#markiplier x sister!reader

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brother's prejudice — max fewtrell

pairings. max fewtrell x norris!fem!reader, lando norris x twin!fem!reader

summary. you have always been happy to support lando in any way you can but when he can't give that same support back when your relationship with his best friend is revealed, you're left wondering if your relationship with your twin brother will ever be the same. 4.2k, 18+

playlist. "idfc" by blackbear, "the heart wants what it wants" by selena gomez, "our song" by taylor swift, "it will come back" by hozier, "make me like you" by gwen stefani

warnings. lando's a bit of a dick but he makes up for it, censored oral (male receiving)

masterlist.

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"Do you want me to suck your dick or do you want to watch Markiplier?"

"Do you want an honest answer?"

You huffed, and started to get out of bed. "I'm going to take a shower."

"No, baby, I'm just kidding."

Max grabbed hold of your hand before you even fully got to your feet. He tugged you back onto the mattress, pushed you down and hovered over you.

"You're too late. The moment is gone," you said.

"I'm sorry."

He tried to kiss you but only got your cheek when you turned your head to the side.

"Baby, don't be like that. C'mon."

He kissed your neck and your breath caught in your throat because you were just a girl. You were just a weak girl when it came to Max.

"I love you," he said into the skin of your neck.

"Hm," you pretended to consider it, "Apology accepted. Lay down, drama queen."

You pushed at Max's shoulder and he let you get on top of him. You grabbed a hair tie from the nightstand to pull your hair back with.

Max let his hands slide under your shirt—which was actually his shirt, which was why he was only in his sleep shorts at the moment. He freely let himself feel you up as you tied your hair up, squeezing your thighs and hips, your ass and up to your boobs.

"You've got to stop groping me if you want me to give you a blowjob."

"But you know how much I love groping you."

You laughed and pulled his hands out of your shirt. You intertwined your fingers with his, leaned down to kiss his nose.

"You're really making it seem like you don't want me to suck you off."

"I never said that."

You kissed the knuckles on each of Max's hands before shimmying further down the bed, pulling the blankets with you. Soon, the only sounds in the room were Max's sighs of pleasure and the lewd, wet noises coming from your mouth.

Then, someone with the spare keycard to Max's hotel room unlocked the door and entered without knocking.

"Max, mate, the plane's leaving at ten, not eleven, apparently. I tried texting you in the group chat but—what. The. Fuck."

Thank god Lando was a naturally loud individual, giving just enough time for you to sit up and wipe your mouth, for Max to pull his shorts back up. You both faced Lando with similar caught expressions, still tangled up in bed together but thankfully without your lips currently around Max’s dick.

"Are you actually kidding me? My sister? What the fuck, mate?"

You jumped in to try and defuse the situation before it escalated. "Lando, just wait a second. Let me explain—"

Lando cut you a harsh glare. "I'm not fucking talking to you. We can talk about you acting like a slag later."

You drew back, more than a little hurt at your twin's words and the tone in which he said them.

"Don't talk to her like that," Max stood up for you.

"That's really what you're worried about right now?"

"That you're calling your sister a slag? Yeah, it is."

"What the fuck is going on? You get busy with the one girl that has always been off limits and you think you're some sort of knight in shining armor?"

"Let's just all wait a second. Yeah? Let's just take a breath."

“Shut up, Y/N.”

“Lando, if you think—“

“Please don’t argue, Max—“

“He’s being a fucking dick to you, Y/N—“

“I’m being the dick? You’re shagging my sister—“

“That’s no excuse to talk to her like that—“

“It’s not like that—“

“How long has this been going on?”

“Lando, just listen—“

“Ten months.”

You close your eyes.

“TEN MONTHS!”

The flight back home was going to be a long one.

.

“You really don’t have to come.”

“Do you not want me to?”

“No, I do but… Lando is going to be there.”

“And you don’t trust him not to cause a scene?”

“I don’t know if I trust either of you not to get into a shouting match in front of our parents.”

You were already dressed and ready to go to your parents for dinner. You sat on the bathroom counter as Max finished getting ready. He was fixing his hair, the last step before he would be done, also.

You watched as the gentle, concentrated furrow in his brow deepened to one of anger. “He called you a slag, Y/N. I don’t care if he’s your brother; that’s not okay.”

“He said I was acting like a slag—“

“Same difference.”

“—and he didn’t mean it. He was just caught off guard. I did go behind his back…”

“Don’t paint him as the victim. Admittedly, we probably should have told him sooner but that doesn’t mean he gets it be a dick about it.”

Max momentarily abandoned his hair to squeeze your knee.

“You have to stop making excuses for him.”

“He’s my brother.”

“And he has always walked all over you. When was the last time he properly apologized to you for anything?"

“Max…”

This wasn’t the first time Max had brought this up and every time, you deflected or excused everything Max tried to shine a light on. Lando was Max’s best friend but he was your brother, your twin brother. You had never not known him.

Lando was integral in who you were as a person. You were made as a pair. You grew up as a pair. You had always had each other. He was your built in best friend. You always had his back, no matter what.

If you were a pushover, if you let Lando tease you and speak to you in ways you’d never let anyone else, if you tolerated things from him you that you shouldn’t, then that was your decision.

Max didn’t understand that. He didn’t seem capable of understanding the complex workings of your relationship with your twin. You would do anything for Lando, regardless of what it would mean for you, and you were fine with that.

That was how it had always been: Lando, the showman, and you, the supportive sister. Even back when you were karting together, Lando was out front and you were playing defense to protect his position.

You celebrated his victories more than you ever celebrated your own but that was fine. He was your brother and you loved him.

“Okay, fine. Whatever,” Max relented on that front. “But this is a step too far. He doesn’t get to act like a petulant little kid because I’m dating you. Calling you names and running away to Monaco when he’s meant to be filming with Quadrant. He’s being ridiculous.”

Some part of you knew the punishment of Lando ignoring you for the past month didn’t fit the crime of not telling him you were dating Max. The bigger, more conscious part of you felt like carving “traitor” into your forearm with a steak knife and hoping the pain would make your brother forgive you.

Your messages to Lando had become a wall of blue, full of apologies, begging to let you explain, attempts at striking up a conversation like normal, asking if he had meant to cancel your plane ticket to the Azerbaijan Grand Prix followed by even more apologies and then congratulations on a race well done.

You played with your fingers the whole car ride. Max reached over at one point after you had started picking at your cuticles to kiss the back of your hand and hold it the rest of the way, making idle talk that did nothing to distract you from what you were headed towards.

After Lando found you two in Max’s hotel room and the ensuing argument got heated on both of the boys’ sides, Max stayed with you for a few days. When he finally went back to his and Lando’s London flat hoping to talk things out before filming for Quadrant, Lando had cleared out.

He posted a rather passive aggressive Instagram story a few days later about “real friends” featuring some other F1 drivers all holding padel rackets. Max had not been happy when he found you torn up over it, shedding tears over the fear that you had lost your brother.

You had always been sensitive. Quick to cry, quick to care, quick to get attached, quick to get hurt. Lando poked fun at you for it your entire lives but he was also the first to jump in and defend you whenever anyone else said anything to you.

Lando’s distance over the last few weeks hurt. Like, physically hurt. You would see something that you thought he would find funny and go to text him about it just to remember he was giving you the silent treatment and your chest would hurt for the next several hours as you waited on a reply that never came.

Despite it all, when you saw Lando stood in the kitchen with your mom, the first time you had seen him in over three weeks, you couldn't help but smile.

He was halfway to returning it, as if on instinct alone. Then, he noticed Max at your back and his face fell devoid of any sort of pleased emotion. Your own smile fell, chest starting to ache again.

“Y/N darling, there you are.” Your mom came over to hug you and kiss your cheek, then did the same to Max. “And Max! Your best be treating my girl right.”

"Of course, Mrs Norris."

"Stop it with that; I've told you to call me Cisca."

"Mum knows?" Lando said. "You already told mum? Did she know before I did?"

You drew a sharp breath. It was difficult to talk to Lando when his tone was both wounded and accusatory.

"She called me not long after you boys had your spat," your mom explained, "Told me all about her and Max and I couldn't be more pleased. I always knew you fancied him, Y/N, even back in your karting days."

"Muuuum," you groaned, embarrassed even if Max already knew how long you had been crushing on him.

Max laughed and kissed your cheek. "The Shield fancied me."

"Shut up."

“The Shield” was the cringe-worthy nickname that karting media outlets had given you back in the day on account of how difficult it was to overtake you. So much of your karting career had been defense for Lando but you always felt a little victorious whenever you made a boy mad about getting beat by you simply because he couldn't get around you.

You could have gone far in racing if you hadn't quit after a single season of F4.

Lando gagged at Max's display of affection.

Max zeroed in on him, eyes sharp and mouth opening to call him out. You caught his shirt between your fingers, silently reminding him that he had promised not to start a fight. He looked mighty unhappy about it, but Max let his chest deflate and followed you into the dining room to help your other siblings set the table.

Ten minutes later, you all sat down to eat.

This was not the first time Max had dinner with your family. It had become such a common occurrence that it didn't cross any of your minds that your typical seating arrangement had your dad at one head of the table, your mom at the other, your older brother and sisters on one side, and you, Lando, and Max on the other, in that order, always with Lando between you.

Even dating Max, you didn’t think to sit next to him because that was Lando’s seat. It didn’t even cross your mind that it might not have been the best decision to sit your twin next to his best friend who had gone behind his back to date you for months without telling him but it was too late for that.

Lando was the last to sit down after going to retrieve the forgotten napkins. You considered swapping seats last minute as he hesitated over the dining room threshold, then thought better of making a scene and resigned yourself to a torturous dinner without being able to hold Max's hand through it all.

After getting caught by Lando, you had told your mom about you and Max. She had obviously clued your father in but you weren't sure which of your siblings knew the full extent of what went down when Lando found out.

Oliver and Cisca seemed oblivious enough, even if they were casting confused glances at you, Lando and, Max, trying to figure out why the three of you weren't speaking to each other. However, Flo was keeping an awfully watchful eye on your twin and boyfriend, as though waiting for the show to begin.

Table talk was casual and nearly pleasant. With Lando uncharacteristically silent beside you, and Max refusing to so much as look at his best friend, you couldn't fully enjoy spending time with your family while they were all together.

Max caught your eye behind Lando. He gave you a smile, one you couldn't quite return. Lando leaned back and got in the way of your eyeline to Max. You turned back to your food, continuing to pick at the delicious pork your mom had cooked but not able to enjoy it.

"Max, what of you?"

"Sorry?" Max was about as clueless to the conversation at hand as you were.

"Do you have plans to visit Monaco any more this year?"

They must have been talking about the trip your parents and youngest sister would be taking to Monaco during Cisca's summer break. You had planned on taking time off work to go with them, as well as with Max later in the year, closer to the end of the F1 season to attend a few races and help film some Quadrant content.

"Are you and Y/N going sometime together, possibly?"

It was a harmless enough suggestion from your mother. She probably only wanted to try and get Lando and Max to say a word to each other.

Then, despite having already agreed to house both of you later in the year, Lando said, "They haven't mentioned anything."

You really were not enjoying this dinner.

It was getting harder and harder to have all your siblings in the same place as you all got older. Only Cisca lived at home now and she was going off to uni in Manchester next year.

You missed when being with your family was easy, when you didn't even have to think about it. You missed your childhood bedroom that was now the second guest bedroom, your and Lando's bunk beds long gone.

You missed your brother terribly, even if it had only been about three and a half weeks since contact was cut. You didn't want to lose him to something like this but at the same time, you couldn't imagine letting Max go.

Max made you so happy. Couldn't Lando see that? Couldn't he see how in love you were? Couldn't he accept your and Max's relationship for the sake of not wanting to lose his twin sister and best friend?

You would do anything for Lando. You had given up so much for him. You supported him at every twist and turn of your lives. You just wanted things to be okay again.

"Y/N darling, what’s wrong?"

Your mom’s question was quiet, meant to not attract anyone’s attention. But Lando and Max were both quiet, too, in unsettling amounts from the two of them. They both looked at you just in time to see you wiping at your cheek.

"I'm fine."

Except you weren't fine. You were sad and nostalgic and sick of feeling that way and now you were all teary. You just wanted a nice dinner with your family where the two men you loved most in the world acted normal and you didn't start randomly crying at the dining table.

Lando put his hand on your arm. "Y/N/N, are you alright?"

Like his touch finally shook loose something inside you that you had been holding back since the hotel argument or maybe even longer, you rounded on your twin brother.

"No, I'm not alright! How could I be alright when you're acting like this?"

Lando immediately threw his walls back up, going on defense. "You and Max went behind my back."

"And that means you get to throw a month long hissy fit over it?"

"You've been dating for ten months!"

"It's actually eleven, now, mate."

Lando turned to shoot a glare at your boyfriend. "Shut up, Max."

"Stop being a dick, Lando! Just stop! Yes, we should have told you sooner. Yes, I'm sorry you found out like you did. But that doesn't mean you get to treat me, treat us like this."

"How am I supposed to react?"

"You're supposed to get over the initial shock and be happy that two of the people you care about are happy together."

(On the other side of the table, Cisca leaned closer to Oliver. "When did Y/N and Max start dating?"

"I think he said eleven months ago."

"That long and they haven't told us?"

Flo shushed them both. "Shut up; I'm trying to watch.")

"How am I meant to be happy about you two lying to me for the last year?" Lando demanded.

"I have been trying to apologize and talk to you about that for the last month and you haven't let me! You ran off to Monaco, ditched your Quadrant responsibilities, and left me thinking that I'd ruined things forever. That's such a dick move, Lando! Fuck—"

You were crying again. You wiped angrily at your cheeks, wanting to be taken seriously and get your point across but it was difficult when you had tears running down your face.

"You can't just ditch me like that when things get rough. It's not fair when I've been there with you through everything. I have never not supported you. I have always been there for you. I quit racing so that you wouldn't get passed over. But the second I do something you don't like, you can't give me even an ounce of support in return."

"What do you mean you quit racing so I wouldn't get passed over?"

Your chest went still, blood running cold. Shit. Shit shit shit, Lando was never meant to know about that. You had never planned on telling him. Never ever. Not even when you were old and saggy and there would be no consequences. You were meant to take that secret to the grave.

"That's not what's important. I don't understand—"

"What did you mean, Y/N?"

You gulped. "It's nothing. It was a long time ago, anyway. It doesn't matter."

"Y/N."

.

"Me? You want to sign me?"

The Josef Kaufmann Racing representative grinned at your bewilderment. "Yes, you."

"No way. Are you serious?"

"Completely. It obviously won't be set in stone today and we'll need to speak with your parent or guardian but Carlin would be lucky to have you on our roster next season."

"Oh my god. No way!"

You had been worried about next season as all the 2015 series were nearing their ends and you had yet to have been scouted by any teams. Your contract with Mücke Motorsport was coming to an end after this season but now you had been offered a seat in the next level of racing, at the same team your brother was in talks with, no less.

"Oh, this is great! Lando and I will still be on the same team. You know, my brother and I have always walked about being on the same F1 team. That would be crazy, obviously, but this is just like that but on a smaller scale."

"We'd not be giving your brother a seat."

Your excitement was gone in an instant. "Sorry?"

"Lando wouldn't have the seat in Formula Renault. It would be yours, instead."

"You're offering me... my brother's seat."

"That is correct."

Just like that, you let your career die. "I don't want it, then."

The rep blinked at you. "What?"

"Give the seat to Lando. He's who you want. He's the better driver. He has always finished before me."

"He would not have if you were not defending his position. Josef Kaufmann would rather have you driving for them next year."

"I don't want the seat. Give it to Lando. I was planning on quitting racing, anyway. Sign Lando for next year. He'll do well for you."

.

"Y/N, what the actual fuck?"

You ducked your head. "Don't blow it out of proportion."

"You gave away you entire racing career at the drop of a hat because you didn't want to take a seat that I hadn't even been signed for yet? You— Why would you do that?"

"Because you're my brother."

Behind Lando, Max was staring at you, wide-eyed. All around the table, your family openly stared at you in shock, not quite able to believe the real reason you had suddenly dropped out of racing.

The reason you had given was that you had gotten bored of it. That you had only ever gotten into it because of Lando. That you didn’t want to constantly be in competition with your brother. That when Lando got famous, you didn’t want to be his lesser racing counterpart.

There may have been some truth in those excuses but the whole truth was this: you had been offered the seat Lando was negotiating for and you would not take it from him. You loved racing; you did not love it more than you loved your brother.

“Y/N, I… I honestly don’t even know what to say.”

“You could start with an apology,” Max offered.

“To both of us,” you added.

Max leaned back in his chair. “I’m good back here. Worry about me later.”

“No, she’s right,” Lando said. “I’ve been a real dick to both of you over the last few weeks. You guys didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve always had Max as my chosen best friend and you, Y/N, as my built in best friend but then you guys started getting closer. Then, I found out you’re together and it’s like, what do you need me for if you have each other?”

Any anger you may have been holding onto melted into sympathy. “Aw, Lando—“

“You are so fucking thick, mate,” Max cut in. “You think I’m going to treat my girlfriend the same way I treat your dumbass? I need a platonic best friend just as much as I need a romantic one.”

You laughed at the face Lando pulled.

“If you start referring to us as your platonic and romantic best friends, I’m fleeing to Monaco again.”

“It’s too late. It’s already started, platonic best friend.”

“Eugh, this is terrible. Go back to being awkward acquaintances, please.”

“I love her, mate. There’s no going back from that.”

You loved Max. Wholly and truly you did. How well he got along with Lando was just the icing on the cake, another thing to add onto the list of reasons you were stupidly in love with him.

Your lovesick expression must have been quite obvious because suddenly Lando was shoving your head to the side with a hand over your face.

“Oh my god, don’t look at him like that—I’m gonna barf.”

(Oliver had gone back to his food.

Cisca was still watching, confused. “Wait, so Y/N and Max have been dating for eleven months and not even Lando knew? Why?”

“Apparently, it was an oversight.”

Flo speared an asparagus. “This is better than any TV show I’ve watched all year.”

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Oliver said.

“I’m the only one enjoying this the correct amount. I’ve been waiting for Lando to stop cockblocking Y/N and Max since 2014. I am allowed to be entertained by their drama.”)

“Can we circle back to the whole quit racing because of Lando thing?” Max asked, “Because what the fuck, babe?”

“You quit racing, too!”

“Because I was burnt out, not because I would rather throw my entire career away than make my brother momentarily unhappy while other teams jumped at the opportunity to sign him up.”

“It’s fine! I mean, look at where Lando is now. Season number five of Formula One! It all worked out in the end.”

.

“Are you really okay with us being together?”

You stood outside with Lando and Max after dinner had finished up. Your parents were loading the dishwasher, Oliver was driving off down the street, and Flo was finishing up doing something with Cisca inside. The three of you were finally able to talk privately.

Lando was quiet for a while after your question. He still seemed a little hesitant but it wasn’t anywhere near how he had reacted in the hotel. He glanced down at where you were holding Max’s hand, then looked away, still thinking.

“You’re not allowed to have sex while I’m in the flat,” is what Lando eventually decided on saying.

Max, unimpressed, said, “It’s a bit late for that, mate.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands.

Lando yelled his displeasure quite loudly. Max just laughed at him, not at all apologetic.

Even if your face was burning, at least you knew things would be okay. You had your brother back. Max had his best friend back. And Lando had both of you back.

The three of you were messy and intertwined but you would be okay.

[bullyhunter--69]

can you do a markiplier x little sister ? i need some sort of e s c a p e p l e a s e

Snack runs at 2am

Pairing: (PLATONIC) Big Brother! Markiplier x Little Sister! Reader (I'm imagining the reader to be like 17/18ish but it doesn't really matter honestly)

Summery: Boring days lead to equally boring nights filled with sleeplessness and hunger. Since Mark stole all of your snacks for the video he filmed with Ethan that day, you figured he might as well pay you back, right?

T/W: none! Just some good 'ol fluff!

A/N: my first request! I absolutely love big bro Mark and stuff like this is always so fun to write, I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤

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Bang

Bang

BANG!

Each of the kitchen cabinet doors opened and slammed shut, progressively getting louder to match your frustration. Did Mark really have to take ALL of your sacred snacks, just because him and Ethan were filming and needed something to fulfill their hunger during it? Why couldn't they have just ordered pizza-- or even gotten McDonald's!?

With a heavy sigh, you spun around and leaned your back against the counter top. It took all of 3 seconds for this new, glorious plan to form within your magnificent brain.

The gas station down the street was open 24-hours.

And Mark was going to take you and buy you anything you wanted.

It was the least a big brother could do after ruining your late night youtube binge session by being a hog and eating all of your snacks.

With hushed footsteps you ran as fast and quietly as possible up the stairs and to Mark's bedroom. All caution stopped though when you threw his door open and jumped onto the foot of his bed, bouncing slightly as the weight on the poor mattress was now being distributed between 2 bodies and not just 1.

You made sure to jump onto a spot that was far enough away to where his attacks wouldn't get you, and boy were you glad you did. The sheets were thrown off of the bed and big, hairy limbs went everywhere. Legs kicked and arms swung, followed by various curses and threats after the initial scream died down. It's safe to say, Mark was definitely awake now.

"--OR ELSE I SWEAR I'LL REENACT THE BITE OF '87 ON YOU-- (Y/N)?" His voice was softer now and heavily dripping with confusion as he rubbed his eyes and tried to make out the shape of you in the dark, but your giggles and snorts from his empty threats gave you away instantly.

"What, the fuck, was that for?" The bedroom lamp now on and illuminating the room with soft light showed his ridiculously messy hair, and his hoodie on your body that you stole because he kept the house insanely cold.

"Get clothes on. You're taking me to the gas station down the road because you and Ethan-you big pigs- ate all of my sacred snacks." You punctuated your statement by crossing your arms after throwing the shirt that was laying on the foot of his bed at him. "I think I deserve it."

Mark's face began to dawn the most deadpan expression you've ever seen on him. The bags under his eyes were darkened by the shadows and how his hair framed his face. Exhaustion filled every invisible wrinkle upon him. He looked completely wiped out from the day he had spent filming and editing, but honestly? You could still see his lips starting to bend into a smile as he pulled his shirt on.

Within the next five minutes, you were both seated in his car and on the way to the gas station, having opted to drive since it was cold outside. The radio station played softly as you cruised down the completely dead road.

After pulling in and parking in the spot right beside the door, you both got out and entered the gas station. You skipped right back to the aisle with the chips and candy as Mark made a B-line to the fridge with the energy drinks. You met up with Mark just a few minutes later, a mix of snacks, candy, and drinks overflowing from your arms. You never typically took advantage of the times Mark spent money on you, but this was different! He ate all of your necessary snacks so this was just him repaying you!

Dumping everything on the counter, the elderly lady behind the counter started scanning everything for you while striking up a sweet conversation with Mark, as she always did when you two came in for snacks or gas. Before you knew it though, you were back in the car with at least 7 bags filled to the brim.

You looked over at Mark as he buckled his seatbelt into place. "Thank you Mark, I know you ate all my snacks, but this makes up for it." You laughed, but it got interrupted by a yawn. Mark looked over to you and followed with a laugh of his own, reaching over to ruffle your head. "I'm sorry for eating all of your snacks, kid. Let's get back to bed, yeah?"

You nodded in agreement and buckled yourself in, relaxing back in the comfy seat as Mark started driving.

"I'm still gonna beat Ethan's ass, he isn't off the hook just because you are."

[mbgcreates]

Until We Are Parted

You are nervously waiting for Damien to emerge from the "seance room" with his sister. Surely this day can't get any worse.

A/N: I've had this one in the wings for a little over a year and a half, and I'm glad I could finally finish it! Set during the final chapter of Who Killed Markiplier.

Word count: 914 (I really thought this was longer!) Damien x reader (kinda). Reader is referred to as his wife, but otherwise there's no gendered language used. Reblogs are much much appreciated!

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It's been far too long since they went in that room, too long since the self-proclaimed Seer brought her twin with her to try her occult magicks once again. It was bad enough when she got the DA involved, but with your husband now the one with her, it makes that unease in your gut grow. Back and forth you had paced, anxiousness quickening your steps, but now your feet take you back down the hall, towards where you saw Damien and his sister last. You hadn’t meant to walk so far away, but whatever Celine was doing, you didn’t want to be anywhere near, despite not wanting to leave your husband behind.

There is a figure in the hall when you approach again, although you don’t notice at first, too caught up in the thoughts in your head. It takes you another moment, but that’s Damien, only just now exiting the room. You perk up, although your unease doesn’t leave you. You open your mouth to call his name, but stop in your tracks.

There is something…wrong with your husband.

You're just being silly, you think at first; the stress of Mark's death and both you and Damien being accused, followed by Celine's sudden arrival, must all be getting to your head. But, even down the hall, when he turns and looks at you…

…there isn't a drop of warmth in those honey brown eyes.

"Darling," he says, half a second too late and stilted, a belated smile forming that isn't your husband's. "What's the matter?"

The words tumble from you before you can think. "What the hell have you done with my husband?" you hiss.

"What do you mean?" He chuckles. The hairs raise on the back of your neck at the sound, both familiar but somehow entirely foreign. "It's me. It's Damien."

"The hell it is!" Your voice gets louder by the end, a slight wobble attached that you were hoping wouldn't reveal itself. "I— I don't know what happened, but you aren't Damien."

The smile on the body's face threatens to drop, but all he does is open his arms and take a step forward. "Don't be silly. I'm as much Damien as you are my wife."

The slight hesitation before calling you his wife, the way he holds himself, the other small things about him that you can't explain but all are setting off alarm bells— Whatever is happening, your husband isn't there anymore. But before you can let that sink in, another thought occurs to you. "Wh…where's Celine?"

There's no mistaking the way his expression twists, a particular ugliness to it that has no place on Damien's face. He mutters something belligerent under his breath. You take a step back, a sudden fear dropping your stomach. His head whips up, and you freeze when you make eye contact. It's almost absurd how fast that smile is plastered back on.

"She's…busy." That ire you saw on his face slips into his voice. Something tugs at the back of your mind.

"Tell me who the hell you are," you say, soft but hopefully threatening, "or I'll scream."

His face twitches. "And who will hear you?" He takes a step forward. You match it back. "The others are too busy pointing fingers to investigate."

Has it really devolved that badly? "Fine," you say. "Fine. I won’t scream, then. But, you are not my husband, and I am not your wife.”

He stops, then barks a laugh. "You really are as astute as I remember. Maybe that's one of the reasons the two of you got along. I always said you could have gone into a career alongside Damien."

Your brow furrows, a memory of a long-ago summer day resurfacing. You can so easily hear the conversation, the pleasant laughs all around. It couldn't be. "A lot of people have said that," you reply cautiously.

"Have they? Few knew the two of you as well as I did, so I highly doubt that." He huffs. “And here I just gave you credit for your smarts once again.��

Your lips suddenly feel dry. “It’s impossible, though.”

“Friend, the impossible is at my fingertips. And if you test me further, you might see firsthand."

You’re not sure what that means, but the hardness in his eyes leaves no room for guessing. There’s a horrid feeling in the pit of your stomach. “Mark…what did you do to them?”

“Just what they deserve,” he spits, not bothering to disguise his disdain any longer. “Every last one of them will get what they deserve.”

Your limbs feel like they're buzzing. Your breathing quickens, and there are pinpricks behind your eyes. Are you even in your body right now? “What did you do to my husband?”

“Look in front of your damn eyes.”

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HUSBAND?!”

Your desperate screaming is barely audible over the sharpness of a gunshot. You turn towards the sound, shocked out of your despair, when something taps against the back of your neck. The muscles in your legs give out, and you collapse to the ground, eyes rolling up into your head. Your vision paradoxically goes bright white, but not before spotting a strange shape, like a tendril of ivy, in the air where you once were. Your mind retreats, as if it's being pulled from your body, and the last sensation you have is your gut plummeting like a rock. You don’t even feel the tears slip down your cheeks.

[the-s1lly-corner]

FNAF ruin spoilers but admin still isnt done with it bc they're watching markipliers playthrough

No cuz I wanna write a dumb reader x daycare attendant/eclipse fic where reader sneaks them to their house and tries to repair them and explore that dynamic, have a slow burn, backstory where reader used to work st the pizzaplex, and have everyday shenanigans at home w/ them but my silly self dropped from the fnaf fandom when sister location dropped and only just hot back into it with security breach when it dropped

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

Hey can you do something with Yandere Damien from WKM. It can be either headcannons or a one shot whatever you feel like. Love your writing ❤️

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×A/N×

Thank you so much your kind words! 💕😭

I wrote some headcanons this time- (I hope that you don't mind :"D)

But I plan to write a oneshot too as well, because this is very short-

×❢ About my work ❢×

Damien is creepy-, and cute at the same time-, stalking, the reader is gender neutral, jealous Damien

Type: Headcanons

Fandom: Markiplier Cinematic Universe (WKM)

Character(s): Damien, Y/N/The Reader, Celine, The Colonel, Abe (mentioned), Actor Mark (mentioned)

Ship(s): Damien x Reader

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐜𝐬 (𝐖𝐊𝐌)

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: One More Hour by Tame Impala

“Minutes are racing

Whatever I've done

I did it for love”

• he will get jealous very easily

• but he doesn't show it

• he will stalk you from distance quietly

• he's at your window right now as well (I mean probably)

• he will get agressive when his sister or his friends saying something nice of you

• he's too shy to talk with you

• follows you everywhere

• too shy for giving you secret love letter or something like that

• but sometimes he do give you some chocolate to you secretly

• but that is rare

• he will make sure that you got home safely

• and will stay at your window and watch you sleep for a few minutes

• just to make sure that you are alright ofc

• "Damien?" Celine asked with a sleepy tone.

"Yes, it's me." Damien answered as he closed the door gently behind himself.

"It's very late, you know? Where have you been?" Celine looked at him with a questioning look.

"Oh, I..." Damien blushed slightly as he tried to find an excuse. "I had some things to do." he smiled awkardly, then quickly went to his own room.

• his face will turn all red if you glance at him

• and oh gosh if you talk to him

• just a few words

• he is burning

• "Damien?" you asked softly. "Are you alright? You are all red."

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just..." he was searching for an excuse, but he couldn't think straight because of your sweet smell, of your, of your gergous eyes, of your beautiful voice.

"Bully!" The Colonel shouted to you with a wide smile on his face.Damien was saved, but he felt as the adrenaline burns his whole body. Jealousy jealousy

• damn and you always distracting him when he is doing his mayor things

• he didn't have this big crush on somebody a while...

• he can't think anything else

• just you

• he wish he would be brave enough to talk with you...

• he won't kill for you (he is too gentle and sweet for that)

• and he won't kidnap you

• he thought about it, but what if he accidently hurt you?

• he would never harm you

• never

• he hates everytime when Actor flirts with you

• or The Colonel

• or the Detective

• or any body

• he wish he could touch you...

• but that would be rude, right?

• and like i said, he won't hurt you

• unless you want it :)

[imagobin]

Most of my fan-fictions are on Wattpad because I like the format better, but I figured I might as well compile the things I've written & am proud of here as well.

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List of Fandoms

Fionna and Cake (4)

Hunter x Hunter (18)

Markiplier-verse/Egos (5)

Monkey King 2023 (14)

Spider-verse (4)

Steven Universe (1)

Super Mario Bros (1)

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Fionna and Cake

Winter King

Headcanons ❄️Taking Care of You When You're Sick | GN!Reader❄️ Desc: Headcanons of Winter King taking care of his sick bodyguard whom he secretly has feelings for.

Headcanons ❄️Playing Hero | GN!Reader❄️ Desc: Headcanons of Winter King trying to play hero to woo you and convince you to fall for him, only for things to backfire. Little angst maybe? Idk

Headcanons (Request) ❄️Tending to the Gunters | GN!Reader❄️ Desc: Headcanons of you and Winter King trying to have a cozy snowed-in day, but having to change their plans when penguins show up at your doorstep.

Winter King x GN!Reader (Slice of Life) One Shot (Request) ❄️Icy Daughter❄️ Desc: Winter King keeps a lot of secrets from (y/n), but today he's ready to reveal one of them... he actually has a daughter?!

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Hunter x Hunter

Zoldyck Family

Headcanons 🔯General Family Dynamics🔯 Desc: Speculations on how each Zoldyck family member sees the others, with a bigger focus on the less-explored relationships.

Headcanons 🔯Zoldyck Siblings see you're hurt | GN!Reader🔯 Desc: Headcanons for the Zoldyck siblings and how they'd react if you came back to them injured after a fight.

Headcanons (Request) 🔯Being Zoldyck's middle child | GN!Reader🔯 Desc: Headcanons for a Zoldyck middle child reader who's both a talented assassin and loves taking care and spending time with their siblings.

Headcanons (Request) 🔯Leaving the Zoldycks | GN!Reader🔯 Desc: Headcanons for how the zoldyck siblings would react to their Sibling!Reader leaving Kukuroo Mountain.

Headcanons (Request) 🔯The lost sibling | GN!Reader🔯 Desc: Headcanons for a reader who's meeting their family for their first time, after being taken away from Kukuroo Mountain as a baby.

Headcanons (Request) 🔯Being Grandma Zoldyck | Fem!Reader🔯 Desc: Headcanons for a reader who's the elusive grandmother of the Zoldyck family.

Headcanons 🐲Grandpa Zeno | GN!Grandchild!Reader🐲 Desc: Headcanons for how it'd be like to have Zeno Zoldyck as a grandpa.

Ramble 👒Kikyo's visor👒 Desc: My thoughts on why Kikyo wears a visor at all times.

Headcanons (Request) 📍Big Brother Illumi | Fem!Reader📍 Desc: Headcanons for what it'd be like to be Illumi's younger sister, from the day you were born to the current year according to the timeline.

Ramble 📍Illumi and Milluki's brotherly relationship🎮 Desc: Analyzing OG manga scans cause the english translation was incomplete.

Headcanons 🎮Milluki Boyfriend HCs | GN!Reader🎮 Desc: My HCs for how Milluki would be as a boyfriend, contains fluff and overprotective tendencies.

Ramble 🎮Small thought about Milluki Zoldyck🎮 Desc: My personal theory on why Milluki acts the way he does.

Ramble (Request) 🎮Milluki's Nen🎮 Desc: Some Nen abilities I think Milluki could develop based on his lack or presence of character development.

Ramble 🎮Milluki doesn't have anger issues🎮 Desc: Debunking the belief that Milluki has anger issues through manga scans analysis.

Headcanons (Request) 🩵Killua studies with Leorio HCs🪀 Desc: Killua decides to change career paths and become a doctor after getting inspired by Leorio.

Ramble 🧸Alluka in the Italian translation🧸 Desc: The Italian HxH manga uses only feminine pronouns when referring to Alluka, let's talk about it!

Leorio Paradinight

Headcanons (Request) 🩵Friendship! | GN!Reader🩵 Desc: Headcanons for how you and Leorio met and what kind of friend he is.

Headcanons 🩵Romance! | GN!Reader🩵 Desc: Headcanons for how you and Leorio met and became romantic partners, lots of cuteness and fluff.

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Markiplier-verse/Egos

Alise T. Vermont (OC) Pentalogy

DA!OC Insert Book Who Killed Markiplier? | Wattpad Desc: Alise is an assertive and confident district attorney who works alongside their lifelong friend, Damien, the mayor. Things suddenly break her routine upon receiving a strange invitation from a friend she hadn't heard from in months, Mark! But what was supposed to be a fun night amongst friends, quickly turned into a nightmare when Mark was found dead and strange things kept happening inside Markiplier Manor. Will Alise and the others manage to catch the murderer... or will they fall into darkness as well? Captain!OC Insert Book ɪɴ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪᴘʟɪᴇʀ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1) | Wattpad Desc: Captain Alise has finally boarded the Invincible II to bring colonists to a new planet. However, things quickly take a turn for the worst when the spaceship gets trapped in a wormhole and Alise is requested to fix an apparent paradox alongside the ship's head engineer, Mark. Will they complete their mission, or will they be stuck there forever? Only one way to find out. Captain!OC Insert Book ɪɴ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪᴘʟɪᴇʀ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2) | Wattpad Desc: The universe has been rebooted and Captain Alise now has to fix things once and for all, but how will they do that when the multiverse itself seems to be against them? Actor!Mark x DA!OC (Platonic) Book A Heist with Markiplier | Wattpad Desc: Alise has now reunited with Mark in the void, where the Actor can finally start putting his plan into motion, however... the ghosts of their past are always ready to come hunting them again, and what was meant to be some harmless fun becomes much more as Alise starts discovering what happened in the outside world while she was stuck in the void. Actor!Mark x DA!OC (Platonic) Book A Date with Markiplier | Wattpad Desc: With the artifact now lost, Mark and Alise have decided to sit back for a while and go on a date, but things never go as planned...

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Monkey King 2023

Dragon King/Ao Guang

Headcanons 🌊Childhood Friends | GN!Merefolk!Reader🌊 Desc: Headcanons for Ao Guang and Reader being childhood friends and growing up together.

Headcanons (Request) 🌊Kaiju!Dragon King | GN!Merefolk!Reader🌊 Desc: After the battle against Monkey King, the Dragon King was rendered powerless, but also got stuck in his Kaiju form? And now he needs to work around that to salvage his relationship with Reader.

Headcanons (Request) 🌊Raising a child | GN!Merefolk!Reader🌊 Desc: Headcanons for you and Ao Guang adopting and taking care of an abandoned child.

Headcanons (Request) 🌊Kaiju!Dragon King Fluff!🌊 Desc: Another batch of Kaiju!Dragon King HCs, but this time it's extra fluffy!

Headcanons (Request) 🌊Protecting the child | GN!Merefolk!Reader🌊 Desc: Headcanons of you and Ao Guang being protective of your adopted child.

Headcanons (Request) 🌊Dating | GN!Nine Tailed Fox!Reader🌊 Desc: Headcanons of you and Ao Guang meeting and dating, but with a twist! You're a shapeshifting Nine Tailed Fox!

Headcanons (Request) 🌊Comforting his Child🌊 Desc: Headcanons for how Dragon King would comfort his kid when they're struggling with something.

Headcanons (Request) 🌊Family daily routine🌊 Desc: Morning and Night routine of Dragon King and his family.

Headcanons (Request) 🌊Caring for you | GN!Merefolk!Reader🌊 Desc: You got sick, and Dragon King, beind the drama queen that he is, does everything to ensure you recover and never ever get sick again.

Headcanons (Request) 🌊Self-consciousness | GN!Merefolk!Reader🌊 Desc: Something went wrong with Dragon King's transformation, and once he's defeated, his body retains some of the water he used to transform, self-consciousness ensues.

Headcanons (Request) 🌊Self-conscious pt. 2 | GN!Merefolk!Reader🌊 Desc: Dragon King feels self conscious about his body, and you decide to comfort him. Pt. 2

Dragon King x GN!Reader (Fluff) One Shot 🌊𝒮𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈🌊 Desc: After his defeat, the Dragon King decided to lay low and slowly regain his powers deep down in the sea, that was until he spotted (y/n), who drastically changed his goals in way he'd never thought of before.

Dragon King x GN!Reader (Action) One Shot (Request) 🌊𝓜𝔂 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂🌊 Desc: Despite being stuck as a Kaiju, Dragon King managed to build a family, finding a spouse and even adopting a child, but what happens when a new danger arises, and the people he loves the most are put in danger?

Kaiju!Dad!Dragon King (Slice of Life) One Shot (Request) 🌊𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓓𝓪𝓭🌊 Desc: Ao Guang learns that despite being a Kaiju, he can still enjoy small moments with his child.

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Spider-verse

Johnathon Ohnn/The Spot

Headcanons ⚪Platonic Relationship | GN!Reader⚫ Desc: Headcanons for The Spot and Reader being roommates, pre and post-collider. Headcanons ⚪Rivals to Friends | GN!Reader⚫ Desc: Headcanons for Johnathon Ohnn and Reader being college classmates and rivals. Headcanons ⚪Being a Father | GN!Child!Reader⚫ Desc: Headcanons for Johnathon Ohnn/The Spot being your dad (totally not self indulgent).

The Spot x Artist!OC (Platonic) Book Behind the Eight Ball | Wattpad Desc: Being behind the eight ball |To be in a difficult position, from which it is unlikely one can escape, out of luck.| That's how Johnathon Ohnn felt after the Alchemax Collider exploded. He'd lost everything: his job, his family's love... his face. Until he met someone who was genuinely willing to help him... but would that be enough?

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Steven Universe

Jasper

Jasper x Human/Gem hybrid!OC (Romantic) Book 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐝 | Wattpad Desc: Emma had always believed she was the only Human/Gem hybrid on earth, however, her world is turned upside down once she learns of the existence of Steven, and embarks on a journey to Beach City to meet him. Unfortunately, he's already left months ago, and it looks like Emma will have to keep searching, but not without a certain orange gem forcing herself into the picture.

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Super Mario Bros

Bowser

Bowser x Dryad!OC (Romantic) Book The Dryad's Loyalty | Wattpad Desc: Hazel is a lone dryad who's lived in complete isolation their entire life... what happens then, when a Koopa King comes crashing down in their forest and forces them to become part of his Koopa Troop?

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[feyhunter78]

20 Fanfic Questions

Thank you for the tag @cchickki this was so fun!!!!

1.) How many works do you have in AO3?

I have 22!

2.) What's your total AO3 words count?

My total is 509,650 words

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

You can find the link here!!!

4.) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In order, it is 1.) Pink Pastels 2.) The Dowager Queen 3.) Orange Blossoms 4.) Among the Sun 5.) Trials of Tributes

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes!!! I love getting comments, they literally make my day, encourage me, and one or two have almost made me cry from how sweet they were🥺

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It would be my only angst fic, But Darling (I’d Still Die For You)

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oooooo so this is a tie between Moonflowers and the ending I’m thinking about for Pink Pastels

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

I have before, usually it’s super dumb, and I screenshot it and send it to @celestialsolstice, so we can tear it apart together

9.) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Y’all know I dooooo, but I write sweet smut! Nothing too harsh, no degradation or violence, just two people who care about each other

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do not and have not

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, but I live in constant fear that someone has put Pink Pastels in an AI somewhere

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

In the very beginning when my only fic was Poisoned Tears and Scorched Tongues someone asked if they could, but I was super new to AO3 and thought it was a scam, so I never responded💀

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Lollll nothing that’s been published, but back in the day me and @celestialsolstice started writing a “sister of Markiplier” fic. It was not that good for what I remember, we’re both much better writers now😂

14.) What's your all-time favourite ship?

Honestly it used to be Nalu, but now it’s Dani x Pelle from Midsommer every fic I’ve read about them is a fucking masterpiece😭

15.) What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Definitely Hold My Heart (Between Your Teeth), and Turn of the Tide, Call of the Sea. They both had such a good premises, but I just lost their plots entirely and cannot muster up the energy to finish them

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I think it’s my prose, and my ability to switch between writing styles, aka modern for Pink Pastels and “old English” for HOTD and Among the Sun. People compliment me on the flow and word usage in my writing, which always make so, so happy!!!!

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I don’t plan and if I do, it’s so messy, I just sit and write. Also, thigh riding, dirty talk from reader’s perspective (IMO) and descriptions of objects and/or places. I’m not good at describing settings, y’all😭

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

For Spanish, I use Spanish Dictionary, my shitty public school Spanish education and my readers. I double-check the translation by running it through twice and sometimes breaking the sentence down to make sure I’m using the right word😂

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

First one I put something out publicly for was HOTD, first fic I ever wrote was for DC Legends of Tomorrow

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Honestly as chaotic as it was Targaryen Inc was so much fun to write, it was off the rails batshit crazy, but I loved it

I’ll no pressure tag @celestialsolstice, @dilf-superiority and @dapper-zappa

[miaiplier]

Relaxtion

(Mark x LilSister!Reader) HeadCanons

Request: Hey hey hey I was wondering if I could get some little sister!reader HCs or mini fic (it's up to you!) about what they and Mark do in their free time together? Like game night or making food and watching movies ect. Sorry I just really love your writing and I've been dying for more sister stuff. 😘❤

-Most days, Mark is in his recording room editing or planning more videos. So for a few hours, you don’t see him at all.

-When he finally stops for the day, the sun is usually set and he’s decided to relax for the rest of the night.

-You both prepare dinner if Amy and you haven’t already. You all sit down together and eat, talking about internet memes and new plans for your hobbies or the latest in Mark’s ego lore.

-Sometimes a stream is involved, either playing a game or just talking.

-Other times you take Chica and Henry out for walks.

-Mark likes to joke about how uncultured he is in many things i.e movies, tv shows, music. So it’s now your job to show him all of it.

-You’ve forced him to watch all of the classic scary movies for Halloween.

-Then you forced him to listen to the classic 2000 era songs because that holds a deep connection with both you and Amy.

-He moans, groans, and complains about having to sit and watch your stuff but when you actually start watching he shushes everybody because of how invested he is.

-Sometimes you introduce him to some shows or books, and suddenly it becomes impossible for him to stop talking or learning more about it.

-When you’re both craving a little junk you and him make a cake or cookies together which leads to mess (mainly caused by Mark).

-You've gotten him to relax and unwind by painting together, it doesn't matter what sometimes with acrylic or watercolor. It's sort of nightly routine you all do, it helps you let your creative side out.

-"Look how much better mine looks" Mark sarcastically says showing off his stick figure painting.

-"I'm such a good artist" 

-You now have a little exhibit in your house set up for your best pieces.

-It's honestly Mark's favorite part of the day, all the stress and worries melt away and he gets to spend time with his two favorite people.

-It's rare you don't spend your free time together you all are a small little family (including the pups) and your time together is really important.

[heaven-with-mark]

"𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣."

The now empty Truly can slams against the counter, tinny and empty. "Better get drinkin, Eef!" You yell, triumphant and two seltzers ahead of your opponent. Mark looks a tad disappointed, back against the counter and arms crossed. You and Ethan sat at the island on barstools, having a competition to see who could drink more before getting shitfaced.

Ethan was lagging behind. You were feeling tipsy yourself but he was getting a little woozy. The way his body would tip to one side until he noticed and righted himself told you a lot. Mark cleared his throat, and both you and Ethan turned to look at him. Your smile dropped the moment the empty Truly box left the olders' hand and tumbled to the floor. "Automatic win." He says, nodding towards you.

The smile returns as you slide from your seat, a little stumble to your step as you saunter up to the fridge. Out comes an unopened twelve pack of Coors, your least favorite alcohol. "You hate beer." Mark comments, pushing himself off the counter to stand at the island. You slide it to Ethan and stand next to Mark as the drinks are opened. Ethan passes you a Coors and next thing you know, you've had five.

"Uh. Fuck." You giggle, swaying in the middle of the kitchen. Ethan was... laying on the floor next to you. Hands over his eyes, face flushed, stupid drunk smile. Mark now sat at the island, chin in the palm of his hand. He found you and Ethan amusing to watch.

Until now. Your stomach churned, your heart sinking. You were absolutely terrified to puke. It was a childhood fear for no real reason. "Mark," you whispered, hands out to steady your rocking, "Mark I think I'm gonna throw up."

He'd known you long enough to understand why it was a problem. He sighs, "alright. Fun over. You're both cut off." Ethan cries, but you don't catch whatever he said. You're no longer a happy drunk, you're scared to move in fear of emptying your stomach. Mark is gentle in the way he presses a hand to your back, slowly guiding you over to the couch. Some animated movie plays and you're barely aware of it as you're helped into laying down.

"Mark, I need water. I'm gonna go get water." You slur, and immediately sit up. Your head hits the couch pillow a second later, feeling like you'll upchuck if you try to do a single thing. "I'll get you water, just chill for a second." Mark murmurs, smoothing the hair stuck to your forehead. Your heavy eyes shut, and you buzz in and out of consciousness as you vaguely hear Ethan get ushered down the hall to his room.

When Mark returns, it's with water and blankets. He hands you the drink first, keeping a hand on the cup as yours cradles it just to make sure it doesn't spill all over. "Are you okay now?" He asks softly, setting your beverage down on the coffee table. You're only now aware of being in tears, very disorientated and drunk. He's leaning over you, using the back of the couch to brace himself. Unable to think right, your hands come up and do the grabby hand motion.

After some very slurred convincing, the footrest of all three couch cushions are kicked out so Mark can squeeze onto the couch behind you. You're warm, content, and very tired now watching whatever movie played on TV, Mark pressed to your back and holding you close. Still both in jeans and not in comfortable clothes, you're comfy how you are. And scared if you move, it'll break the peaceful atmosphere.

"I hope you know I'm not dealing with your hangover." Mark whispers, patting your hip. You giggle and turn in his arms, face shoved to his chest. Unashamed you take in the scent of his cologne, listening to the rumble of his chuckle. "Alright Tipsy, go to sleep." He says, and your mind shuts off almost immediately. Tomorrow was gonna be one hell of a day full of headache and nausea but Mark was gonna help you, even though he said he wouldn't. He's got a little bit of a soft spot for you.

"At least I beat Ethan. Momma ain't raise no quitter." You slur, having to have the last word.

[markiplier-bonjur]

When It All Falls Down

Summary: Everybody says high school is the worst four years of your life. No one said it carried on through college.

Pairing: Platonic!Teamiplier x Sister!Reader

Request: “Can I request a teamiplier x reader who is being bullied by a couple of class mates and the team come to comfort her while Tyler and Mark go confront the bullies, and just a whole bunch of fluff and angst” @mettatonlover858

A/N: I fell in love with this request so fast, oh my gosh! I actually wrote it with the reader being Mark’s younger sibling who is living with him and the team! I didn’t get to the confronting part, but i hope you still like it! But if you or anyone you know is being bullied, no matter how old they are, tell someone. I cannot urge you more than I am right now to speak up. You could save someone's life.

Warnings: angst, fluff, bullying, slight swearing, anxiety attack

Your motions were frantic as you scurried about the house. You kept cursing yourself for being too loud, especially since it was almost 5:30 in the morning. Opting to skip breakfast, you sling your backpack over your shoulder, scribbling a note:

“Had to leave early. Chica’s been fed. Let her outside.”

You stick it to the coffee pot. A head rubs your leg and you look down to see Chica. You smile. “Yes, I love you.” You give her a quick pet on the head and slip out the door. You didn't want to go to school. Not one bit. Mark always urged you to finish your education, but it was growing harder and harder everyday.

You were under the impression that people grew up after high school; went off to live their happy little lives; but apparently, some of your classmates didn't get the memo. They were like the four horseman of the goddamn apocalypse, sent to destroy your world. And the sad part was that they were succeeding.

Your anxiety was through the roof 24/7. Every thought you had was double and triple checked, and even then, you never spoke up. It didn't matter who you were with either.

You didn't say anything to anyone at home though. At this point, you didn't feel you were worth it. They were all leading their lives with excitement in their eyes and you were just trying to stay above water. There was no point in letting someone else drown because you couldn't hold your own.

You round the corner. It was like walking into hell with gates wide open, not inviting you in, but not keeping you there either. Any person in their right mind would probably turn and run, but more than anything - more than wasting years of education, or facing four people who treated you like trash - you feared letting Mark down.

You were the baby of the family and Mark was your number one fan. He never gave up on you. Always said you were his inspiration for everything he’s worked for. But you just didn't see it. All you saw was the things you weren't.

“The Greeks believed Aphrodite, the goddess of love, was responsible for these events, which of course, wasn't true, but rather the because of the-”

“I bet she’s sleeping with Professor Bennet just to pass.” 

Don't turn around. Just keep writing.

“No wonder she’s always here so early!”

I’m okay. I’m okay.

“Excuse me, have you seen her? Talk about disgusting.”

I’m not disgusting, am I?

“I feel bad for the Fishbach family tree. Its gonna wither and die where she stands.”

Maybe I will be alone forever.

“But her brothers are totally opposite of her.”

I’m not like Tom or Mark, am I?

“Well duh, people actually like them.”

I’m nobody.

“How disappointing she must be.”

You stand up, the motion shoving the chair backwards. You leave your books where they lie as you run out, desperately trying to wipe away the tears. The lecture marches on, even the door thunks closed behind you.

You didn’t stop for anything as you ran home. You didn't care about the burn in your calves or the drumming of your heart against you skull. Only when you reached the door did you hesitate.

What if you were a disappointment? Would someone tell you? Or would they lie?

Those fears are shoved into the spotlight as the door swings open. Tyler is shouting something over his shoulder, his smile falling when he sees you on the front stoop.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He drops Chica’s leash and pulls you inside. The playful pup nuzzles her head into your hand, perfectly content with it simply resting there. Your eyes sting as more tears make their way down your cheeks. Chica trots off into the living room.

“Y/N,” Tyler says gently, “you gotta’ talk to me. Please?” His eyes are searching yours, desperately searching for an answer.

“If you’re gonna talk the dog for a walk, that means you gotta take her-” Ethan says sarcastically; his sentence dies away upon seeing you “-with you.”

You remind yourself to breathe, but the sudden rush of oxygen makes your head spin. Tyler takes hold of your hands as they begin to shake. “Go get Mark,” he mumbles. Your windpipe seems to shrink, your breathing now short and choppy. Your knees threaten to give out. “Okay, I’m right here. We’re gonna sit down now, okay?”

You don't answer. The brunette stays eye level with you as he guides you to the floor. It was like you were staring straight through him. Everything around you seems to blur together into one movement. All of your thoughts running amongst each other, cascading into this detached emptiness swallowing you whole. There were voices, and there was silence; each one in the same. Some words ringing louder than the others.

“Y/N?”

“Okay?”

“Found her...”

“Yes...”

“Please...”

Small things came back to you. Your fingers twitched at the feeling of Chica’s fur. Pressure on your arms, nothing more than a silent, “I’m right here.” And after what felt like forever, you could see Mark kneeling in front of you. Tears threatened to spill if he so much as blinked.

“You gotta talk to me,” he whispers, his voice cracking, “please?” He brushes your hair away from your face, watching his hands as he goes.

“'m sorry,” you choke out.

Mark’s eyes snap to yours. “No, no, no. Don't be sorry, smalls.” He cradles your head in his hands. “You have done nothing wrong, okay?”

“But I haven't done anything right either,” you murmur. Your voice had no strength to it, only defeat.

“What?”

“I try s-so hard, Mark, I do. B-but I can’t seem t-to get it ri-right. I’m just a dis- a disappointment.”

Mark was crying now. “Don't you dare say that, you hear me?” He wasn't angry. He was scared. “I am never-” voice crack “-going to think of you as a disappointment. Ever.” His grip loosens. “Why would you think that?”

You give a sad smile. “After hear- hearing th-things for so l-long, you s-start to- to believe them.”

He lets head drop, pulling you against him into a hug. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing. And you stay like that; holding each other as if the other will disappear. “W-when you were born,” he mumbles, pulling away, “I promised you that I’d be the best big brother.” He takes a shaky breath. “I promised I was gonna take care of you, no matter what.”

“Mark-”

“I promised you, Y/N. And if some son of a bitch thinks they are gonna hurt you, or make you think you are a disappointment, I will do everything to show you that they are wrong.”

You smile for the first time that day, and wrap your arms around Mark’s neck, anchoring yourself in him. He sits back on his heels, holding you tightly.

“Thank you for keeping your promise,” you whisper.

He holds on tighter, pressing a kiss against your head. “Please don't scare me like that again.” He pulls away enough to hold your head in his hands again. “If you ever feel like that - even for an instant - you tell me. Or Tyler or Ethan or Amy or Kathryn. Just please,” his voice drops to a whisper, “say you’ll tell someone.”

You smile weakly. “I promise.”

[septiplier-writer]

Midterms ~ Markiplier & Sister!Reader

A/N: Since I’m officially brain dead from midterms that I took today, I decided to give this to you guys. This officially starts me writing Sister!Reader fics so please don’t judge me too hard, I’m new at this. But please send me an ask or request for feedback and if you want me to write something for ya!

You were sitting on the floor at the coffee table, chapters and chapters of study guides and many textbooks were scattered around you and your laptop that was sat in front of you, you sighed heavily as you chewed on your bottom lip trying to make sure you were prepared enough for these tests. In your mind, you weren’t.

“You okay, Bug?” You heard your old brother call from the kitchen, shouldn’t he be recording? You thought.

“Um, yeah fine..” You reply, writing another note down in your notebook.

“You sound stressed,” Mark commented, coming into the living room, setting a warm mug of hot chocolate down as he moved some of your work to make sure he wouldn’t make a ring in one of the papers.

“Stressed is an understatement.” You muttered, leaning your head back against the couch. 

Mark grinned at you, as he plopped down on the couch, Chicka following behind him resting her head on your shoulder.

“Hi, Chicka Che.” You mused, kissing her muzzle.

Mark leaned over you, grabbing one of your textbooks, “Intro to Criminology..?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

“The study of the theories around criminology and the study of criminals.” You mused, before snapping your head around to look at him, realizing he just quizzed you without you even realizing it, as you snapped your head to look at him, your neck gave a nice pop.

“That sound like it felt nice,” He grinned, marking the page in the textbook and setting it down, back in its place, “How about a break?” 

“too much to study.” You sighed, running your hand through your hair, and then tossing it up in a messy bun.

It was mostly your mom’s idea for you to come out to LA and go to college, but in your mind, it was your mom’s way of making sure you wouldn’t get murdered or killed at another school across the country, plus you got a scholarship for Criminology and Criminal Justice and you wanted to be closer to Mark anyway.

“Y/N, you’ve been studying since I started recording this morning.” He reminded you, grabbing a stapled together study guide, flipping through it, he might not know what the theories of criminology were but he would be lying if he didn’t say he was interested in what you were studying.

“I have four classes, Markimoo.” You smirked at the nickname, not looking up from your laptop, grabbing and sipping the hot chocolate, gently, “Mmh, mom’s recipe.” 

“Of course,” He grinned, “and just because you have four classes, does not mean you have to study for them, like this.” He mused.

“I don’t want to be a failure.” You sighed.

“Excuse me?” He raised his voice a bit, along with his eyebrows, his eyes off of the study guides and now firmly on you.

You sighed, “Mark, I’m barely managing to carry and C in all the classes I’m taking and me failing these midterms will cause my grades to shoot down.” 

Mark sat up, dropping the study guide and grabbing you under the arms and easily picking you up, setting you next to him. Damn his muscles and strength. 

“You listen to me, you are not a failure, if anyone is a failure it’s me.” He went to go on but you cut him off.

“You are famous-”

“That doesn’t matter, I dropped out of college, I gave up, you are not giving up, you are trying, Y/N.” He mused, moving the bangs from your face, tucking them behind your ear.

“I just don’t want to disappoint mom..” You mused, looking down, and back to your study guide.

He took it from you quickly, setting it back down on the coffee table, “We aren’t done here,” He muttered, “If you could hear mom on the phone everytime I talk to her.” 

He slipped his finger under your chin, making you look at him, “Oh! I’m so proud of Y/N, I’ve been checking her grades and her work is so good, she’s going to go places, Mark!” He exclaimed, horribly emanating your mother's voice, making you grin and laugh a bit.

 He smiled back you, “Making a C in college is normal, it means you are meeting the standards of college, no one expects you to be perfect, Y/N, no one.” He mused, letting go of your chin.

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You mused, shaking your head gently, looking back at the work you had to get done.

“Let’s put all of this away, midterms are not everything right now, you got two more weeks to study.” He said, “Let’s clean up, I’ll make some more hot chocolate and we will order take out and we can watch a movie, deal?” 

You roll your eyes at him, “Always trying to make me forget I have work to do,” You sighed, sarcastically, “Fine. Deal.”

[haabooski-blog]

Cute dogs and cute boys

Hi all! Welcome to my first fic! I hope its okay :) 

Plot: Y/N is finally going to meet their older brother’s friends, but she keeps getting sidetracked - first by a missing Tyler, then by a really cute dog, then by an even cuter boy...

Warnings: Some swearing, and an overenthusiastic doggo :)

Word count: 1315

Pairings: Ethan/Reader, Tyler/Sister!Reader

‘Oh shit.’

Typical. Just typical. You finally meet up with your brother Tyler, and plans to meet his friends are finally going as organised, and you’ve bloody lost him. In the middle of the damn street.

You stand on your toes, peering around absorbed shoppers and buskers in the hopes of catching a glance of your ridiculously tall, curly-haired, beanie-wearing brother, but he’s nowhere in sight.

You pull out your phone to see if he’s texted you, but the only notification is from the Facebook group chat you have with him and his friends. One of them, Mark, texted, ‘be there in 5’.

You shoot Tyler a text. ‘Ummm, where’d u go??’ He calls back almost immediately, startling you so much you almost drop your phone. ‘Hey, Giant, where’d you disappear to?’

‘Hey, I turned around and you were gone,’ he chuckles. ‘I bumped into Ma-’

‘Oh. My. God.’

‘What? What? Y/N, are you okay?’

‘What? Oh yeah I’ve just seen a dog.’

You cross the road to say hello to the golden retriever tied outside the post office, smiling at your brother’s laughter.

‘Of course you did.’

‘Hey, little buddy.’ You get on your knees and hold out the hand that isn’t holding the phone. ‘It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.’ But there’s really no need to be so gentle. As soon as the little guy sees that someone wants to say hello, he bounds over and throws himself on your lap, knocking you sideways. ‘Woah!’ Your phone gets knocked out of your hand and it skids across the ground, bumping into someone’s foot. They bend to pick it up.

‘Oh, sorry!’ You struggle to sit back up, but it’s difficult when there’s an over enthusiastic retriever sitting on you.

‘You alright there?’ Someone laughs. It’s the person who picked up your phone. The two of you combined manage to shift the dog off you. It takes some convincing, but he finally sits down beside you, and you’re finally able to look at the boy who is now handing your phone back to you.

Well, damn. There’s no way around it, he’s cute. His hair is a vibrant blue that beautifully compliments his blue eyes. His smile is the kindest and gentlest you’ve ever seen and for a moment, you’re struck dumb by the butterflies in your stomach. Trying to smile back without showing too many teeth, or looking like an idiot, you take your phone, which he’s holding out to you.

‘One sec,’ you say, before putting your phone up to your ear and cursing to yourself silently. Why the hell would he care? He’s got things to do! He’s got places to be!

‘T?’

‘Y/N, what the hell?’

‘Sorry sorry! The dog knocked my phone out of my hands. He’s really cute, his name is-’

You reach out for the tag on the dog’s collar but he keeps moving. The blue haired boy, now grinning, wraps his arms around the retriever to hold it still. You mouth a ‘thank you’ as you finally grab the tag and declare ‘His name is Orion! Oh that’s lovely. Give me two seconds.’

You put your phone on your lap and look at the cute boy, who’s stayed to pat the dog. ‘Thanks for giving my phone back,’ you smile. He grins back. ‘Anytime.’

At the same time, you both jump at the sound of a buzz. ‘Oh, that’s me,’ the boy says, pulling his phone out of his pocket. ‘Yeah?...Yeah I’m just across the street...Yeah I’ll be there in a sec.’

He hangs up and gets to his feet, smiling shyly. ‘Gotta go. See ya!’

Before you can say anything else, he’s jogged across the road and is gone. I’ll probably never see him again, you sigh, before putting your phone back to your ear.

‘Tyler?’

‘Would you stop this?’ He’s trying to sound angry, but you can hear the amusement in his voice. You decide to play along as you scan the shops for the cafe you and Tyler were going to meet his friends in. ‘Stop what?’

He groans. ‘Everything! Get over here - and you know what? Have some of your own medicine!’

‘What do you mean by that?’ You’ve spotted the cafe on the other ride of the road and begin to cross towards it.

‘Tyler?’

Nothing.

‘Tyler?’

Oh. Right.

The cafe is a few doors down. As you head towards it, you hear a voice coming from your phone - one that isn’t Tyler’s.

‘Oh my god, guys. Guysguysguys. I just met the cutest girl holy shit. She had these big gorgeous eyes and amazing sunglasses and the cutest star wars T-shirt.’

Confused, you come to a halt. You self-consciously adjust your sunglasses and glance down at your Star Wars shirt. Was he talking about you?

Almost instantly, you dismiss the possibility and push open the door of the cafe, still listening intently. There were plenty of girls far cuter than you with sunglasses and Star Wars shirts.

‘What was her name?’ You hear another voice through the phone.

‘I don’t know?’

‘Did you get her number?’

‘No!’

‘Shit, dude! What will we do with you?’

There’s a dramatic groan as you once again peer around people in attempts to spot your brother. ‘She was so cuuuuuuute!’

Oh! There he is! In the corner. His phone is on the table in front of him.

‘And she loves dogs! We met because she was patting a dog just now and it knocked her over and-’

‘Wait.’ That was Tyler’s voice - you’re close enough now to hear it coming straight from him. The two of you are frozen. You clap a hand over your mouth. A waiter has just moved and now you can see that one of the men sitting with Tyler is none other than the cute blue-haired boy! He has his face buried in his hands.

‘Y/N was just...oh, hey!’ Tyler looks up and sees you. The two men with him follow suit. One, with dark hair, smiles and waves a hand. The other, the one with blue hair dramatically lets his hands drop onto the table before looking up at you. His face lights up, making your heart skip a beat.

‘Wait a second…’ he looks at Tyler’s phone on the table, then at the phone in your hand, then at Tyler, then at you, still with your hand clapped over your mouth.

‘Oh my god.’

Tyler and the man who you assume is Mark burst into laughter at the two of you, both with bewildered expressions and red cheeks.

‘Did you hear...all of that?’ Ethan mutters through his fingers.

You lower your phone, finally ending the call. ‘Um...yes?’

Tyler and Mark laugh uproariously, drawing glances from the other customers. Chewing on your lip and blushing furiously, you take a seat next to the blue-haired boy, who you now know must be Ethan.

‘Well,’ you whisper, ‘I guess it’s okay to do what I wish I’d done before.’

‘What do you wish you’d done before?’ Ethan asked, his face still covered by his hands.

‘Gotten your number.’

Ethan sits bolt upright and grins at you. ‘Really?’

You didn’t think it was possible, but you feel yourself turning even more red. You nod shyly at the table and slide your phone across to him.

Beaming, but still flushed, Ethan enters his number into your phone and slides it back.

‘You be good to her, Baby Boy Blue,’ your brother says, straightening his back and puffing out his chest to look as intimidating as possible.

Ethan shyly peeks at you out of the corner of his eyes. ‘I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.’

[joan-of-stars]

Imagine being Jack’s sister and secretly dating Mark

Requested by: anon

Mark pushed you by your shoulders into the wall, attacking your lips, letting his hands roam your body. You both giggled, but you shushed him. “Mark, what are you thinking? We’re going to get caught.”

“It’ll be fine, we won’t get caught.” He insisted. He crashed his lips roughly into yours. You tangled your hands in his hair, and relaxed into the kiss.

“Mark? Y/n?” Neither of you even heard the door open.

Mark pulled away quickly. He didn’t have any words other than “shit.”

You pushed him away. “Jack, I promise, this isn’t as bad as it looks-” He raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, yeah, it’s exactly as bad as it looks.”

If any of the guys or their girlfriends actually saw these things, I think I’d die of embarrassment holy fuck

[missnedge]

Miss and Edge's fandom list

Below is lists for Miss and Edge of series/chracters you can request fics, or headcanons for.

Miss

The Witcher (2019-2022-): Unfortunately I only know the show as of right now, hopeful to read or play a game in the near future. Character X Reader/OC or Character/Reader(oc)/Character. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer

Dandelion

Stranger Things (2016-2022-): Will only write the following character for smut, all of these can be Character(s) X Reader/OC or the Ship. All other characters for other formats. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Steve Harrington 

Billy Hargrove 

Eddie Munson 

Robin Buckley 

Steddie, Steddie X Reader

Harringrove, Harringrove X Reader

Mungrove, Mungrove X Reader

Ronance

Arcane (2021-): Character X Reader/OC, will consider certain ships. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Vi

Jinx

Caitlyn Kiramman

Viktor

Silco

Vander

A Court of Thorns and Roses+ : Character X Reader/OC, I will take considerations for other characters but it might be biased. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Cassian

Nesta 

Lucien

Feyre X Rhysand X Reader

Azriel X Rhysand’s Sister

Game of Thrones: Character X Reader/OC only, will not contribute to cannon incest. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Daenerys Targaryen

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Daario Naharis

Yara Greyjoy

Jaime Lannister

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

BBC Merlin (2008): Character X Reader/OC. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon

Gawain

Morgause

Guinevere

Morgana

X-men: Character X Reader/ OC. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons

First Class/Days of Future Past/Apocalypse:

Erik Lensherr/ Magneto

Raven/ Mystic 

Charles Xavier/ Professor X

Havok

Jean Grey

American Horror Story: Character X Reader/OC, Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Elizabeth Johnson

Rudolph Valentino

Natacha Rambova

Donovan

AU’s: Ghostface, Zombie, Apocalypse, Vampire, Camp

Miss will not: Write for or about children or Age Play characters that are not adults. Write or contribute to incest in fandom or canon. 

My promise as a writer I will continually edit my fiction to ensure all possible triggers and/or warnings are at the top of each post. I do believe that all characters I will write about or for, have an opportunity for growth or redemption. Otherwise I would not be comfortable writing about them. I think this is an amazing way for us as fans to be creative and as imaginative as possible. Therefore I will also aside from requests have OC, series and other blurbs or headcanons I’d like to post or accomplish. I can’t wait to read and hear feedback in a safe, habitable way in the near future. 

Masterlist

Edge

Transformers (clarify which version, like bayverse, prime, ect..)

Will only do character/reader (Cybertronian, human, or cyborg reader)

My Hero Academia 

Will do Character/reader, and open to certain ships

Undertale

Will do Character/reader, including AUs (Monster or human reader) (I will not do insest with any of the skelebros)

SCP/Cryptids

Only open to /readers

Creepypastas

Only open to /readers, unless its Character/reader/Character

Attack on Titan

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Detroit become human

Only open to Conor/reader (reader can be human, android, or a mix)

Stardew valley/Harvest moon

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Blue Exorcist

Will do Character/reader, only open to Rin/Ryuji/reader as a ship

Supernatural

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Noragami

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Soul Eater

Will do Character/reader, open to a few ships.

Star Trek (any series)

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Youtubers-MCYT (Only their personas, for example, any of Markiplier's alter egos. I will also not do DSMP)

Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships

Edge’s rules

I will not write incest or NSFW senerioes about minors or minor/adult relationships. Depending on the scenario I might be open to aged up characters like in AUs, for example in MHA I've read plenty of Pro-hero AUs that eventually contain smut, I don't mind stuff like that.

I am very open to writing many different scenarios, AUs, Characters, ships, fluff/angst/smut, poly, threesome and beyond, you name it and I'll probably be down to write.

Both

Marvel

Harry Potter

Fullmetal Alchemist (any version)

Umbrella Academy

The Boys

The Walking Dead (show and telltale game)

^^^ These fandoms both of us will write for

We have the right to deny any request if we do not feel comfortable or if we do not think that we are capable of completing the request to our greatest ability.

[reidsaurora]

Build a blurb!! 💞🩺 + suggestive #13 (I can't remember the sentence off the top of my head 😭) OR the sentence about the boopable nose <3

Since I'm your sister, if you would make a special fandom exception and write my human!Rockafire AU or markiplier 🤲🏻 uh, if not, write it with my love, Garcia <3

hey, girly squirrely. been a while since i saw u in my inbox. welcome back <3

💞 - Friends to Lovers

🩺 - Sick Fic

[S] 13. "My shirt looks way better on you."

[F] 12. "Your nose is just so... boop-able."

"Big Heart" ~ P. Garcia

GIF by @captainchilly

Summary: In which a blue mug of tea and a boop on the nose leads to a bashful love confession and a big hearted girl accepting it.

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x GN!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1,016

Content Warning: mentions of vomiting, mentions of food, one use of "God"

Genre: Friends to Lovers, sick fic, lots of Fluff

Extra Notes: none that i can think of rn!

Originally Written: 06/07/2022

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"Thank you," I smiled up at Penelope, who was standing in the doorway.

"For what?" she asked, turning back to face me.

"For taking care of me."

"Of course. After all, it was my chicken that caused your food poisoning," she said, blushing at the end of her statement. "I guess I've just been a vegetarian for so long, I forgot how to cook it."

I gave her another small smile as she walked back towards the couch I lay on.

"Can I get you anything else? I heard mint tea is a good remedy for food poisoning."

"That would be nice."

And with that, she scurried off toward the kitchen, but not before commenting, "Hey, by the way, that shirt looks way better on you than it ever did on me."

I attempted to hide my blush as I remembered which shirt I was wearing.

I'd accidentally throw up on the shirt I was wearing the night before when I'd joined Penelope for dinner and a movie marathon. She'd lended me an old CalTech shirt she had from her college days. At first I'd felt guilty for borrowing it, since I assumed it was special to her, but when she noticed I'd thrown up, Penelope practically gave the shirt to me.

Penelope quickly scurried out of the room, presumably to make the tea, leaving me to my thoughts and the television in front of me.

My thoughts seemed to outweigh the TV, my mind drifting off into thoughts about Penelope. I began thinking of all she'd done for me, like virtually teleporting to the store to pick up Gatorade and saltine crackers to letting me sleep over on her couch.

I couldn't lie, I'd always had this voice in my head telling me that I was falling for Penelope, but after that night—seeing how she cared for me—it was practically screaming, "You're not even falling anymore. You're plummeting for her."

When I noticed her walking back into the room, I tried to clear my head, at least long enough to thank her for the tea.

"Here you go," she smiled, handing me a bright blue mug filled to the brim with tea.

"Thank you," I managed, attempting to sip away my internal reflections of the girl in front of me.

She sat down next to me as I sat up, staring at me for a moment.

"What?" I chuckled as I placed the mug on the coffee table.

"Nothing. Just taking in my best friend as much as I can before I have to leave for work," she grinned.

I gave her a smile as best I could, my thoughts beginning to cloud my mind again. "Just tell her you love her." "I can't, she's my best friend." It was like a psychological war zone as I attempted to sift through my thoughts.

And then, just when I thought I'd made my selection, she did it.

"Boop," she giggled, tapping me on the end of the nose.

I blinked in confusion a couple times, not because of what she'd done, but because of what had just happened in my mind.

"Sorry," she apologized, looking down and fidgeting with her fingers. She looked back up after a moment, her cheeks flushing crimson as she said, "Your nose just looked so boop-able."

"Penelope," I started, my stomach churning at the thought of what I was about to say. Between the food poisoning and the anxiety in my stomach, I was surprised I was able to keep everything down.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again. "I just thought it would cheer you up since you seemed sad when I first walked in here. And now I'm rambling and-"

I cut her off with a long kiss, secretly praying my breath wasn't as bad as I assumed it was. She tasted like strawberries, presumably from the lip balm she was always using. I noticed she smelled like mint, which I assumed was from how strong the kitchen smelled of peppermint after she'd prepared my tea.

My cheeks flushed as I pulled away, immediately feeling guilty for cutting her off. "I'm sorry," I sighed, stopping myself from saying anything else.

She lifted my head by putting a finger under my chin, leaving a delicate kiss on my cheek. "I was wondering when you were gonna do that."

"You knew?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing.

"Yeah. Everyone I meet falls in love with me at some point or another. It was bound to happen eventually," she joked before lightly punching my arm.

I chuckled, both at her statement and my behavior. "I was wondering when I was gonna do that too, honestly," I laughed.

"Well, the good thing is, now that you've done it the first time, you don't have to worry about the nervousness of doing it again," she told me. This woman and her optimism…

I looked back up at her, glancing between her eyes and her lips. Not in an "I want you" kind of way, more of an "I can't believe this is happening" way.

She nodded, leaning in and kissing me this time. I was thankful that food poisoning wasn't contagious, because I wasn't sure I could stop myself from kissing her that morning.

After a moment, she broke away, a panicked look spreading across her face. "I'm gonna be late, but God only knows how much I wanna stay."

"Go," I urged, "Your team needs you."

She gave me one more quick kiss before hopping up. "I'll be back after lunch. I'm gonna request a half day."

"Pen, it's just food poisoning. I'm not dying."

"I don't care," she insisted. "I'll be back in a little while," she said, rushing off toward the front door.

"Hey, Penelope," I stopped her.

"Yeah?" she turned back for a second.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For taking care of me. And for accepting my love for you."

She gave me a kind half-smile, like she was looking for a reason to linger behind in the doorway. "Well, there's no one else I'd rather share this big heart with than you."

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OK, hi, bestie!! I have a couple things to tell you.

(1) I hope hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. It's definitely one of my fav things I've written recently.

(2) I am so sorry this took so long!! My brain was fried from the first few rounds of build-a-blurb + all the other requests I was working on at the time that this sort of became a back burner wip and I apologize for that. I know I told you this in person but I wanna reiterate just so you know <3

(3) I will most likely end up making you another imagine since Pen was your last choice. I wrote the Penelope one since my blog revolves around CM, but I'd be happy to write you one for one of your other choices if you wanna send me more some info. I probably won't post it here since those things aren't related to my blog but I will gladly write you one for your desired character.

anyway, i think that's everything! i hope u like it!

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Long past dawn (Yancy x reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

COD

DOMESTIC FLUFF (König, Ghost, & Soap): comforting a reader who's on their period.

SMII7Y

SMII7Y WARZONE HEADCANONS

DC COMICS

JUMP BABY(Jason Todd) hardcore smut --- it a rather compromising position when you're tied to a chair and getting saved by your ex.

MCU (MARKIPLIER'S CINEMATIC UNIVERSE)

SPACE AWAY (Wilford) angst/fluff ---Wilford has been having flashbacks for a while now, they just don't seem to be letting up.

FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION (noir mark) fluff --- Some playful banter with noir

YOUSE IS LIKE FAMILY (Yancy) hurt/comfort? --- Yancy protects you from a prison riot

CLICHÉ(noir mark) angst --- Noir makes a mistake and instead of letting you go he manipulates you into staying with him

TIRED OF THE GAMES (dark) hurt/comfort --- Taking event during ISWM, you find yourself 'saved' by Damien, but after what he did to your and your resentment towards him, you find yourself angry.

STOMACH BUGS SUCK (Wilford) fluff --- The readers is sick but Wilford is there to take care of them

JUMP IN AGAIN? (actor mark) --- After watching Mark die repeatedly, you feel he's payed his dues and forgive him for his mistakes.

IPLIER HOUSE 1 --- Head cannons of our favorite Ego's in one big house.

YOU CAN'T JUST IGNORE IT (engineer mark) angst/comfort --- The reader is triggered by and argument between Mark and Celci, not to worry. Mark is to the rescue.

CLEAR (engineer mark) hurt/comfort --- Life and it's issues caught up to you sooner than you thought, at this point it really felt like you and mark again the world

IPLIER HOUSE 2 --- Head cannons of our favorite Ego's in one big house

CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE? (Illinois) flirty --- llinois finds out the hard way that not everyone is willing to put up with him provoking feelings then leaving.

IPLIER HOUSE 3 --- Head cannons of our favorite Ego's in one big house

IPLIER HOUSE 4 (Markiplier) --- head cannons of our favorite Ego's in one big house

LET ME HAVE REDEMPTION (actor mark) angst --- What did you ever do to deserve this violent treatment from mark? His violent outbursts we're never so bad, what made this one so different? Why did he change his mind?

HE'S ALIVE (Illinois)hurt/comfort --- The reader has a nightmare about their partner, Illinois. They often find themselves facing danger but what he finds this time is a crying mess.

DANCE WITH ME (Yancy) angst --- A fight with Yancy turns into a strange drunken encounter.

OFFICE HOURS (Dark) fluff --- After living at the manor for so long, the Ego's are very fond of your presence, In fact, if you were to leave it probably would be a bad idea. Luckily, Dark has something in mind that might make you stay.

WHAT A SURPRISE (Illinois) angst/light smut --- you're an urban explorer much like Illinois. Funny as this is, you and him used to be colleagues. At least, until you split ways. Now you're stuck with him until you can escape.

ANNIVERSARY FOR DEATH (Host & Damien) hurt/comfort --- while visiting an old friend you realize that today is you sister's birthday, thing is, she passed away a few years ago and this year it hits you hard. But Damien is here to comfort you.

While at home cleaning the kitchen your phone buzzes with a reminder of your father's recent passing. Unexpected, you break down into tears. Host appears to help you.

INFECTIOUS (Head Engineer Mark) angst --- A mysterious sickness takes you in a hold with no way to cure it. Stubborn and determined, you push forward at your own peril.

SUPERNATURAL

A Tease (Sam Winchester)

The Clueless Angel (Castiel)

Tell me, What's on your mind? (Castiel)

In my dreams (Castiel)

There's a First For Everything (Castiel)

Human emotions are complicated (Castiel)

Pie lovin' Wednesdays (dean)

LUPIN THE THIRD

Headcanons of the gang helping an s/o with a crooked back.

The gang's S/o kissing then unexpectedly

The Gift of Giving - Goemon x reader

The Gang Reacting Too S/O's Toxic Family Member Coming Back

Under the mistletoe with the gang

Christmas headcanons with Jigen!

S/O Decorating cookies for the gang

Opening presents with their S/O and what they would get them

First kiss headcanons for the gang

Slow dancing || Lupin x reader

New years headcanons with the gang

S/O getting their nose pierced and it bleeding

4 year gap (Jigen x reader)

Toxic Family Member Coming Back Pt.2

Lupin gang with an s/o who's ace

Respectful space (jigen headcanons)

A dark academic fantasy (Jigen x reader)

Dates with the gang (Lupin the third headcanons)

Lupin gang reacting to their S/o being sick

Someone else flirting with their S/O (Lupin the third headcanons)

Jigen, Goemon, and Genos reacting to an s/o who randomly changes stuff about themselves

Genos, Jigen, & Goemon with an s/o w/ an protective cat

Jigen reacting to his s/o getting a non-fatal wound

S/O who makes strange noises (feat. Lupin, Goemon, & Jigen)

Everyone makes mistakes (Jigen)

Long time Blues (Jigen)

Heist gone wrong (Goemon)

Your emotions are vulnerable at night (lupin)

Deceived (lupin)

A Stubborn Samurai (Goemon)

Parents to be (Jigen)

Goemon w/Celtic S/O

A breather (Jigen)

A Train Wreck (Goemon)

The Oblivious Kind of Stupid (Goemon)

Short S/o getting angry over getting teased about their height

Late night dancing (Goemon)

Playful antics (Jigen)

Musical wonder (the whole gang)

How drunken nights end (Fujiko smut)

S/o kidnapped as bait

Reap what you sow (Jigen)

Lupin gang with an s/o who has vertigo

Lupin and Jigen reacting to smaller s/o tugging them down by their tie

Nsfw headcanons w/Lupin gang

Trusting a traitor (lupin)

Run your fingers through my hair (Goemon)

Baby's first kill (Goemon)

Sweet intoxication (Goemon)

COWBOY BEBOP

Bebop crew x crush!reader that has a mysterious sickness

MEGALO BOX

So Late - gearless Joe x reader

How Joe acts around a crush

Romantic headcanons (megalobox Joe)

ONE PUNCH MAN

Dating Genos Headcannons

S/O getting their nose pierced and it bleeding

Saitama with a doctor s/o

Jigen, Goemon, and Genos reacting to an s/o who randomly changes stuff about themselves

Genos, Jigen, & Goemon with an s/o w/ an protective cat

Saitama with a quiet but affectionate S/O

How genos flirts with his S/O

Dinner Date Night (Genos)

Technical difficulties with love (Genos)

Tiresome (Genos)

Fnaf

Sun & moon x male reader (FNAF)

Childish Funtime Freddy

Howl's moving castle

Rest (howl)

To play in a field of flowers (howl)