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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Yancy x reader in ahwm where after he gets to know them, he sees their healing bruises from their first meeting with Yancy from their fight, and Yancy feels terrible about it?

All you wanted to do was lay in bed, still sore from the fight.

Although you've surprisingly won, you didn't walk away totally unscathed. The dark purplish black marks on your skin were reminders of that. They were still sensitive and you winced every time you accidentally touched them.

You're certain Yancy was just pulling his punches since you were a newcomer; he seemed so offended that his song didn't convince you to stay in prison and yet he immediately offered to help you escape after you beat him up.

Well, you weren't sure about that now since he got hauled off to solitary. But at least you had some time to rest and think of how you were gonna get out of here.

Though as you rolled onto your back, you got a mini-heart attack upon seeing Yancy on the upper bunk, hiding beneath the mattress.

Since when the hell did he get in here? How long was he like that???

"Hey buddy, how you doin'.....?" However his grin left as he slowly realized how much you were bruised, and that you didn't immediately jump up.

He frowned, coming out of hiding and hopping down to the floor, kneeling beside you. "Guess I beat yous up pretty bad, huh? I'm sorry."

Honestly he felt pretty terrible, and even worse considering everybody attempted to gang up on you before he managed to stop them in time. He couldn't imagine what could've happened if-

"I'll be fine, Yancy. A few little bruises aren't gonna take me down that easily." With a tired smile, you sat up, looking at the way he pouted as he muddled over his thoughts.

For a guy who was supposed to be tough, he was acting kinda cute right now.

You sighed. "I'm ready to break out."

Blinking, he looked up at you. “You sure you’re ready? Don’t you wanna rest up a bit mores?”

“Nah, I’m okay. What’s a couple more bruises if it gets me out of here?”

He was quiet for a moment, before grinning as he took out a blindfold.

“Alright, so here’s how it’s gonna go down...”

#clanask #anonymous #ahwm x reader #a heist with markiplier x reader #ahwm yancy x reader #yancy x reader

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ijwrff · 2 years

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Hopefully I still made it to the request window, and good luck in school. Some yandere Yancy with the 6 steamy prompt list, if that's cool with you?

It is v cool with me XD

Tw; some violence, and sexual situations. Over the clothes touching, and intimate kissing. Some swearing as well.

Sure, you were stuck in prison. But it could be worse. Maybe.

One musical number later, and you had fallen in love with another prisoner. He seemed to like you too, and a beautiful relationship came of it. He was always so sweet to you. But he was…kind of a jealous person.

For example, last week you laughed at another inmate’s joke, and he went and punched him in the face. Almost got sent to solitary, but the guy who got punched vouched for Yancy. They all had a lot of respect for him here.

Today however…was different.

He had been in a grumpy mood, not getting enough sleep for some reason. Usually, you could cuddle all night and he’d sleep like a baby. But something seemed to be bothering him.

It was when you were approached by a new inmate that you realized why. He had come up to you yesterday, and seemed to like you. You mentioned how you were dating Yancy, and he backed off, saying you could just be friends.

He seemed nice enough. But you had neglected to tell your boyfriend he was only a friend. So there was no way to know that his touching your shoulder was simply friendly…

In record time, Yancy had strolled over and shoved the newbie onto the ground. On top of that, he kicked him where it hurt most. Yancy was not playing around, it seems.

“Yancy! Stop!” You tried to pull your boyfriend off of him, but he simply turned and glared at you. It was moments like that, which reminded you that this man was a killer.

He kicked the guy around a few more times, and grabbed your arm, dragging you back to your shared cell. You didn’t have time to process it, before he had shoved you up against the concrete wall.

He kissed you deeply, your tongues intertwining. He didn’t hardly give you time to breathe, and one hand stayed on your arm to keep you pinned to the wall, the other was wrapped possessively around your throat.

After you patted his shoulder a few times to let him know you needed air, he pulled back, panting. He got really into that kiss…

“Yancy…what was that about?” You asked, wanting to know what provoked such a strong reaction from him.

Yancy didn't answer, and instead kissed you again. His tongue entered your mouth, and made it even harder to breathe. You let out a small yelp when you felt his knee spread your legs apart. It rubbed against you in all the best ways, and after many interactions with Yancy like this, it didn’t surprise you that he knew what he was doing…

You tried to push him away, not because you didn’t want it, but rather because you wanted answers. But as you pushed his lips away from yours, he simply got busy using his mouth in other ways.

He sucked on and bit your neck, in every place he knew you liked. Some new hickeys he was leaving were just on top of the ones from the previous night. The area was much more sensitive because of this, and it left needy noises coming from your mouth.

He knew you wouldn’t try to get away anytime soon, but the hand around your neck only moved to give him more access to the skin there, while the other slowly trailed down between your legs.

A startled gasp left your mouth, and you bit your knuckle to keep the noises quiet. You did NOT want to be interrupted by the guards. It felt too good…if you had to stop, you would be frustrated for the rest of the day.

He started by rubbing over your clothes, with the palm of his hand. His mouth stayed busy on your neck, leaving hickey after hickey, while he rubbed you feverishly with the hand not on your throat.

“Y-Yancy! What are you doing?” You said, but you hoped he wouldn’t stop. You really didn’t want him to.

He growled, and lifted you into the air, keeping you pinned to the wall, but now your thighs were on either side of his head with one of his hands pressing against your lower stomach, and the other gripping your thigh tightly.

“You’re mine. Y’hear me? Fucking mine.” Before his mouth became occupied doing…other things.

“Yes! I’m yours, only yours!” And you meant it. You loved this crazy…crazy man. He loved you too, and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

Based on this reaction though…maybe being flirted with here wouldn’t be a bad thing.

#suggestive themes #x reader #yancy x reader #yandere! yancy x reader #yandere x reader #gn reader #a heist with markiplier x reader #tw; some violence #tw; swearing #tw; sex mention

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orange-waterfalls · 2 years

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Thunderstorms

Captain Magnum x gn!reader

ask: Don't really know how this works I haven't been on here long enough but uh- if your still taking requests for Markipliers egos and stuff could you do a Captain Magnum x reader who has a huge phobia of thunderstorms and Magnum notices while there's a thunderstorm going on and comforts them :')?

A/N: I wrote this during a thunderstorm so I could keep track of my movements when I got scared. That is my official excuse for how long this took. I missed Magnum so much. Nothing but respect for my Captain. I’ve been into pirates recently because of Our Flag Means Death streaming season 1 now on HBO Max. Also, my writing teacher has assigned us to write everyday but she never said what so expect extremely short bullshit posted more often. Maybe on Ao3. I don’t use tumblr anymore lmao.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Uh. Destiny 2 reference. Battleblock Theatre reference. Mention of. genitalia. yep. Fear of thunder.

In hindsight, you probably should have mentioned the extreme fear of thunder before you joined a pirate crew. On the sea. Where storms… happen. And they happen frequently. And strongly. And loudly.

You had no idea how they could do that. Stand out there. With the wind whipping the sails and waves throwing the boat the rain stinging their skin and the lightning striking anything it found and the fucking noise. The boom of the thunder. The explosions deep in the sky, a threat from the gods telling you mortals that you could die at any moment. It was fucking angry. Like Poseidon invited you to Olympus for dinner and you slapped him in the face.

Not that the crew cared. The crew was fucking joyous. The crew… the crew was fucking dancing, goddammit. You couldn’t tell them now. You couldn’t. It’d be the death of any respect they might’ve had for you. You were pretty sure you heard Magnum's booming voice yelling "COME ON! GIMME ALL YE GOT! YE DON'T HAVE THA BALLS".

You couldn't tell them now. You couldn’t.

The door swung open, cracking the wall, and making you flinch. Magnum waltzed in with a laugh that reminded you of Lord Shaxx to a degree.

"Hoo, the waters be wild tonight, eh, mate?" He stomped into the room, hands on his hips. He looked around, but you weren't sitting in the room. His smile fell. "Mate? Where are ya?"

"In here." You called from the wall. A hole in the wall, moreso. A hide hole. Behind the mirror. It came with the ship, or so you were told.

He bounded over and opened the mirror, leaning his head to the side to see. You were sitting on the floor, knees to your chest. He frowned.

"What're ye doin', child?" He asked. You shrugged in response. "Couldja get outta there?"

You shook your head.

"Why not?"

You shrugged.

"Alright then." He closed the mirror and you thought that was the last of it. At least until you heard the distinct sound of wood cracking and breaking and splintering, making you hit the deck for fear that the storm had just gotten that strong.

You looked up once it stopped to see Magnum holding the mirror. The one attached to the wall. That was no longer attached to the wall. It was basically a door, honestly.

"... hi." He said. You blinked at him.

"Hi, Cap." You sighed.

He looked around your cabin a moment before deciding to just set the mirror against the nearest wall. He then shuffled into the hide hole, needing to duck down quite a bit, and plopped down next to you with his legs resting high up on the wall.

"... what's tha matter?" He asked, softer than you were used to from him.

"There's no matter. Nothing's the matter. I'm fine." You rambled, avoiding his gaze. Your eyes flicked back to him, where he sat squinting at you, scrutinizing.

"Don't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes." He waved a finger at you. You looked back at him and tilted your head.

"Really?" You raised your eyebrows.

"No, but ya just admitted ya lied, so mission accomplished." He laughed. You scoffed.

"Oh, you're an asshole." You shook your head, but had a smile on your face.

"Oi! I may be an ass, but I am no asshole, y'understand?" He teased.

"10-4, good buddy." You nodded and stared at the wall in front of you.

"... what's tha matter?" He asked again.

"That mirror was stronger than I thought it'd be." You brought the conversation in a completely different direction. Magnum looked back at the new hole in the wall. He then looked at you, suspicious.

"Fuckin' strong for some glass and wood." He agreed nonetheless.

"I thought it'd shatter, but she's still intact. Fuckin… fuckin strong-ass storm, but she's intact… she's alright… for now…"

Alright, maybe not completely different a direction.

"... what's tha matter?" He repeated for the third and final time.

"Nothing. I'm fine." You shook your head.

"You said." He quirked an eyebrow.

"Then why're you asking?"

"Cause I don't believe you."

"... right. Ok." You took a deep, calming breath, reminding yourself that your captain wasn't shallow. Well, actually, he was shallow. Extremely so. But he liked you. He was your friend. Maybe a little more, though you weren't sure whether it was further in the platonic direction or veered into romantic. You exhaled and turned to your captain. "Magnum."

"Hm?" He hummed his acknowledgement, giving you the softest eyes you've ever seen from him.

"You like me, right?" You started. He squinted at you once more.

"... mm-hm?" He hummed, already not knowing where this conversation was headed.

"And you respect me?" You continued.

"Yeah…?" He snickered, bringing his hands up and dropping them back on his thighs.

"And that won't change right?" You begged.

"Not unless ya give me reason to. Where're ya goin' with this, mate?" He crossed his arms and shifted so that he was facing you a little more. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked confused and worried. You didn't like it.

"... Magnum, I have… a confession." You turned to face him fully. He looked you up and down, trying to investigate your body language.

"... go on." He raised an eyebrow again.

"I'm afraid of thunder." You blurted out. For a moment, neither of you said anything. That continued for about 3 more moments.

"... and?" He said, eventually.

"What?" You asked.

"Is that it?" He started to laugh.

"Wh-yeah." He sighed and clapped a strong hand on your shoulder, making you wince.

"Mate, we all have fears."

"Yeah, but mine's… dumb…" You mumbled. You tucked your knees into your chest and turned away from him.

"... I'm afraid of something." He murmured after a few seconds. You snapped your head up to look at him.

"What is it?"

"... rats." He sighed. You barked out a laugh. He gaped at you, incredulous. "Oi!"

"I'm sorry I just… remembered elephants and… yeah. It-yeah. You're just so big, it seems so silly." You rambled, still giggling.

"I'm trying to comfort you on your fear, and you're over there laughing at mine!" He scolded.

"I'm not, I get it! You're just… why would they be ascolded. To you, specifically?"

"Are ya serious! Y'ever heard of the plague?"

"Vaguely aware of it."

"Nasty, nasty business."

"You afraid of mice?"

"Nah, mice're cute."

"Well, that's presumptuous. Mice can spread disease."

"So yer afraid of thunder." He cut off the debate once he knew you'd made a reasonable point. You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah. The only good thing about a storm is the rain. And rainbows."

"It's just water. And light."

"It's pretty. But I'm hiding here. From the storm."

"Mm. A'right. I'll wait too then." He stated. You frowned.

"Oh, you don't have to. Go enjoy the storm. Don't mind me." You waved your hand towards the door. He matched your frown.

"Well, no. I can't leave ya alone. What kinda cap'n doessat make me?" He scoffed.

"You like the storm." You pointed out.

"There'll be other storms." He countered.

"You can't be with me for all of them."

"I can be with ya for this one." You tried to stare him down. He stared back. You soon got very, very uncomfortable and looked away with a tsk.

"... fine." You acquiesced. He smiled apparently pleased with himself.

You both sat there as the storm raged on. You flinched and covered your ears at any particularly loud BOOM, and Magnum flinched at your flinching. Whenever he thought you were being a little dramatic, he thought back to when a rat had gotten onto the ship and he screamed like a 5 year old girl he accidentally frightened once. That shut the thought down as quick as it popped up. He squeezed your shoulder when you whimpered and rubbed your back when you curled in on yourself.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. He looked at your shaking figure and it made him feel so… what, sad? He hadn't felt sad since '04. So he made a decision.

He grabbed you by your upper arms and dragged you towards him, putting you in his lap. Your back was against his chest and he wrapped his arms around your middle.

"Mags?" Your voice cracked when you tried to ask what was happening.

"Try to go to sleep." He instructed. Another loud boom made you flinch hard.

"I can't…" you whispered. He sighed and rested his chin on your head.

"... dream of quiet places. Light wind and sprinkles of rain on a sunny day. Maybe a rainbow, if you'd want. Birds and worms and koi fish. All the dumb shit ya like. I'll bring ya to land soon and you can enjoy the quiet. Just… deal with it for now." He squeezed your middle. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, the vibrations from his chest soothing you a bit.

He moved his hands to gently cup your ears. The sound it made calmed you a little. He slowly opened them again and flattened his palms to try and protect your ears from any further noise.

"Night, Mags…" You muttered.

"Night, mate." He rumbled back, not knowing if you could hear him or not.

It stormed through the night, and he made sure to wake you up to see the rainbow that appeared on the horizon. You stared at the rainbow, unaware that he had chosen to stare at you instead.

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brenbrennn · 2 years

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More updates!!

GOING INTO WRITING EDDIES FIX-IT FIC MODE! So be ready for that to be coming out. In the mean time , I dont mean to sound nagging but my requests are open. You can just throw one in there in the mean time. My request information *also my pinned post* - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/brenbrennn/685746934063005696?source=share

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mnt-arts · 26 days

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happy april fools….. booping time

reblogs (and boops!) appreciated !!

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zee-stars · 10 months

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The ego's giving you their sweaters

Includes: Actor Mark, Darkiplier, Yancy, Illinois, Space Mark, Damien, Heist Mark, Date Mark, Wilford

Actor Mark:

He forced you to wear one of his sweaters. He would hide yours just so he could give you one of his.

He is a jealous prick so he definitely likes you wearing his stuff so people know you are his.

I feel like his would be the most comfortable cause he would spend all his money just to make sure he could give you the best.

Tbh his would smell like makeup wipes and strong expensive calone cause he would pour that shit on there.

Overall 9/10 cause at least the smell would last long 🤷‍♀️

Darkiplier:

Tbh he probably doesn't have very many hoodies.

The only one he owns is probably a plain black one that's kinda worn down.

But like say one day you're cold and complaining about it and he just throws it at you and is like "stfu"

Warm on the inside, soft fabric on the outside 👌👌

I think its an overall 10/10 cause idk its just perfect.

Yancy:

I think he probably only have 1 hoodie cause he is in prison but he also like owns the place... so he could probably get more if he needed too.

But like he has one that is his og one. I think its like black and has some cool design on it that's kinda worn down cause he's had it so long.

It smells exactly like him and he likes to wear it for comfort. But he would easily give it to you.

One day your complaining that it's cold, next minute his giving you the sweater.

Its super comfy and also smells exactly like him so def 10/10

Illinois:

Man has one sweater and it is almost disgusting.

You saw him wear it once on a colder night. It was covered in stains, small holes everywhere and stitches. It doesn't smell bad and it felt soft when you touched it.

One night you and him are under the stars and you are freezing. to the point your shaking. He sees you by the fire all wrapped up in a blanket and he takes off the hoodie and gives it to you.

Claims that he's a big boy and doesn't need a sweater to keep him warm

Five minutes later hes clinging to you wrapped up under a blanket and as close to the fire you can be without burning.

8/10 cause the stains.

Space Mark:

Tbh if he saw you in his hoodie he would probably faint.

Its not so much a hoodie it's more like a jacket. Like yk those sports team type jackets, if you dont google it and i'll make sense.

Anyways its amazing, kinda fuzzy on the inside and it has like patches on it of things he likes. Stars, planets, chica, etc.

He doesn't wear it often cause he is usually in his space uniform.

But one night you and him are enjoying a nice sunset together (after the events of iswm) and he notices you shiver.

So he runs back to his room and comes back with two cups of coffee and his jacket.

It smells like him, has coffee and some grease stains on it. Very comfy and a little big.

10/10 love it.

Damien:

This is before wkm obv

He has like an entire closet section just for sweaters and hoodies

one day you're spending the evening at his place. during dinner Damien was his usual clumsy self (he def was) and spilled something on you. You ask to use his shower and had forgotten to pack an extra set of clothes.

So he offers you some of his. He gives you a hoodie and sweatpants that match and let me tell you. That is some of the comfyist shit you're ever gonna wear

I just feel like he is the master of comfort and just always has the comfyist clothes.

10/10 for my boy dames

Heist Mark:

Im like imagining the most detailed scene rn

Like yk when you choose the car in the heist and you fall asleep and he makes you breakfast?

that but the night before when you're falling asleep you get cold and he gives you his sweater and you're like "where tf did you get this?" but put it on anyway.

its honestly pretty comfy and keeps you pretty warm. He also secretly loves seeing you in his hoodie (remember this is right before he asked you on the date ;)

9/10 prob a basic ass hoodie but comfy and warm, serves its purpose.

Date Mark:

Another very detailed scene

we aren't gonna be basic and have it be during the movie no no, it's gonna be during the vanilla ice cream ending.

You and him are eating ice cream together and it makes you cold. So what else would a gentleman like him do than give you the jacket he was wearing.

tbh not super comfy, its part of a suit :/

so like... 6/10? it was nice of him but not comfy or warm so...

Wilford:

Come on guys yk i wouldnt forget about my little willy would you?

Tbh he has the best hoodies 1000%

He rocks the pink and all of his hoodies are pink and they look amazing!!

Also they def smell like cotton candy or some other sweet.

(they might also have a few blood stains but who cares)

anyways.... imagine you and him go out to a party or something.

some dumb guy spills a drink on your and wilford just like pulls out a hoodie randomly and like takes you to the bathroom to put it on

side note no one ever hears from that guy again but like...... thats totally unrelated...

but its comfy, smells good, looks good, 100000/10 fr fr

wilford is simply the best

I hope you enjoyed this and im def down to write more things like this if anyone has any ideas!! my request are always open

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parkvcrs · 2 years

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#a heist with markiplier #a date with markiplier #markiplier x reader #markiplier imagine #markiplier #in space with markiplier #who killed markiplier #markiplier meme #youtuber x reader #coryxkenshin

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amee-racle-ofmyown · 2 months

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a whisper in the autumn wind

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1647 | Read on AO3

A chill racks your body as you and Mark make your way through the cool night. You mentally curse, wishing you were wearing more layers, though you know anything more wouldn't have fit under the tactical vest that sits snugly around your torso.

Your heist partner doesn't seem to notice you shiver, busy making sure the coast is clear before proceeding and gesturing for you to follow.

You do your best to keep pace with your friend's manoeuvres as he darts an odd pattern through the museum, triggering a bout of slight nausea that causes you to stop in your tracks.

‘Hey, keep up!’ Mark whisper-yells, turning around just in time to miss you steadying yourself after a wave of dizziness.

Somehow you make it the rest of the way without collapsing or being seen, but you're now all too aware of the fatigue in your muscles and the soreness in your throat. Meanwhile, your partner in crime carefully but swiftly wraps the stolen artefacts and slips them into his bag.

Your prize this time? A series of ancient tablets that you plan to sell to an illegal collector. You can't imagine what practical use someone would have for these, but at the end of the day, a job's a job and money is money.

It is only on your way out, that you feel the tell-tale itch in your nose that you have been dreading all evening.

As you scrunch up your face, Mark looks at you in confusion.

‘Buddy, you've been acting off all night, what's up with you? You good?’

You nod, desperately wanting to move on and for this to be over with.

The first couple of sneezes you manage to quell without too much fuss, but you can already feel a larger one threatening your nostrils.

While crouched behind a display, hiding from some guards, comes the point at which you can no longer hide that you're suppressing sneezes.

‘Alright, we are so close to being scot-free— hey what are you —? You're not sick are you? Really? Now?!’

Mark shakes his head back and forth with a string of frantically whispered "no"s as you fight your reflexes, but it's futile.

The sneeze that finally escapes you is resounding, and there is a beat of stunned silence and lack of movement from every party involved before you and Mark react first, bolting out the exit with the guards in pursuit.

It's a mad dash with a lot of ducking and diving, adrenaline probably the only thing keeping your body going, but by some miracle the two of you manage to lose them, eventually making it to where your getaway vehicle is parked some ways away so as to not be suspicious.

Piling into the passenger seat, exhaustion hits you all at once and you're thankful that Mark is the one driving. You pull off your gloves and hat and he does the same.

With no one following you, your partner drives cautiously in order to not draw any unwanted attention, careful to abide by traffic laws and always on the lookout for cops.

‘There's tissues and water in the glove box,’ he says after a few minutes, expression hard-lined and inscrutable, eyes focused on the road.

There's a thick tension in the car, uncharacteristically quiet save for the limited traffic outside and the rumble of the engine. You blow your nose, and it feels awkward in the silence, only broken on occasion by your sniffing. You take a sip of water, grateful for the coolness against your chapped lips and dry throat.

Eventually, you decide you don't want to endure the tension any longer, and you're too tired to let your little mishap turn into an argument; it was your fault, after all.

‘I'm sorry.’

Mark sighs. He glances at you, then back to the road.

‘It's okay. It's not your fault you're sick, it's just… Why didn't you tell me?’

‘Didn't want to ruin the heist.’ You laugh, but it's strained and weak, void of any real mirth or humour. ‘But I guess I kinda messed up on that anyway, huh?’

He lets out a small huff of laughter. ‘Yeah, no shit.’

You look down at your hands, folded in your lap.

‘Hey, it's not a big deal,’ he consoles. ‘We got what we came for and we didn't get caught. That's about as much as we can say for most of our heists.’

Your gaze stays downcast; he does make a good point, but it doesn't stop you from feeling a little guilty.

Mark must notice, because he reaches across to place a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, other hand still keeping the wheel steady.

You put your own hand over his, grateful for the comfort. You close your eyes and will away the growing dizziness and brain fog, the warmth from his now ungloved palm reassuring.

‘Look buddy, I need you to know I'm not mad or anything, just a bit upset that you didn't tell me in the first place… and annoyed at myself for not catching onto the fact sooner. I just thought… I thought you felt like you could be honest with me about this stuff.’

There's an undeniable hurt in his tone that makes you look up at him. He is still intently focused on the road ahead, despite there being rather few other people and cars out at this time of night, and you know it's out of choice — he takes his eyes off the streets in favour of looking your way for much longer than necessary when he wants to. Usually you'd chide him for doing so, but right now you can't help but wish he'd properly meet your eyes, just for a moment.

‘No – I can. I can tell you nearly everything, I – I'm sorry.’ You take a steadying breath, organising your thoughts. ‘You were just – really looking forward to this one, and there was no better day for it, everything lined up perfectly for us to go tonight. This stupid cold had to turn up and it started out as just a sore throat, no big deal, and well… I thought I could stick it out a little longer despite feeling like crap, but…’ You trail off, turning to look out the window as he approaches your shared base, returning his hand to the wheel.

He pulls up, setting the car to park, and finally turns his head to fully face you, placing a hand on your knee to get your attention.

He says your name, and it sounds like a term of endearment. For someone so bold and often brash, he can be surprisingly tender, a side of him that rarely anyone but you gets to see. ‘I rely on you, and you can rely on me… but part of that means we have to tell each other these things.’

‘Yeah, OK…’

‘Pinky promise?’

‘What are you, five?’

‘I'm serious,’ he says firmly, holding out his finger to emphasise the point.

Smiling, you hook your pinky around his own and shake on it, but not without rolling your eyes first.

‘Good,’ he says, pleased. ‘Now that that's settled, let's get inside, hm?’

While Mark retrieves the loot and stows it for the time being, you let yourself in, settling on the small couch in the living room. You take off your shoes and unzip your vest, easing it off your aching limbs.

The nausea and dizziness seems to have passed but you feel hot, yet a little shivery, and you're on the verge of nodding off when Mark appears in front of you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. If it's even possible, you feel incrementally hotter with his touch as you return his concerned gaze through sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

‘I think you've got a fever, bud. C'mon, time for bed.’

You groan in protest, too drained to move, instead letting your head fall forward to plop against his chest, the soft texture of his plain black sweater a comforting feel against your fevered skin.

‘Oh boy, what am I gonna do with you…?’ he murmurs, bringing a hand up to pat your hair. He speaks softly, and with such affection that your heart would probably be doing somersaults if you weren't so tired and ill.

‘Alright, upsy-daisy.’ In one quick motion, he picks you up, carrying you bridal style to your room, and for once you don't object.

‘Hey, you better not make me sick too,’ he warns without an ounce of actual distaste, as you practically nuzzle your face into him.

He gently lays you in bed, tucking covers around you.

‘I'll be right back.’

You instantly miss his presence, tugging the blanket up a little around yourself.

He returns before long with a box of tissues, the bottle of water you'd been drinking and some painkillers, leaving them by your bedside. He places a wet face cloth beside you as well.

‘I know you're probably feeling cold but I don't want your temperature to get too high, so use this, and keep drinking water.’

You nod, about ready to drift to sleep.

‘Call me if you need anything, OK? I won't be far.’

‘Don't you want to sleep?’

‘I will in a little while, but you can still call me.’

‘Ok,’ you reply appreciatively. ‘Thanks for… looking after me.’

‘Someone's got to.’ He smiles at you gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

After a pause, he gets up to leave, pulling the door closed but leaving a gap the width of his face.

‘Rest up, buddy.’

He makes a quick kissing sound in your direction before shutting the door fully, his footsteps receding down the hallway.

Your face feels very warm.

Must be the fever, you think, placing the towel on your forehead with a yawn, before swiftly falling asleep.

#title from Violet by Wild Party #once again lolol I just really like that song #dude this so self-indulgent >-<😳#I miss being babied and taken care of when sick and it SHOWS😖#amee writes #ahwm #partners in crime #heist mark x reader #heist mark x y/n #heist!mark x y/n #heist!mark #heist mark #mark iplier #x reader #a heist with markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier cu

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mywidelyopeneyes · 11 months

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Dating Markiplier Headcanons

Here you go guys! Hope you enjoy!

He's a hopeless romantic. Even though he's a famous gamer and internet celebrity, Marks is a sucker for romance. He loves flowers, love letters, and grand gestures.

He's a great listener. Mark will always be there for you, whether you need a shoulder to cry on or just someone to vent to. He's a great listener and will offer you advice and comfort when you need it most.

He's a food lover. Mark isn't afraid to admit that his favorite thing to do is eat! He loves trying new cuisines, experimenting with recipes, and sharing his love of food with others.

He's a dedicated partner. Mark takes his relationships seriously and puts his all into making them work. He'll do anything to make you happy, whether it means taking you out for a romantic dinner, planning an adventurous trip, or just spending quality time together.

He's a true gentleman. Mark knows how to treat a lady (or gentleman). He'll open doors, pull out chairs, and offer you his jacket when you're cold. He's all about making sure your comfort and happiness come first.

He's a goofy guy. Even though Mark is famous and respected for his gaming skills, he's also a total goofball. He loves to joke around, crack puns, and make silly faces. He's the kind of person who can always make you laugh.

He's a big softie. Mark might seem tough on the outside, but he's actually a big softie. He loves animals, children, and anything cute. He's always ready to offer a hug or a sympathetic ear when you're having a bad day.

He's a talented performer. Mark isn't just good at video games; he's also a skilled vocalist and actor. He loves to sing, play musical instruments, and even perform on stage. He's the kind of person who loves to put on a show and entertain others.

He's a tech wizard. Mark knows his way around a computer, and he's always eager to try out new technology. He's the kind of guy who can fix your printer and program your robot vacuum cleaner in a heartbeat.

Marks a great communicator. He understands the importance of open and honest communication in a relationship, and he's always willing to talk things through with you, whether you're arguing, laughing, or just spending quality time together. He's the kind of guy who will never leave you in the dark, and he's always there to offer a listening ear or a word of advice when you need it most. He's someone who you can trust with anything, and he won't hesitate to share his thoughts and feelings with you, too. He's just an all-around awesome partner who values communication and honesty above all else.

#markiplier #mark #markplier #markiplier egos #a heist with markiplier #markiplier yancy #in space with markipler spoilers #markiplier x reader

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elenavr13 · 6 months

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Echoes of Old Friends

Darkiplier x DA

Warnings: swearing

After the events of WKM, the DA attempts to move on & create a life for themselves despite being trapped in the mirror. Against their hopes & wishes, their past seeks them out in the form of a familiar face.

*What Could Have Been- Sting*

*I may expand this & turn it into a complete story in the future.*

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Daylight filters through the cracked glass reflecting the main entrance of the decrepit, forgotten manor. Mindlessly flipping through the pages of one of the books I have read a thousand times, I suddenly feel a chill crawl down my spine. What the hell? The physical feeling startles me back to reality because I haven’t felt anything like that in years. Immediately, I close the book & scan the room, nothing not even in the outside world. Faint tapping screams through the silence-drowned manor. Probably just the weather. After a few seconds, it occurs again. This time I realize the odd sound is coming from inside the house. My mind starts spinning with ideas of what type of animal has climbed through a broken window or one of the rotting walls. Maybe it’s another raccoon coming to search through the rubble or maybe the squirrel I saw the other day has come back. Excited to see a living creature, I get up to find it. Before I can even travel to the next reflection, a voice freezes me in place.

“Y/n, I know you’re in there. Come out.” There’s people here!

“Y/n?” I whisper to myself. Something about that name tugs at my heart. Then again that voice is also eerily familiar. I jump from reflection to reflection searching for any sign of the people with no luck. Suddenly, the realization hits me. Y/n, that was- is my name. My name is Y/n. I haven’t heard that name in years. The last time I…that voice…Damien? Appearing in the mirror that holds my soul hostage, I see the man who used me & shattered my heart. Sorrow in addition to hope consumes me upon seeing him but it quickly gets replaced by bubbling rage.

“Why are you back?” I seethe.

“You don’t seem very pleased to see me.” His smooth voice provokes me.

“& why should I be? You’re the last person I ever want to see.”

His jaw clenches but he continues. “I can get you out of there.”

“I don’t want your help.”

He smirks. “Stubborn as always but I can give you what you want. All I’m asking is that you…”

“I want you to leave.” He appears taken back.

“Even after all these years you still blame me. We were happy before that night & we can still be happy if you will only listen to me.” Anger emanates from his voice as it increases in volume.

Unfazed by his temper, I snap back. “We? There is no ‘we’ not after what you did, Damien.”

“It’s Dark now.” He sneers

“Oh, I apologize, Dark.”

“That snake took everything away from me! I was merely protecting you from him. It was for the best.”

“You know what would have been ‘for the best’? If I had never agreed to your fucking deal. I trusted you & you betrayed me. Mark may have been the cause of all this but he never did anything to me. You on the other hand took everything away from me! I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Just leave me alone! Leave me alone like you have for the past however many years it’s been.”

“91” My anger immediately dissolves from his simple answer. 91? It’s been 91 years since that night? I’ve been trapped in a reflection utterly alone for nearly a century?

“You just expect me to agree to your plan after you abandoned me for a century? I’ve managed to make some semblance of a life without you- without anyone for that matter. I Don’t Need You. Why do you even want to ‘help’ me? I don’t have anything anymore. I am just a reflection of a person because of you. So tell me, what are you going to gain from ‘helping’ me? ”

He continues to stare back with a blank expression which only ticks me off more. Before I do anything irrational –like I could– I begin to leave to another reflection in the manor. “I miss you.” His baritone voice stops me.

Without turning back around to face him, I say, “Little late for that, Damien.”

A deep growl keeps me in place. “I tried to play nice & you still view me as the bad guy. I thought you were better than that.” This time I spin on my heels to face the man I used to believe was my friend.

“& I thought you were better than to destroy what we had.”

“I didn’t destroy…”

“Go ahead, keep blaming Mark for your actions.” Suddenly he takes a hold of the frame surrounding my vision of the outside world & rips the mirror off the wall.

“I have heard enough of your insolence.”

“Put Me Back! Damien, put…”

“Stop calling me that name!” I glare daggers at him but he seems to be amused by it. “How are you even going to stop me, doll?”

“I’m not your doll.” Rage gets the best of me I throw a punch which would have made contact with his smug face if not for the glass separating us. Instead of flinching, his smirk just grows as he leaves the manor with me in tow. I attempt to jump to another reflection but some force keeps me tethered to the single, wretched, glass prison. Knowing there is nothing I can do, I fall silent, exhausted from my outburst. Why can’t I just be happy? I was just starting to get better & move on. Now Damie- Dark is back to remind me of the life that was stolen from me. What did I do to deserve this endless suffering?

#markiplier #darkiplier #youtuber ego #ahwm #darkiplier x y/n #ahwm darkiplier #darkiplier x da #who killed markiplier #a heist with markiplier #wkm district attorney #wkm #wkm damien #darkiplier x reader

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mothgodofchaos · 8 months

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A R K for Dark, please?

A - Affection:

He's very passive in the way he shows his adoration. He enjoys doing things for you, or simply being in the room with him is enough. But when it comes to physical, it's the small touches. The kiss to your palm or knuckles, brushing your hair out of your face, a gentle hand on the small of your back when you stand together.

R - Remember:

Those moments up at his cabin, that one week of the year in which he'd be able to take a reprieve from his mayoral duties. Snuggling by the fire, making coffee or tea on the wood stove, and watching movies on the old projector.

K - Kisses:

When he's being a gentleman, your hands are his favorite place. Your palms when you hold his face, or your knuckles when you take his hand in yours. When he holds you, he kisses your temples and cheeks. He's always slow, gentle, and savoring.

#150 Follower Event #darkiplier #dark #markiplier egos #wkm darkiplier #wkm dark #darkiplier x reader #dark x reader #wkm darkiplier x reader #wkm dark x reader #a heist with markiplier #ahwm #who killed markiplier #wkm #midnight mint #chaosanswers

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Howdy! i have a request? kinda based on "i don't wanna be free", reader is a rookie guard and almost gets stabbed by another prisoner but Yancy stops them and they become friends, if thats alright?

Another day, another close-call with a prisoner.

They tried sneaking up on you while you were standing on-guard, watching the others in the yard. You were too distracted by the small group playing basketball together to notice the person armed with a shiv behind you.

Then you heard the shout of a certain man from Ohio and looked just in time to see your attacker getting tackled to the ground.

“What’re yous doing?!!”

“You said it was okay, boss! We can stab ‘em, right?!! We made a whole song about it!!”

"Parole ain’t even up yet, punk! No reason to be doin’ this now!!”

“Hey, hey!! Break it up!!” Infuriated, you managed to separate the two, with the other person getting a lot of bruises on their face and arms. They scowled at you, but you managed to wrestle the shiv from their grasp.

They would’ve fought for it back had Mr. Murderslaughter not showed up after hearing all the commotion. But you explained the situation and had your attacker hauled off by a higher-ranking officer to solitary.

You just sighed. ‘Just another day for a rookie officer..why do they always gotta target us?’

“You okay, officer?”

Looking over at Yancy, you smiled tiredly and nodded. “Yeah, thanks..I-I didn’t even see them coming. Guess that makes me a rookie, still. But...” You eyed him suspiciously. “They said you guys made a song about harming us..is there something my boss needs to know?”

“U-Uh no!” He shook his head. “We made up a song about uh..how much we love prison! It’s just for fun!! I wasn’t expectin’ anybody to take it so literally.”

“Oh, really?” You hummed, curious.

“...yeah...”

Of course, almost everyone in this penitentiary has heard of Yancy’s musical talent, and how his recent song made it very clear that he loved living here and wasn’t actually trying to escape at all.

“.....well you should work on changing the lyrics so your buddies don’t get the wrong idea.”

“Huh? “Buddies”?? I didn’t even know the guy who tried stabbin’ yous!” He huffed in defense, though his pout vanished as he thought over your suggestion. “But..alright. I’ll change it. You wanna see the revisions when I'm done?”

“Sure thing. I’m going on break.” You checked your watch. “Take care, Yancy.”

“Ay yous too, officer!” He grinned, before he rushed back to his cell to fix the song lyrics.

.............

“Officer [Y/n]!!!”

It was early in the morning, and you were just getting some quick breakfast before your shift.

Yet Yancy rushed over to your table, wide awake like an excited kid on Christmas morning. He held a paper in his hand, grinning from ear to ear as he sat beside you.

You found it a bit odd he was acting so...nice to you, considering he usually didn’t like the guards--rookies or not. But he did save your life yesterday and seemed serious about wanting your advice.

This was the least you could do for him.

“Morning, Yancy. So what you got for me here?” You looked at the paper, seeing it was a songsheet. It was titled I Don’t Wanna Be Free, which..wasn’t all that surprising. It got straight to the point.

You saw he changed the “shiv a rookie guard” lyrics to “kick” instead.

That’s it. Just one word.

Looking up at him, and seeing his eyes shimmering with hope that he gained your approval, you just politely smiled and sighed.

"Well, it's better than being stabbed, I suppose."

#clanask #anonymous #iplier egos x reader #ahwm x reader #a heist with markiplier x reader #ahwm yancy x reader #yancy x reader #platonic

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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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jokingmisfit · 11 months

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Markiplier Egos As Contacts In My Phone

Annus- 🤍Anus🤍

Darkiplier- 🥀Dark🥀

Darkiplier(Alternative)- 😏Daddy😏

Wilford- 🥸The Stacheman🥸

Wilford(Alternative)- 🫨Bubblegum Bitch🫨

Yancy- 🔪Sinnamonroll🔪

Dr.Iplier- 🧑‍⚕Your Dying🧑‍⚕

Google- 💻Smartass💻

Bing- 🛹Radical Dude🛹

Illinois- 🤠Indiana Jones🤠

Yanderiplier- 🫶Unstable Child🫶

Captain Magnum- 🏴‍☠️Dadptain🏴‍☠️

Engineer!Mark- 🧑‍🚀M2702 Boi🧑‍🚀

Eric Derikson- 🤓Cinnamonroll🤓

Old-man Mark- 🧓Granddaddy🧓

Host- 🫥Narrator🫥

Murdock- 🦆Murduck🦆

Heist!Mark- 💣Smooth Criminal💣

Stan- 💦The Water Man💦

Actor- 🕺Dramatic Bitch🕺

Jim and Jim- 👬Jim(s)👬

Cave Man Mark- Doesn't have a phone

Heehoo- Also doesn't have a phone

#characters as contacts in my phone #i hc that jims heist!mark bing and dark all put in their own contact #also hc that heehoo and caveman mark cant have phones cause they break them #definitely would have to force dark to add a damn emoji #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #markiplier #in space with markipler spoilers #a heist with markiplier #who killed markiplier

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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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Tag List Form

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Youse wanna tell me about it?”

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

“Really?”

He hummed. “I’ll try to stay awake.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But-”

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

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

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

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

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Tag List:

@writeawaythepain

@hyperfixat

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

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