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drunkonaheistinspace · 6 months

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three almost kisses and the one time nothing could interrupt

originally published: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, first kiss, slight angst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One kiss and there will be no turning back.

A kiss to seal the deal.

A kiss to become his holy grail.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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itsyourimaginaryworld · 1 year

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Miss Impatient | Illinois x Fem!Reader

Ship: Illinois x Fem!Reader Requested by: @nickaroo Warnings: near-death experience Notes: Super late fic, hope you enjoy nonetheless! x Words: 705

You weren’t sure how you had ended up saying yes to Illinois taking you with him, a man you’d only met a few weeks ago, but ever since, you had been going on adventure after adventure, without regret. None of your days were boring ever again and the friendship between you was like a passionately burning fire. Today was special, as he said he’d take you to Kitten Heaven, the best place you were ever going to see.

“Are we there yet?” you asked. Not that you were typically one to complain, but even the death traps you and Illinois faced on a daily basis couldn’t scare you out of rushing your way through the tombs as much as you could.

“Little miss impatient today, are we?” he replied, walking behind you in a more calm manner.

You dodged an arrow coming out of a dispenser, light on your feet as ever, and narrowly avoided stepping on another pressure plate. Illinois looked over with a bit of concern, but also knew how good you had become at avoiding the traps, so he didn’t say anything.

“We’re going to Kitten Heaven and you expect me to be patient?” you said, a hint of defense in your voice as you hopped over a tripwire.

Illinois didn’t say anything, as he was distracted by something else. He reached into an old dusty chest with spiderwebs all over it. Looting was a fun part of every adventure, but even now you purposely ignored whatever was lying around. That is until Illinois pulled out a necklace made out entirely of bright, sparkly crystals, it being so pretty looking that it would be inhuman to not be entirely captivated by it.

Ooh, shiny! Excited, you hurried back over to him but felt your heart sink when your ankles touched the familiar tripwire you had avoided before.

Click.

Illinois saw it first — his familiarity with the layout of tombs and the way the sound cues echoed around helped him realize. Two trapdoors opened in the ceiling above you and Illinois leaped forward, tackling you out of the way without thinking twice. Nearly half a second later, the sharpest-looking spikes you’d ever seen fell down and pierced themselves into the ground where you had been standing.

Illinois and you barely processed what happened, both looking back at the trap in horror, and then back at each other. You didn’t know whether you were gonna burst out laughing or crying from the adrenaline.

“You alright?” Illinois asked, still lying on top of you. He’d say it’s because he’s avoiding activating another trap, but really, he wasn’t ready to let you go yet, now finally having an excuse to be so close to you.

“Yeah...” You said, blinking slowly. “You saved me...”

“Oh, don’t worry, that’s just what I do.” He tried to sound casual but you could hear the smug undertone and tried to not roll your eyes and laugh like usual.

“I’ve got this all under control, sweetheart.”

You blushed hard at the nickname (some things you just don’t get used to) and tried to hide your look of disappointment when he got off of you, now feeling cold and less safe without him there.

He extended his hand to you to help you up, and you took it.

When you were both standing upright again he gently put the necklace around your neck.

“You’re gonna need a hero for the rest of your life if we’re gonna keep adventuring,” he said. You looked down, still blushing hard about what happened. But then he lifted up your chin with two fingers and forced you to look him in the eye. “I said I was married to the job when I met you, but honestly, I’ve loved you from the start. I can’t lose you...”

Your stomach filled with butterflies. There was no way... Was this actually happening? Did he like you back? Was all you had to do for a confession this entire time just “have a near-death experience?”

“You’re the lucky one who gets Illinois.”

You laughed, kissed him on the lips, and immediately looked away again, unable to say anything at all. He understood and pulled you closer than ever before.

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cleake · 2 years

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Giving flowers to the egos

Engineer:

-He’s very surprised, he hasn’t seen flowers in very long time, he forgot how pretty they are, how they smell

-Is so happy you gave them to him, he sees this as a very meaningful gift

-“Captain, look how pretty they are! You have a good taste, Captain”

-He keeps them in his locker, and is very gentle with them, they mean a lot to him

-He waters them regularly, even if something important is going on, they have to be watered

-He likes to look at them, it calms him and makes him think of you, and how lovely you are

-When he’s sad or stressed he smells them, he loves their sent

-If you are in a bad mood he’ll bring the flowers with him and sit with you, offer you to take the flowers

-“They are so full of hope, it’s nice to stop for a moment and just appreciate our existence”

-If they die Mark will be so heartbroken, he’ll come to you and show them, with a sadness within him

-“I tried my best, I thought I did everything right. Why they had to die? I’m so sorry Captain”

-If he himself ever gets a chance to get flowers he’ll give them to you, he wants to do something for you too

Yancy:

-He too didn’t see flowers in a while, he always associated them with goodness and he isn’t like that, why did you gave them to him?

-He’s so confused he doesn’t really know what to do, he loves them, but thinks he doesn’t deserve them

-“Don’t people give flowers to each other as a reward? I don’t deserve them”

-Even thought he feels bad about getting them, especially from you, he keeps them in his cell, and keeps them alive

-When he feels lonely he looks at them, remembering you

-He shows them to his close friends, and tells them about you, can get a bit sentimental

-“They are so nice, look what they gave me, I can’t believe someone so good decided to give me them”

-He watches them a lot, he loves noticing the details on their petals

-If someone tries to touch them he’ll remind them that stealing is illegal

-“I don’t think youse’s know what this is! This is worth more than anything in this prison and it rightly belongs to me, so I ask you to keep youse’s handy hands off of them!”

-If they die Yancy will ask everyone for help, but gardeners don’t usually show up in prison

-He’ll write you a letter telling that your gift withered

-“I’m so sorry, I tried my best to take care of them, I hope youse’s are not angry”

-If he gets more flowers from you, he’ll watch them at all times, they mean more than they look

Dark:

-He hasn’t gotten a gift in a long time and didn’t see flowers much

-He is flattered that you gifted them to him, but at the same time doesn’t think of it as something big, humans give each other flowers all the time

-But as time passes he starts to think of them more as a sign of how much he means to you and it confuses him, he doesn’t think he means something

-But accepts that you think of him as something more, and something important

-He watches them a lot, he sees you in them

-They are new and bit unusual to him, but they give him a warm feeling

-He waters them regularly, knows how much water they need and puts them in sunny place

-He sometimes talks to them, about his day, thoughts and feelings, he feels less alone with them

-He tells them things that he wishes to tell you

-“Something so small and seemingly so unnecessary is so important to me, so calming and beautiful”

-He doesn’t let them die, and never will, they are his to hold and nothing will make him not to

-He is surprised that he attached himself so much to them, he never did to other things, why they were so special? Because they are from you?

Actor:

-He gets a lot of flowers, and buys for himself

-He likes them, he thinks they are a great decoration

-Flowers from you made him believe that they can also be a great calming factor, and something more personal

-At first they are indifferent to him, just some leafs to put on his desk, but after some time he gets more in sync with them, he noticed how he feels a bit different when looking at flowers from you

-They made him focus more on themselves, and he kinda got obsessed with them

-Every morning he checks if they are watered correctly, the butler could’ve made some mistake, makes sure that there is no dust on them, and that they get sun

-He talks to them, strokes their petals gently and thinks of you a lot

-“If I knew I would get so attached to a plant I wouldn’t accept it but here we are”

-He hides them from others, he doesn’t want anyone to destroy them

-They are always in his room, locked from others

-He takes good care of them and won’t let them die, they are too important

Illinois:

-He likes shiny things, but appreciates the simple ones too

-He’s close to nature, he likes to spend time in it

-Flowers from you are something important, it’s a thing that’s always with him, that it’s familiar and even though everything around him is changing he has something that always stays the same

-He is very fond of them, they mean a lot to him, and when he feels lonely he looks at them, and remembers you

-He is in a lot of danger on his adventures but as a professional he always comes out of it in one pice, and your gift does also

-He won’t let a single thing hurt the flowers, he keeps them in a safe place in his bag, and checks a lot if they didn’t got squished

-At night time he takes them out to look at them, sometimes he hymns to them, or talks

-He always has separate water for them, or will get it some way, they can’t die, they remind him of you and feels like you are with him

Damien:

-He appreciates flowers, and thinks they are very helpful for the nerves

-He keeps them on his desk, and when takes a break from work he looks at them to calm himself

-They are always in good condition, Damien is a good gardener and takes good care for them

-He doesn’t get to see others a lot because of his job, but your flowers keep him company, and he feels less alone

-He talks to them, sometimes reads his paper work

-When his sad he’ll look at your flowers, focusing his attention on them to stop worrying

-He loves how they smell, how they look, and feel, he can’t stop admiring them

-He feels like you’re with him trough the flowers and is in a good mood because of them

Wilford:

-He doesn’t really have time to take care of them, but always does his best to make sure they are watered

-He doesn’t really understand what is so special about flowers, but somehow the ones from you seem much more appealing them others

-He talks to them a lot, he tells them about his day, his feelings and memories

-He vents to them too, sometimes he feels like he can’t talk to anyone else than them, and they will only understand

-He treats them like human being, says good morning, goodnight, maybe he sees them as you too much

-He realizes that he pretends the flowers are you, and sees how much he’s hiding from you

-He loves them, and his indifference about flowers changed a lot

-He does sometimes forget to water them, and is angry because of it, he can’t see them die, they’re too important

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 years

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Dust and Moonlight

MINORS DNI!! Perfect time to bring out this idea stuck in my notes for a year ;3 Directed at horny gang (but mostly @westanthewaterman and @sleeplessinspace ) and everyone that have joined the Illinois chaos (also funny sidenote; this was titled “revenge illy” for a bit ;3 )

Warnings/tags: handjob, fingering (reader receiving)

Wordcount: 2.1k+

By the time you and Illinois make it out of the caves, you’re sweaty and exhausted, covered in dust and just ready to set up your tents and sleep.

Or even, screw the tents, just sleeping right on the ground sounds tempting right about now. It’s a warm enough summer night to do so, you just might.

It’s dark out, but the moon lights up the surroundings well enough that you have no problem walking without any extra light.

You had both agreed to leave your stuff hidden away in some bushes next to the lake that the caves starts at, and not setting up anything in case someone else came.

You didn’t want to bring it into the caves while exploring, but at the same time you didn’t want it to be fully out and visible for anyone to see and steal.

Not that it was likely, since you were somewhere that could be the definition of bum fuck nowhere.

So as you walk over to the lake, you curse the fact that you will have to actually set up the tents before you can sleep, but you don’t want to do anything right now.

Kneeling down next to the lake, you scoop up some water to rinse at least some dust off your face.

You hear Illinois shuffle somewhere behind you, but you don’t pay it much mind until his steps goes past you. You look up, and is met with Illinois walking out into the lake, back turned to you.

His very bare back.

In fact, all of him is bare except his hat that is still on his head. You get a nice look at his naked ass before it disappears underneath the water.

You squeak and hide your face in your hands, hearing Illinois chuckle.

“Illinois!”

“What, the water is lovely. Nice temperature and easiest way to get all that dust off.” You look up and he has turned towards you.

The water comes up to just below his chest, but you can’t see much below that.

Not that you need to, what you can see is making your face feel warm enough. Illinois chuckles, surely noticing your gaze, but he doesn’t comment on that just yet.

“Come on, join me.” You’re tempted, for a few seconds you hesitate. “I promise the water is nice.”

“It’s not the water I’m worried about.”

“Aww, come one, I don’t bite.” Illinois winks, and you huff. It’s not him either, its honestly yourself. You have been able to control yourself and not fall for him, but being near a naked Illinois might be a bit too much.

But, you must admit, it would be nice with a swim.

So with a sigh you get up and start undressing, making Illinois grin smugly. You don’t comment on the fact the he watches you get undressed or that is sends heat traveling through you. But he comments on you leaving your underwear on.

“Aw shucks, not going to go skinny dipping with me?” You snort as you take your first few steps out into the water.

“Not everyone is an exhibitionist like you.”

“I am not, I just.... appreciate the natural beauty of our bodies.” You don’t answer that, but give him an unimpressed look as he winks again.

Bastard.

At least he hadn’t lied about the water. It feels nice, slightly cool against your heated skin, and you can almost feel the dust coming off you.

You keep a respectable distance between you the two of you as you lower yourself until only your head is above water. Closing your eyes, you can’t help the little content sigh that escapes you.

“See, told you.”

“Oh shut your trap.” Illinois just laughs, smug as always, and you find yourself smiling despite yourself.

Next there’s noise you can’t identify, and when you open your eyes you find Illinois’s hat floating on the surface alone.

You only manage to worry for a second before Illinois pops his head up right next to his hat, shaking his head to keep his hair out of his eyes and rid it of some water. The water runs down his chest, leaving only drops behind his tan chest.

He looks like one of those models from those shitty commercial that uses sex and hot people to sell less than subpar products.

Oh no.

Illinois catches you staring and this time he chooses to comment.

“Like what you see honey?” You look away, your face feeling like it’s on fire while you try not to put.

“No.” That’s perhaps the biggest lie you’ve ever told. You hear the water moving, a clear sign Illinois is not just standing still anymore, but you don’t look until there’s a hand on your jaw turning your head.

“Are you sure?” Illinois smile is soft, but also somehow smug. How he manages that you don’t know, but fuck him for it.

Or....

“I, ummm...” Illinois leans closer then, and you’re sure if you were the protagonist in a cheesy romance novel, you would faint right about now.

But you’re not, and you don’t, but you have to admit your knees do feel a little weaker.

“You know you can touch, and not just look if you like.” He takes on of your hand and places it on his chest. You have to resist the urge to just grab, instead you’re a little more refined, letting your fingers wander.

Illinois hums deep then, it’s almost a growl as your fingers brush against a nipple.

“There you go treasure.” You will deny to high heaven that you whine just then, but Illinois grins at you, looking for all intent and purposes like that cat that ate the canary.

His own hands come to rest as your waist, pulling you closer to him. You feel his hard cock rub against you, making your breath hitch as he also noses along your jaw.

“So pretty...” He places a kiss there, and now you grab the back of his head, knocking his hat off in the process, pulling him in harshly to so you can kiss him properly.

Lips against lips he makes a noise of surprise as you kiss him, but there is nothing slow with the way he returns the kiss. He only lets you have the upper hand for a few seconds, licking his way into your mouth with purpose.

You groan into the kiss as you feel his cock rub against the front of your underwear, you own arousal very much announcing its arrival deep in your guts.

Illinois breaks the kiss, but only so he can grab his hat from behind it, barely keeping it from sinking. As he goes to place it back on his own head, you tug at his hair.

“It will just be in the way.”

“Hm, I guess you got a point.” Seconds later the hat is placed on your head instead. It doesn’t quite fit right, but the smile that Illinois sends you makes you forget that instantly.

“Looking good honey.” Another wink, and he looks so handsome it should be stupid. A smug look on his face, water droplets covering his tan torso, the moonlight making him almost look eternal.

Fuck, you’re in bad, huh?

You pull him in for another kiss and he smiles into it, your tongue quickly coming out to meet his.

Your arousal soars as his hands move, one to grab at your ass, the other to rub against your underwear clad front. You whine into the kiss, moving against his hand.

The hand against your front is gone for the briefest of seconds before making it’s it way under your underwear, fingers dancing over your arousal. You whine, moving against his hand. Your hand in Illinois hair tugs his head back, making him break the kiss with a groan.

“Treasure...” His voice rumbles, and you keen against him, strangling your moan by biting his shoulder, hard. He grunts, but doesn’t stop moving his hand against you. “Fuck.” You soothe the bite mark now adoring his shoulder with your tongue.

He sounds so breathless, and the sound of it soars through your body. Now you’re the one that feels smug, making the normally so confident man sound like that.

And you haven’t even touched him yet.

But that changes as your hand moves between the two of you, coming to grasp his cock in your hands. Your fingers wrap around him, giving a light squeeze. He moans, and it sounds like the sweetest sound you have ever heard.

“Darlin’, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Only if you stop touching me.” He squeezes your ass then

“Didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

“Good.” You mutter against his neck. To be honest you have always wondered how his neck and shoulders would look with your bite-marks and hickeys on it, so you start on doing just that.

His neck is so open like this, your head in his hair keeping his head tilted back while your other hand works on his cock.

His hands working you over, one against in your underwear working over your arousal, while the other slides from your ass to rest one finger against your hole.

“Yessss.” You try to move down against his finger, but the angle isn’t the best.

But, taking advantage of the water around you, you jump up with no real effort, putting your legs around his waist.

You briefly have to let go if his cock to do so, but you don’t give him much of break, your hand is back in seconds.

“Ahhh, there you go honey.” You hum against his neck as one finger enters you, starting on another hickey, making your breaths hitch in unison.

You feel slightly weightless like this, the water holding some of your weight, but you still considered it a show of strength on both your parts that the only holding in place is your legs around Illinois waist and his hands against your arousal and hole.

The water laps at you both, but you hardly pay it any mind as your hand works over his cock with one hand, the other keeping his head tilted back for you so you can make marks along his neck and shoulders.

The quite night is filled with the sounds of your shared moans. Your hand against his cock and mouth against his skin, his hands against your arousal and your hole.

At one point Illinois hits that bundle of nerves inside of you, making you shake with your next moan. His own corresponding moan is more of a laugh, though it changes as you thumb the head of his cock.

“Illinois, Illy, fuck!” You’re getting so close, every movement of his hands against your front and hole sending you closer and closer to the edge.

Illinois seems to be in much the same state, chanting your name right back at you, hands speeding up, determined to not be the first to cum, or at least to not let you fall behind.

Through some luck and skilled work from his fingers, you come first.

You shake apart with his hands on you, biting down hard as you come, making Illinois groan and come too.

You both keep stroking against the other until you’re both almost too sensitive, making you both shiver. Not from how cold the night air or water surrounding you both are, both how the other makes pleasure shoot up your spine.

You move from having your mouth solely on Illinois skin to give him a proper kiss, lips against lips. He exhales into it, his hands on your thighs now. Keeping you in place, since you don’t think you have the strength

“Thought we got into this lake to get clean.” You mutter against Illinois’s lips. He chuckles, kissing your cheek.

“Something like that, yes. But I can help you scrub clean if you’d like.” You know that tone, the utter tease he is.

“Think I can manage, but don’t you dare let go of my legs just yet.” If you thought he looked smug before, it was nothing compared to now.

“That good huh?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Don’t need to, you do it well enough for me.” You hit his chest as he laughs. You choose not to comment on how good he looks covered in the bite marks and hickeys you made, you don’t want to blow up his ego too much.

Though that might be a lost cause, but still.

Fuck, he looks too good as he kisses you again and start wading towards the shoreline of the lake.

He doesn’t let go of your legs until you’re on solid ground again, and that is only after you insist you need to at least find your sleeping bags.

You end up sleeping under the stars that night, to tired and sated to put up the tents.

After that night however, you end up only ever using one.

#illinois #illinois x reader #illinois ahwm #illinois ahwm x reader #illinois fic #illinois fanfiction #reader insert #lemon #smut #illinois smut #markiplier egos fanfiction #targeted drabbles #my writing

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leighsartworks216 · 1 year

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Hyperfixations

Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Requested by Anon:

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

Requested by Anon:

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

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

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

Word Count: 620

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Youse wanna tell me about it?”

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

“Really?”

He hummed. “I’ll try to stay awake.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But-”

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

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

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

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

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Tag List:

@writeawaythepain

@hyperfixat

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

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softladyhours · 2 years

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the egos reactions to me giving them origami hearts

dark: *windows startup noise* 😳 darling 😳 a heart 😳

damien: 😳 … for me??? uwu??

actor: oh my DARLING 😍 *squeeze*

illinois: aww.. baby… this… babyyyy 🥺🥺

yancy: *smallest gasp ever* b a b y 🥲

engineer mark: aww honey 🥺🥺🥰 hey cELCIIII LOOK WHAT I GOTTT

god of night: *stares for 8 minutes* i would end the world for you

*pretends like I haven’t had this in my inbox for ages bc I’m literally so forgetful oml😅*

Dark would get so staticky about it!!!!!!!!! His brain would reboot completely and he’d be glitching ALL OVER the place, even tho it’s very obvious he’s trying (and failing) to play it cool!!!!!!!!!!

Damien would be similar to Dark, but instead of being borderline panicky about it, he’d go into babygirl mode and be absolutely breathless KSKKRKDKSK HE WOULD BLUSH SO BAD OK

Illi would be SPEECHLESS for sure just bc you’d be his first serious relationship in YEARS (possibly even ever) and he’s just never had anyone do anything so small and tender for him yknow? He’d immediately squish ur face in his hands and call you his treasure in between peppering ur face w kisses🥺🥺

YANCY MY DARLINGGG he would also shift into BABYGIRL MODEEEEE protect this man at all costs oml he is just so IN LOVE and when u give him an ORIGAMI HEART?????? THAT U MADE?????????? might pass out for a sec ngl (AND IF U GAVE IT TO HIM BEFORE YOU WERE IN A RELATIONSHIP??????? HED PROBABLY HYPERVENTILATE A BIT)

Engineer Mark would be ECSTATIC and definitely stimming a bit out of pure love and excitement🥰🥰 HE WOULD PIN IT TO HIS JUMPSUIT JUST SO HE CAN SHOW IT OFF LIKE A TROPHY and use it to brag about how amazing u are🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

God of night has literally been around for MILLENNIA and somehow has never even witnessed such a tender little act of love. Secretly, he’d be so confused about it at first just bc he’d be one that’s so used to huge, GRAND gestures of love. But when it sinks in??? He’d be OBSESSED w the things. He would, in fact, raze every countryside in a heartbeat for you KSJDKDKDKSJS

#HI HUSBAND SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I LITERALLY HAVE SO MANY OF UR AMAZING ASKS LIKE…. BACKLOGGED FOR A RAINY DAY😅😅#markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #darkiplier x reader #mayor damien x reader #illinois x reader #yancy x reader #engineer mark x reader #thanks for the ask!#RAT<3

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peachyloveswriting · 2 years

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And lastly for now, could I have prompt #s 30, 43, & 63 w/ Illinois? Thanks! ;w;

What a surprise (Illinois x reader)

Prompts:

#63 “You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

#43 “I’ll protect you, so don’t be afraid.”

#30 “Is this a date?”

Summary: 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.

Content: possessive Illinois, flirty doctor, fear, injury, slight angst in you squint, jealous Illinois, exploration gone wrong, post break up that wasn't actually a break up, hickeys, praise.

Taglist: @batty-the-red-koolaid-man @abbzzzzz @dragonangel201 @crustydustycowboi @crazy-obsessed-enby

As an explorer and a lover of the Winchester brothers, you travel to different states more often than not. As a kid you always proclaimed your love for debunking myths and exploring the wild, even if it was just a bush in the backyard. But being a kid, you didn't quite understand just what being an explorer meant. Late night, dangerous sights, near death experiences, and worst of all...exes. It's uncommon for most urban explorers to share a common interest with their lovers, so meeting Illinois out in the field worked wonders.

At first, it was just a partnership. Illinois would call if he thought he shouldn't go alone and vise versa. Eventually, it grew into something more. Every adventure he went on, you were by his side and he was with you every step of the way. Anything you did, you did it together. It would have only been a matter of time before someone caught feelings. You just so happened to be it. That was a mistake.

Illinois had been showing you that he cared, he was fully invested in your friendship and maybe even wanted more. Until one night, after another successful exploration you found yourself drinking with him late into the night. His flirty nature and inability to commit half the time caused some trouble. He started flirting with some girls and you got jealous. After confronting him he got mad at you for not saying anything to help him understand how you felt. After that, shit hit the fan. He left.

Ever since then you've 'hated' him. Though your heart will never admit to still having feelings. To only add insult to injury, there's an ancient temple in Illinois and you just so happened to run into the one and only explorer himself.

•••••••••••••••

"long time no see."

Looking up from your drink to see the tan-clad man, you groan. Illinois flashes you his signature smile; the one that screams mischief every time you see it, and pulls out the chair across from you. His eyes bore into yours as he settles into the seat. Leaning over, you scoop your bag into your hand and go to stand. His hand comes stretching across the table.

"Wait. Sit down, please." The once mischievous glare in his eyes is gone, filled with an empty guilt that begs for you to stay. "I just want to talk."

Your bag tells you to walk away but you're pulled back to him. With a sigh you pull the strap onto your shoulder. "Be quick."

Pulling his hand back he smiles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. "Thanks."

You nod curtly. Your stoic face making his smile falter as you look at him. His wall, the wall of confidence that he always puts up as a front shies away for what seems to be a second. He looks vulnerable, naked, under your gaze.

"There's an artifact here that I need to get." Dread swallows you whole as you lean back into your seat, the strap on your shoulder slipping from it's secured spot.

"The ancient temple..." His eyes meet yours, wide with surprise. "You're going there too?" He asks. You let the bag settle back on the floor as you lean forward with your arms resting on the table. "Yeah. I am." You admit.

His sullen face lights up, that confidence putting it's front back on in the form of shining eyes and a toothy smile. "That's perfect!" He announces, leaning closer to you.

"Turns out everyone that's gone in hasn't come back out, at least not alone. That's why I need your help." Suddenly his excitement fades. "Usually people go in as pairs, only one comes back alive and if only one of us is going to make it out..." He sighs, looking up at you with wide doe like eyes. "...I'd rather it be you."

A fire lights within your chest and your breath catches in your throat. "You-" In this moment you can feel your feelings for him stir, like and old dusty blanket from childhood it dusts itself off and presents itself to you once more. It's tempting warmth pulling you in. "We...you want me...no. No. I'm not- I can't go with you." You wave your hands at him dismissively. You can see a smug smirk tugs at his lips.

"You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I've ever seen." His voice is sultry and low as he smiles up at you, the brim of his hat giving him that mysterious appeal. Swallowing harshly you take a deep breath and tug at the collar of your shirt. "Illinois. We... I can't, do this. I won't do this with you. Not again."

His smile fades again as he leans back into his chair. "You can! I know that I fucked up something we could have had then, but now. It's not the same. I'm not the same..."--he looks up at you with begging eyes--"I'm sorry about what I did. I should have known not to do that. I just want to fix it. Let me fix this."

The sudden awareness of the eyes around the room makes you shudder with realization. For such a personal situation, you find yourself reaching for your bag. "Wait!"

Standing you grab Illinois' arm and drag him out the coffee shop. You don't stop pulling him until you reach your car. Once you reach it and let go of him, you turn around to face him. "Illi, believe me. I want nothing more than to be with you, I really do. But I can't trust someone who's proved me otherwise." You step away to reach for your car door. As you do, a hand grabbing your wrist pulls you back.

Illinois traps you between your car and his body. He's so close you can hear his uneven breathing as he looks down at you with tears in his eyes. "Please. Let me prove myself. I'll fix this, I'll prove to you that you can trust me just please." His Shakey voice drops to just above a whisper. "Come with me."

Taking a Shakey breath you look away from him and to the side. A person walks past to their car, their eyes locked on you in confusion and judgement. Turning back to Illinois you let out a sigh. "I'll go with you and you can prove yourself but only this once."

A smile pulls at his lips as he pulls you into a hug, his arms holding you close to him. "Thank you, thank you so much." Pulling back from the hug he pats your shoulder. "I'll see you tonight then?" He asks.

You nod. "At around six."

Stepping back he gives you a small wave. "I'll see you then." Turning he jogs off to his truck.

Reaching for the door handle you open it and settle inside, closing the door behind you. Beating wildly in your chest is your heart. Sinking into the seat you find yourself releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding. The tension from it fades in your shoulders but you still white knuckle the steering wheel.

After all this time, and everything he did. Regret claws at the back of your mind. Your head screams at you in shame while your heart smiles with glee. Never once did you find yourself looking for another person, not someone else to fill his spot. Afterall, there's no one like him. And now getting to see him so desperate, how could you say no.

•••••••••••••••

Six had passed by you a while ago. Only now were you pulling up to the ancient temple, it was small on the outside. The rest of it was beneath the ground. It was in a forest, not a very big one but just big enough to keep it hidden from society for so long. As you pull up, the break lights of Illinois' jeep catch your attention. The butterflies in your stomach churn and stir as you come to a stop.

He stands at the back of the truck, your headlights illuminating him where he leans over. He's grabbing different things from the back of his truck as you turn the car off and take a deep breath. Pulling your bag from the passenger seat and tugging it onto your shoulders you push open the door and stand.

Illinois turns to see you walking towards him and his face lights up with a smile. "I thought you weren't going to come. You had me worried." He says as he grabs his own satchel to toss over his shoulder.

"Maybe I shouldn't have." You say with an unsure smile. Letting out a chuckle he shuts the trunk and turns to face you. One hand rests on his bag while the other holds his hat down. "Don't be like that. You know you miss this."

Shaking your head and grinning you push past him towards the entrance. It's farther than you thought when you pulled up. Sadly it creates time for Illinois to chat. It's like all the forces of the world decided to ruin everything just to make you miserable.

"Now that I think about it. Is this a date?" Illinois asks.

You turn to look at him with fury in your eyes. "No!" Crossing your arms back over your chest and looking forward you huff. "Let me see what you found on this place before we go in."

He stops as you reach the entrance and reaches for his bag. "Yeah this place is hella dangerous. Like I said, people only go in pairs and only one ever comes back out" he pulls out his journal and hands it to you. "Do you need a light?" He rummages through the bag again.

"Yeah. Thanks." He pulls a flash light from his bag and turns it on to illuminate the book in your hand. Opening it he reaches and begins to flip through the pages until he comes to the right one. "Here." He points to the page. "This is what I found."

"Apparently what's supposed to be inside is an ancient dialect from a dead civilization. Not like we could decipher it, I just think it's cool." Illinois says.

You look up at him, dissapointment lacing your gaze. "Really?"

"What?"

Shifting your weight from one leg to the other you put a hand on your hip. "You're going into a place thats notorious for killing people just because you think it's cool?" You shake your head. "This is dangerous."

Flashing you a smile and grabbing his book back he puts it away. "I'll protect you, so don't be afraid." His gaze lingers on you.

"You will?" You mumble. Butterflies battle their way around your stomach, ticking your insides. Just the way the hope swells in your chest leaves you with a bad after taste.

He looks down at you with confidence in his eyes and a knowing smile on his face. "Yes, always."

A smile breaks out on your face as you let out a chuckle. Heat is flooding your cheeks. You look away stepping back from him. "Let's just go inside and get this over with."

As you step inside, the scratches of roaches crawling along the walls fills the air. Before you can begin to traverse the staircase down the putrid smell of rolling flesh and dried blood fills your nose. Letting out a quiet gagging sound you turn your head to the side and cover your nose.

Illinois let's out a howl of disgust as he pulls his shirt over his nose. "We should go grab masks." He grabs the sleeve of your shirt and begins to tug you back out. "That's not going to stop the smell." You say as the Jeep comes closer.

Stopping at the back door, he pulls it open and reaches inside. "True." He says. "But at least it will keep us from getting sick when we go in."

Leaning back he presses the mask into your hands. It rather heavy in your hands as you check the filter before putting the respirator on. Illinois manages to finish putting his on first. Realizing that your struggling, he closes the door and turn you around so he can reach the back of your head. "I got it." He mumbles as he tightens the back of it for you.

"Thanks." Letting go of the back he grabs the light back from his bag and pushes you forward. "Let's go."

Reaching the entrance you begin your decent down the stairs, just before you reach the bottom there's a pull at the back of your shirt and your tugged back. Suddenly Illinois is pushing himself in front of you, using his body to shield you from whatever may come.

"Stay behind me." He says and he presses a hand on your stomach, softly keeping you behind him. Stalking forward wearily, he peers forth into the darkness.

"I can protect myself." You claim. Standing on your tip toes to peer over his shoulder at what's ahead. Suddenly there's a click and a whir. Something falls and Illinois spins on his heel, grabbing your shoulders and shoves you to the ground. He wraps himself around you. Frightened, you let out a yelp. Your heart is hammering in your chest as the release of numerous arrows fills the air.

"Just wait it out." Illinois says from above you. He sounds as calm and cool as ever. Completely unaffected by the arrows, completely unaffected by you. It's been so long since something like this has happened. The close proximity, the way he holds you.

The zip of arrows over head comes to a stop, after a short moment Illinois stands back to his full height. "Let's keep moving." He suggests.

As he turns to walk away you find yourself stuck, unable to move or stand. Even though this was just supposed to be a short trip, here he was risking his life for you, even after proving to you the first time that he didn't care.

"You coming?" He turns the flashlight onto you, squinting from the brightness you gather yourself and raise to your feet. "Yeah, sorry."

Hastily you make your way back over to him, it's hard to see his face with the bright light on you and the mask on but he's smiling ever so gently. "You get scared?" He asks. This time it doesn't sound witty and sarcastic, it's calm and sweet. Something you didn't expect from him.

"I'll live." You shoot back with a small nervous smile. Turning the flashlight to the ground he nods and turns to continue forward. "If you get scared and you want to leave let me know. Okay?"

The silence swallows you whole as he pushes forward, content to keep moving. The walls are slowly becoming more green, a more dank and earthy smell beginning to fill the air. Of course it's not much longer before you begin to come across red stained stone and signs of apparent struggle. The closer you get to whatever killed the others the tighter your throat feels.

Suddenly you bump into Illinois who abruptly stopped. His hand is behind him holding you back. Squinting into the dark ahead you lean forward to get a better grasp at what he's looking at. The flashlight only allows you to see so much. There's a shift in the air and Illinois presses in himself flat against the wall. Using his hand he shoves you against the wall beside him. From the corner of your eye you see a flash, there's a loud creak and then a large saw comes swinging down the corridor. Your heart lurches in your chest. It's like death is baring down on you as you clench your eyes shut.

"We need to keep moving." Illinois says. His hand is no longer pressing you against the wall but instead you are. Peeling open your eyes and turning your head to the side you look at him with wide eyes. "I can't believe I'm doing this." You remark.

Of all the places you went with or without him, this was by far the most dangerous you'd gone into. He's told you stories of worse but this. This was unlike any you've ever experienced.

"it's okay." Illinois reaches his hand down, feeling the wall for yours. His warm skin making contact with yours sets your hand on fire. Soon enough he's holding your hand tightly in his, a stern look in his eyes. "I'll keep you safe I swear."

Another loud creak splits through the air as the saw comes swinging back through. Looking at it in Terror, your chest heaving and legs aching, you cry out. "Just move already!"

Nodding curtly, he begins to pull you along the wall, soon enough the saw finds it's way back down the corridor, spiking your heart rate through the roof for a fourth time. At this point it feels like you might have a heart attack. But Illinois pushes you though. Eventually out of range of the giant murder machine you find yourself at a pile of mangled bodies. Each one rotting, bones, or freshly killed. The blood coats the walls as Illinois guide you through the pile to the other side.

There's a pang of guilt in your chest as you look back on the unfortunate pile of souls. Each one with their head intact looking you on with jealousy and terror in their slain eyes, watching you stride forward with better luck than they themselves have.

"You ok?" Illinois stopped to turn and face you, his eyes peering back down the corridor at the precariously swinging blade.

Looking up at him, you open your mouth to speak but shut it when you realize you don't have a good answer. Looking back at the bodies one last time you turn away in disgust. "Let's just move please?"

His eyes look back at you for a moment longer before he turns and moves onward, his hand still tugging you with.

Looking between his hand and his face you can't help but feel there's a difference reason why he asked you to come along. It's not surprising, he's always had ulterior motives.

"There's another trap up here." He breaks the silence, his hand slips from yours. "Stay here." As your hand falls back your your side you can feel a sliver of self respect abandon you where you stand. "Wait!" You find yourself calling out with no real reason.

Illinois stops to turn and look at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. At first the words dare not slip from your tongue, your mind running circles around an idea that serves no real purpose.

"Please be careful." You finally say.

"Of course." He reassures as he tosses you the flashlight to head forward. Catching it clumsily you point it forward to guide his way, your feet slowly sliding across the stone floor towards him, staying far enough behind that whatever trap awaits won't catch you too but just close enough to maybe help.

Opposite to you, however, Illinois strolls forward with ease, his shoulders relaxed, his hands not idly awaiting to grab something, nothing. It's like he's done this a thousand times before. He has, no doubt, but he's never acted so casual in a situation like this at least not around you.

The corridor lights up with a new light revealing a built in blowtorch in the wall. The wall opposite to it is stained black from the excessive heat and char left behind from being activated so many times. Illinois turns around to look back at it, his eyes glimmering.

"When it's done, run to me." He tells you.

Stepping closer to it, you begin to feel the heat radiating from the wall. The flame its bright and violent, it's tips daring those who willingly pass by to step closer.

You're plunged into darkness and the heat is stripped away.

"Now!" Illinois calls out.

Lurching forward you find yourself wishing you would have been paying attention. The pool the blood at your feet tugs your grip right from underneath you, unable to full move forward properly you call out.

There's a click and a hiss in your ear. Turning, you come face to face with the very spark that ignites the fire. It's deathly flickers prepare to roast you.

Reaching out, Illinois grasps your shirt, pulling you forward. His pull is so hard that he throws you against him, knocking him to the ground with a solid thud. You follow shortly after, your hands moving to brace you against the ground.

Opening your eyes, you look down to see Illinois sighing with relief. The both of you are out of the fire behind, a shadow is cast over him as you stare at him in shock. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, it even aches to breathe.

Realizing the position you find yourself in, you scramble to your feet. Heat blazes across your face. "I'm so sorry." You say as you extend a hand out to him.

Sitting up, Illinois happily takes your offer. "It's okay. I didn't mean to pull you that hard." He admits as you hoist him to his feet.

"No, it's fine. You saved my ass." You say as you look up at him. "Let's just keep moving."

Nodding curtly, Illinois takes the lead again. Silently, you follow behind him. The flash of flames is engrained in the back of your mind right alongside the look of terror on Illinois' face when he realized what was happening. He wasn't the only one who was terrified. Having your life flash before your eyes should have been enough excitement for today, but this was for him.

"There's a split." Illinois says as he comes to a stop.

Walking to his side you find yourself at a split path. On either side was an open corridor, each just as dark as the other. Swallowing harshly you look back at Illinois. Rummaging through his bag he pulls another flashlight out and looks at you.

"Please don't." You beg.

He frowns beneath the mask. "It's faster this way."

You shake your head. "No. Don't make me do this alone. We are not splitting paths."

Lifting a hand he grabs your shoulder firmly. "It's okay. Just call my name and I'll be right there. I swear."

Your heart is suddenly in your stomach as dread swallows you whole. "Illinois." You warn.

He gently squeezes your shoulder before letting his hand fall back to his side. "Just go. I'll be right here."

You stand firm looking up at him with fear swimming in your eyes. You can see that he's clearly not giving up any time soon. Sighing in defeat you turn and behind down the right corridor. As you walk you hear him call from behind you.

"Remember, just call for me!"

A beat of silence slips past before you yell back. "Fuck you!"

Rightfully so, you're utterly alone now. The only light is the one provided to you by the flashlight in your hands. Battery operated with a high chance of dying. Just the thought sends shivers through you.

Being in this kind of environment with Illinois again is fun but it's not the idea you had for seeing him again. Sure, near death experiences brings you closer. But is that really what you wanted?

To bond with him in a situation like this? No. Anything but this. Like a nice restaurant, a night at your house or even his. Now just to make matters worse you're completely alone in a death trap of a maze with no clue where so look for the prize.

Only moments after, the stale and stiff air shifts around you. Tingles wash over your body as every hair stands on end.

You're not alone.

A deep growl can be heard from within the darkness, cold claws against the stone coming closer to you. Soon enough, two reflective beady eyes stare back at you as you tremble in your steps. Slowly backing away as it steps closer. White shiney canines bare themselves to you as you whimper under broken breath.

Stalking just within the range of your light is a coyote. Foam bubbles around it's jaws as it growls at you incessantly. As you back away is grows closer it's teeth popping from nipping at you.

Opening your mouth to call out for Illinois you're interupted by a shrill bark as it charges at you. Letting out a scream, you turn on your heel and run the other way. Your chest aches as you glance back at it, you can't see it in the darkness behind you but you can hear is desperate animalistic breathing as it gains on you.

Tears form in your eyes as you run knowing that you have no chance of escape. Even if Illinois came in here to die, he would at least have a chance at survival if you were taken into the loving arms of death instead.

"Run Illinois!" Get out!" You shout into the expanding darkness as you bolt forth. You know he might not even hear you but the thought of him living keeps you going.

Nearing the hall you originally came from, you begin to see a flicker in the distance. It's bobbles and grows bigger.

There's no time to even process what's happening before it's done. The light grew closer and soon enough Illinois came from the darkness. With a sharp determined look in his eyes you watched him hit the ground, sliding past you and towards the coyote. Tripping over your own feet in surprise you land harshly on your shoulder.

From behind you there's a yelp that makes your heart jolt in your chest. Panic pulses through you. Scrambling to turn around you call out.

Leaning over the animal with a bloody knife in hand was Illinois, his chest heaving as he looks down at the coyote limp before him. Your flashlight long tumbled into the ground, your fall bringing with it sparks of shooting pain. Yet it still shines on the both of you from where it landed.

Staring at the sight, you opened your mouth to speak but closed it once you realized you were unsure of what to say. Surprise took you whole the moment you turned around to see him.

Turning to look at you, Illinois sheaths the knife and stands. Quickly he's by your side and helping you to your feet. Lifting your hand to your face you pull the mask off the let it dangle around your neck. Your lungs burn ferociously and a harsh pounding in the back of your head makes you feel faint. Illinois does the same with his mask, pulling if from his face to reveal a worried look.

"Are you hurt?" He asks as he looks you over.

You shake your head before leaning against the wall, exhausted.

Illinois reaches out to grab your shoulder and as he makes contact you shy away, hissing through clenched teeth. "Shit." You rasp.

His gaze hardens as you pull away in pain. Your eyes are clenched shut as you reach to grasp your shoulder. Grabbing your hand he pushes it back to your side.

"C'mon." He urges.

You don't say much as he pulls you along. Most of it is blur. Between the pain in your shoulder and the overwhelming anxiety its hard to really focus on anything. But when he gets you out and the night air hits you, you're collapsing onto your knees.

"Y/n!" Illinois calls out with worry as he kneels in front of you. "C'mon. Get up." His hands grab either side of your ribcage in an attempt to hoist you to your feet. Being so exhausted, you hardly move and instead look up at him with pleading eyes.

"I've got you." He says as he picks you up. Your legs are wrapped around his torso while one arm hangs limply by your side and the other wraps around the back of his neck. One arm supports your ass while he other presses against your back to keep you against him.

"You're over exaggerating." You state as he stops at the passenger side door of his truck. Illinois grunts in return. Moving the hand from your back to pull open the door.

"No I'm not." He says simply as he sets you down in the seat. Groaning in discomfort you manage to croak out a sentence.

"Yeah you are."

He shakes his head. "You probably broke your shoulder or something. We need to take care of it. Any injury no matter what requires immediate attention."

Stepping back and shutting the door he makes his way to the other side and climbs in. The truck starts soon after. It's bumpy at first but then the ride begins to smooth out.

"What about my car?" You ask.

Illinois glances at you with a soft gaze before looking ahead again. "We'll come back for it later. You're my main priority right now. I knew I shouldn't have brought you with."

You scoff. "I was going to do this either way. It was inevitable."

Illinois sighs in frustration. "Either way. I was the one who asked you to do this with me. I'm at fault. I'm sorry."

Not willing enough to speak again, silence falls over you. It stayed that way until the hospital came into view. You narrow your gaze.

"I hate this place." You grumble.

There's no comment from Illinois as he pulls into a parking spot. His face is stern as he unbuckles himself and climbs out the truck. The door shuts behind him and a sigh escapes you Looking off at the entrance you can feel your stomach churn. Pretty quickly, Illinois comes into view and pulls open your door.

Reaching over your legs he unbuckles you. Groaning quietly and turning to the side you slowly begin to slip from the seat. Illinois looks away from you as you do, his eyes on the doors as he taps his foot impatiently. Finally reaching the ground with a grunt you lean forward. Your head rests on Illinois' chest his smell tempting you to fall asleep.

Lifting a hand to wrap it around your back, he softly guides you out of the way to close the door.

"Why do you hate hospitals?" Removing the hat from his head he places it on you and presses his hand to the small of your back, guiding you to the entrance.

Softly, you hum. Your fading memories of the hospital coming back to light. "Dunno... Just never liked them." You confess.

He hums back in return. Nearing the sliding doors they open, revealing a halogen lit hell. Their sterile lighting and sanitized smell making you cringe. On either side of you splitting off into two separate area's are waiting rooms while in front of you is the front desk. An older lady sitting behind it looks up with a kind smile to greet the both of you.

"I'm here to get her arm checked for injuries." His hand rests on the counter idly. The woman begins to look back and forth from her screen to you before looking back again.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"Y/n l/n" You state blandly.

A whole list of other questions comes rushing in afterwards before she releases you into the waiting room. Being later in the night, there's not many people inside. This you're thankful for. They're scattered about, an occasional cough making you stir in your seat.

Illinois looks over at you. Your knees pulled up to you chest and head leaned back in an attempt to sleep. It's clear you're uncomfortable. Lifting an arm, he's careful to avoid your shoulder while leaning your head onto his shoulder.

Removing the hat from your face you look up at him confused. Taking the hat from your hand he whispers to you. "Just lay back down."

You don't even try to fight against him as you allow yourself to relax against his shoulder. Watching you, Illinois smiles without realizing. Seeing you against him, content, tired, and trusting him to watch out for you makes him warm. Then again the guilt of bringing you with him tugs that away. You never should have been bothered in the first place.

Looking way from you, Illinois sighs and leans his head back.

"Sorry." He whispers again.

The evaluation nurse grabbed your wrist band and analyzed the what she could. From what she said it was nothing too horrible but that it shouldn't go unchecked just in case. It was more than likely just sprained. Still, even that could pose and issue if not treated properly. Once she was done, a doctor came to grab you from her room. Illinois follows in suit.

"From what I'm seeing you have a sprained shoulder?" He says as he looks down as his paper and pulls the curtains to your room open.

"That's what the nurse up front told us. Yes." You say as Illinois helps hoist you up onto the bed.

Pulling the curtain shut the doctor turns to face you, a bright sly smile on his face. "Alright. I'm going to be your doctor for today. My name is Riley. It's nice to meet you."

You nod with a small sparring smile while he walks up to inspect your shoulder himself. Illinois stands on the other side of you, his arms crossed in such a way that makes them look big.

A shooting pain pulls your attention away, snapping your head to look you see the doctor gently grasping your shoulder, prodding at it to get a feel for what's wrong. Writhing and squirming in pain, you let out a strained cry. It finally stops when he steps away to grab the clip board, his other hand resting on your thigh.

"Looks like it going to need X-rays. I can't tell just from the feeling alone. There's too much inflammation. You're okay with staying over night. Yes?" He gently squeezes your thigh with a charming smile.

Nervously you smile. "Fine by me."

Looking from you to Illinois and back he pats your thigh and moves towards the door. "I'll be back soon then." Shooting you a wink he disappears behind the curtain.

Purely by instinct, you rub the feeling of his touch on your leg away and onto the bed with a grimace of disgust. "Did you see that bullshit?" You say as you look up at Illinois.

The unusually brooding man towers above you, his eyes glaring daggers at the curtains where the doctor left. His eyes are dark and murky with the flames of hatred flickering inside. His jaw clenches as he looks back down at you.

"You did." You mutter.

Reaching back he pulls the chair forward to take a seat closer to you. Leaning forward before sitting completely you hear him speak. His voice is low and threatening.

"Keep the hat." He firmly preses it onto you, not even giving you the chance you properly grab it.

Until now you've never seen Illinois like this. Until now you've never been able to. He's like an overprotective dog. Overbearing in the sense that it makes your stomach flutter. No one's ever cared enough to get like this.

"I can't even wear it if I'm laying down." Clicking your tongue you leave it where he put it on your stomach.

"I don't care. He shouldn't be touching you like that." Illinois snaps, a growl lingering in his voice.

"we're not even-" he cuts you off. "Don't need to be. It doesn't matter what we are he shouldn't put his hands on anyone like that regardless. It's disgusting." He seethes.

Almost an hour later Riley returned with a bright smile to lead you to the x-ray room. Illinois was allowed in but he couldn't be anywhere near you because of the metal he was wearing. He and the doctor watched from the observation window and when it was done he beckoned you over to look.

Standing between the doctor and Illinois you watched as he pointed out the fractures in your shoulder and explained what he was going to do for it. As he did, you began to feel a hand slowly slip into the small of your back and hook it's way around your waist.

Briefly looking down you were horrified to find that it wasn't Illinois but instead was the doctor who all but smiled sweetly at you.

"We'll keep you overnight just to be on the safe side. There could be internal bleeding but that's it. You can change back into your shirt and head back to the room now. I'll wait for you out here" he gestures for you to go ahead while you hurriedly step away from him and into the undressing room.

Illinois follows close behind, shutting the door behind him as he does. When you first came in here the doctor had you change into a special shirt made specifically for X-rays. Problem was you can't take anything off or put anything on without help so Illinois volunteered. Thank goodness for that.

"I hate that guy." You mutter as you wait on Illinois to help you. Moments pass and he still hasn't done anything yet. Lifting you head to look at him you opened your mouth to speak. Very quickly you're cut short by his lips colliding with yours and his tongue making it's way into your mouth.

His hands roughly grabbed your waist as he backed you against the wall. You didn't resist, instead you lifted your only good arm to grasp his shirt, standing on your tip toes to deepen the kiss.

Your eyes fall shut as he pulls away, using his head to push your chin up your easier access to your jaw. "I should have done this sooner." He sloppily places kisses down your jaw and neck before eventually coming to stop at your collar bone. Baring his teeth he nips lightly at first, just testing the waters for a reaction.

Feeling the pinch roll over your sensitive skin you let out a whine. Immediately his hand comes up from your hip to cover your mouth while he smiles against your collarbone. Pulling away he moves his hands to the bottom of your shirt where he begins to tug it up.

"Don't make a sound." He orders as he gently pulls it over your head, revealing your bare chest.

Without hesitation he goes back to lapping at your collarbone, his teeth snagging at the skin before he finally latches in and sucks lightly, letting his tongue roll around your skin. Letting out a stifled cry you squirm beneath his hold, one of his hands eventually coming up to cover your mouth as he moves to another spot further up your neck to mark as well.

"He should keep his fucking hands to himself next time." Illinois growls against your skin as he leaves another mark just below your jaw. Heats gathered in your core from his mouth doing a number on your neck and psyche.

"I hope you're okay with this because I'm not apologizing now. Especially not to him if he steps out of line again." Illinois says as he stands to his full height again.

Biting your lip you open your eyes to look up at him, the trail of bite marks on your neck leaving your skin stinging in pain. Everything is suck a gaze in your mind from the arousal, all you can do is nod.

Illinois smiles devilishly. "Good girl."

Once he moves away to grab your actual shirt you find yourself reaching out for him to calm back. Upon seeing this, Illinois chuckles. "Glad to know you enjoyed it but we can finish later."

Coming back out of the bathroom with a sly grin was Illinois who proudly looked the doctor in the eyes as his smile faded and his eyes widened.

"You can...head back to...to the um...to the room." He stammered.

"Perfect." Chirps Illinois who guides you out the room and down the hall with pride.

ENDING NOTES ↓

My brain when I wrote this: her favorite thing to say is 'cuff me', slut me out, slut me out, slut me out....

#markiplier egos x reader #ahwm x reader #iswm x reader #illinois x reader #light smut

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groven4 · 1 year

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Markiplier Egos with an Asexual DA / Viewer

a/n: I decided to write this specifically as you coming out to them after you've already been dating for a while so it'd be different enough from the Aro hcs thing I already did. We cool with that? Alright.

WILFORD WARFSTACHE

Like I've already said, he doesn't care what your sexuality/gender is, he's immediately accepting of you and your identity.

That really doesn't change if you're dating.

Boundaries can take a lot of getting used to for him; he's a very physically affectionate kind of person.

He tries his best tho and always apologizes if he realizes he's touching you in a way that you've said makes you uncomfortable.

There's really not much else to it, things just continue as normal.

DARKIPLIER

Doesn't care. (supportive)

It really doesn't affect your relationship at all.

He doesn't usually like people touching him apart from specific circumstances with those he trusts, so boundaries aren't really an issue.

Again, not much left to say.

GOOGLEPLIER

He'd probably recite the definition of asexual except it's like the one for reproduction.

He's not being a dick for once though, he's just genuinely confused.

After explaining it to him, he finds the right definition and is kinda just like: "...Oh yeah, me too."

BINGIPLIER

"...Like a plant?"

Yeah, he doesn't get it at first either.

"Ooohhhhh! Same, brah. Same."

ACTOR

I can't not see him as a little aphobic before the events of wkm, but considering he's now lived for over like a hundred years or something, he outta be a little less ignorant now.

I mean, he might not fully get it at first still, but he'd try his best to for you.

He'd never force you into something you're uncomfortable with like that anyway. If you really don't wanna have sex, he's not gonna throw a hissy fit over it. (even tho that does feel like a very actor mark thing to do)

Just remember to assure him that it has nothing to do with him specifically or it's gonna make him insecure. He's a narcissist, the love of his life not finding him attractive is gonna make an impact.

Very respectful about your boundaries despite being a touchy kinda person. If you're not okay with certain kinds of touches, just let him know.

Overall, it might take a bit for him to adapt, but his effort is at least endearing.

YANCY

As previously mentioned, he'll most likely already be familiar with it due to his very inclusive friend group.

He's at least knowledgeable enough to know that asexuality is a spectrum, so he'd probably ask you to explain what flavor of it you happen to be.

Very supportive!

He's never really felt like he needs sex in a relationship anyway.

He's honestly just happy you gave him enough of a shot to wanna be friends let alone date him.

Would stab an aphobe for you<3

ILLINOIS

Honestly surprised at first, he had no idea that was even a thing.

He's totally okay with it of course! He just didn't know you could have a relationship where sex isn't like...mandatory.

Similarly relieved as I've described before when you explain it to him. It's a welcomed change to be sure.

He'll hold back on flirtatious comments if they make you uncomfortable.

Tries his best to respect your boundaries. He feels lonely if you don't cuddle him at night tho.

Sexual intimacy has become something he dreads with meaningful relationships. He likes getting to focus more of his time on you as a person, making sure you feel loved, and just treasuring your time together.

Overall really supportive.

HEAD ENGINEER

A little awkward around the topic of sex I imagine.

Mostly cus you're still the captain so power dynamics and all that.

You're already risking a lot just by being together romantically, that kind of workplace relationship could definitely get you both in some hot water. No matter how temptingly scandalous it can seem.

This was basically the stuff that first came to mind once you told him and he almost felt relieved because of it. I mean, that's certainly a headache you shouldn't have to risk dealing with now.

Outside of logistic nonsense, he's very supportive all around.

Like I've said, he can sometimes overcompensate when it comes to boundaries, so assurance helps if that's not something that bothers you.

He came up with this like dorky way of quantifying things where basically he says any energy he'd put into sex he instead puts into cuddling you twice as much and- just- yeah-

MURDOCK

Very calm and reassuring if he sees you were anxious while telling him.

Even if you weren't he's pretty chill about it.

Every action of his is typically very calculated no matter the situation, even if in more of a purposely sporadic kind of way. So needless to say, he's pretty good about boundaries.

I mean, if you're in the middle of making a quick get away and end up having to get uncomfortably close to hide or something, that can't really be helped, but yk. (he'd make it up to you later anyway, probably something dinner related)

#markiplier egos x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #darkiplier x reader #googleplier x reader #bingiplier x reader #actor mark x reader #yancy x reader #ahwm yancy x reader #illinois x reader #ahwm illinois x reader #head engineer mark x reader #space mark x reader #murderplier x reader #iswm murderplier x reader #iswm murdock x reader #asexual reader #asexuality #asexual

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Hi! This is the anon with the ISWM egos and Y/N running into Y/Ns mean ex, and here to clarify! Yes the egos that made appearances!

(I hope this anon isn't taken but I'll shoot for the moon)

- SleepyBlu Anon

Oh okay! Just wanted that cleared up but ty!

Request: Hi I’m new to this, but could I request ISWM egos with their S/O and like running into S/O’s ex. S/O’s ex ain’t a nice person and S/O is uncomfortable, the boys to the rescue!

Engineer, Actor, Dark, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Jim, & Heehoo will be featured!

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Engineer Mark

Your ex so-happens to be USA receptionist.

They recognize you before you can state your inquiries and makes a subtle jab at both of you, especially upon learning you’re a captain.

“Wow, so you can keep a crew together but not a relationship?”

This pisses off Mark SO much. He can’t tolerate this disrespect to his captain and partner.

His anger becomes scary as he punches the table and demands they take your concerns more seriously.

After getting answers he leaves with you, still huffy but makes sure you’re alright.

“If they were in the crew, I’d eject them from the airlock myself..” He grumbles.

Actor

Oh boy.

If he so much as recognizes your ex he’s gonna flip out. Doesn’t matter if it’s in public or there’s only a few people around.

He’ll drag them away from you before they can utter a single word and have a “nice chat”.....which is really just him snapping at them and being like “you’re lucky I’m out on parole or else I’d KILL you right now!”

You don’t know what exactly he said but, they haven’t tried contacting you since then.

He spoils you afterwards to cheer you up <3

Dark

He doesn’t wanna cause a huge scene.

So he’ll just stare at your ex angrily while keeping you close to him, allowing the high-pitched ringing to fill their head.

He’s the best at intimidation so it doesn’t take long for them to be scared off.

After that he makes sure you’re okay, knowing very well what it’s like to be hurt by those he once trusted.

If they come back he definitely won’t hold back and resort to tormenting them in the void since they didn’t learn their lesson the first time.

Wilford

He takes shit from nobody.

Especially a stupid ex who questions your taste in men.

There’s a 75% chance you can stop him from shooting/stabbing them, but he’ll still find a way to screw with their mind.

Like getting inside their head and saying random bs or just teleporting around them to confuse them (like he does in WMLW).

Eventually they leave after calling him a freak, though he just rolls his eyes.

“Jeez, to think you dated that before me? Let’s get some drinks.”

Yancy

Will most definitely punch them if they say some rude shit about you.

“Lmao you’re so desperate for love you’ll take in a criminal-?”

*SMACK*

“At least I treat ‘em better than you any day!!!”

You literally cannot stop Yancy from leaving them with a bloody nose even if you tried and said “violence isn’t the answer”.

He may have given up the stabbing but there’s no way he’s ever gonna give up fighting for you tooth and nail <3

Illinois

Out of all the Ipliers he’s probably the most calm about it.

You honestly didn’t think he was so committed to your relationship until you saw the way he stood up to your ex.

Gentle yet firm so that they leave you alone.

Humorously enough, they barely have a defense bc wow--how did you manage to snag someone as fine as him???

So they finally do leave and it warms your heart, knowing he took this relationship seriously.

Jim

Honestly?

The whole Jim nation would be on your ex’s ass if they got within a five mile radius of you and don’t back off.

(Similar to Wilford) They think he’s a goddamn weirdo and you’ve lowered your standards to rock bottom.

Which leads to Jim interrogating them on what they knew about the statistics of relationships or...something like that.

Either way he gets them to leave with his eccentric ways being too much for them to handle.

Heehoo

After a lot of rehabilitation you both started dating again. Though he’s still drawn to the woods, so you’ll go on frequent walks together.

Unfortunately that’s where you meet your ex who’s on a hike.

“Wow you’ve chosen this hobo over me, huh?” They sneer.

Heehoo sees how upset they’re making you, so he just...growls and eventually scares them off after chasing them into the woods.

Once he returns he makes sure you’re okay.

His actions made you laugh, confusing him, though you reassure him you appreciate what he did.

#clanask #sleepyblu anon #iplier egos x reader #space mark x reader #darkiplier x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #actor mark x reader #illinois x reader #yancy x reader #reporter jim x reader #heehoo x reader #headcanons

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cheeryraccoon · 2 years

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Wholesome Ego Headcannons

Hey look! I'm not dead! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I'm back at school and have been pretty busy. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these headcannons! -------------------------------------------------------

Mark -

• I see this man being very cuddley. At home if he's not working, he'll just cuddle up to you on the couch. Or if you're busy at your desk he'll just slip his arms around you and hug you. When you're out in public he'll usually just be holding your hand.

• He asked for your opinion on what color he should dye his hair every time he did so.

• Loves to bring you snacks if/when you stream.

• His favorite picture of you is of you and Chica laying in the grass on a sunny day (it's his phone's wallpaper).

• When either of you go on long trips he FaceTimes you to talk about both of your days.

Dark -

• You and Wilford are besties and will often try to get Dark to do something fun with you (sometimes it starts to become Wilford third wheeling but he doesn't mind).

• He uses rose petal cologne... I do not take criticism.

• He teases you sometimes just so he can see you flustered.

• He loves when you hang out in his office when he's working to keep him company.

• He will never admit it but he likes watching cheesy romance movies with you.

Wilford -

• If you ever get mad at him he'll leave and come back with food and puppy eyes.

• He'll randomly take your hand and slow dance with you in the living room.

• He loves nuzzling your noses.

• He loves to buy you clothes and when he sees you wear them he gets excited.

• Sometimes when he is reminded of Damien, Celine, and Actor, he has panic attacks. He'll lock himself in his room and curl up in the corner on the floor, sobbing. When this happens you knock a small jingle (to let him know it's you and he can let you in when he's ready) on the door and sit outside to wait. When he lets you in you'll hug him, tell him that everything is okay and that it wasn't his fault, and give him kisses to make him feel better. He doesn't know what he would do if he didn't have you at those times.

Yancy -

• In prison there's not much you can do for dates... but since you're with the man who knows every nook and cranny of the place he figures things out. At night he'll sneak you outside to stargaze and he can scare all the other prisoners out of the cafeteria at meal time and get the chefs to make you a nice dinner, he'll make sure you can be as happy with him as possible.

• If you share a cell he'll cuddle you when you're cold... or just because.

• He brags about you to everyone else, that includes the guards and the warden.

• He loves pet names, his favorite ones for you being 'buttercup' and 'doll'

• If he's ever insecure about his accent, you reassure him that you love it and that it's amazing the way it is. He appreciates you a lot for that.

Illinois -

• After a long day of adventuring, he loves relaxing with you in his arms as he reads a good book.

• When you steal his hat, or he puts it on your head, he takes a second to stare and take it how much he really loves you.

• If he ever finds out you had a crush on Indiana Jones at some point he'll implode... aka he'll get really flustered and probably get you in a bear hug the next time he sees you.

• This man loves plushies and you can't prove me wrong. If you give him a plush he will have it sitting on his bed and sometimes cuddle it when he goes to sleep. (+10 points if you spray it with your perfume)

• He likes to call you 'peach'.

Engineer Mark -

• He's a puppy. If you give him head pats he will do anything and everything to get more. You called him a good boy once as a joke and he wouldn't stop talking about it for a month. (His newest nickname from you is 'puppy')

• He loves hugs and physical affection and will constantly try to get hugs from you all the time.

• Celci doesn't understand why you want to date him but will admit that you look cute together.

• Whenever you need him to show you how to do something he'll place his hands on top of yours to show you. He doesn't really think about it but, once he sees you blushing a little, he'll blush and get all smiley.

• If you ever get hurt on the ship, even if its just a tiny paper cut, he'll panic and rush you to the medical room to make sure you're okay.

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cuddly affectionate hcs

a/n: what is up my crunky crew. i wanted a hug so i wrote this

tw: mention of horniness w/ illi, very very slight angst (mention of a fear w/ yancy), swearing + use of the word whore (not in a negative way)

🖤 Dark 🖤

this man acts like an actual housecat

he acts all uninterested about affection at first and probably teases you a little if you ask him for hugs

but as soon as you actually do hug or cuddle him? oh my god hes so touch starved he is not letting you go

he didn’t realise just how much he needed soft and romantic affection, it had been years

once he knows how much he actually likes hugs, he will just find you during the day and hold you

even if you’re busy, hes still gonna hold you

but only in private; he doesn’t like pda unless its hand holding or just a quick kiss

but as soon as you’re alone? it’s cuddle time babeyyyy

he likes resting his chin on your head or shoulders, especially with you in his lap

he will start subconsciously stroking your arms or waist if you’re laying down with him

he might purr…. if you get him relaxed enough

but be sure to never bring it up because he’ll try to conceal it next time

poor boy is embarrassed, bless him

💙 Damien 💙

he absolutely NEEDS cuddles when hes tired

you can easily get him to stop working and come to bed by just texting him “come cuddle?” he will be there in seconds

he loves to lay on you while you play with his hair

he will fall asleep in 5 minutes if you pet him honestly

is also like a huge cuddly house cat that constantly needs affection (Dark gets it from him)

he loves to hold hands

the size difference, the touch of your skin, just the image of your hand in his gives him butterflies

if your hands are ever remotely cold he is just !!! darling !! i must warm your hands up :))

he does like pda, but it’s best to keep things appropriate since he’s mayor and all

but he still can’t stop himself from holding your hand no matter who’s around

❤️ Actor ❤️

this man is so needyyyy

you often wake up with him half way on top of you fast asleep

he has cuddling stages during the night

usually you’ll go to sleep spooning or with your head on his chest

then if you wake up during the night he’ll be clinging to you like a koala (good luck trying to get up to pee if you need to)

and in the morning hes laying sideways over your torso like a beefy blanket

or hes just ,. on the floor. idk either man he just be like that sometimes

and if you can’t lift him up and put him back in bed, just join him on the floor

hell think its sososo endearing but is more concerned about your comfort

whenever you cuddle it will probably lead to making out

hes just so thirsty honestly

he loves spooning you and holding you tight

his favourite cuddle time is when he comes back from a day on set and you’re both sleepy and you fall asleep on the couch in each other’s arms

then benjamin wakes you and you both shuffle away to bed giggling

pda? oh baby! hes all about it

he does not care what anybody thinks he just wants kisses

but he will definitely adhere to your own boundaries

🤍 Yancy 🤍

you are this mans teddy bear

he hates sleeping without you now

if he’s on parole and you two live together/hes staying over, even if hes about to pass out on the floor he will not go to bed unless you do as well

hed rather fall asleep in an uncomfortable spot than get into bed alone

he holds you against his chest and kisses your head and neck so softly

he never holds you too tightly

he has a fear of accidentally hurting people, especially you, because hes so big and strong and rough but hes just a gentle giant once you get to know him

so he holds you so gently and sweetly as if you would break if he held on any tighter

pda he likes is kisses on the cheek and hand holding, not much more

he prefers keeping affection private, unless someone is trying to hit on you

he will literally just walk up to you and kiss you and smile at whoever was flirting with you

hes protective and doesn’t want someone taking you away from him

hell probably blush a little afterwards lol

💛 Illinois 💛

he makes a great pillow, honestly

his chest is comfy and warm and he puts his hand on your head if you sleep on him

is secretly a fan of sleeping with his head on your chest or stomach

he will never admit it but you have woken up to it multiple times

snuggling to keep warm on adventures is his favourite thing

hes pretty used to the cold, but if you’re not then he will gladly wrap you up in as many blankets as possible and hold you tight

he loves to fluster your and make you hide your face in his chest

he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world

hes good with pda as long as you are

spooning often results in him getting hard oops

what can i say hes a horny guy

🚀 Engineer Mark 🚀

he needs cuddles so bad

hes stressed and works too hard and just needs some good love !!!!

he always peppers your face and neck and shoulders with kisses when you’re alone together

he wouldn’t mind a little pda but it’s all up to you really

he likes to let people know you’re together, with you being so strikingly beautiful and handsome and gorgeous

sometimes you have to remind him to keep it professional oops

“baby!! UM. I MEAN- CAPTAIN!”

“hey yn- AH, hey captain,”

“honey could you- CELCI GET OUT OF MY ROOM”

he doesn’t mean to be like that on purpose, he just loves you so muchhhh it makes him a little silly sometimes

🔪 Murdock 🔪

you would be surprised how much this man likes cuddling

cuddles and hugs make him feel like he’s protecting you and keeping you safe

he is secretly a little bit of a shy man with affection

he doesn’t do pda unless someone is flirting with you or making you uncomfortable

even then it’s just an arm around your shoulders or waist and a glare at whoever is speaking to you

in private he pretends he doesn’t need or even like affection, but when you do touch him he just melts immediately

he likes cuddling in bed facing each other, kissing softly every now and just being comfy and relaxed

he likes to shower with you; it’s not always sexual he just likes the vulnerability and warmth

he likes to go to sleep spooning you

he holds you pretty tight, not uncomfortably, but noticeably tight

you’re his teddy bear

🌌 God of Night 🌌

he ALWAYS wants you in his lap so he can kiss your neck and touch your thighs and waist

will show you off to the other gods every chance he gets and if there is no chance he will make one

expect cheek kisses every 4 seconds

if you’re a mortal, he would l o v e to spoil you and amaze you with all the wonders accessible to him

if you’re a higher being like him, he will constantly be ‘subtly’ showing off to you

(its not subtle AT ALL)

this bitch is the type to run up to you and spin you around and dip you down to kiss you in front of everyone

he is so smug too

hes like “everyone look at me. look at me and my SEXY ASS PARTNER. YEAH YOU WISH YOU WERE US. WE ARE SO HOT. FUCK YOU.”

is not afraid to stick his tongue in your mouth in public

an absolute whore honestly

he is all over you when you’re alone

just constant “darlingggg.. cuddle me…:(((“ he is silly

in conclusion: in public? mans is kissing you touching you showing you off and praising you. alone? DARLINGGG I NEED A HUG !!!!!

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