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Wired

Dave Torres x Reader

Words: 1351

Summary: When neither of you can sleep, you stay up together. 

Notes: I have been waiting for this show for so long, and I have to say I love it. I had to write for it. I wanted to start with something fluffier (you know me, it’s still angsty), but there will definitely be some full-out angst, don’t you worry. 

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It felt like something was plugged into your head, sending constant pulses, over and over and over, making your body shake. Being wired was an understatement. You felt connected to the whole damn machine. 

You tried to stop your leg from bouncing, but the other one just took over like they were in shifts. 

He’d be home soon. He’d ask why you were up. He’d ask if you were okay. 

You’d tell him yes. You’d smile. You’d stay up until he finally fell asleep. You’d wake him from his nightmare. 

That was your routine on the nights you felt like this. The nights when everything was so bright it burned, when every sound blared in your ears. At least the sounds drowned out the voices. But when it was quiet…

You took a deep breath, shaking your head at yourself. 

“Get it together, Y/N.” You stood from your place on the couch. Pacing usually helped. It distracted your mind from the other forces trying to take your attention. The memories. 

Tonight though, it seemed no matter how many laps you made around your living room-or how sore your feet were because of it- you still weren’t tired. 

The click at the door made you jump, heart leaping into your throat. 

Dave saw the lights on before he saw you. 

He sighed. 

“You know you don’t have to wait up for me, right?” He peeked his head in the door. 

You gave him a small smile. “I know. I want to.” 

He closed the door behind him and you could tell just from how he moved that it was another rough night. 

You crossed the living room as he put his keys on the table. 

“Hey,” you said softly, pushing a black strand of hair away from his forehead. 

He took your head in his, lacing his fingers with yours. “Hey.” 

 “Work hard?”

“I always do.” He half-laughed, half-sighed. 

Sitting in a chair in front of a screen wasn’t exactly what he always wanted to do with his life, but it paid the bills and it wasn’t affected by his… condition. 

“I’ll make you something to eat.” You tugged him toward the kitchen table, reaching for the cabinet door. 

“I’m not really hungry.”

His stomach growled. 

You smirked. “Liar.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Dave, I couldn’t sleep either. It’s okay.” You pulled a pot down and filled it with water, plopping it on the stove. “Besides, you know how much I love my midnight mac and cheese.”

“I think it’s a little past midnight.” 

The clock on the oven flashed at you. Almost three in the morning. 

You opened the box and pulled out the packet full of neon orange freeze-dried goodness. 

“That stuff is so bad for you.” Dave laughed, sitting on the corner of the counter. 

“Oh, but you love it.” You kissed his cheek. “Almost as much as I love Dean Martin. Put a record on, would you?”

Dave hopped off the counter, shaking his head as he walked to your record player. 

“You know, only hipsters and college kids use these anymore.”

“I’m hearing too much talking and not enough singing, Dave.” The water began to boil and you dumped the pasta in. 

“Alright, alright.” He put the needle on. 

Smooth, soft music filled the apartment and helped quiet the sounds in your head. The voices reminding you that none of this would last. 

Arms wrapped around your middle from behind. Dave rested his chin on your shoulder. He hummed along with the tune, the sound vibrating from his chest against your back. There was something in the way he held you. Like if he let go, you’d float away. Disappear. 

“Hey.” You turned around in his arms. “What’s going on?” 

Dave tried to smile for you, but he couldn’t. Instead, he just pulled you closer, kissing you the way he did sometimes after his nightmares. He kissed you like he was losing you. 

“Dave.” You pulled back and put your hands on either side of his head. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. You know that, right?”

He urged you back to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Dave…”

“I know,” he said against your skin. “But-” Dave took a deep breath. “Can we not go to bed for a little while?” 

You ran your fingers through his dark hair. 

“Okay.” 

You weren’t looking forward to sleeping anyway. 

When the food was done, you both sat on the floor in the living room rather than at the table. The music continued and the two of you just… talked. You talked about anything. While the horrible, manufactured cheese warmed your stomach, you talked about work and books and the weird people you’d seen on your commute. 

Dave talked about a party Matteo was trying to get him to go to. You talked about your sister’s bridal shower coming up and how much you did not want to go. 

“Is she still, you know?”

“Pretending like nothing happened to us?” You raised a brow. “Of course. Anything else would mess up her perfect image.” You stabbed your macaroni with a particular aggression. “It’s not like our parents are fucking dead or anything.” 

Dave nodded. He looked up at you, concern growing in his eyes. “That’s why you’re awake, isn’t it?”

“I told you. I want to wait for you to get home, that’s all.” You wouldn’t look up at him. 

Dave crawled forward, setting both bowls on the coffee table. “Baby, you can talk to me.” 

“Like you do?” You said. You grimaced, regretting your hostility as soon as you said it. “Sorry.”

He sat beside you. “You aren’t wrong.” Dave put a hand on your arm. “I guess it’s something we can both work on.”

“You sound like my therapist.” 

“They sound smart. You should start listening.”

“Har har.” You tugged him forward, bringing his lips to yours. You melted into him, more and more of your anxiety melting with you. He could always do that. Just by being there, he could ease everything that plagued you. 

He parted but stayed close. “Tired yet?”

You shook your head. 

“Want to put on another record?”

You nodded. 

“Make it Sinatra this time.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

You stood up, letting the music control your movements. You swayed and spun and pointed your toes and swirled your body in any way the melody moved you. With each step, each motion of your hands, you seemed to chase away the harshness in your head. You could just be.

A soft chuckle pulled you from your thoughts. 

Dave stood by the record player, a small smile on his face as he watched you.

“What?” You asked.

He just kept smiling. “Nothing.” 

He waved his hand for you to continue, so you did. That’s when he started to sing. 

“The time is right, your perfume fills my head. The stars get red, and oh, the night’s so blue.” 

Dave’s voice is rich and low and perfect. It fills your chest with a swelling happiness that soothes any sense of disquiet within you. That wired, wide-awake feeling fades into a content, relaxing ease. 

“And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you.’” 

The song started to fade out, coming to the end of the record. The needle rolled along, the record still spinning. Neither of you cared. 

Dave crossed the room to you, laying his hands on your hips to hold you still in front of him. 

“I love you,” he repeated. 

You kept swaying, forcing him to dance slightly with you. “I love you, too.” 

He kissed you, this time long and slow. His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, but eventually, the sun started to peak over the skyline outside your window. You ushered Dave to the couch, wrapping yourself in his embrace, and watched the sunrise. He kissed the top of your head. You sighed contently.

Neither of you were tired at all.

[thefanficmonster]

hiii could u do some markiplier x reader cuddle / affection headcanons? thank u :^)

Of course darling! Hope you enjoy 💕

~ Lots of love, Vy 💌

Softy Mark Headcanons:

Mark is such a cuddly teddy bear there is no doubt about it

Especially when he's tired

When he's away for any sort of trip the main hardship for him is having to sleep alone without you

The thought of coming home to you, sleeping in your shared bed with you in his arms is what keeps him going all throughout the trip and the way back

You can barely convince him to at least take a shower or maybe eat something before he dives in bed, requesting your company by his side so he can sleep soundly

Even when you two have an argument, which is a rather rare occasion, neither of you can sleep without the other's presence beside you

Chances are, come morning, you'd find yourself entangled in each other's embrace and the fight will be far off your mind

Good luck remembering what started the squabble or even holding a grudge

That in and of itself is a task and a half for you

It's impossible to hold a grunge against Mark

He'll kiss and tickle you into dropping the frown and replacing it with a smile

His way of apologizing always successfully provokes a laugh out of you which is basically your white flag of surrender

Mark, unlike you, is not ticklish so you can't even use that weapon against him

To be frank, it's his best bet at getting a giggle or a laugh from you no matter what is troubling you

'Good morning', 'Good night', 'Bye', 'You're home finally' kisses are mandatory

All others are a surprise attack

You'd be sitting around reading a book or maybe you're doing chores around the house

Good luck finishing whatever task you have at hand in a timely manner if Mark is home

He'd sneak up behind you stealthily and before you know it you've been enveloped in his arms and you feel the warmth of his lips on your neck

You too have developed your own surprise/sneak attacks

You'd sometimes make your way into his recording room if he hasn't left it for hours to steal him away from his work

You've seen first-hand how much he tends to get lost in it and forget about his basic needs

Luckily, you could never forget

You bring him snacks and drinks

You send the fluff duo Chica and Henry to distract him and give him a break when he refuses to do it himself

And past hour 5 you just straight up go in there to drag him out, convincing him that he is allowed to take a break and even postpone his work

Usually that break consists of takeout and a movie you two enjoy cuddled up on the couch where you eventually fall asleep

Work, chores, outside world - all but forgotten

[prettytoxicrevolver]

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POV: You're Judge Judy

[dearest-painter]

My flight or fight instincts always end up as fight

Imagine # 465

Gif NOT mine.

Gif credit goes to - @martziplier98

Year posted - 2019

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"Jesus Christ this game is so spooky guys!" (Y/n) called out to her camera whipping around to see any possible oncoming threats. "Why did I agree to this!?" She was beyond nervous and just waiting for the inevitable scare, but it was talking it's sweet time, torturing her. "There you are!" Her enemy in the game called out having spot her, his sudden outburst causing her to scram out in shock. "(Y/n) LOOK OUT!" Mark shouted jumping at her to grasp her shoulders dramatically. (Y/n) screamed again punching Mark in the face in her panic, realization hitting her almost immediately, while Mark groaned out in pain holding his face. "Fuck Mark are you okay!?" She quickly ripped off the VR set and her headphones, dropping them to the floor without a care. "I'm okay." He groaned with a small chuckle, a little blood on his lip. "I'm so so so fucking sorry!" (Y/n) panicked wrapping her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. "It's okay, it was my fault anyways." Mark chuckled again wrapping his arms around her waist, burying his head into her neck. "I feel like shit though." (Y/n) sighed holding him even tighter. "How can I make it up to you?" She added needing to do something as an apology. "You don't-" Mark began but was cut off by (Y/n) scoffing at him. "Okay.... How about you bake me some cinnamon rolls?" Mark offered knowing she wouldn't just let it go. "I'm gonna make you so fat on cinnamon rolls!" She exclaimed with a laugh, pulling away from Mark. "I'm okay with that." Mark laughed happy that she would finally accept that he's forgiven her.

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this (x)

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 You're the significant other (and editor) of Markiplier, and he notices that you've been overworking yourself

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 none, just Mark being a cutie patootie <3 no gendered pronouns used, reader is referred to as "you"

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Markiplier x gn! reader

Eudaemonia: the state of being lucky

You were currently working on editting a video for your boyfriend, Markiplier. You had gotten the bulk of it done, but there was just a little more to do. You knew it was getting late, but what's the harm in wanted to finish your project?

Your boyfriend apparently, that was the harm. He gently knocked on the door before letting himself in, and when he saw that you were still working? Oh boy, he was not pleased.

"It's late, love", he said, cocking an eyebrow as he folded his arms across his muscular chest.

You sheepishly looked up from your laptop, before playing a small smile on your lips. "I know baby, I'm almost done, I promise" You said softly, rubbing your eyes and blinking.

However, he did not take that for an answer, simply walking over to you, closing your laptop, taking your headphones off, and picking you up like it was no big deal. "Well, you're done now. Take a break, will ya, doll?" He chuckled, carrying you to your shared bedroom.

And honestly, you were tired, so you didn't protest, just letting him place you on the soft mattress, pulling the blanket over you.

Eyes half closed, you felt his weight on the opposite side of the bed, and his arms were quickly around you. "You overwork yourself sometimes, just let yourself breathe once in a while. The work is gonna be there, but you know you don't perform your best when you're tired, or stressed. Just get some rest love, I promise you'll have time to edit that video, just not right now" He murmured in your ear, placing gently kisses on your cheek and jawline.

And you knew he was right, the video would be there tomorrow, and right now, it was important that your mind and body were well rested.

A/N: sorry it's short!! I have a bunch of ideas to write but I figured that I'd just get this one out first 😭😭

As always, likes, comments, follows, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 🫶 As school starts back up, remember to take breaks and remember that your mental health is more important! Take care of yourself, physically and emotionally. Your body does a lot for you, so treat it nicely 💋

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[selfindulgentramblings]

"Late Nights"

| markiplier x fem!reader

warnings: none

rating: tooth rotting fluff

word count: 356

notes: this is my first story on tumblr! i've been writing for a while but i've never posted anything i've written before, so i hope you like it :)

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Sometimes, you wondered if Mark ever got any sleep before you moved in with him. That man could sit in his office and work nonstop, only noticing that time had passed when the sun came up, and then do it all over again the following night. You knew it was his passion that drove him to be this way, but that doesn't mean you would let him do that to himself. Besides, you couldn't really sleep without him.

Tonight was one of those nights. You rolled over for what felt like the millionth time, sighing as you heard the distant clicking of Mark's computer down the hall. This had been going on for hours, and at this rate, neither of you were going to be getting any sleep tonight. You sat up slowly, wondering what in the world is keeping him up this time. You walked quietly out of your shared bedroom, not bothering to shut the door behind you.

"Baby?" you called softly, cracking his office door open halfway. The clacking of his keyboard stopped abruptly as he turned to look at you. His face was lit by only the harsh light of computer screen, the rest of the room shrouded in darkness. "Come to bed?"

He glanced back to his computer for a moment, reading the time at the bottom of his screen; 3:27 AM. Rubbing his hands over his face, signing quietly. "I really have to finish this," he says gently, tiredness creeping into his voice. He finds your eyes again, almost melting when he saw how tired you looked. "C'mere."

He opened his arms for you to crawl into, which you happily did. You sat on his lap, tightly hugging his torso and pressing your face into him. Kissing the top of your head, he started to hum quietly to you, his chest rumbling against you. His hands found their way to your hair, softly carding through the locks and massaging your scalp. Drowsiness tugged on your eyelids, dragging you into a blissful sleep before you knew it.

"G'night, my special girl," Mark whispered upon hearing your soft snores. "I love you."

[otterlyinluv]

Only Mortals Catch the Sniffles

Summary: You decided to go shopping while it was raining. But you forgot your umbrella. So of course you end up getting sick (you have a really poor immune system, don’t you?). What’s unexpected is who exactly decides to take care of you and what discoveries it leads to.

Pairing: Darkiplier x DA!Reader

Tags: sfw, the flu, argument and misunderstanding (gets resolved), proximity, tension

A/N: I have almost no time to write. (Who would’ve said I’d be reading lots in a linguistic course—) But hopefully you’ll enjoy this little thing I’ve been cooking up for quite a while now ^^

Word Count: 4.5k

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You rummaged through the cupboard to find some of your favorite snacks but were met with empty space instead. You sighed and shook your head. Your secret stash of snacks has been disappearing at a suspiciously fast pace, so it was safe to assume someone was eating it. But eating all of it without notice? You’d have to have a stern word when you found the culprit. If at all.

This shortage has happened multiple times already. At first, you let it slide, but it was really beginning to get on your nerves. Scratch the beginning. You were mad. You were going to get your snack. Now.

Breathing slowly to clear your head a little, you decided to go for a late-night shopping run while you were at it. After all, there were some other things you wanted to buy, along with the snack. And then you’d catch whoever had been stealing them.

You walked down the corridor and noticed the time on the grandfather clock. You winced. If you wanted to go shopping you needed to get ready and fast.

You grabbed everything without thinking too much about the details. Your phone, purse, and a shopping bag and bolted for the door. You managed to faintly hear something Google was trying to say, but you had no time to listen. Off to the shop it was.

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By the time you returned, it was pouring. And you hadn't brought an umbrella.

The door opened with a creak, and you stepped in, clothes dripping with water all over the carpet.

Out of the corner of your vision, Google raised an eyebrow before coughing silently: “I did attempt to tell you the forecast was saying it would rain.”

You pushed your wet hair out of your face. “Yeah. I don’t think that'll help now.”

“Well, if you had given me admin privileges, I would have been able to contact you even while you were away—“

You walked away irritated, not bothering to hear his ‘Giving me admin privileges is the solution to all your problems’ speech.

While sprinting to your room, you almost crashed into someone, but you were able to steady yourself and not make his suit wet. Suit. Only one man would wear a suit well into the evening.

Darkiplier eyed your very much drenched form from head to toe. Before you could say anything, he spoke, no visible emotion on his face. “Your clothes are wet.” It sounded as if he was merely making an observation.

A scoff escaped your lips. “Haven’t noticed.”

“Did Google not tell you about the weather?”

He who stayed mostly cooped up in his office most of the time had the audacity to lecture you for going out when it was raining?!

“Well, obviously I didn’t have the time to get an umbrella!” You threw your hands around, irritated, and stormed off into your room.

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You woke up still tired. Your throat felt dry. You swallowed. Sharp stabbing pain. You groaned and turned around to check the time. You slept for 10 hours?!

The sun was already high in the sky, an unusual sight for an early bird like you. Weird, but you supposed it was better to get started for the day, you said to yourself, trying to sit up. Emphasis on trying.

You clutched the side of your head to dull the throbbing pain that emerged from your movement and flopped back onto your pillow. Well, this was a problem. Everyone would start wondering where you were sooner or later since you routinely woke up first.

The pain was almost enough for you to consider just staying in bed. And yet you couldn’t do that.

You’ve never allowed yourself to rest even while tired or under the weather. The work helped you focus on other things. Without it, your mind started to wander into territories it shouldn’t. Like those recurring dreams of a strange mansion or a poker game with people you didn't recognize… and it was doing it again. Which is exactly why you needed to get back to work.

You weren’t able to attempt to get out of bed again when your door handle swung open violently, almost slamming into the wall. There was almost no time to register the urgent steps stop as Wilford put his hands on your shoulders and began shaking you.

“Oh, my word, we thought you died!”

Wilford was a mess. Eyes shot wide, clothes untucked, hair unkempt, like he was running around and forgot to fix himself up.

“Wilford…” you said lethargically, Wilford’s shaking making your hoarse voice sound even quieter.

“Illinois said he hadn’t seen you at breakfast, so I thought you must have eaten already, but when I went to check, you weren't at your office and you’re always at your office, so we all thought you got kidnapped…” he continued ranting, almost like he was stuck in panic mode with no regards to the fact that you were actually safe and sound in your bed.

“Wilford, I’m fine!” you yelled as loudly as you could muster, which was not much but it seemed to break the loop he was in. He stopped shaking you. “I’m just not feeling well, that’s all…”

“Oh…” he said softly, slowly pulling his arms away.

His eyebrows scrunched up in almost a comical fashion. “You’re sick,” he stated, as if for some sort of confirmation.

“I’m not that sick—”

“But you never get sick.” He shook his head, looking positively baffled.

“Again, I’m not that sick. Just woke up a little later than usual, nothing to be worried about…”

“You are ill?” you heard his voice before you saw him appear. Darkiplier was standing in your doorway. Who knows for how long. His face looked neutral, except for the smallest furrow of his eyebrows.

You sighed, exasperated. This was too much to deal with in your current state. Which was not that bad, mind you. Besides, how and why was Darkiplier even in your room? Wilford, you could understand. You were acquaintances—friends even, but it was different with Darkiplier.

Sure, you had mutual respect, but your relationship had always been on the more formal side, seeing as you were one of the few people he could rely on to complete the tasks you agreed on. But he would have never struck you as a person to be worried about someone’s physical state.

“I am fine. It’s just a cold. Nothing I can’t handle—“

He interrupted you before you could finish your sentence.

“A cold? A cold that leaves you unable to get out of your room until noon? Is just a cold the reason you are left bedridden and shivering despite being underneath a duvet?” He walked until he was near your bed. There was a cold sort of fury hidden behind his eyes.

That irked you. Of course he never cared about your well-being. He only cared about how the search for Mark continued. And no matter who helped him along the way, as long as he got his revenge, nothing else mattered.

You weren’t able to yell, but your gruff voice was teeming with anger. “Well, I’m sorry I had the gall to fall ill. But not all of us have the ability to work for days on end. Some of us are human!”

You hadn’t meant to say that last sentence. Pain flashed in his eyes. You’ve always had a suspicion that he used to be human. At least at some point in time. You got your confirmation now. You would’ve regretted saying it any other time, but not now. Not now when you finally found out the thing he cared about most was your productivity.

“I think you should leave,” you said coldly.

You’ve honestly forgotten Wilford was also in the room as he hasn’t butted into your conversation like he usually did. Darkiplier’s face was stunned, maybe even regretful, but he did nothing, as Wilford took him by the shoulder and led him away from your room.

As they left, you turned to the wall and closed your eyes. Tired from the emotional exchange and your current sickness, slumber soon overtook you.

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You woke up still tired, your mouth dry as if you hadn’t drank water in forever. Which, you hadn’t. Your stomach ached, but you highly doubted you could muster up enough strength to make yourself something. Another grumble of your stomach convinced you otherwise.

You looked around for a bathrobe to put on over your pajamas when your eyes got caught on your bedside table. There, lay a tray with a plate full of chicken noodle soup along with a spoon.

Did someone…. make you food? You have eaten along with some of them, such as breakfasts with Illinois or Yancy, and sometimes Wilford liked to join you for lunch. Then there were the late dinners in Darkiplier's office. But this? You weren't used to that. You leaned over and put the tray on your lap, careful not to spill anything.

You wondered who would do such a thoughtful thing for you. It looked homemade, so that ruled Yancy out. He approached you a few weeks ago if you could re-teach him some simple recipes since he's been in prison for so long that he's forgotten how to cook.

You were familiar with Illinois’ cooking skills, but you doubted he would find the time to make you soup. He’s always joked that he can’t give anyone special treatment or else they’d fall in love with him.

And Darkiplier… you threw that thought away before you could even start thinking about it properly. As if he’d be all nice to you after treating you no less than an expendable employee.

Wilford, you couldn’t be sure about. You’ve seen him cook occasionally, not soup, but he seemed to have both skill and like you enough to be so considerate.

Satisfied with your thought process, you set to eating the surprisingly still warm soup that you deduced Wilford had made for you.

After about twenty minutes, you already having finished your soup and cuddled up facing the wall to sleep the cold off some more, a quiet click of the door handle filled the silence of your room. Soft tentative steps tapped on the floor, seemingly so as not to wake you up.

You turned around.

“Hey Wil, thanks for the soup…” You trailed off when you realized the one who entered your room was, in fact, not Wilford but a rather startled Darkiplier. You have never seen him with that much exposed emotion. He was frozen reaching for the empty plate, his eyes slightly wide, as if he got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. It, however, didn’t last long. He promptly straightened his back, wiping imaginary dust from his jacket, his expression back to being deadpan as usual.

“Why are you taking that plate?” You eyed him warily. Was he here to chastise you for not working? Or perhaps—

“Because I made the soup. I figured you’d have finished it by now.” He moved to pick the tray up.

“You made the soup? You made me soup?” you blurted out before you could really think about what you were saying.

“You’ve seen me cook,” he said in the most matter-of-fact voice.

“Well, yes, but…” You sat up and tried to gather your thoughts. It all lead down to just one thing. “Why?”

“You are ill. You need rest and warm food. So I made you soup. Is that enough of a reason for you?” There was a hint of humor in his voice, his expression mostly unchanged, except for the faintest sparkle in his eyes.

You were absolutely baffled. He gets angry at you for getting sick and not working and then makes you soup?

He seemed to notice your irritation increasing and opened his mouth to speak. You crossed your arms and leaned on the pillow.

“Listen. I know a plate of soup isn’t enough to make up for what I had said. And I didn’t just make the soup to make amends. I want you to get better. I know what’s done is done but you need to know the truth.” He looked away momentarily as if he had to find strength to continue. “I wasn’t angry with you for not being able to work. I was angry… with myself.”

“What?”

He sighed, looking away.

“What I had said and the way that I had said it was harsh. There is no excuse for it. I was just…” He took a deep breath and shook his head absentmindedly. “I was worried. When you didn't show up in the morning. I thought something had happened. That maybe you had left or perhaps needed some time off. You work too hard all the time. And I did not want to intrude even if I was worried. A part of me was glad you finally decided to take some time for yourself. But when I was passing by and heard Wil say you were ill…” He looked off to the side for a moment.

“I have never seen you ill. Ever. So I said things without thinking them over. And for what it's worth, I am sorry.”

Your eyebrows only scrunched up more. Many emotions of increasingly more confusing variations started bubbling up in your brain. You didn’t say a thing. Just kept looking at him as if that would help you comprehend what exactly he had just said.

He sighed.

“Do with that what you will. But believe me when I say, I am being completely sincere that I truly hope you do get better.” With that, he grabbed the tray with the plate and left your room.

A part of you wanted to say something. To tell him to come back. But you couldn’t will your tongue to move. And not because you were sick.

With a closing of the door, you were left alone once again. This time, with many more things to think about.

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Evening rolled around faster than you expected it to. You spent most of the time sleeping. You even felt good enough to make some light dinner for yourself. It seemed none of the residents were up to their usual antics of annoying you today. Lovingly, of course, but you had thought when they came to know you weren’t dying, they’d come to visit you. But that didn’t seem to be the case as no-one has been in your room since your… exchange with Darkiplier.

But as all sickness goes, it gets worse in the evening. And so you were lying in your bed, as lethargic as ever, unable to even sleep.

Your door creaked, the sound so quiet you wouldn’t have been able to hear it if you hadn’t been lying in dead silence.

Darkiplier opened the door and looked over into the room. Your eyes met. And even through your hazy state, it felt like you locked eyes just a second too long. Not like any other time.

“I... came to check up on you.” He looked away, cutting the silence.

“That's awfully nice of you.” You weren’t really thinking about what you were saying. It seemed to a side effect of your illness. Or maybe you weren’t so guarded with him anymore.

His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. It looked oddly adorable.

“Are you feeling alright?”

You didn't know if he meant healthwise or your current state of mind, and you didn’t care.

“Absolutely.”

He walked over closer, right up to your bed. You watched him curiously, a bit more attentive even despite your heavy mood.

“No fever or anything of the sorts?”

You scoffed lightly. “No, nothing of the sort. Really, I’m fine. Never been better. See?”

You moved to sit up when he gently grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back onto the pillow.

Breathing became a foreign concept. Even your sickness existed only in the back of your mind. Your body was faintly pressed against the plush of your pillow, yet everything paled in comparison to all but one sensation.

Him.

So close.

And yet not close enough.

His hands on your shoulders were secure and just a bit insistent. But not necessarily painful.

“Don’t get up, you need to rest,” he said firmly but softly just the same.

Your eyebrows raised. He leaned closer. And closer. You closed your eyes.

The touch of his lips on your forehead was feather light.

After seconds which seemed like hours, he pulled away just a little, deep in thought. “Your forehead isn’t warm so it seems like you really don't have a fever…”

It sounded like an inner monologue or a passing thought, but your brain froze from the moment he kissed your forehead. It was so soft you weren’t sure you weren’t actually having a fever dream. Your eyes moved on their own accord, studying his face. His eyes caught yours. You have never seen him from this close. Your mouth was slightly open as a shallow shaky breath escaped it. It was as if the Earth itself stopped spinning and all you could feel were his eyes. Staring. Pensive. As if he himself was also frozen.

“You… you shouldn’t be so close to me,” you said quietly, almost indiscernibly. Your mouth was dry. A few seconds passed. Silence. Just him and you. And his eyes. Oh, those dark eyes. They went deeper than you thought. Like they were their own little galaxies. Did he even hear what you said? Did he—.

“Why?” His voice was quiet, similarly to yours, with a slight purr that you’d never heard from him. You could feel his chest rise and fall, dangerously close to your own. Your heart was beating so quickly that you wondered if he could feel it. A shiver ran up your spine. Your brain desperately searched for an excuse. But did you really want him to stop?

“I’ll get you sick,” you tried. Oddly enough, you weren’t feeling all that unwell at the moment. You were, however, feeling something else you couldn’t describe. And his closeness only heightened the tingling in your stomach.

“I’m not human. I can’t get sick,” he said without missing a beat, almost matter-of-factly.

Curses, he’s always been good at quick responses. But— Hang on. How would you know such a thing about him? You’ve spent some time together, yes but… Not enough to know an obscure detail like that.

“But you were.” The words left your lips almost by themselves. And yet, something in you knows that it’s the truth. Somehow, someway you feel he used to be something else before this.

His face darkened, his expression shifting to the all too familiar one you knew from working together late into the night.

“I… used to,” he admitted. You had to keep your mouth from falling open. This was the clearest confirmation of their past you’ve gotten out of any of the residents of this mansion. And to get it from Darkiplier first… If anybody told you a few days ago that such a thing would happen, you would’ve laughed straight into their face. But now… Him sharing something vulnerable with you felt strangely familiar. Like it happened before.

“I can see that brilliant mind of yours working. But whatever questions you want to ask, save them. There is time and place for such conversation and this is not it.” This was his way of saying no to talking about this topic. Rather tactfully from how you’ve seen him snap at Google when he is genuinely angry for a sensible reason. There was, however, something in the sentence that you could use to gauge him. You could consider yourself fairly well-versed in a few things in life but for Darkiplier to call you brilliant? And with such casualty. Like he has already said it before. But he hasn’t. There had to be something more behind it.

“’Brilliant mind’?” you repeated his words inquisitively.

His eyebrows furrowed apprehensively and you knew then you struck gold. He pulled back from leaning over you but you followed suit, sitting up on your bed.

“Forget it,” he said, his voice clipped.

“No.” You surprised yourself by how fast you replied. And it seemed to have the same effect on Darkiplier since he didn’t move from the spot. Encouraged by this, you continued: “… No. Why did you say that?”

“I…” There it was—he hesitated. You waited with bated breath for him to reveal whatever it was he kept trying to hide. You knew it was something that weighed heavy on his soul.

“It is none of your concern,” he said after a few tense seconds of your waiting. Ever the diplomat. Was he a politician in his past life or what?

“Considering the fact that you said something about me, I think it very much concerns me.”

“Look, you are ill and there are things that are beyond your understanding—”

“Then tell me something I can know.” That was it. Your last ditch effort to get to know something more. More about this man who went from only a colleague to someone who has actually, and much to your surprise, proved to care for you. As much as a man with seemingly so little external emotion such as Darkiplier was. But only seemingly. You have seen him smile before this even if it was scarce. But now you could finally admit — it did suit him.

Darkiplier looked at you, brows furrowed, seeming almost perplexed. “You truly wish to know more about me?” he asked, to which you nodded quickly before he could change his mind and decide to leave right then and there.

He sighed.

Then begrudgingly sat back down on your bed.

Bingo.

You made yourself more comfortable, propping your back on the wall behind you. It felt like a child getting ready to hear a bedtime story. Darkiplier raised an eyebrow and let out a soft breath through his nose, the corner of his mouth raising almost imperceptibly.

He looked to the side thoughtfully for a few moments before turning back to you.

“I don’t have to breathe.”

Well, that was unexpected. You thought he would talk about his life experiences or the people that he met. Then again, you should have known better than to think he would actually tell you anything about his past or elaborate on the whole “brilliant mind” comment. Nonetheless, this new information was quite intriguing.

“What do you mean you don't have to breathe?”

”It’s… more of a habit than anything physiologically needed.”

“But— your chest raises and falls so regularly...” you said, more musing out loud than actually meaning to share any information.

“Do you watch me?” he asked. If you didn’t know him well, you’d think he’s irritated, his tone slightly accusatory. But when you looked at him, there was that familiar tug of the corner of his lips. He was playing. He didn’t sport that look often but he pulled it off quite well.

Apparently, you had drifted off again because his lopsided smirk had only gotten wider and he was closer than before.

“Do I have the privilege of your presence now?”

He was close. Really close. Like when he kissed your forehead to check for a fever kind of close. Your heartbeat picked up, and you could only hope he couldn't hear it. Heartbeat... does he have one? You must have spoken out loud because a thoughtful look spread across his features.

“I’m not too sure myself. Want to check?”

Did he really mean to say that? You blinked. His expression hasn’t changed. So he did.

You placed your hand on his chest matter-of-factly. That’s all it was. A checkup. You weren’t doing anything weird. It’s not like you felt his dichromatic aura bristle slightly at your touch before returning to a faint buzz, albeit a bit louder than a few moments ago. With him wearing only a dress shirt, you could feel his skin and the lack of a heartbeat.

“You know I’m only letting you feel me up like this because you’re ill.”

“Stop being cheeky.” You clicked your tongue in irritation when he disrupted your concentration. There was a faint huff of laughter before you refocused on what lay beneath your palm.

“There’s nothing,” you said quietly.

“You won’t be able to feel it like this.” And with that, you found your hand pressed even closer to his ribcage, covered by his. You felt his chest rise and fall more deeply, almost like you’d feel a regular person breathe. That’s when you felt it. A faint heartbeat right under your fingertips.

Badump badump

Even with his palm on top of yours being extremely distracting, it was clearly discernible. Orderly. A sign of life where there really wasn’t one.

His hand lifted from yours but you kept it there, utterly entranced by the sensation of his heartbeat. He didn’t comment on it and spoke up, his tone softer than you’ve ever heard him be.

“There has to be oxygen for it to beat strongly. And that happens when I breathe more. Not that I need to per se, it’s more of a habit.”

“How is that even possible? How can you function without air?”

“There are no... rules for the amalgamation that I have become.”

That was one genuine bit of emotion you’ve seen him express. Frustration maybe? You’d have thought Darkiplier had come to terms with what he had turned into but it seems time can’t heal all wounds.

“I have been... this way for a very very long time. And yet I don’t know the constraints of myself.”

You hummed in understanding, mind racing with thoughts of what exactly he can and can’t do, absent-mindedly tracing the buttons of his shirt.

You felt his heart speed up, his chest jerking in as air hit your fingers. Your eyes flicked back up to his face.

Burning heat. Molten lava and blistering cold of his aura. His eyes searched yours for something. You weren’t sure what. Maybe he—The cracking of a mirror...

The intensity of his gaze made your hand twitch back, your whole body freezing up.

After a few seconds, he exhaled and smiled softly, bittersweet yet understanding, tender even — have you ever seen him smiling like that? — and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Rest. You need it.” He stood up and headed towards the door. Just when he was about to reach the door handle, you called out:

“Dark?”

He turned around, a look akin to hope in his eyes.

“Yes?”

“Will you… make me soup again?”

The tender smile was there again, devoid of all previous bittersweetness.

“Of course. Anytime, darling.”

It was only when he left that you realized, you called him ‘Dark’ instead of Darkiplier. And that Dark apparently resorts to pet names.

——

Fun fact I wanted to write it but could not manage to insert anywhere: Dark was the one who told the others not to disturb the reader :)) Oh and either Wilford or Yancy is stealing your snacks. Which one do you think it is?

Also, if anyone wants to be part of a taglist for future fics, let me know :)

[selfindulgentramblings]

"In His Eyes"

| markiplier x fem!reader

warnings: none

rating: fluff

word count: 711

notes: this is just a silly cliché scenario but its cute af so i wrote it anyways. i’m super happy with it and i hope it makes you smile :)

☆⭑✦⭑☆

Mark ran his hands through his hair, exhaling as he leaned back in his desk chair. He closed down the game he had just finished playing and shut off his computer. He had finished his work early, which doesn't happen often. Striding down the hall, he huffed as he shook his hair out of his eyes unsuccessfully. He tried to remember what you’d told him you were doing today. Something about errands, but he wasn’t exactly sure. He was really hoping to spend some extra time with you.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted as he reached the top of the stairs, music floating into his ears. He stilled, as he listened carefully to the sounds coming from below; you were singing. Loudly. A smile crept onto his face, and he walked slowly down the stairs, being mindful to not make a single noise, in fear of disrupting the moment.

His smile turned into a grin as he took in the sight in front of him. There you were, in all your glory, dancing around the kitchen. You had headphones over your ears, and your eyes were shut. You were still singing along, and he was now sure it was a Taylor Swift song, or something of that sort. You knew every word. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing at the adorable the scene in front of him. You spun around, lost in the moment. He could've sworn you were an angel, or maybe a deity of some kind. You were perfect. He was truly mesmerized by you, glued in place, staring as your energy lit up the room. After years, you still somehow managed to set butterflies loose in his stomach and cause his heart to want to jump out of his chest and into your arms.

You were really getting into it now, jumping up and down and holding your invisible microphone. He nearly melted right there, just seeing your sweet, blissful smile. You whipped around, and in a big showy fashion, belted out the finale; opening your eyes to find yourself face-to-face with your boyfriend, who was leaning against the doorframe, laughing softly to himself. You all but threw your headphones off of your ears, gaping at Mark as he continues to smile at your antics. Your face grew hot, crimson creeping its way across your cheeks and down your neck.

"How long have you been, uh... here?" you asked sheepishly, cringing as you felt your already red face turn a deeper shade.

"Cruel Summer, right?" he teased, chuckling softly and shaking his head. "Your performance was pretty amazing. Maybe you should ask Taylor if you can join the tour."

"Oh, fuck off."

"You could probably start your own tour, actually. Give her a run for her money," he continued, a smug grin plastered on his face.

"I can't believe you saw that," you said, a nervous smile landing on your pink cheeks. You just as quickly covered it up, burying your head in your hands. "I can't believe that just happened."

"You're adorable," he mused.

"And you're impossible," you shot, trying (and failing) to cover up the extreme amount of embarrassment that had sank into your gut.

"I'm serious, you are! You never fail to make me smile, even when you don't know it. I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he said softly, moving to gently hold your shoulders.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better," you said, staring at the ground, a smile making its way onto your face all the same. Mark tilted your chin up with his index finger, gazing lovingly down at you.

"Is it working?" he crooned.

"Maybe," you mumbled, leaning into his touch.

"Good, you'll need your confidence back when you're on that world tour," he said, dodging as you went to playfully hit his shoulder.

"You are truly unbelievable, Mark," you laughed. Abruptly, he swooped down and kissed you, catching you off guard. But before you could react, he pulled away just as swiftly.

"I know," he said smugly, turning on his heel and disappearing up the stairs. You heard him snickering to himself, not bothering to be quiet about it.

You couldn't do anything but smile and shake your head. You were so in love with him, it was ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as him.

[nox140497]

Cuddles

Prompt: No

Request: No

Summery: Y/N wants cuddles while Mark is playing and recording a game with Bob and Wade.

Authors note: If you like it, feel free to make requests , or give me ideas or even tips if you want it would be much appreciated.

Pairing: Mark Fishbach x Female Reader.

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Y/N was feeling a bit lonely. It had been a long day, and she craved some affection, but her boyfriend Mark was preoccupied with playing and recording a game with his friends, Bob and Wade. Mark's loyal fans were eagerly waiting for new content, and Y/N saw an opportunity to surprise them and give them something extra special.

With determination in her eyes, Y/N decided to join the gaming session and provide some extra entertainment for Mark's fans. She quietly entered Mark's office and cautiously climbed onto his lap. As she settled down, she took one of Mark's earphones, allowing her to hear what the other two were saying. The room, which was usually filled with boisterous laughter and loud banter, suddenly became much quieter.

Mark, Bob, and Wade were astonished by Y/N's unexpected presence. The dynamics of the game and recording session changed as the three of them adjusted to this delightful interruption. Y/N, never one to shy away from adding her own touch to any situation, started lightly teasing the boys and engaging in their good-natured banter.

With high creativity, Y/N began playfully commenting on the game, adding witty remarks and making everyone laugh. Her energy was contagious, and the atmosphere in the room shifted from focused gameplay to a more relaxed and lively ambiance. Mark's fans were in for a treat as they witnessed this unexpected collaboration.

Y/N's presence had a magical effect on Mark. The normally vocal and animated YouTuber found himself at a loss for words as he looked into Y/N's eyes. The love and adoration he felt for her were evident in his gaze. It was as if the world around them had disappeared, and it was just the two of them in the moment.

As the game progressed, Y/N's participation added a new level of excitement. She skillfully navigated through challenges, offering suggestions, and lending a helping hand to her boyfriend and his friends. Mark was amazed by Y/N's abilities, realizing that not only was she the love of his life, but she was also a talented gamer.

Together, they created a harmonious fusion of gaming and companionship. Mark's fans were witnessing a unique bonding experience, something they had never seen before. The video's comment section filled with messages of admiration and support for Y/N, who had effortlessly won the hearts of Mark's loyal followers.

Hours flew by as they played together, enjoying each other's company. Y/N, always attuned to Mark's needs, didn't stay on his lap for too long, not wanting to distract him from his recording responsibilities. However, the loving glances and stolen moments of physical connection between them spoke volumes.

When the recording session finally came to an end, Mark turned towards Y/N, his eyes sparkling with gratitude. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such an incredible partner who understood his passions and supported him in every way imaginable. They shared a warm embrace, their hearts filled with love and contentment.

As Mark uploaded the video, his fans couldn't contain their excitement. The comments poured in, showering Y/N with praise and expressing gratitude to her for joining the gaming session. They lauded her creativity, humor, and the joy she brought to their favorite YouTuber's content.

Y/N's decision to satisfy Mark's fans and give them some extra content had truly paid off. She had found a way to connect with the gaming community and become an integral part of Mark's channel. Their love story had become intertwined with his YouTube journey, creating a bond that was cherished by all.

And so, as they embarked on many more gaming adventures together, Y/N and Mark continued to shower their fans with love, laughter, and moments of genuine connection. They became an unstoppable team, spreading joy across the digital world and solidifying their place as not just internet celebrities but as soulmates whose love knew no bounds.

[otterlyinluv]

Dark is just a little black cat.

A void with eyes if you will.

Sometimes, you see a vaguely upset shadow on your wall, and because you know the drill by now, you simply reach your arms out.

A few seconds pass.

The shadows stir.

Then, Dark is in your arms, his face in your shoulder. The only thing visible from him is the tuft of black hair and his red-blue aura. Its faint buzz is the only sound in the room as you let him rest.

With the way he's pressed against you, you can literally feel his chest rise and fall ever so slightly slower. Calmer. Maybe even relaxed.

If Dark really was a cat, he would curl up in your lap and start purring.

---

I saw a post about black cats and thought of the grumpiest one of them all

[ask-the-invincible-crew]

It's January and the mistledrone's STILL flying around? Danny......you've got some explaining to do......

bonus: THE MOST REQUESTS IVE EVER RECEIVED FOR A SINGLE COMIC

for the past three weeks, THREE WEEKS IVE BEEN GETTING THESE ASKS. I HEAR YOU ALL LOUD AND CLEAR.

[beybaldes]

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they long to be (close to you)

don't let it burn (don't let it fade)

all I know of love is how to live without it p2 (i just can't seem to find it)

gold dust woman

yesterday once more

some word today from my boyfriend so far away

goodbye to love

social media au 1 2

warren rojas !!

and wouldn't you love to love her?

back again (just like a long lost friend)

rainy days and mondays

the lovers, the dreamers and me

your love's put me at the top of the world

social media au 1

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maybe you can’t see how much you mean to me

i’ve acted out my love on stages with 10,000 people watching

social media au 1 2

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it was simple, it was sweetness, it was good to know

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no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft

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that which you cannot see

that which you cannot here coming soon!!

suck the rot right out of my bloodstream coming soon!!

̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇

detective abe !!

the prying hands of choice

a love never flourished

somewhere, somehow

̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇

sejanus plinth!!

one single threat of gold tied me to you

I swam a lake of fire, I’d have walked across the floor of any sea

of the goodness, love, I still carry for you

open the blinds, let me see your face

when you know, you know

you can hear it in the silence (you can see it with the lights out)

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲)

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Slow Down 🔞🩷

Backseat Lovers 🔞🩷

Caught Red Handed 🔞🩷

Close Calls 🎀💛

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Tom as your boyfriend headcanons 💛/🩷

Arguing with him, and it leading to the best make up sex ever 🔞🩷

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Gone 🥀🩷🍼

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