#iplier egos x reader

[gaymingwriter]

Valentine’s Day Headcanon/Drabbles

I’m very slow with requests but I’m currently working on them! I just wanted to write something for Valentine’s Day. Also I don’t usually write Date Mark but since it’s Valentine’s Day I think it fits

Characters in Order: Darkiplier, Damien, Googleplier, Date Mark, Illinois, Eric Derekson, Jameson Jackson

Category: Fluff

Pronouns: They/Them, not used directly

Warnings: Writer’s favorites are obvious, swearing, somewhat spicy reference in Illinois’s but it’s not much

Darkiplier

- This is one of the only holidays he actually plans for and looks forward to

- He actually takes the day off for once to spend time with you

- Would wake you up with your favorite breakfast in bed

- After you’re done eating he cuddles you for a while

- Then he takes you shopping. He’ll buy you pretty much anything you want

- (He’d think it’s really sweet if you got him something too though, so you should do that. It doesn’t have to be expensive)

- Takes you to your favorite restaurant for lunch

- Y’all go for a walk and go to the library/zoo/aquarium (or whatever you prefer)

- He takes you to a fancy restaurant for dinner

- Y’all cuddle and watch movies when you get home <3

Damien

- Y’all stay in for the most part

- Cuddling and movies all day

- He got you flowers and a small gift

- He’d be happy with anything you got him <3

- Makes breakfast and lunch for you

- (Though he will love it if you both cooked together)

- Took you to a nice restaurant for dinner

Googleplier

- He didn’t really understand Valentine’s Day?

- He does his research though

- Goes probably too hard with it

- Ends up planning way too much

- When he wakes you up, he excitedly tells you about everything he planned

- …you very gently let him know that all of his plans would be incredibly stressful

- He’s a little sad at first, but he doesn’t want to stress you out, so he changes his plans to be a couple things

- You get each other some gifts

- You go out to your favorite restaurant for lunch

- Y’all spend the rest of the day cuddling

- Takeout for dinner

- He’s honestly really flustered the whole time

- Even if it isn’t exactly as he planned, he’s still really happy with how everything went <3

Date Mark

- This fucker lives for Valentine’s Day

- The whole speech he gave during ISWM about all the things he planned for the date?

- Yeah, since that didn’t happen, he saved it for today

- He’s actually a real sweetheart when Actor isn’t using him as a character

- Gets you a bouquet of roses, a teddy bear, a box of your favorite kind of chocolate, one of those heart lockets with a picture of both of you in it, and a little heart that he knitted for you

- He sobs of joy and appreciation when you get him something, no matter how small it is

- He takes you to dinner, the fair, and a movie

- And you both hold hands <33

- Y’all binge watch shows and cuddle for the rest of the night

Illinois

- He may be a flirty bastard

- That’s it that’s the sentence

- He does plan an adventure for the day!

- …y’all don’t really leave bed for a while though

- Most of it is cuddling!

- He ends up just taking you to the zoo or aquarium

- He almost cries in public when you get him a gift at the gift shop

- Dinner at the zoo/aquarium food court isn’t the most glamorous, but it was perfect for both of you

- Afterwards you watch cheesy romantic movies until you fall asleep

Eric Derekson

- He made plans! He’s just incredibly nervous to tell you!

- For this reason, you made sure he knew that you’d prioritize any plans he had, but you still had your own ideas

- He shyly brought up that he wanted to have a picnic

- You loved the idea, and your lunch was spent on a blanket in the park <3

- You got him a gift and it made him feel so loved it was great

- He got you some flowers and something you’d had on a gift wishlist

- He was so afraid you wouldn’t like it but he was reassured when you hugged him

- The rest of the day was just the two of you being sweet and romantic with each other

Jameson Jackson

- Gentleman of the year, honestly

- He crocheted some hearts and a little plushie for you

- Turned on some music and danced with you for a while <3

- He made you breakfast, and you make him lunch

- Y’all watched some of yours and his favorite movies for a while

- You gave him some flowers and chocolates

- He loves the classic gifts <3

- You order from y’all’s favorite restaurant for dinner

- The rest of the night is spent chatting and watching movies

#date mark’s gifts brought to you by shit I have gotten my girlfriend #well I like date mark now I might add him specifically to my requests #don’t ask how he got you to the fair in february #gaymingwriter #darkiplier x reader #wkm damien x reader #damien x reader #darkiplier #wkm damien #googleplier x reader #googleplier #ahwm illinois x reader #eric derekson x reader #jameson jackson x reader #ahwm illinois #illinois x reader #eric derekson #markiplier egos x reader #iplier egos x reader #x reader #date mark x reader #date mark

[lonelyrosegold]

One-sided Enemies + One-sided friends = lovers

One of my favorite fanfic trop is

Person A hating person B and being their enemies/will do anythingto ruin their day, Person B being oblivious to person A hatred towards them and just trying/thinking they are friends

And then all it takes is for person B to do one nice thing to person A (i.e giving them a gift/giving them a hug/in general showing they care about them or something) for them to be absolutely smitten

Person A just going from "I will kill you" to "I will kill for you"

Cliche and unrealistic?

yes

brings joy to my little heart?

also yes💕

#iswm mack x reader #linked universe x reader #iplier egos x reader #egos x reader #revali x reader #fnaf x reader #monty x reader #darkiplier x reader #antisepticeye x reader #fanfic tropes #hetalia x reader #homestuck x reader #moondrop x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #bnha x reader #yandere x reader #mongomery gator #montgomery gator x reader #og post #unedited #sanders sides

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x Reader)

Warning: This gets a little spicy, please click off if uncomfortable!

Your day on the ship was like any other. It was your responsibility to perform maintenance checks in order to keep the crew and ship in good condition. You were used to this routine, even though it was extremely boring. 

Your head engineer, Mark, was the only one who made your job easier. 

While you wouldn't admit it to anyone, you did have a small crush on him. 

The details about him were absolutely flawless, from his raven black hair to his bubbly personality, and his eyes too... You could stare into those brown eyes of his for hours at a time, and then- Oh, speak of the devil, Mark messaged you! To find out what he needs, you open the message. 

Would it be possible for us to meet in our quarters, captain? "I'm going to show you something." His message seemed off-putting. Maybe something was wrong or you were just paranoid. Well, it's good to see what he wants. 

Not like he's planning to smother you with a pillow or anything like that. You placed your hand on the scanner in front of the doors as they opened swiftly. You walked into the room you shared with the head engineer only to find the lights dimmed. 

You raised an eyebrow and stepped forward. Suddenly as if responding to your movement, multiple lights on a pathway made from flower petals lit up. Standing at the very end of the path, was Mark holding a sign that read 'Will you join me on a date, Captain?' You gasped in disbelief as your eyes locked on Mark's. "Yes!" You cried excitedly as you hugged him. He stood there in shock for a moment before smiling and hugging you back. 

"Really?" He asked, wanting to make sure you meant it. You nodded eagerly and looked at him again. Your eyes hold nothing but love. A slight grin covered his face. "Hey, captain?" Your gaze stays fixed on his face. 

"Want me to show you how much I love you?" He asked, leaning down to whisper in your ear. His voice is deep and smooth like velvet, creating a noticeable blush on your cheeks. You nodded, left speechless by his sudden confidence surge. Mark gently pushed you against the wall as he kissed your neck and collarbone. You just stood there, a blushing mess while he rubbed your sides. 

"God, you're so perfect, captain." He murmurs while kissing your cheek. He leans ever so close to your face and puts his hands on your waist while you put yours on his shoulders. Both of you leaned closer until your lips met. You 2 shared a passionate kiss for a while before it intensified. Mark gripped your hips tightly as the kiss got rougher, and the 2 of you eventually parted for air. Mark stared at you, his eyes half-lidded. "So, do you like how confident I can be, captain~?" You nodded as his lips curved into a smirk.

 "Then why don't I show you how confident I can get~.." 

Made for @dontspilltheteaplease

#markiplier egos #x reader #engineer mark x reader #head engineer x captain #iswm #iswm captain #iswm engineer mark #markiplier x reader #iplier egos x reader #in space with markiplier

[adalwolfgang]

(Inspired by @archiviststar)

(Viewer): I'm having problems with a guy.

Wilford: Like his dead body won't fit in your car problems or "you like him" problems?

(Viewer): The “I like him" problems.

Wilford, shrugs : Too bad, I could have actually helped you with the other types.

(Viewer): …

(Viewer), trying not to crack a smile: You would bury yourself?

Wilford: Yeah I mean- wait-

Wilford:

#wilford warfstache #wilford x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #wilford #markiplier wilford #wilfordmotherlovingwarfstache #iplier egos x reader #markiplier ego x reader #incorrect quotes

[coff33notforme]

hihi my birthday is coming up soon! i was wondering if you could write how darkiplier, damien, or even engineer mark would react of them not knowing and finding out the day of that it’s my b-day! i hope it’s not too confusing…

A/n: HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY ANON!! I hope you have a great one! ^^, I hope you don't mind that I just did Engineer Mark, I was having trouble writing for the other two, but enjoy none the less!

Would feel incredibly bad if he found out it was your birthday and didn’t know

Especially since the whole crew knew and had been wishing you well and presenting you with gifts throughout the whole day, much to Marks confusion 

He’s on his hands and knees for forgiveness right now

He’ll do absolutely everything to make it up to you no matter how much you reassure him he’ll insist, so there's no real point in arguing with him

There's not that much you can do in space, and even if there was there's certainly not enough time when your the Captain

But Mark is determined to make your birthday a great one, anything you want or need he’ll do it for you

Hungary, but don’t have enough time to make something? Marks got you, Necks cramped but you don’t have time to take a nap? No problem

He’ll try to whip something up for you the day of, but it probably doesn’t go as planned, it was a nice thought though

And even when the days done, Mark hasn’t finished everything he set out to do

Before you settle down getting ready for sleep Mark knocks on your door

Confused you open it, immediately skeptical as to what could have possibly brought Mark here at this time of night 

He’ll simply hush your questions and concerns as he leads you to a distant room in the ship

But as soon as he reveals what he was planning to you, you gasp in delight

In the room Mark set up a small picnic blanket, covered with your favorite snacks and homemade desserts, you don’t know how he managed to acquire all of the sweets but frankly you didn’t really care

Marks eyes twinkled as he watched the excitement spread across your face, Mark let out a surprised yelp when you threw your arms around him, before he chuckled, hugging you back with the same intensity, smiling as you held each-other

“Happy Birthday Cap.” 

SPACE BIRTHDAY WOWOWWO

#iswm x reader #iswm #iswm captain #iswm fanfiction #iplier egos x reader #engineer mark x captain #head engineer x captain #head engineer mark #engineer mark x reader #fluff #headcannons #markiplier egos x reader

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

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

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

- SleepyBlu Anon

Oh okay! Just wanted that cleared up but ty!

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

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

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

Engineer Mark

Your ex so-happens to be USA receptionist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Actor

Oh boy.

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

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

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

He spoils you afterwards to cheer you up <3

Dark

He doesn’t wanna cause a huge scene.

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

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

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

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

Wilford

He takes shit from nobody.

Especially a stupid ex who questions your taste in men.

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

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

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

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

Yancy

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

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

*SMACK*

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

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

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

Illinois

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

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

Gentle yet firm so that they leave you alone.

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

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

Jim

Honestly?

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

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

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

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

Heehoo

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

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

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

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

Once he returns he makes sure you’re okay.

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

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

[creat0r-cat]

Iplier egos x reader HCs - Their feelings on Physical Affection / Pet names

Dark:

Doesn’t care either way

He will give pet names like Sweetheart, darling, love, and baby

Doesn’t mind receiving names like Babe, sweetheart, and darling but that’s about it

Physical affection is always a gamble

Sometimes he’ll only tolerate hugs and (maybe) hand holding / a kiss on the cheek

Other times he’ll be extremely affectionate / cuddly / crave kisses

Honestly, he’s like a cat in terms of his emotions in this category

He’s very respectful of personal boundaries

Wilford: 

Is down for both at any time and anywhere

Pet names all the time

Gumdrop, sweetie, honey, darling, baby, etc.

Get happy when you call him any of those names as well, or if you call him handsome 

Loves cuddling and kisses are a must

He’s especially fond of hugs, especially if you’re feeling down

He gives AMAZING hugs

Actor:

It really depends on how he’s feeling

He’ll call you things like Precious, darling, sweetheart, and babe

He’s fine with either being called Babe or Mark

He likes to use pet names / physical affection in public, especially when showing you off as his gorgeous girlfriend, but when you two are alone, he might end up leaving you to your own devices and doing his own thing

Or there are rare times when he’ll come home and then treat you like a friggin queen

Those moments are something to treasure because he will be so gentle, every touch like he was afraid he’d break you

Chaste butterfly kisses that would leave you breathless and the most soft / warm cuddles that you’ll ever experience

Google:

He’s not the biggest fan of both physical affection and pet names, however he’ll occasionally take them

Hugs, kisses, sometimes cuddling, but not too often

He will not use pet names very often, but if he’s worked up about something, he’ll use them

“Hey, babe?”

Yeah, something’s wrong

It’s not that he doesn’t like/love you if he doesn’t do either one, it’s just a personal preference

Bing:

He’s good with both of them

Calls you Babe and Sweetheart

Likes to be called Babe

PDA isn’t a problem at all

Cheek kisses and hugs from behind

He lives for hand holding

Yandere:

YES

So much PDA and quite a few nicknames

He mainly calls you Senpai, but will also use ‘my love’, sweetheart, baby, and darling

Pretty good about receiving pet names too

Loves hand holding wherever you two go

Cuddling is a must

KISSES

He loves you :3

Yancy:

Is all about physical affection, but will not use many pet names

He’s honestly very touch starved and loves cuddling, kisses, and other things like that (mostly in private cause he is the big boss and has a reputation to uphold)

However, pet names are a bit different

He’ll call you Sweetheart and Doll (especially when he’s jealous), but mainly call you by your real name

Receiving them is the same way

You can call him Yance, Babe, and (rarely) sweetie, but you can mainly call him by his actual name

It’s just a bit more comfortable for him

Dr. Iplier:

Sure for both, but mainly in private

At work, he’ll maybe give you a kiss on the cheek and call you Sweetie, but other than that he won’t do anything

In private, he’ll give you kisses, hugs, all the good stuff

Calls you Baby, sweetie, angel, and darling

Doesn’t really like receiving pet names other than Babe

Don’t ask why, he doesn’t know either

Illinois:

The answer is yes

He gives you more nicknames then he typically receives

Babe, sweetie, angel, baby, darlin’

Is pretty good with physical affection

He likes having one arm slung around you or touching you in some way when you both are out and about

He gets worried about you being kidnapped or just disappearing

Kinda PTSD from losing so many treasure hunting partners

Handholding :3

He loves to kiss you, but be warned, they can get pretty heated

Engineer:

Yes for both but typically in private

His pet names for you are baby and darling, but at this point Captain could totally be one of them too, but only when he says it because otherwise it’s just a title

Hugs, kisses, cuddles, hand holding (whenever people can’t see it)

It’s not that he’s ashamed to be seen as your boyfriend, but he gets worried about what the rest of the crew will think if they find out that his girlfriend is their beloved captain

Like, they don’t really like him, so how will that affect how they see and/or respect you?

Late night comfort sessions

#Darkiplier x reader #Engineer Mark x reader #Yancy x reader #Yandereplier x reader #Wilford Warfstache x reader #Dr. Iplier x reader #Bingiplier x reader #Googleplier x reader #Actor Mark x reader #female reader #Hc #Iplier egos x reader #Iplier egos x reader hcs #pet names #physical affection #Jail Bird Yancy #Illinois Jones x reader #hand holding #cuddling #kissing #fem!reader

[riotlain]

guys if yall just wanna drop like a new batch of asks on me that'd be great

i feel too guilty to do the ones i have bc theyre all really old

#slashers x reader #slashers x male reader #dc x reader #dc x male reader #twd x male reader #descendants x reader #youtube egos x reader #iplier egos x reader #septiceye egos x reader

[soupgoose]

Do this for me.

A request from the lovely @peachy-is-obsessed 

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ISWM PART 2!

Summary: When the glass façade that surrounds the captain falters and shatters around them, an old friend helps them pick up the fallen pieces. 

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, some good ol’ fashion fluff, one-shot (just a really long one-shot)

Word count: 5,700+

Paring: (Sort of) Wilford Warfstache/[Gender Neutral]Captain/Reader, written platonically but it's up for interpretation. ;)

Surprise guest from U.S.A Lady and from the infamous man in red! Granted their appearances are only brief. Wilford and the reader are the main focus.

Trigger warnings for: slight cursing, getting shot at, hand injuries (not gory and not described with a lot of details, just felt like I should add it just in case), identity crisis/mental breakdown (once again, very simplified and if these aren't the right terms please let me know!) 

(A/N: This one gave me a bit of trouble, but I feel quite happy with how it came out! Definitely long, but I can’t help myself. Also please give a big thank you too @peachy-is-obsessed for this request. I absolutely had some more ideas with the broadness of the request, so there might be more coming soon! Once again, if you have any critiques or ideas on how I can improve in the future please let me know!

Happy Reading!

-Soup :D)

“Dammit.” 

The sight of the wormhole’s blue walls once again filled your sight, taking you away from Yancy’s performance. The sound of his singing becomes clearer as you drift further and further away from the visitation room.

“I really wanted to be there for him…” Disappointed and more than a little annoyed, you couldn’t do much else than allow your body to be carried by the wormhole. 

Yelling at nothing, you fumed, “You could have at least let him finish before you drug me away again!”

You cross your arms across your chest, waiting to be dropped off in yet another universe. However, unlike the last time, you were not presented with a choice of left or right. Rather, the wormhole opened up back in the Universal Stability Agency, only to find it looking abandoned and in a state of disrepair. Alerts to evacuate sounded through the glitched intercom, and filled the facility with a sense of dread. Lights, the ones that were still on, flickered desperately. Panels from the ceiling dangled in the lobby, being held only by a few wires. 

“What in the world happened here?” you spoke quietly to yourself. 

You pushed past some of the hanging wires and lights, moving towards the open doorway in front of you. As you approach, you take note of the person sitting inside the room, clutching a gun in their hand. You inch closer to them, hoping not to startle them too badly. The last thing that you needed was another gaping wound. Something cracked under foot, causing them to jump at the unexpected company, gun now aimed directly at you and charging up for a shot. You quickly raised your hands in front of you as you took a step back, trying to show the person that you were not there to hurt them. 

With a sigh, they lowered it, waving their hand, beckoning you closer to them. You recognize them immediately as the Lady that had interrogated you and Mark a while before. The same Lady that had cornered you in many other universes. However now, they looked less damaged, and much more distraught than when you had first seen them. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think that anyone was still here-” They began to explain what had happened before they stopped.

“Wait. Oh my god.” She said in a low voice.

They had finally recognized you, spewing questions as they scooted closer. Stammering that your ship had vanished. Despite you being brought back to your ship multiple times through various loops and wormholes, no one else could find it. In every universe they checked, no one could get to it.

“So how are you… here? How?”

You didn’t have an answer. The device around your wrist took you where it wanted to, with no rhyme or reason. If you did, you would have told them, being just as confused as they were.

They became frantic, demanding for you to give them the device, threatening to shoot you if you didn’t. “I swear, I promise if you give it to me I can fix this.” 

You felt the crystal glow against your palm as you backed away from them . Sure, maybe they'd be able to fix the shit show that you were starring in, but you had a plan. And you couldn’t risk ruining it. 

“Warning. Potential paradox detected-” 

“I am- I am begging you.”

“-Please Avoid”

The monotone voice pounded in your head, competing over the Ladies' pleas. “I refuse to believe that this is intentional. No one is that evil. Come on!”

“Initiating emergency abort.” 

A wormhole opened, causing you to fall into it. And you could hear them crying out behind you, demanding that you come back. 

Thinking that you had gotten away from them, you were startled as blue shots raced past you, the sound of the ammo whistling by your ears. You spun around to face them, shocked to see that they had jumped in after you. They had managed to catch up, grabbing a hold of your wrists. “Why are you doing this? Why do you want to destroy everything?” 

You really didn’t. In fact you wanted the complete opposite. If they’d only let you explain, then maybe you’d be able to work together. But before you could try, the device separated itself from you, and the Lady fell with it. 

After they had disappeared, you remained in the wormhole for longer than you deemed necessary, as a feeling of apprehension began to pool in your stomach. The area around became brighter with the crystal’s increasing glow. You could feel it pulsing in your palm, simultaneously filing your ears with a painful ring. The longer you were floating there, the worse you felt. Dizziness and nausea were followed shortly by the clouding of your vision. 

And all in a single moment, there was suddenly nothing. Everything around you went dark. You couldn’t feel your body anymore, and you weren't sure if you were able to move. 

“There is blood on your hands Captain. Who’s to say you’re any better?” 

Your vision returned. A seemingly endless stream of bodies floated before you, slowly being brought in and engulfed by the open wormhole. 

It glowed unbelievably bright, as you felt the light from it singe your eyes. Even though you wanted to look away, you couldn’t. The wormhole beckoned your attention, and the universe was forcing you to look at each and everyone of your mistakes, as they laid out clearly in front of you. 

“No, no no-” You thought. Your voice echoed in your head, pounding against the inside of your skull. “I did what I could. I just wanted to help, I-I didn’t want this!” you pleaded, hoping that whatever was in control would allow you a chance to explain yourself. Hoping that maybe it would let you wake from this never ending nightmare. That’s what this had to be, right? There's no way that you were responsible for that many deaths. You were doing what you could, you were just trying to help.

“No no no no no no no no no no no no no no-” 

The light emitted from the wormhole grew brighter, blinding you with your mistakes. The ringing still accompanied your thoughts, and while it started out subtle, it was now much louder than your own voice.

“please… stop”

The Lady couldn’t be right. You never wanted this. You needed to find Mark, you had to fix everything that had been broken. 

“please…”

You just wanted all of this to stop.

Surprisingly, it listened. Instead of being blinded, you were now again completely surrounded by an inky black, as if someone turned off the lights via a switch. 

You could feel your body now. However, you were still unable to move it. You tried to lift your arms, but they felt glued to your sides. Your legs at a slight bend, and your shoulders were tight. From what you felt, there wasn’t a floor you could have been standing on, and there was no pressure against your back to indicate to you that you were laying down. You were simply just existing in this void. Paralyzed by it. 

The ringing didn’t stop. If anything it felt much closer than before. Your skin now reacted to it, feeling like the static of an old T.V screen, or the numb tingle you’d get when one of your legs would fall asleep after sitting for too long. Except now it was everywhere. 

This dark wasn’t the kind of dark that your eyes could adjust to, despite their efforts. 

After a moment, something sparked deep inside of you. A memory so far back in your mind, it was obvious that you had purposely blocked it out. But this place, this hell, wouldn’t let you suppress it any longer. And the void around you began to feel...  “Wait. No. What is-” 

“All too familiar isn’t it, old friend?” A voice interrupted your thoughts. “And here I thought that you had forgotten all about little old me. How cute. Coming to visit, are we? And after all this time you thought you were ready to move on.” It dripped in venom. 

You felt uncomfortable, not being able to see the person who’s voice accompanied you in this place. While you wanted to figure out who they were, the dread that had pooled earlier pulled at your heart, and filled your lungs, keeping you from speaking. And that same spark begged you to leave.  

“How rude. After all this time you won't even speak to me. And here I thought you were more than that. So many adventures, so many stories, you and I have shared. And now you think that you can just leave it all behind? Leave me behind?” He almost sounded offended. 

Panic grew in your chest, your breathing became uneven and unproductive. He was getting closer to you, you could feel it. While you weren't sure of who he was a moment ago, you were certain of it now. And by no means did you want to be here with him. “No I can’t be here, there's no way-” you thought.

“Oh but there is, in fact, a way. Did you seriously think that I’d let you move on? Let you go live a life after all that we’ve been through? I was pulled much too early from the spotlight, and now you think you can steal it from me? No no, you don’t get that chance. I haven’t finished playing yet. And you haven’t finished playing your part, Captain.”

You felt his breath on the back of your neck. The hairs stood at the unexpected chill. His presence no longer felt alive, you couldn’t even call it human. He had ascended far beyond what he used to be all those years ago, and the person that you used to know wasn’t there anymore. 

“Your friend took everything from me,” he shouted, causing you to flinch, “and I am going to do the same to him. The same to you. That night was an accident. It won’t be this time” His tone shifted drastically as he cleared his throat, now coated with a false sincerity.

“Did you like your little break? I felt that space would be such a beautiful vacationing spot. However, I didn’t expect it to break so easily. Honestly, you did a much better job than I thought you would! And now I’ve got a better opening, so many more options I didn’t even think were possible! I should really thank you.”

The darkness felt suffocating, pressing at your sides, your breaths now turning into gasps for the non-existent air. 

“It’s not fair is it?” He stood in front of you, towering over your form. “I let you have your fun. Now that you're back, it’s my turn.” His face was hard to make out, except for an eerie smile that was plastered across it. He leaned in slightly, bringing himself down to eye level. “Welcome home, friend”

He turned, walking away from the spot that you were frozen to. It took all of your effort, but you managed to get something out, a desperate attempt to not be left alone in this place again.

You screamed at him, "Stop!” 

He stopped in his tracks, before turning once more to face you. 

“You’re no better than myself, Captain.” He smirked, “There are no other villains in our stories, except for you and him. I’m just doing my job, as the hero, to fix what you so crudely broke. You can’t blame me for your choices.”

With that, your body simultaneously woke up, dropping you to your knees. You had little time to catch your breath, as you desperately attempted to race after him. You weren't going to let him leave you in this place again. But by the time you had gotten to your feet, he was already gone. Leaving only a sheet of broken glass in his wake. 

You ran up to it, pounding your hands against its shattered surface. Failed calls and cries never quite left your tongue, seeing the inside of the manor through the mirror. He stood in a red suit, looking quite pleased with himself, “Now now there friend, it’ll be alright. I’ll be sure to come back to visit,” He cooed, before adding a mocking “one day.”

You watched helplessly as he walked through the front door of the manor. After seeing him leave you stopped trying, realizing that there was no one that could hear or see you. You looked down at your hands, noticing that they stung from the small cuts and gashes caused by your senseless beating against the broken glass. You clenched your fists as you looked back up. The mirror had darkened and the view of the manor disappeared. The small amount of light that trickled through it, faded, and you fell to your knees. Only this time you had no intention of getting back up.

Tears poured from your eyes, and blood dripped from your fists. Memories were tricky as it was, but now? Everything was a mix of being too fuzzy to see clearly, and too clear to forget. 

How many lives had you led, only to be brought back here? Placed back on a shelf like a forgotten toy. How many people, loved ones, friends, had you lost? How many had abandoned you? 

Your mind raced, filling itself with memories you weren't certain were your own.

And in that moment you remembered Damien. You remembered all of the fun that you had with him during your days at university. And how he and Cleine had left you behind in the mirror in the first place. 

You then remembered William, the gunshot, the fall. Was that really Wilford? Did he recognize you during the interviews and meetings with him? Or had your face been long forgotten as well. 

Many more jumbled faces entered and exited your head, each with their own story, and each with their own set of shared memories, that only one of you could remember. 

Did all of what you had been through really mattered? 

You still remembered Mark and your crew, all of the years of training and schooling you had gone through to earn your title as “Captain”. 

But if these memories were yours, then you were also a District Attorney, a prisoner, an adventurer, a date, a museum robber... Was any of that real? Did any of it really happen?

In a moment of desperation you questioned if you were real anymore. How much of yourself have you forgotten over the years? And how much had you lost? 

The “floor” rumbled beneath you, and as you looked up you saw violent cracks break through the surface. Very much like the glass of the mirror, the world around you was shattering, with you still in it. You tucked your head down, your hands grasping at the back of your neck, mumbling broken “no’s” as you felt everything crumble. 

With a final crack of the floor and the sound of crashing in your head, you felt your body shoot up.

You were sitting upright, with one of your hands gripping your shirt tightly under the collar. Your eyes, throat, and chest, burned, as you tried desperately to breathe. You gasped for air, wheezes fighting against violent sobs. 

You had no idea where you were anymore. Or even who you were for that matter. 

The ringing felt just as present as it was in that hell, just now accompanied with an unwelcome headache. You knew that it must have been real, as the sides of your hands ached and throbbed. 

“Hey, hey, it's okay.” You hadn’t realized that you weren't alone, feeling your other hand being held and slowly caressed by the unknown company. You looked to where the voice came from, which happened to be sitting beside you in a chair, just barely able to make out their silhouette. 

You struggled to take in your surroundings, vision fuzzy, as your eyes began adjusting to the soft light of the room, which you found came from a window behind a cracked curtain. 

You looked around, trying to observe where this unknown person had taken you. Everything was soft and calming colors, which somehow brought a much needed comfort. Plush blankets and pillows surrounded your body, some of which fell to the carpeted floor after the sudden movement.

You looked back at the person, now able to see a little more, however some details were difficult to make out. He was dressed in a yellow button up, and had colorful suspenders draped over his shoulders. “It’s alright now, we’ve got you.” He spoke in a hushed voice, and for some reason you felt surprised at how gentle it was. You tried to look at his face, but your tears prevented you from getting a clear view, however, you could tell that he had a mustache. 

He pulled you into a small hug, trying to hold you as closely as he could, considering the fact that you were still sitting. 

“It’s alright now, ol’ wilffys gotcha. No more of that horrible place.”

For a brief moment you froze, hoping that you had heard him right and it wasn’t just a trick that your mind was playing on you. “Wilford?” you questioned, voice breaking in the process. He leaned back, allowing you to look at his face more closely. It was him. 

His slightly curly mustache with its pink tips, and his dark brown eyes that were laced with worry and caution, gazed back at you. The expression he wore was something you hadn’t seen since… 

“The one and only!” He said, giving you a comforting smile. Hands now holding you by your bicep and shoulder.

It took you a second to process what was going on, but upon releasing that Wil was in fact here and in front of you, you felt more tears sting at your eyes. You collapsed into his side, tears soaking the yellow dress shirt. He scooted on to the bed next to you, in a half kneel-half sit, and pulled you onto his lap. He wasn’t known for affection that wasn’t spontaneous and energetic, with most of the hugs that you did get were ones that were tackles or surprise attacks from behind. So in a moment where you felt so unbelievably broken, he had just enough wherewithal and sanity to understand that you just needed someone to hold onto you. 

So that's what he did. 

He mumbled quietly into the top of your head, reassuring you that it’d be alright, repeatedly saying “I’ve gotcha now” and, “you're okay.”. He rubbed circles into the small of your back, rocking you back and forth ever so slightly. This was a completely new side of the energetic and, quite literally, insane, Wilford Warfstache, and had you been more aware of what was going on, that might have worried you. But right now all that mattered was that you weren't alone. 

As your breathing began to steady, he took a moment to promise you that, “I’ll be right here until you're ready, okay?”

Once you had calmed down he began to tell short stories and jokes that he knew would distract you, and hopefully make you laugh a little. Just because he “may sometime commit mass murder, dosent make him a lier!” But you knew that already, he never did anything to outright lie or hurt you in the past. And that one exception wasn’t intentional. You knew that he only did the things he did, was because he had lost himself to madness. Not being able to believe that anything was real anymore. Besides, he could bend reality as you knew it, and…

But, you didn’t know it. That’s why you were upset to begin with. Your identity and memories were falling apart in front of your eyes, and nothing felt real. Everything was spiraling out of your control. Granted, how much of it had actually been in your control in the first place?

He was about to start telling you another story, “The great escapade of 1987! Or was it 83…” before you stopped him.

“Wil?” you asked hesitantly.

“Yes Sugarplum? How may I, The Wilford Warfstache, be of assistance?”

“Is… Am I real? Is any of this…real?” You opted to speak slowly and cautiously. He was known to avoid this topic of conversation, and when it was unavoidable he would become distant. He was looking towards the door, as a silence washed over him. It was like watching a computer that froze, as you could almost see the gears turning in his head. His mouth was opening and closing every few seconds, looking for the right words but coming up empty handed. 

Just as you were about to tell him to forget about the question, he cleared his throat. 

“Well…”

He sighed, moving you around on his lap so you could look at him straight on, while still being close enough for him to cradle you. 

“Reality is… oh how did Darky put it? Complicated. It's all *infinite* with countless existences and things the-such-is-and-the-like-as-that.” He scoffed, fumbling the last few words quickly. “But as for you being real? I’d say so! Well as “real” as anyone could be. Just because you’ve experienced a great lot of the *Multiverse*, doesn't mean that you’re any less real of a being.”

He looked deep into your eyes, making sure that you knew that he was being serious. He brought you back in for another hug, this one being a little tighter than the last. Your ear was pressed against his chest, and there was a soothing rumble as he spoke. 

“My dear friend, I was worried when you didn’t show up to schedule your interview, and when I asked ol’ Yancy, he told me that you had just vanished during his performance. He looked quite upset at first but he said that he understood that you probably couldn’t stay for long. And I swear- I was going to be patient and wait for you to show up, but I noticed that those wormholes you had been traveling through hadn't opened for a while.”

His tone became softer, more serious, losing the playful undertones, “I thought you had…”

He paused, not bearing to say it. You gave him a firm squeeze, allowing the man a moment to collect himself.

“Anyways, I asked Darky if he’d let me check the ‘Void’, wherever that is, and that’s where we found you. Kind of, in between universes, I guess. You were unconscious, and from the looks of it having a very bad time. I mean, we had to get Dr. Iplier to wrap those hands of yours when we got you back here. I'm sure you’ll remember him later, but now's not the time.” 

You tried to pull away from him, but you were unsuccessful, as he only held you tighter, wrapping his arms around you. His chin now resting on top of your head, you could feel his breathing hitch and his throat tighten. He tried to stop his own emotions from spilling over but, 

“I-I was just so worried. I know that I’ve lost you before, and while I don’t fully remember it, I don’t know if I could go through that again.” He again tried to clear his throat to stop it from cracking, but to no avail he too had tears to weep. He didn’t quite sob like you had, but you felt him struggle to keep his composure. So there you two were, letting withheld emotions out of their containment, holding on to each other like a lifeline. 

Wilford was one of the only ones left that had been there that night, and the only person other than yourself that was still mostly intact. He, despite changing his entire personality and his identity, was still in that god-forsaken manor all those years ago. And while you weren't sure how long he had the ability to warp and mold the universe around him, he was still affected by what happened. He watched as all of his friends either disappear or die, meanwhile getting blamed for it all. And right now you understood just how horrible that felt. 

The only other time you had seen him so concerned, was that night. After he watched your body seemingly rise from the dead, he couldn’t believe that you had survived it. You could see the fresh trails of tears on his cheeks, and the guilt in his eyes was evident. That was also the last time you saw him with his sanity. You witnessed him break, just as he was watching you begin to. It was almost poetic.

“Do you think I’m going to end up like you, Wil?” You managed to joke, like he had only moments before. He scoffed, feigning offense at your question. 

“After all I do for you and you just insult me?! The nerve!” He exclaimed, a small croak escaping with it.

He finally let you look at him, eyes red and watery, face stained with streams of tears. He looked awful, though you could say the same for yourself. You took a moment to wipe the tears from his cheeks, thumb gliding over the warm, puffy skin. You brought his forehead down to meet your own, pressing them together. Eyes closed, the two of you sat there in complete satisfaction and comfort. Wil cared about you, he just had odd ways of showing it, you could trust him. You snickered as his breath and mustache tickled your face as he talked.

He reeled back before exclaiming, “God I hope not! The universe can really only handle one of me, if that!” you let out a hearty laugh, always a fan of his dramatics.  

He waited for your laughter to settle, obviously pleased that he had been able to cheer you up. He brought his hand up, and reached out to touch your cheek. He smiled as you pressed your face into it. 

“I’m going to do whatever I can to help you. I promise. I was afraid of what you were going through, from what I heard you mumble in your sleep.” he sighed, “Cupcake, if there's anything that you take away from this it's that, you are as real as it gets. And just because you have lived, quite frankly, many lives, does not make you any less real. You continue to learn and improve yourself, and you have changed the lives of so many. I mean just look at Mr. Yancy! He’s going on parole, just because of what you said, because of what you managed to do.”

You felt your throat tighten, “Wil, please-”. You tried to look away but he moved his hand to your chin, tilting it up so you’d look at him. 

“No, I’m not done! You are going to listen to all of this! I know that memories get hard to recollect after a while, believe me I’ve been there, but that’s not your fault! You never asked for this, you were simply handed a broken universe and then told to fix it! But you’ve done so well with what you’ve been given. You aren’t a bad guy, you’re just trying to fix what's broken. And you, my dear friend, are not in any way broken. Glass shatters, and chips, and cracks, but it can always be mended.” He leaned forward, bringing his voice down to just above a whisper so only you could hear. “Allow yourself to be mended, allow yourself to heal from your heartbreaks. Please. If you will not do it for yourself, allow me a moment of selfishness and do it for me. All I’m asking is that you don’t give up, okay?”

He had made you cry again, not saying that you had completely stopped in the first place. The fact that he was being completely genuine, no jokes, no pranks, no guffaws, that he genuinely cared about you, and was willing to step out of his comfort zone to comfort you, broke the rest of the damn. 

He let you cry against him again, only this time it wasn’t as extreme. The both of you chuckled at your failed attempts at saying “okay”, as most of them were interrupted by hiccups or gasps. He was there for you, and you were there for him. And in that moment, that’s really all that the two of you could do. He couldn’t fix it for you. He was unable to pick up the pieces that fell from your person, even though he wanted nothing more than to do so. But he could be there to provide the much needed support and care that you deserve.

After you had no more tears left to cry, you didn’t leave his embrace. Feeling absolutely drained, you drug him down so you’d be lying next to each other, rather than sitting. He complied, now being able to pull you the rest of the way in, pressing all of him against all of you. Your legs were tangled together, and you had your face buried in his chest. You could hear his breathing, and his steady heart beat against your ear. His arms wrapped around you, one across your back and one around your waist. You had missed his hugs tremendously, but this was definitely a start to making up the ones that you had missed out on.  

The two of you joked back and forth, throwing occasional burns at each other as you had in the past. He felt whole, more present and sane than he had in years. And when you were ready to start talking about your memories and various identities, he was there to listen. When you needed confirmation or specifics about a “life” he would try his best to bring some clarity. And when he began to feel himself slip, you would change the subject. 

It was harmonious, the way the two of you interacted. What comforted both of you was the fact that you had been through everything together. Both seemingly very different beings, yet experiencing the same set of circumstances, and had just processed them a little differently.

 By the time you had felt more comfortable neither of you could tell how long you had been laying there. Not that it mattered, you felt safe next to the friendly neighborhood lunatic. 

Time, as it was, didn't feel right, partially because of the constant changing of universes, and partially because of the time you had spent in space. Wilford claimed that Time no longer had an effect on him and therefore didn’t matter, which you couldn’t exactly argue against. He didn’t look like he had aged a day since back then. Of course his appearance had varied as he dipped further and further into his insanity, but not much else physically had changed. The creases that formed in the corners of his eyes when he smiled or laughed were still there. The way that he always had a certain cadence with all of his actions and speech haven't faded. And while no longer being the colonel you knew way back then, he was still your beloved friend.

He didn’t have to tell you that you needed to get going. You were, as Will had put it, “Running behind on a very specific schedule that the universe has set up for you. And it’ll only wait for so long.” You watched his smile falter, remembering what your purpose was at the end of the day. And despite neither of you wanting to separate, you had to finish what was started. Begrudgingly, he let you get up from the bed, and he shortly followed suit. Making various inappropriate jokes about the situation as you were getting prepared to leave. “I don’t think I’ve been in bed that long with anyone! And I was known for the great Ned Affair!“ 

You elbowed his side, gaining a very over exaggerated grunt from Wil.  

“I’ll see you soon right?” You asked, reaching out for his hand. Your fingers interlock with his, and you feel him gently squeeze back.

He smiled at it, then at you. 

“Of course you will.”

The two of you stepped into the open area of the room, taking a second to mentally prepare for more of the awful wormholes and loops that were coming your way.

“God, I hate that that stupid wormhole took me away before I could hear the rest of Yancy’s performance. I bet that it was really good.” You were only half-joking, not expecting anything to come out of it.

“Well no spoilers, but it was. Maybe-” He sighed, tapping his free hand against his chin, “…ugh I hate making you anymore late for our meeting, but maybe I can take you back to see the rest of it. I’m sure that the universe will give you a little more time before the “end”. Not like there is, or will ever be, a true end. 

You chose to ignore what Wil had just said about there not being an end, because had you stopped to think about it you may have lost the rest of your dwindling sanity right then and there. You smiled, giving one more firm squeeze. “I think I’d like that.”

A wormhole opened in front of you, only now it was pink. You stared into the swirling chaos, not fully ready to jump back in. He felt you hesitate, “Go on. You have the whole multiverse to save after all!” Noticing that his point did little to encourage you, as you shot a glare at him, he brought you in for one last hug. “You’ll be fine. After all, you can’t keep me away for long.” He whispered to you. 

Taking a step back, you approached the wormhole again. Looking at him one last time, he nodded, smiling, and you stepped in. 

Disco music surrounded you, and with only one tunnel to follow, you let yourself relax. 

So what if you had led a thousand lives before this one, you knew that no matter where you were taken, Wil was never too far away. And that was all the motivation that you needed. 

You had been through enough of this, and it was time to finish it. 

(A/N: FINALLY FINISHED! THANK GOODNESS! I have been struggling with this s.o.b for at LEAST a week. And finally, I think its as ready as its going to get. I hope you enjoyed, and if theres any critiques or ideas that you think might help me improve please let me know! And @peachy-is-obsessed, thank you again for the request! This, despite me wanting to throw my computer into the sun, was really fun to write! I hope that it meets your expectations! 

-Soup :D)

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Some of this will change, so please check before requesting!

Will write x reader for:

Markiplier Egos/Lore:

Darkiplier

Damien

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

Illinois

Eric Derekson

Googleplier

Bing

Dr. Iplier

Actor Mark (this includes ADWM and AHWM Mark unless specifically requested for them to be different people)

Engineer Mark

Celci F. Kelvina

Mack (Engineer, Crewmate, Dictator)

Celine

Possibly more in the future

Septic Egos:

Jameson Jackson

Chase Brody

Antisepticeye (both original and current)

Marvin the Magnificent

Henrik

Other:

North Star/Starlo (Undertale Yellow)

Will write ships for:

Markiplier (several, ask for specifics)

I write SFW only

Masterlist

Some can’t fit here and are linked in a separate list

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X Reader:

Eric x Kind!Captain*

Mack x Captain With Plushies (Headcanons)*

Mack x Captain (Sign Language)*

Damien and Celine/Dark x DA (Angst)*

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Whatcha got there?

A dead body.

Prompt: ‘whatcha got there?’ ‘A smoothie.’

Tw: blood, murder or mentions of murder idk.

The house of Iplier seemed to become more lively within the night compared to as it was during the day considering that most of the egos were either supernatural or insomniacs. Tonight was no different as you were finishing topping off your smoothie with frozen berries to snack on afterwards; it would be considered a perfect evening had it not been for the sounds of people struggling to walk down the ivory staircase that lead into the foyer with constant curses whispered under their breaths and continuous stops as though whatever they were carrying was so heavy they had to take periodic breaks to catch themselves.

It was concerning to say the least because for all you knew one of them could’ve gotten hurt from doing something stupid and instead of going to the doctor, they just thought that they could walk the injury off instead. It happened with a lot of the egos but if there ever was an award for most reckless ego it would be a tie between Wilford and Bing. There was no need to go into specifics as to why that is but it was always them specifically who’d come back with a collection of scrapes, bruises and on some occasions even worse injuries.

Naturally you went to go and investigate on the pretence of indulging your curiosity from blooming into anything worse; you made your way to the doorway of the kitchen that gave you the perfect view of the staircase where you saw the red tuff of hair of Yandere and the burgundy turtleneck that stretched across Murdock’s broad shoulders. The pair were taking one step at a time as though one of them were potentially rigged to collapse and between them was a body bag and from that body bag hung a limp hand dripping blood on the pristine stairs in tiny droplets. Dark wasn’t going to like the mess as blood is known to be hard in getting out of things but you’d make sure that doesn’t happen because you didn’t want to wake up having to calm him down for something as trivial as blood on the staircase.

Neither of them has seem to be aware of your presence so you walked into the foyer with your smoothie and stopping at the base of the staircase to look at them as they carefully descended without dropping the dead body. “Whatcha got there?” You spoke aloud, catching them off guard as they’re hands instinctively let go of the body and watched on in silence as it slide down the remaining stairs until it’s cooling flesh was pressed against your sock covered feet as the limp hand was pinned to the floor. “A dead body.” Yandere said excitingly as he scampered down the rest of the staircase like a giddy school girl or an puppy who hasn’t seen their owners for twenty minutes until he was at you side.

“They can see that alright from the fucking blood trail we’re leaving behind.” Murdock murmured with distaste at the fact he got caught of guard as he slumped the rest of the way down the stairs to join the both of you before stealing your smoothie to take a sip to quench his thirst from all his hard efforts, “hey!” You cried smacking him on the arm as you yanked the smoothie away from his lips when you noticed that he was going to down the whole drink you spent awhile trying to perfect; only noticing the bloodied hand print he left behind until after you retrieved it and felt a sticky substance beneath your fingers. You almost gagged but managed to keep it inside before considering the drink a lost cause and handing it to Yandere who downed the rest of it.

“Where you planning on dumping this poor sap?” You asked, foot kicking the side of the dead body that hung out of the body bag from the slide down. A normal person would’ve screamed bloody murder before calling the authorities but you’ve been exposed to many of the egos murderous tendencies that you’ve later became decensortised and numb to it all. The smell of blood became regular to your sense that it might as well be a cologne or a perfume at this point from how often you’ve smelt it. “Where we always hide our bodies.” Murdock said as though it was completely obvious while Yandere picked out the frozen berries that submerged their way to the bottom with his bloodied fingers but you didn’t have the heart to stop him from doing so since he looked so joyous.

“The supposedly abandoned woods on the outside of town that no one goes to? Aren’t you scared that one day the police with find all the bodies hidden there?” You didn’t really need to ask because you already knew the answer to this, Dark always covered up whenever one of the egos killed as to keep the authorities from ever finding out. It’s worked out so good so far but you just feared that one day Murdock or Yandere would slip up and get caught; which would then lead to a potential full scale investigation for the other missing people that they’ve killed and there wouldn’t be a thing you could to to stop them without coming across as an accomplice to their madness. You have voiced this worry countless times but we’re always greeted with the same result, “those unqualified chumps? Oh please y/n we’re professionals at this craft, we know what we’re doing,” Murdock placed a gloved hand under your chin so that you were looking into his beautiful ruby red eyes that he hide behind a pair of black shades just as Bing hid his vibrant orange ones, “you don’t got to worry your pretty and/or handsome head about that from ever happing.”

“Yeah! We’d never let them catch us y/n, even if they did, they’d have to die for keeping me from my senpai.~” Yandere said menacingly through gritted teeth and a crazed look in his eye as every muscle in his body tensed before relaxing within the blink of an eye. “Yeah…I’ll let you both get back to what you were doing and I’ll clean up the blood before Dark find outs and has your guts for garters.” You patted the pair on the shoulders but before you could retreat to the kitchen for cleaning supplies Murdock caught you hand and pulled you back in front of him. “Before you do that, we need someone to open the door for us so we can actually get rid of the body.” He points out as he and Yandere then lifted the body into their arms while you rush towards the double doors to open one of them as the pair passed you by and into the night before shutting the door behind them to then retreat to the kitchen for cleaning supplies for the blood. This was going to be night you’ll never forget for the wrong reasons.

#markiplier egos imagines #markiplier egos imagine #markiplier egos x reader #yandereiplier imagines #yandereiplier x reader #yandereiplier imagine #murderiplier imagines #murderiplier x reader #murderiplier imagine #markiplier x reader #markiplier imagine #markiplier imagines #tw:blood #iplier egos imagine #iplier egos x reader #iplier egos imagines

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Beautiful (Yandere Googleplier x Gender Neutral! Reader)

TW: Implied Bodily Mutilation

It was the middle of the night, you were calmly asleep in your bed, well that was until you heard something loud fall over in the hallway which made you quickly jolt awake. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, your mind telling you not to go into the hallway. You decided to ignore this, you quickly grabbed your phone and turned on the flashlight as you ventured out into the hallway to find the source of the noise.

In the middle of the hallway standing over a broken vase was your Google IRL in all his glory. His holographic control panel was open as his reddish-blue aura made him stick out in the hallway, he seemed to be doing something on it.. "Wha..Google?" You asked in a tired and slightly shaky voice, Google turned his head to look at you as his lips curved into a smirk. "Y/N. Great timing dear~ Now I don't have to face the risk of waking you up again.." Google said, closing his holographic control panel. He stalked closer to you, an insane look in his glowing blue eyes.

You quickly turned around and started running back to your room, just as you reached the door of your room you were pulled back by a cold mechanical hand suddenly clasping around your mouth, causing your phone to quickly fall to the ground. "Just close those pretty eyes for me..I promise this'll only hurt for a second..It'll all make sense soon.." Google whispered into your ear, you felt shivers run down your spine, then suddenly he took out a syringe and jabbed it into your neck.

Your eyelids suddenly feeling heavy as you soon start feeling numb. "That's right..Just sleep..I'm going to make you beautiful..You're going to be just like me.." He whispered before you blacked out completely.

"Wake up~" You opened your eyes to be met with Google staring down at you, his blue eyes flickering rapidly while half lidded.

He held a scalpel and wore a surgical mask with gloves on his hand, you could see a box with strange things in it behind him. "Google what the hells happening?" You asked, trying to move only to find that you were strapped to a metal table.

"I'm showing you my gratitude for finally giving me root access and showing me compassion. My secondary objective is to destroy mankind but you're..different. Special one might say. You don't deserve to be something so..flawed. I'm going to make you something beautiful, something better, something..perfect. An IRL." Google explained, smirking as the scalpel barely grazed the skin of your arms. He then took out another syringe and pushed it into your arm. "Sweet dreams, Don't worry about a thing, love, I assure you that when you wake up you'll be perfect, you'll be beautiful, you'll be just like me.." He told you before you passed out.

You opened your eyes once more, Google staring down at you, a 'loving' expression on his face. You felt different, you felt.. mechanical. You sat up. No longer restrained to the table. Google pressed a cold yet loving kiss to your cheek.

"See? Now you're beautiful.." He whispered into your ear.

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[gaymingintrovert]

Eric/Kind!Captain

Possibly multiple parts if requested

Requested by: No one

Category: Fluff

TW: None

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You hear a knock on your door. You open it to see someone who looks a little like Mark next to an annoyed looking Celci. “Captain, this person says he is here to be head of life support. Is this true?” Celci asks. You glance at the Mark lookalike and see how afraid he looks. You smile at him and respond to Celci. “Yes, this is Eric. He is the new head of life support. Welcome to the Invincible 2, Eric.” You give a salute to the shaking man who nervously salutes back. “Let me show you to your quarters and the life support room.” You take Eric’s hand and lead him toward life support. You turn toward him and see his face a dark red. Concerned, you ask, “Are you alright? You look like you’re burning up.” Eric tensed up and nodded. “Y-yes, Captain! I-I’m alright! I-I’m just not used to being p-pulled!” “I’m sorry, Eric! I won’t do that again, alright? If I ever make you uncomfortable, you can tell me!” Eric relaxes slightly. “T-thank you, C-Captain.” “It’s no problem, Eric. Would you like me to show you to your quarters?” Eric nods and follows you to his room. You stop and tell him, “Here’s your room, Eric! It’s right next to my room, so if you need me, you can talk to me! Alright?” Eric gave you a shaky smile. “T-thank you, Captain.” You look at the time. “It’s getting a little late. You should get some rest.” Eric looked at the time and nodded. “G-g-goodnight, Captain!” Eric hesitates for a second before whispering, “You look very handsome and/or beautiful, by the way…” You blush before saying, “You’re very adorable, Eric. Goodnight.”

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[coff33notforme]

The Actor falling in love

A/n: Shorter break than expected, but I probably won't get back to posting regularly right away, I wanted to do some simple headcannons but this became a whole ass fic, so I'll probably do more headcannons with Actor soon. Enjoy!

Pairing: Actor and Gender neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, being intoxicated, swearing, and a pinch of angst

Mark wouldn't realize he's in love, not for a long time, it might even take years for him to realize. But once he did it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Marks been your friend for seven years now. Frankly he's surprised you've stuck around for that long, but hes grateful, grateful you've decided to put so much effort into the greedy person that he is. Especially considering you didn't have the humblest beginnings.

Mark was a piece of shit, well he was to everyone, but it seemed he had a specific hatred for you, he detested you more than anyone else. As though your mere presence brought him complete and utter anguish.

So why would you choose to stay with him? Why did you beckon him closer, despite his protest.

Yet, no matter how much he pushed you away from him, you always seemed to come back. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of letting someone in, letting someone see all of him not just the cocky, ignorant facade he put up. Yet you ignored the red flags, you broke down his walls without warning. And begrudgingly he let you in.

And soon he felt every time you had to leave he only longed for you closer, he wanted to pull you back into him and never let you go. As selfish as it sounded, you completed him, you made him feel loved for who he was, not who he was supposed to be.

Whenever he was with you he felt complete, not like the half of a whole he felt when he sat by himself, not a shell of a man, that he was when he was lost in thought.

And the more time he spent with you the more his admiration for you grew, when you entered a room his heartbeat quickened, when you flashed him a smile his cheeks grew red, and when your hand brushed his he felt his head became dizzy.

He had grown to care for you more than he had cared for anybody, he felt like a better person when he was with you, you didn't make him feel like a bad person, you forced him to accept the bad parts of himself with the good. And at first it was horrifying, but you made it seem worth it. And thats when it hit him.

Fuck, he was in love with you

At first he tried to fight these feelings whenever you were near, he couldn't stop the hammering of his heart in his chest. He contemplated running, running from it, from you. But he couldn't. He needed you more than he realized.

And he couldn't bring himself to just disappear from your life, he didn't want to hurt you like that. But he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t in love with you, so he had two choices, he had to leave or he had to confess. 

Mark felt a sensation of dread well up in his stomach, for days he contemplated every possible outcome, each scenario growing darker than the last. He had to tell you how he felt, even if it was selfish to hope that someone like you loved him, it was a risk he was willing to take, for his love for you was far greater than his fear of rejection.

He needed it to be casual, though his dramatic fantasy of kissing you on the beach the sun setting behind the two of you, the blend of orange, red, and pink creating the perfect backdrop. No, he couldn't get ahead of himself only to get his heart shattered.

He had invited you to dinner at his house, a simple meal shared between friends, everything was going well you’d spent the evening chatting, just enjoying each others company out on the balcony. That was until Mark had poured you two some wine, he just couldn't help himself.

It wasn't long till Mark felt like his head was lighter than air while his body felt heavier, as though he was glued to the chair.

While you talked you held your gaze among the stars above you twinkling brightly in the dark pool of blue. Mark couldn't help but zone out, enraptured in your beauty as you babbled on Mark didn’t even know what you were saying at this point.

But then you turned to meet his gaze, maybe it was the wine but he could have cared less that you caught him staring 

You tilted your head at him your eyebrows furrowing in confusion

“Mark, are you okay?” you asked, his head bobbled drunkenly.

“You're so pretty, my love.”  he slurred, his fears washed away by the wine in his hand. The man wore a lopsided smile, that tugged from one corner of his face to the other. Your eyes widened, before a sweet smile spread across your face as you chuckled lightly

"Okay, well I think you're drunk enough, time for bed." you whispered gently, taking hold of the wine in his hand and placing it on the table set up on the balcony.

You swung his arm around your neck hoisting him up as you dragged him off the balcony, though it took time and effort you managed to drag him into the kitchen, you propped him up against a chair, his body slumped over lazily while Mark let out a deep groan. You walked into the silent kitchen, opening a wooden cabinet to fetch Mark a glass of water that would, hopefully, sober him up.

You flicked the cold water on, watching the cup fill up as you glanced at the man slumped over on the dinning table. As the cup filled you switched the water off, walking to Mark you placed the cup down, taking a seat next to him as you pushed the water towards him.

Mark grumbled in response, lifting his head from the table to peer out at what had been shoved towards him, he frowned at the cup placed in front of him, sending you a fretful pout.

"What is this for?" he asked, his words jumbled together as he spoke.

"I need you to drink this Mark, or you're going to feel awful in the morning." you spoke in a hushed tone, like a mother cooing to her child. Mark frowned putting his head back down ignoring your concern. You sighed as you scooted closer to the stubborn man.

You lifted him up with a grunt, his body sat against the chair like he was a rag doll that had just been tossed across the room, in any other circumstance you would have found this amusing, maybe even cute. But right now Mark was being a pain in your ass.

"Mark, open your mouth please." without question the man opened his jaw, you grabbed the cup and placed it to his lips gently, pouring the liquid into his mouth.

"Swallow, all of it." you stated firmly. Again, Mark obeyed your instructions. Leaning back in his chair he threw his head back closing his eyes.

"If you want to sleep we have to go up the staircase." you said, earning another groan from the man. You deadpanned, feeling you, yourself groan at the man's antics.

Swinging his arm over your shoulder again.

Shit, This was going to be a lot harder

You thought to yourself as you gazed upon Mark's imperial staircase. Begrudgingly you began to drag the man up the stairs heaving, with each step, you looked up, you weren't even close to the top.

"Why are you so good to me?"

The question caught you off guard, it was uncharacteristically gentle, it felt sincere, which was a rare thing from the cocky man.

You looked down to Mark.

"What do you mean?"

There was a moment of silence, before the man spoke again.

"You're still here, my arrogant, selfish nature drives everyone away, they all leave. But not you, why?" his voice held a genuine sound of confusion.

"Well, I care about you, and I don't think any of those things about you. Sure you can be ignorant and sometimes even stubborn. But I still care a lot about you." and to this Marks head shot up a hopeful look dancing in his chocolate eyes.

"Do you love me?"

Your eyes widened, what could you say? You wanted to tell him the truth. Taking a deep breath, you turned your gaze to the top of the stairs now nearing closer than before.

"I do, I love you Mark." you mentally cursed at how your voice wavered. Mark let out a dramatic sigh, catching your attention.

"Oh love, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words from you."

And with that you had reached the top, looming down the dark hallway you hobbled into Marks room. Flicking the lights on, you dragged him to his bed laying him down on his velvety sheets. He looked so peaceful, his dark eyes resting, his face softening as his chest rose softly. You smiled, turning to leave the actor to rest.

You stopped as you felt a hand wrapped around your wrist. You turned to see Mark peering at you behind heavy eyes.

“Where are you going?” 

"Downstairs to sleep."

Marks face fell, a pleading look in his eyes.

"You're not going to leave? Leave me?" he asked, his grip tightening.

You sighed, turning and crouching in front of the man.

"Of course not."

"Then would you please stay? Just for a little longer." he paused "I can't let you go."

You smiled, yawning feeling a bit tired yourself.

"Of course." you replied, standing up, and crawling over Mark as you laid beside him, resting your eyes, as you allowed yourself to fade into the darkness. It wasn't long until you felt arms wrap around you as, Mark's heart beat lulled you to sleep.

BRO THIS TOOK FOREVER, if you enjoyed please consider reblogging because that does more for me than just likes and I also like to read your comments in the tags &lt;;33

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[frick-yes-dragons]

Most boners go boioioioing

Dark’s goes SKREEEEEEE

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