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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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could you do illinois x fem!reader

you get home from work. As you cook for dinner, you put it on plate, all the sudden illinois came home, he came to you that you felt dizzy, you honestly fainted that illinois catches you, he carry you to bedroom, everything is gonna be fine

(hope you will write it, thanks and have a good day)

Catch

I was trying to think of a specific way to make this for femme reader, so apologies if this isn't truly femme. But I actually had something similar happen to me recently. Yes, I am okay, don't worry about it.

Illinois x F!Reader, TW: passing out Words: 692

It had been a long day, and you hadn’t really made sure you were taking care of yourself. Your boss had been harping on you for not getting enough work done, so you had worked through your lunch break. You were really only running on your morning coffee and spite when you pulled into the driveway. There wasn’t much time to relax as you knew that Illinois was going to be home soon, and you wanted to make sure dinner was ready. Sure, you both work really hard, but he had been away on another expedition and you wanted to make an apology for not being able to pick him up from the airport.

Quickly throwing together dinner made your head spin a little, reassuring yourself that you’d sit down shortly. You kicked off your heels into the dining room, feet aching from the long day of working in the office. Your balance wavered for just a moment, making sure that you caught yourself on something other than the hot stove.

The sound of tires on the asphalt outside sent your heart beating a little bit faster in excitement, looking out the window to see him climbing out the back of a taxi. Luckily, dinner was just about finished. You turned off the burners, stirring the pan once more as the jingle of keys behind you alert to his entrance.

“I’m home, treasure! Oh, you make me dinner, babygirl~?"

Your head whips around, albeit too quickly when he enters the kitchen. You watch his smirk turn into panic as you lose your balance, vision turning black as your body goes limp. He manages to dive forward fast enough to keep you from hitting the floor, scooping you up into his arms. He moves you to the couch, elevating your feet up, cushioning around you as he makes sure you’re still breathing.

Honestly, if you had been one of his working partners, he’d be a little bit more worried. But he kept you safe, at home, with your pup. Nugget comes over, greeting him excitedly before he turns his attention to you, head underneath Illinois’ arm, snoot poking through the gap. Illy sets Nugget up on the couch with you, grabbing you some water from the kitchen.

Your head is gently moved into his lap, still making sure you’re flat. You have no idea how long you were out for, but a golden snoot nosing at your hand for pets is the first thing you register when you regain consciousness. Illy’s hands, gloves long removed, combs through your hair as you rest in his lap. His smile returns, gentle and caring instead of his usual flirtatious and smug.

“Good morning, sweetheart? My babygirl get so excited to see me that you’re gonna start fainting on me~?”

His tone is teasing, but you can still hear the underlying tone of concern as he brushes the hair out of your face, gently easing you up so you’re sitting in his lap, head resting back on his shoulder as his arms keep you upright. With one of his hands, he grabs your water, helping you take small sips through the straw as he keeps you steady.

“I didn’t mean to! I’ve been busy today, my boss made me work through my lunch…”

“Have you not eaten yet today? Have you drank any water?”

“...no…”

He sighs lovingly exasperatedly.

“Sweetheart, I need you to be taking care of yourself. Can’t have my precious treasure turn into a pile of dust. Not when you can be beautiful and gleaming. But, I’m home now. I’ll talk to your boss since you mentioned him overworking y’all before.”

“Don’t do that, that- I’ll be fine…”

“Clearly not, because you just fainted into my arms the moment I step through the door. I hope you don’t plan on making a habit out of that~”

A kiss to your temple reassures he’s not mad at you, just understandably concerned. You’ll be snuggling there for a while. Perhaps if he’s charming enough, he’ll convince you to take a sick day. Just a day of him taking care of you, just what the doctor ordered.

#illinois james #illinois james markiplier #ahwm illinois #ahwm #illinois x reader #illinois james x reader #ahwm illinois x reader #ahwm illinois james x reader #markiplier egos #f!reader #pantry dweller #chaoswrites #TW: passing out

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writtengalaxies · 9 months

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HI HI HI could I mayhaps get some Illinois hcs/a fic with him and a reader that's sorta. His rival? Like they'll find each other in tombs or dungeons and they'll quip and race each other to the center to find what they're looking for, that sorta thing. Preferably with plenty of Tension(TM), where they're like. Definitely flirting. Rivals homoerotic style you know

OH I GOTCHU. (We love a homoerotic rival situation in this house.) (Also omg I'm so sorry this has been sitting, I finally have more than two days off to do everything dfghjk)

Illinois fucking James.

Sometimes you beat him, sometimes he beat you. You'd swear he was tracking your movements and plans...and honestly there was a good likelihood of that too, considering you were doing the same damn thing. It didn't help that he often flashed you that smug smile that lit up his stupid, handsome face. Or that he didn't talk down to you like others in your shared fields (both of history and treasure hunting) did. Or that you both kept saving each other's lives from traps.

It just wouldn't do if one of you died, right? Where would the fun in it all be if it wasn't for that?

It also didn't help that you caught the way his face looked at that first fancy function that you both showed up to attend, and you felt a smug bit of pride in how he looked flabbergasted and flustered over your appearance. You just didn't talk about how his appearance in his own fine, form-fitting suit, sans his stupid hat, threw you for a loop too. Or the way you both were proud of the ways you both handled questions and dodged individuals by sidling up next to one and other, spitting plenty of quips between you both as you danced.

So what if some of your non-adventuring colleagues, who had no idea what you did in your free time, thought you two made a dashing pair. You ignored their comments about your closeness, the way you two seemed to read each other's body language without needing words. You especially ignored their pointed questions, asking if you were sure you and Mr. James weren't an item?

And just because you've both seen each other at your most vulnerable moments, hurt or needing help, and neither of you ever hesitated, that didn't mean anything. Just because you wanted to kiss that damn smile off his face, or you caught him staring at your lips sometimes, eyes clouded over with some thought or another...or just because okay maybe you have kissed a few times, but that was just the adrenaline high trapped between the two of you, nothing serious, right?

Especially not because, after a night where you were forced to share the same tent because the winding tomb you were in partially collapsed and you had lost your supplies, he had quietly said "The greatest treasure I could ever steal would be your heart...darlin'~" with a wink.

That bastard.

#my writing #askbox and you shall receive #markiplier egos #ahwm illinois #markiplier illinois #iswm illinois #gn!reader x illinois #illinois james you motherfu #khaki colored flirt

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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You: Illy, why are there scratches all over your back?

Illinois: *flashbacks to when he chased a raccoon after you told him to leave it alone*

Illinois: I'm having an affair

#TELL ME IM WRONG #ahwm illinois #illinois iplier #illinois jones #illinois james #illinois x reader #incorrect ahwm quotes #incorrect markiplier ego quotes

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Blackjack

There's always a little bit of a gamble when it comes to love anyways, right?

Illinois x GN!Reader, TW: gambling Words: 453

How does one pass the time while traveling the middle of nowhere with their companion? Card games. Infinite amounts of card games. If it exists, you’ve probably played it. Even if it doesn’t exist, you’ve probably played it. You’ve learned that Illinois keeps a small sack of portable games with him at all times, which holds no less than seven decks of cards. How he keeps that and still somehow look like he’s carrying a lighter load than you are on your expeditions? No idea.

But this is one of those days. You’re flying first class this time, a luxury afforded to you by the clients who hired you to investigate this next temple. Sitting across from each other, he pulls out his bag of games, setting it on the table with a smirk. Rolling your eyes, you clear off the table of your puzzle books, cracking your knuckles as he pulls out a single deck of cards. “What are we playing this time?”

“Blackjack.” “Isn’t that a gambling game?” “Yes it is. If I win, I get to kiss you~”

You jolt back in your seat, eyes meeting his as he raises his eyebrow at you, hiding a smirk behind his hand. “Scared, treasure~?” “N-no… what if I win?” “You get to kiss me~” You squint at him for a moment, nodding as he deals. He pulls out a small stack of chips, putting one on either yours or his side based on who wins the round. After about an hour of playing blackjack, his stack was considerably taller than yours. You knew a large portion of it was luck, but goddamn was he some lucky son of a bitch.

“Looks like I’m gonna win, treasure. And might I say, my prize looks delicious~” A haze of red builds on your cheeks, avoiding his gaze as you pat your face, trying to make it go down. “Illinois James-”

“Yes, that’s my name~” Smug bastard.

He moves in, grabbing your chin as he kisses you as smooth as the words he had been speaking to you. You melt in his hold a little bit, leaning onto him. It’s as he pulls away, looking into his eyes as he smirks down at you, your head on his shoulder, that it clicks.

“Did you just want to kiss me??”

“Maybe, and I was bored. Solved both with one smooth move. And you still fell for it~”

You smack him on the shoulder as he laughs, stealing his hat while he’s distracted. His eyes go wide as you put it on, standing up so you gaze down at him. Hope you’re ready to join the mile high club based off of that look in his eyes.

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Postcards

I’m not dead! Health has been kicking my ass, and so has this fic idea. I hope you enjoy your adventurer man content.

Illinois x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 1218

Ever since your adventure together, you decided to keep in touch. Cell service wasn’t always available, so you both agreed to become pen pals. He’d write you letters or postcards from wherever he was in the world, sometimes sending you a small trinket or some other gift. You’d always write about it back to him, about how much you liked (or disliked) it. His sending address was always different, but he always assured you that he was getting your letters. Something about a friend that was house sitting for him or something along those lines. Marquis? You think that was the name, but you couldn’t be sure. As long as he wasn’t reading what you were sending, you didn’t really care. You looked forward to getting your mail, or the occasional text from him whenever he was in the airport. He’d send a selfie when he could, always sporting that charismatic grin and that stupid hat of his. But suddenly it was just, silence. He mentioned in his last text that you may not hear from him for a bit, that he was going on a “big adventure”. Something about scoring the biggest treasure of his career. You thought it would simply be another week or so, but it’s been months of nothing. No texts, no calls, no postcards, no letters. You wondered if maybe he got lost, or if this last one had been his final one. Until your phone begins buzzing, and you hear the rare but familiar chime of the Indiana Jones theme song. Your heart skips a beat as you pick up the phone frantically, your thumb missing the button to accept a few times. “Illy! Illy, where on Earth have you been! I’ve gotten nothing for months!” “I’m sorry, treasure. Just got a little caught up and didn’t have the time to mail the postcards I got for you. Have a big ol’ stack of them for you right in my hand.” He sounded out of breath, until you heard the slam of a car door, and his breathing slow, presumably he’s sitting down in it now. He gives some sort of instruction to the driver that you can’t make out, but you’re relieved just hearing his voice. “I’m gonna be on the road for a bit, why don’t you and I make up for lost time, no letter, just on the phone, here?” “Will you have service the whole time?” “Oh, absolutely, treasure. I’ll be okay. Just tell me how life has been.” As prompted, you begin telling him about all the things that have happened to you recently. How you got promoted and the guy who thought he was gonna get it is being all passive aggressive now and trying to undermine you, or how your car got hit by a rogue frying pan in an IKEA parking lot. He chuckles and offers his condolences, but as much as you try and pry, he insists he just wants to hear you talk. So you continue talking. About how you wanted to get a golden retriever puppy that you saw at the shelter near your work, name him “Nugget”. “That sounds like a perfect name, very fitting knowing you.” You beam at his compliment. The more you continue to talk, the better you feel. You make dinner as you’re on the phone with him, switching to Bluetooth earbuds so you can have your hands free. He spoke about how one day he’d like to cook with you. He enjoys cooking, but never has time with his job. You add it to a mental checklist of things to do with him, one day. For a few hours, you stay on the phone with him. Sometimes you were worried that you lost him, but he always assured you that he was still there if he was quiet for too long. It felt like he was there with you, and a big part of you wished he was. You hear the car stop, and the door open, and then slam shut again. He pays the driver, and you hear him hoist his pack onto his back, starting his trek to somewhere again. “Don’t sound so disappointed, sweetheart. I’m still on the phone with you.” “I know, but soon you won’t be. When will I see you again, Illy?” “I think sooner than you think~” You hear a knock at the door, surprising you. You open the door to see your adventurer standing in front of you, and watch as he hangs up the call in front of you. “Illy-” He lifts you up with his tanned arms, the shift of his shirt showing off his impressive farmer’s tan. You’re pulled up until you’re nose to nose with your adventurer, looking into each others’ eyes. You couldn’t help but get lost in his honey-golden eyes, that twinkles and shined as his infectious grin creeps back onto his face. “You came, you came to see me-” “I had to make sure my last adventure was for the most priceless treasure I could find. I’ve been all over the globe, but nothing has ever measured up to you~” A blush spreads across your cheeks, not used to the smooth talking that you used to simply brush off the last time you saw him. But, you couldn’t help but notice his face. Not the usual expression when he’s just trying to fluster you, a genuine smile, that he meant every word. Impatience gets the better of you, and you grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss felt like all those years apart, all the letters, all the calls, the glimpses of him that you had been holding onto, and so much more. He was warm, like cinnamon, honey, and citrus tea. Soothing the harshest of colds, homey, and wonderful. And yours. You break from the kiss, both of you catching your breath as he sets you down. He guides you into the kitchen, setting a stack of postcards on the counter. He wasn’t kidding about the size, but you notice a lack of writing on them. “Will you go get your postcards for me, sweetheart?” “S-sure-” You move to the living room, grabbing the postcards you kept from the drawer or your desk. You bring them back to the kitchen, and he takes them from you gently. “I wasn’t able to send these in time, so I hope this will do.” He sets them up on the counter, overlapping them so only the first letter of the location was visible, carefully aligning their edges. You’re mesmerized as he works quietly, humming to himself. He steps back, guiding you gently by your shoulders to look at his work. You cover your mouth with a short gasp as you read it all out. “WILL YOU BE MY TREASURE FOREVER” He breaks the silence, rubbing your shoulders. “Sorry about the lack of punctuation, couldn’t find places that started with a comma or question mark~” He chuckles, but your lack of change in your expression begins to concern him. “Treasure…?” “Yes, Illy-” “Ye-” You turn around, pulling him down into a kiss that he happily reciprocates. “I’m not going anywhere without you, ever again. Or our little golden Nugget~” “Can we get him tomorrow??” “Anything for my precious treasure~”

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Breakout

A continuation of the heist Illinois timeline! Gotta being in some reinforcements.

Illinois x GN!Reader, Yancy, TW: none Words: 752

You had been on the run for a bit, hiding out in Illinois’ safehouse as you scoped out the next target. It was an ancient fukiya, or a Japanese blow dart flute. This one was specifically disguised as a flute, and had been in the possession of the wrong country for far too long. But unfortunately, this job looked to be too difficult for the two of you, even with your skills combined.

What you needed, were reinforcements. Illinois mentioned that there was a guy that he knew who was currently in prison for their last heist together. He tried to break him out when he did, but his partner insisted on staying. Illinois had heard rumors that he had applied for parole, but it had unfortunately been a while since the last time he saw him. He tried to keep up a tradition of visiting every third Sunday, but both of them knew that wasn’t always going to be realistic with Illinois’ job.

You pull into the parking lot of the prison, going through security checks. Weirdly enough, they let Illy keep his whip. Why? Maybe they knew he was enough of a regular, but honestly, you had absolutely zero clue. You passed through multiple gates, a little frightened when you realize this is the place you two would’ve ended up if you had gotten caught in that supply closet. You keep your head up and looking around as you are lead to the visitation area, a room opened off to the side for the two of you.

It was a few minutes before another man entered the room, escorted by guards. His face lights up when he sees Illinois, but shifts to minor confusion when he sees you. He’s dressed in a white tee and striped prison pants, his arms coated in tattoos. Honestly, you were a bit intimidated by him, pushing your chair back a little so Illy was slightly in front of you, shielding you. Illinois looked between the two of you, before the guards leave, leaving the three of you alone in the visitation room.

“I’m sorry it’s been so long, Yance.”

“It’s okay. I know youse’s busy. Who’s this?”

Yancy points at you, which makes you jump back in your seat a little bit at being acknowledged.

“This is a little treasure I picked up at my last job.”

A reassuring hand is placed on your shoulder as Illinois’ gaze doesn’t leave Yancy, who looks equally unsure. It’s like the worst version of mixing two friend groups. You begin to feel a bit uncomfortable, glancing at the door.

“You two will like each other, I promise. And Yancy, we’ll get you out of here, I promise.”

“What made youse think that I want to get out?”

“Didn’t you apply for parole?”

Yancy looks at him, a bit surprised. Mostly like he had been caught in something he wasn’t supposed to be doing.

“That was supposed to be a surprise, especially since it’s not guaranteed…”

He rubs the back of his head sheepishly, ruffling his hair a bit. Illinois places his other hand on Yancy’s arm, reassuring the both of you.

“I can make sure you get out and stay out. It was my fault we got caught the first time. Please, Yance. Let me make it up to you.”

Yancy considers the offer, the room falling silent as you and Illy give him room to think. You scan the room for cameras or microphones, not wanting the three of you to get caught, but you see nothing. And considering the box of a room you’re sitting in is made of almost purely concrete, there isn’t much of a space to hide one either. You take a deep breath of relief, which breaks the silence as Yancy goes to speak.

“Alright’s, but youse owe me a milkshake too.”

“I can do a milkshake just fine. We’ll be back later tonight. I promise. Try and stay awake.”

“Always do.”

A guard knocks on the door, indicating five more minutes of the visit. It’s mostly spent getting you and Yancy acquainted, easing the tensions that were seeming to build just by you being in the room. The visit ends, Yancy hugging the two of you goodbye, with a wink exchanged with Illy.

You and Illinois make it back out to the Jeep, climbing in as you get ready to leave.

“What did you mean by being back later, Illy?”

“We’re gonna break him out of this place, of course.”

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Amber

Stole this prompt from @writtengalaxies, because I adore writing Illy. He’s such a flirty douchebag /aff

Illinois x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 799

You had plans to take this jewel for months. It’d sell for a fortune, and a fortune you needed. Or at least, wanted. Have to pay off student debt somehow. This piece of amber is one of the largest in existence, taken from Norway. Said to be the stone that one of the largest Viking families carried around their necks, a generational stone said to protect their families. Inspired by the necklace of Freyja. Surely it’d sell for a high price, and you knew how to get bidders to cough up more money.

You stayed in the museum a bit, hiding in spots that the cameras just happened to miss. Then you noticed the cameras went out, what a lucky coincidence. You took that moment full force, moving in to get your prize. The glass case lifts off easily, gently set onto the floor. Your gloved hands carefully handled the merchandise as you smiled to yourself, when you felt a large body behind you. “Hello there, sweetheart. You after the amber too?” The voice was sickly sweet, flipping around to see a man towering over you, dressed completely in khaki tan. An adventurer’s hat adorns his head, blocking out the harsh spotlight that shines above the case, you go to bolt when you see his hand reach for a whip on his belt. “And who might you be, treasure~?” Your eyes are wide, unanswering the large man in front of you. He gently takes the amber out of your hand, putting it into one of the pouches in his belt. You snap out of it, trying to protest as he goes to unclip the whip, making you startle back. “Ah-ah, I got to return this to where it belongs, with its people. And maybe return you too~” His voice was soft, but stern. He coaxed you down the platform, raising your hands in a form of surrender as he guided you out, a hand around your waist. You two make it down to almost the last hallway when you hear a guard walking down on patrol. The khaki crusader pulls you into a supply closet, standing between you and the door, a hand over your mouth to muffle your squeak of surprise. “Shhhh sweetheart, can’t have us getting caught, can we? Then we’ll both get in trouble, and no one gets the amber.” You nod, terrified at this point that this man is going to get a two for one special on things he’s stealing from this museum, and you’re only a limited time display. You try and struggle against him, trying to stay quiet, but you hear him chuckle lowly as you squirm. “Don’t even try anything like that, treasure. I always make it out with the goods. It’ll be alright, you can come with me, I’ll take care of you. Don’t need to worry about stealing yourself. Put those skills to good use, for the greater good~” He pulls you close against him, pressing your body against him. Whether that was his whip or he was excited to see you, you couldn’t tell. You could only let out a muffled response as his calloused hand covered your mouth. You considered his offer, not like you had much going for you anyways, as weird as it sounded. But running off with a random man who is currently keeping you pseudo hostage in a supply closet? Not exactly on your mother’s list of good decisions. You nod your head after some consideration, and he coos at you, his hand grazing down your cheek as he moves it off your mouth. “That’s my treasure. We’re gonna have many more adventures~” Your gut twisted as he said that but frankly, you didn’t exactly have a track record of making good decisions anyways. You both duck out of the closet, making it out of the museum. You go to open the door, right as the security system goes off. “Perhaps we were in that closet for a bit too long, it’ll be fine. I was too. Made it out unscathed that time, and I certainly can do it again~” He grabs your hand, scooping you up into a football carry as he breaks for his Jeep, throwing you in the passenger side as he climbs into the driver’s side. As you begin to protest again, you see the guards begin to race out of the museum and towards your vehicle. That shuts you up, just encouraging him to start driving.

He smirks at you, resting his arm on the back of your chair as he backs the Jeep up, before peeling out of the parking lot. Once enough distance was put between you and the law enforcement, he’s the first one to speak. “Name’s Illinois, Illinois Jones. Pleasure to meet you, treasure~”

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Pan

I fucking finally was able to create this idea. I got confirmation that this is the cryptid that would fit him best from our resident cryptid expert @writtengalaxies.

Fawn!Illinois x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 799

You brush a branch out of your face as you try to make your way to the entrance of the ancient temple. You heard many rumors of a secret pan flute that lies deep within the depths of its chambers, and you were determined to get it out, so that the world can learn about it. Sure, you were an adventurer for priceless artifacts, but you were a hunter of knowledge, and always wished to share your findings with the rest of the world.

Other adventurers were staying away from this temple, saying something along the lines of it being a waste of time, especially for something that isn’t made of valuable materials. But you weren’t looking to sell it, you wanted to know its origins. The history of it. You wanted to learn. You step up to the door, pushing the stone door out of the way as you enter the first chamber, torch lit as you scope it out.

The puzzles to get down into the middle of the temple were fairly easy, don’t step here, don’t get stabbed here, swing across a dark pit of spikes on a vine there. Easy stuff that they could teach youngins in a class called Adventuring 101. You finally got to the vault door as you heard steps behind you, a man in khakis and a large adventuring hat stepping out into your view. The altars in the room obscure your view of his lower half as he walked around, but he was clearly eyeing you.

“And who are you, treasure~?”

“Who am I? Who the fuck are you? I thought I was the only one going after this pan flute!”

“Oh no, sweetheart. You certainly aren’t the only one looking for this precious thing. Now, as kind as you were to disarm the traps, go run along now, the professional has this handled now.”

His hand waves you off as you stand there with a huff, appalled by the audacity that this man thinks he can just swoop in and take the thing that you had been researching and working so hard for. You step closer to him, your hand ripping him away from the door, shoving him back with a surprise.

“And why should I? I was clearly here first! The world needs to learn about this, not for whatever selfish reason that you think you should get it!”

“Selfish? Now I never thought it was particularly selfish to want to get your personal belongings back, but if that’s how it’s viewed now, then sure, it is selfish.”

You look him over with a questioning look, squinting at the strange adventurer man.

“This pan flute belongs to Pan, who you are clearly not…”

He chuckles at you, patting you on the shoulder as he opens the vault door with a single touch.

“If that’s what you think, treasure~”

That wink he added set your nerves aflame as you got angry again, following him in, only focused on getting to the pan flute before he did. You snatch it, smirking as he glares at you from the other side of the pillar. But soon, both of your attentions are snatched as the pillar begins to sink into the ground, you both sprinting out of the vault as a large boulder begins rolling down towards you.

He’s faster than you, and he very quickly realizes it. The adventurer lifts you up into his arms, sprinting away from the boulder as it creeps on the both of you. He dodges quickly, reflexes faster than anyone you had ever seen before as the boulder rolls on past you, still running with you in his arms. The temple slowly begins collapsing behind you, tumbling through the doorway right as the door falls, the entire temple caving in on itself. You look up, a bit stunned, as he stands up, brushing himself off.

“You alright there, sweetheart? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a fawn before.”

Your vision clears to see two distinctly deer legs half disguised in a pair of oversized cargo shorts. You blink a few times, making sure what you’re seeing is actually real. Sure enough, you’re looking at a man who’s half deer. He takes off his hat, antlers sprouting from his combed back hair. You simply laid on the ground, propped up on your elbows, astonished.

“Thanks for your help, sweetheart. It ain’t much, but you have my blessing on all of your next adventures. And while some may call me Pan, you can call me Illinois. Call if you need anything.”

He hands you a horn made from an antler, before bounding off into the surrounding foliage. You looked down at it, as you processed what might’ve been the strangest but most intriguing adventure you’ve ever been on.

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mothgodofchaos · 11 months

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Continuations of previous headcanon lists, you say? Well, how about a continuation of the Damien, Eric, Illinois, and Yancy tag-team dating you? -💙

I'm gonna focus on the gift-giving part of this? And just like, the collections of things you have from them.

Damien:

Mostly responsible for your growing collection of records for the player he got you that you keep in your office

Any time he hears you say that you like a song, he immediately looks for the album if he can

Occasionally enlists the help of the others, who are much more tech savvy than he is

One of your drawers in your desk is purely love notes from him, all filed away by month and year

Illinois:

He learned that you liked little trinkets, so now you have a shelf of little knick-knacks that he finds at garage sales and the like that fit the theme

He has a very strong "crow" instinct, of just grabbing whatever is shiny and gifting it to you

It's very unpredictable of when you'll get these items, because they're often very spur of the moment purchases

And don't you think for a moment that he stopped finding funky rocks to give to you

Yancy:

Your collection of things from him are more memento type things, like movie tickets or receipts from restaurants

While he was in prison, he built a bucket list of things he wanted to do and experience when he got out

Now he gets to take you along with him on his journey, keeping little pieces of paper or items to remember the events

You've scrapbooked the experiences in a binder you keep with him

Eric:

He's still making you lots of homemade things, seeing as that's what he's comfortable with

If you ask him, he gives you a recipe card for the food he made you, or instructions on how to make the ribbon roses

Your recipe box has been growing and you couldn't be happier

Because you know how all of those recipes taste when they're made with love

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Could I get Actor, Engie, Bing, Yancy, Damien, and Illinois with a Y/N who absolutely DOMINATES at Just Dance, like Megastar on Rasputin while singing along and not breaking a sweat level good, headcanons please? I love your work, and seeing you on my dash makes my day a gazillion times better. :)

Awww thank you! And oh boy, I love these ones with tons of egos, makes my brain go whirrrrrrr /pos

Actor:

He may be a show off, but he will do a half-ass job at the dances

He's an actor, not a dancer

Yet he manages to get all the same combos you do, and it frustrates you to know end because you're going above and beyond

Actor's just a little shit like that

Engi:

Super shy, putting in the bare minimum to get an "okay" but you can tell he wants to come out of his shell

Once he sees your energy, he gets more confident

He tries and gives the same energy as you, even if he's not as good

You both end up on the floor, out of breath, laughing your asses off in the end

Bing:

You think he's not the King of Just Dance? You'd be incorrect

He currently holds the high score on all of the dances

All. Of. Them.

There is not one dance that he hasn't tried, and he's equally as good as you

Try and keep up, if you can

Yancy:

He's confused at the concept, thinking it's a free style dance

Once you explain it's choreo, he's all over it

Takes him a couple tries, but he picks up all the dances really quickly

Glances over at you like you're his dance coach, following your lead

Becomes his new favorite game, plays in his free time so he can show off to you next time

Damien:

Gentlemen do not dance like that

Perfectly happy watching you play, even at your insistence to join

Claps along quietly to the song

Gets flustered when you wink at him during a turn, now watching you a lot more intently

Maybe he's watching for other reasons now

Illinois:

He'll try it, but he's really bad

But he's having fun, flirting and getting cocky about winning, despite being very far from it

You can tell he's just enjoying spending time with you

He'll teach you the Devil's Tango afterwards, he promised

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mothgodofchaos · 11 months

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could I ask for more of the just dance hcs? maybe a rematch or some kind of silly competition between them

Absolutely.

Actor:

He's still a jackass, this will not change

He however does not like being shown up by Bing, and rage quits

You have to convince him to play again, as long as Bing isn't with you

That's Bing's game, so he just never plays again

He's a little bitch boy like that

Engi:

He's a lot more confident now!

Love playing the game to wind down after a stressful day

With the regular group, they usually end up laughing and out of breath on the floor

It's the happiest you've seen him in a bit

Bing:

Still the king of Just Dance

That's never going to change, no matter how much you try

And with him being an android, his endurance is like no other

Really that's the only reason why he still has the high scores

Because he can continue dancing after one or two songs

Yancy:

Plays it regularly with Bing and Engi

Has come up with some of his own choreo ideas for some of his favorite songs

Managed to convince Bing and Engi to help him engineer their own version

Of course they're both down

Slowly creeping up on Bing for those high scores

Damien:

Still respectfully watches from a distance

His knee injury unfortunately doesn't let him dance like that anymore

But he's a very cheerful supporter, and now understands the game better

He may be young, but has the spirit of an old man

Illinois:

Knows his dance moves are better fitted on the actual dance floor

Usually standing with Damien, providing commentary

The two of them look like middle aged dads talking over coffee about their kids

It's also amusing because they're roughly the same build too

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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So you know the whole "all egos live in one house" idea, right? Well, a Y/N who's TECHNICALLY hired help, but is treated like "one of them," but they keep to themselves, and are honestly pretty shy, but some egos have taken a liking to them (Yancy, Damien, Eric, Illinois[separate]), and so one day, they walk in as Y/N's working in the kitchen, and is singing "The Masochism Tango," headcanons would be amazing, thank you!

Due to lyrical choices I'm not going to include any of the song, so insert your favorite concerning song here. Personally, I like Bust Your Kneecaps by Pamplamoose. /lh

Yancy:

Walks in to put his dishes into the dishwasher

Knows the song by heart, starts harmonizing with you as you sing

The two of you "dance" around each other in the kitchen, working in sync with one another

Ends with him pulling you into a dip, giving you a quick peck on the cheek, and running out with you chasing him

Damien:

Absolutely flustered that you would know that song at all

Little goodie two shoes man? Know that song? Absolutely not

He's completely silent in the kitchen while making his tea, letting you work

He stays turned away from you to hide his blush

But he does look up the full lyrics once he's in the safety of his study

Illinois:

To say he raises an eyebrow at your song choice is an understatement

Darling, you're not leaving the kitchen at this rate

(I personally headcanon Illinois as a bit of a chef boy, so this is his domain)

Why don't you show him what other songs you know while he fixes you something, as a "thank you"

Anything to hear you sing more is a good enough excuse to him

Eric:

If you think this boy would do anything other than just disintegrate, you're wrong

You don't realize he's there until his prosthetics hit the tile floor as he falls

You spend the next couple hours trying to get the boy un-flustered enough to function at least somewhat

Does not help that you keep touching his face to make sure he's okay

He'll survive, not like he can complain

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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I've had the most GENIUS idea ever! So, a handful of egos (in this case, Damien, Illinois, Yancy, and Eric) having meetings on how to tag-team you, since they all have a crush on you, and are willing to share. (Poor Eric is completely lost and flustered, but they ain't about to exclude him)

I hope this is alright, because I couldn't imagine how else to write this other than in a headcanon list.

Damien:

Is the least direct out of the bunch, more into softer ways of romancing you

But also far more into getting you tons of gifts

Flowers, candies, love notes, whatever your heart desires, at your door

He may offer you a ride in the mayoral limousine on some down time you two share

Illinois:

Flirty bastard if I've ever seen one

Rides in his bright red Jeep, deep in the park where he works

Maybe he likes the way you hold onto his arm as he's working the shift

Drop by your office with a new stone he found that he thought you'd like, picked it out from the giftshop himself

Always dropping hints about himself, and the others, but mostly himself

Yancy:

Sends you playlists and songs that reminded him of you, many cheesy love songs from various musicals

Rides on his motorcycle in the evening, then stopping at the 50's diner for shakes while you watch the sunset

Makes sure your record collection is stocked, so you can play them on the record player Damien got you

Offers up the idea of taking you dancing to the other boys, who all agree

Eric:

Poor nervous boy looks like he's about to turn into a puddle when you even look at him

The other boys try to encourage him to court you like they do, but they don't feel right

You start finding little origami animals on your desk when you walk in, ribbon roses in the vase along with the real ones from Damien

A drawing he'd done of a polaroid Yancy had gotten of the five of you, placed right on your keyboard

You framed it and placed it on your desk next to the actual polaroid, so you could see your boys

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mothgodofchaos · 11 months

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-rises from the abyss like Snape from Potter Puppet Pals-

Could I please get a continuation of the request where Y/N took dance lessons and it was obvious in the way they moved with Eric, Engie, Actor, Host, Night, and Illinois?

Oh boy, more big lists. Let's go! *cracks knuckles*

Eric:

Eric hasn't taken up dancing before because he was worried about his prosthetics being an issue

You drag him on the dance floor, offering him a sort of private lesson

He moves cautiously, being extra careful to not step on your feet

Soon he relaxes his shoulders, and a big grin grows on his face

Maybe he likes dancing after all

Engi:

He waves you off at first, thinking you're joking that you want to dance with him

But you drag his ass to an open spot on the floor and start leading, and he goes bright red

What he was expecting was cheesy dance moves and a night of cringey fun

Instead you have the time of your life sweeping him off his feet

He might be a little wobbly later

Actor:

He may be intentionally bad at Just Dance but if he has an audience? Busting out a whole ass tango

The two of you change dance styles with the music, almost like a battle of who's leading

Adrenaline is pumping as you take over the dance floor, ending with a spotlight above you as he dips you low

He definitely will challenge ask you to dance again

Host:

Man may be able to narrate movements, but doesn't have a good grasp on how dances are supposed to be

He's hesitant, but allows you to bring him onto the dance floor

He lets you guide his movements, allowing his brain to take a break from narrating

It's rather charming how he laughs when he's allowed to freely be

Night:

The god of night does not dance with mere mortals

How dare yo- LET GO OF ME-

You spin him between various dance partners, but he keeps coming back to you like a moon in orbit

Admittedly, he can't stay away from you for long

He likes this little song and dance, so to speak, despite what he says

Illinois:

This man knows so many fucking dances

How else do you think he got with so many handsome and/or beautiful people on his trips?

Gotta make them swoon

You are no exception to this rule

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