ran walked him!

"That will not work! We just walk past each other!" You called in the direction in which you suspect your boss. He groaned only annoyed.

"Other idea!" You suggested. "You stay where you are, and I look for you!"

"Alright!" Came the answer. "Do you know what this reminds me of?"

"What?"

You make your way through the high grass, hoping that fate is still an asshole who insists on making you two walk into each other no matter what.

In your first year, you had actually tried several times to quit and forget about Illinois. That ended with you crossing his path only weeks later and you were drawn into a new adventure. At some point you gave up and now you could not imagine a life without this idiot. For him, you became an important element on every adventure, and he doesn’t know what to do without you by his side. These were his words. Not yours.

"This horror movie we watched last week. It was called ´In The Tall Grass´, if I remember correctly."

"It was completely stupid and confusing!"

You could not say much about the plot, except that it was based on one of Stephen King's countless books and that the guy from Conjuring was in it. The movie bored you and you were about to fall asleep several times. Only the fact that the movie was confusing as hell kept you from entering the world of dreams.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Illinois exclaimed.

"That’s probably because you fell asleep ten minutes into the movie!"

You had never seen him fall asleep so quickly and for a moment you were scarred that would fall of the couch. Instead, he landed on your lap and used it as a pillow for the rest of the night.

"Did I miss anything interesting in the movie?"

"Not that I know of. I did not understand what was going on for most of the time. "

Only a few meters and the two of you would reunite. You continued to fight your way through the green hell and did not notice a stone sticking out of the ground and fate being fate, you stumble upon that very stone and fell into the strong arms of your hero.

"I understand that you have fallen for me. You do not have to demonstrate this every time," joked the adventurer.

You grumble something incomprehensible before you put yourself back in the upright and got some distance between the two of you.

You have found each other, but now what? How are you going to find the way out of here? You did not even know how deep you were in it. Suddenly, you remembered this one scene from the movie, which made sense for once.

"Let me climb onto your shoulders!" You said out of nowhere.

"What?" He looked at you completely confused. If he had not fallen asleep so early, he would understand what you meant.

"Let me on your shoulders so I can see over the grass and find the way out of here!"

Without any questions, he helped you get on his shoulders. You had to admit that it was surprisingly comfortable.

Now you could see across the green sea and see where you were. Luckily you did not go too far into the field, and you were only a few meters from the edge. You navigated Illinois through the field and after a few minutes you were out of the green nightmare. Carefully, you climb off your companion.

"Well, that was fun! Let's never do that again!" The adventurer announced.

You nodded in agreement and you two made your way back to your camp. Unfortunately, fate had other plans, but this was a different story.

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diejager · 2 years ago

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Run, Rabbit Run!

Ghostface x gn!reader

cw: dark themes, blood and gore, murder spree, attempted murder, serial killer, stalking, break in, fantasising about murder, torture. Tell me if I missed any warnings.

(A/N) : should I make a pt2? Or a separate story from this timeline?

Wc: 1946

Run, rabbit run!

His sing-song voice remained in your mind, glued to your memory like a ghost cursed to haunt its grave until it received salvation. It terrorized you wherever you went, from your small town in Utah, a quaint and lovely place, somewhat boring at times but everyone knew everyone. Family friends and neighbors alike were friends, left their doors unlocked whenever one of the other's kids wanted to come by, a little place filled with thrusting people; to Pennsylvania. Until he struck, like his moniker: a ghost, stalking the night for his victims and striking whenever he saw fit.

First, the old, cat lady's son, an annoying jock but friendly nonetheless; then an uncle's mother, her old, rickety bones falling prey to the ripper's stabs; the third and fourth were friends, childhood friends having grown up as neighbors, their throat viscously slashed and painting their carpet in deep crimson and dried maroon; the last one, failing almost twice, was you, boring and quiet little (Name) from the neighborhood. A small town in Utah, turned upside down by a man's hunger for blood, deep-seated gluttony for pain, and morbid pleasure.

You survived his attack and clung to life until the police arrived, ambulance in tow, spooking him and making him flee. You watched him with dazed eyes as he left through the backdoor, open as you followed his back disappear under the cloak of darkness. Ghostface jumped at the mere sound of police sirens nearing your house, leaving you bleeding and dying on your wooden floor. It didn't feel the same afterward, the house didn't feel as safe as it was, prints left behind by the killer: wood planks soaking up your blood and turning it into a dreary shade of muted red, knife marks marring the flat surface and the destruction of your household objects.

The paranoia that he'd come back made you skip town, you were branded the only surviving victim of the Ghostface after you were discharged added to the fear. You packed up and left for Colorado, another small townhouse near downtown. More traffic and risks for the killer if he ever decided to follow you.

He seethed at your survival, yet the thrill from being found traced back to the place he first started made his blood pump. A mistake had been made, one that he would make sure that it'd never happen a second time. He had you, the skittish and calm kid that lived on his road, on the floor and grasping to the last string of life - he was so close to fulfilling his fantasy. He dreamt of staining his hands with your warm blood - not his gloves, he wanted to feel your blood drip from his flesh - cradling you after he stabbed you, feeling the heat leave your body as you took your last breath. His little obsession over you turned deadly, and surviving only furthered it, it urged him to follow you through the states, changed name (Jed Olsen, a curious alias he chose for the face he wore when he started his work as a freelancer, jumping from state to state with his golden boy charisma and optimistic manners that swooned his employer. Playing the character of Jed Olsen as he watched you with dyed hair and glasses, sweet smile, and dimpled cheeks, he crooned at the thought of having you.) and enacted the stories he wrote, brought them to life only to write about it for the news.

Half a dozen kills per state, the numbers varied depending on your nervousness, you packed up and drove east. 7 Ghostface attacks in Kansas, another small town that you decided to settle with for the moment; 4 deaths from stabbing in Missouri, you kept to your standard of small towns, preferring close-knit places; 3 stabbings and 2 deaths by choking on their blood in Illinois, he could see you panic from his car, a regular and unnoticeable jeep that didn't stand out; 6 and 3 kill in Indiana and Ohio respectively, all brutally stabbed, left to bleed like you were; 3 in Pennsylvania, with more following the last ones if you decided to stop running.

Fortunately, he loved the chase;run, rabbit run!

You moved so often that you never had the luxury of building a lasting relationship, spending the past years jumping states to escape the ripper that stalked you in your living and your dreams - nightmares. The one constant you had were small-town generosity, receiving welcoming stares from others. For Danny, good old Danny, the blood painting his clothes and you were the continuous aspects of his life. He tasted your fear, the tangible terror you exhumed after the first kill in the place you thought you'd feel safe. He remembers the places his knife kissed you, the scars glinting under the moon when he stared at your sleeping form through the window. He wanted to climb through the window, hear your gasps for air as he plunged his knife into your supple skin, see red bubble from your wounds and roll down your sides. To stain the satin drapes on your bed with blood and fill the house with your muffled screams; to perform the last dance with you before he carved you up. An honest man's dream.

This time, this time was the right one! He knew it- felt it in his bones. Pennsylvania would be your deathbed. You'd be the sixth victim from the Chronicle of Roseville's murders, the one that first slipped away between his fingers. The beautiful town of Roseville, a lost, little nowhere-important-place-in-Keystone-State, reminded him of your shared town in Utah. Nothing seemed out of order or too different and everyone got along, too well sometimes, he hated it (there were some exceptions like that asshole in the Gazette's building who used to write for the front pages until Jed came along, giving the asshole the crumbs for side columns.).

He decided to meet you this time, he played it as a coincidence, bumping into you and helping you up, hoping you'd recognize him from the papers. He knew you followed the news, it helped you track whenever you had to move; so you knew him, complimented his works even. You sat down and talked, more so him than you, your skittish nature increased by his perpetual stalking. You nodded and shared words, he internally keened when you mumbled how he brought his words to life and made gruesome stories turn into magic, something people could read and become fascinated by. It's no wonder you keep staying on front pages, he remembered you saying that, and he felt giddy about having his work appraised by you. You had good taste.

You bumped into him a few times following that day, once or twice every day, sharing greetings until you worked up the courage to ask him to meet you during a Sunday at the cafe down from the Gazette; to get coffee and talk, you stressed as if trying to convince yourself that the warm feeling in your chest was normal, that you weren't catching anything for the cute journalist that you'd been seeing a lot for the past month. It was slow, but you'd end up in his grasp either way, deciding to finally meet you as Jed Olsen and not Danny Johnson was the right step.

He loved the chase, but he wanted to finish the job. Whoever it was, did a shit job of finishing them- oh wait, that was me-.

Throughout your relationship of 3 months and counting, Danny found the time to kill 2 others with passionate caresses of his knife, imagining you were in their place whenever his urges got too strong. He wanted to draw out the sensation you gave, wanting to feel it a bit longer before it stopped completely; he wasn't a masochist, he was a sadist through and through, but he wanted to revel in it a while longer, years of work coming into fruition. He got to hold you, comfort you as Jed for something he - Danny - did in cold blood, premeditated murder with the signs of a passion-inducing kill. He acted as the caring boyfriend Jed was and prepared for his final act, scene finished and tape saved, he wrote his last piece with the tape.

You would die that night.

He left his jeep and climbed through the window in your kitchen with his tactical knife hidden in his coat. You were asleep, all lights closed and entries locked - not that it'd stop him from coming in - it was vacant from any noise, there weren't any breathing, sighs, snores, or whimpers from your nightmares. It was too quiet, something was wrong. Weapon brandished, he made his way upstairs, making sure to skip over the creaking panels from the times he came over and stalked straight to your room. The door was open, the bed empty, and the closet door was thrown open with force, Danny's eyes scanned the room, yet you weren't anywhere. He scoured the house, and he still couldn't find you. It hadn't made any sense, your car was parked in the front, keys, and necessities were still at home. Everything you'd need to survive was left here and you, gone, missing, vanished in the wind.

"Fuck-"

He delayed it for far too long and missed his chance. Back at the motel, he stared at his masterpiece of a wallpaper, pictures, and acts placed in order from Utah to Pennsylvania with yours in the center, the sole act stuck to the wall without a picture to admire. The stories he brought to life, the plays he prepared, out of everyone, yours was the one he anticipated the most. The last piece was a grand play before he disappeared when everything started pointing towards him.

His blood boiled, rage filled his mind, and the desperation to find you, straddle and stab you, strangling the life out of your pretty, little head. He wanted to see the betrayal in your eyes, the heartbreak of his actions when he showed you who was killing you: your sweet boyfriend Jed Olsen. He had no reason to really want to kill you other than for the thought and thrill of it, a reason was so overrated; whys were too bothersome other than just I wanted to, so I did it.

In his haze, he missed the fog that worked its way into his room, covering the bottom as it rose higher and higher. A chill racked his body, then a woman's scream filled the air followed by a familiar one - yours. He smirked and turned his back to the wallpaper, stepping forward gleefully with his favorite weapon and costume. Leaves crunched under his boots, listening to the loud gasps and pants echoing around him. A sickening grin full of teeth and bloodthirsty eyes gleamed beneath his mask, back hunched to stay hidden as he followed the voice he came here for.

"Run, rabbit run."

Run, rabbit run! the screamed wheezing around the forest, carying his voice to the people he was hunting.

The thrum of adrenaline and the thought grip on his knife, the familiar figure crouched down as someone helped them with their wounds, your whimpers and the tears pricking your eyes. This was what he wanted, what Danny wanted so much, and the Entity would gladly give in to his wishes. He couldn't be any more thankful, he could relive every kill with you, encores upon encores, an endless loop of hunting and running.

Ghostface loved the chase; run, rabbit run, the hunter is on your trail.

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years ago

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Ouch

I cut my fingy and panicked a lot so here’s a quick not-at-all thought out thing about how some egos would react to s/o cutting their finger while cooking and it like isn’t that bad but they’re freaking out

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Markiplier egos with an s/o who accidentally cut themselves hcs

Darkiplier

He was in his study, just thinking, while you made dinner

He heard a tiny “ow” and didn’t think much of it

He then heard a louder “OW” and a string of “fuck”s and got worried

He entered the kitchen, to see you gripping your wrist and holding your finger under the water from the sink

He thinks you burned yourself

Then you pull your hand away and he sees blood and immediately makes his way over.

“What happened? Are you ok? How bad is it?”

You don’t answer as you are too busy hyperventilating because goddammit it HURTS

He tries to take your hand to look at it but you won’t let him

You look so hurt and vulnerable and he feels so bad

If you’d asked him to help cook, and he didn’t take it, he’d feel a thousand times worse

Eventually, he gets you to sit down and calms you, just a bit, and goes to get band aids

He comes back to you looking like you’re about to have a panic attack

He quickly stands you back up, and you put your finger back under the sink.

He gently washes it with soap and apologizes every time you make a noise

He gives you the bandage and lets you sit on the couch

You calm down and lean on his shoulder

He lets you sit there for a bit, rubbing your arm.

You eventually look up at him

“I think I may have overreacted.”

He’d laugh and kiss your head and goes to finish cooking dinner

Wilford

He wasn’t even home yet

You told him you were starting dinner and he left wherever he was immediately.

He was picking up wine from the store when you called him

“Wilford please get bandaids”

He was confused and a little worried, so he asked why

“Please just buy some and hurry home please” and you hung up

Now, Wilford is hardly a reasonable man as it is. so when he ran out of the store (without paying) and sped down the road in his car to get home before you, like, died or some shit, you shouldn’t have been surprised

He may or may not have run into a pedestrian or two on the way

He threw the door open when he got home, gun in hand

“WHAT HAPPENED WHAT’S THE DANGER”

You’re sitting on a chair in the kitchen breathing heavily, holding your finger

He can’t help but laugh because, christ, he thought it was something BAD

But, to you, it was bad. and he was laughing at you.

You tear up, just a bit. you’re feeling a lot of emotions right now.

He sees and gets worried again because is it worse than he thinks?? is there another injury??? are you traumatized what’s happening?

He tries to look at the cut but you turn away, looking very upset

He tries to convince you to let him see but you won’t budge

You’re whining a little (which I do because I can’t emote properly) which makes him upset

He drops to his knees and holds out his hands

“C’mon, baby! Let me see! Let me help!”

He’s being overdramatic and stupid and it makes you smile. So you do.

He gently kisses the spot, as to not hurt you, and puts a bandaid over it, kissing that too.

He orders take out and lets you lay on his lap while he pets your hair

Yancy

He was practicing some dance moves when he heard you in the kitchen

You were cursing and breathing heavily

Logically, he should know that perhaps you hurt yourself making dinner

However Yancy is a bit of a dumbass so he thinks someone broke in or something

He walks in with a knife, only for you to stand there with your finger under the sink.

He sees the blood, so concludes that you cut yourself. But you look really upset?

He’s mostly confused.

He’s been through worse, you’ve been through worse, he KNOWS you have

So why are you so upset?

“Why are you so upset?” “I don’t know!” “It’s not that bad” “I know...” “What’s the problem?” “I don’t KNOW!”

You start to cry, just a bit, and Yancy panics

He doesn’t know what to do. He’s not used to this!

He wants to tell you to get over it, but also he doesn’t?

Like, he knows it’s the easiest thing to say, but also not the BEST thing to say

So he says nothing. He gets a band aid, puts it on your finger, and hugs you.

He holds you for a minutes until your breathing is normal

If you tell him you don’t wanna cook today, he orders pizza

If you tell him you can, he’ll try to help

You have to kick him out because the man doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing

Illinois

He’s watching you cook and sees it happen before it does

Your finger isn’t in the right place, he saw you adjust

He tries to warn you but doesn’t do it in time

He winces because ouch

He processes what happened before you do, so he already has the band aids.

He turns the sink on, moves your finger underneath, and cleans it with soap

He puts the band aid on you and kisses your hand

He asks if you want to keep cooking or if you want him to cook

If you want to, he’ll help you with whatever you were doing first that made you cut yourself

If you don’t want to, he’ll finish what you were doing on his own.

He makes sure you’ve calmed down and holds your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles

“Im being overdramatic...”

“No, you’re not. It hurt. You bled. You got upset. You’re ok now.”

He’s a very understanding and responsible man ^///^

Magnum

None of that goddamn crew can cook for shit, so you always have to

Mostly fish and vegetables you buy at different ports

Magnum and the others are just drinking and laughing when they hear you yell and curse from the kitchen

Magnum goes over to see what’s happening

He sees you holding your finger and goes to hold you

He’s very. protective, I’m gonna say.

“Oh, poor darlin’... are ye alright? Are ye ok? Awh, sweetheart...”

He doesn’t have bandaids, so he cleans a cloth and covers your finger

He makes you rest in your room (even though it wasn’t particularly that bad)

The other crewmates check in periodically to see if you’re ok

Magnum decides he’s going to cook

Yes, the ship catches on fire. No, he will not say how he did it

You have to finish dinner, otherwise the others are gonna kill themselves trying

Google

He’s recharging on the couch while you cook

He hears you curse from the kitchen and concludes you’ve hurt yourself

He doesn’t really see one injury as too much worse than another. they’re all bad

He knows what happens if even the smallest wound gets infected

He wants it dealt with quickly and efficiently

He walks up to you and grabs your hand, pulling it under the sink

He cleans it with soap, puts a band aid on it, and leaves

Dr. Iplier who, bitch?

He likes to sit when you while you eat, just so he can talk to you

You, however, don’t talk to him at all and he’s a little upset

He figures he was a bit too rough with you at first when he reaches for you after you stand up and you pull away

“I apologize for my methods, I wanted to make sure the wound was dealt with posthaste.”

“Well... I guess that’s a good enough excuse.”

You hug him, and he (hesitantly) hugs back

Bing

Probably the reason you cut yourself lmao

He enjoys bothering you when you’re busy

He hasn’t recieved his Designated Bing Attention Hours today and therefore you have to deal with a very clingy and annoying Bing

He’d be less annoying if he’d stop fucking TOUCHING THINGS but w/e

He bumps into you and you yell

He doesn’t realize that you cut yourself until you start cursing

He turns around to see you frantically turning the water on and gets very nervous

Shit, that was his fault? He did that? Fuck, you’re angry, aren’t you. FUCK

He leaves, immediately, and you have to deal with it yourself.

He paces in your room for a bit, debating what to do

“Ok. Alright. What do people like. Phones? I could buy a phone. I could STEAL a phone. I could steal anything they want! Do people need graphics cards?”

He settles for walking back into the kitchen, apologizing, and walking back out

“nailed it”

You’re a little quiet the rest of the day, and he’s still nervous, but you hug him and kiss his cheek before you get ready to go to bed, so it’s ok

#i did 7 instead of 6 and i dont really care #i was gonna put dr iplier #but then i realized he's probably a competent human being and that's no fun #either that or he'd just say you're dying and walk away and that's no fun either #darkiplier x reader #googleplier x reader #bing x reader #illinois x reader #yancy x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #wilford x reader #captain magnum x reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #markiplier egos x reader #self indulgence babey

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