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cozyenigma · 4 months

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Sleepless

(Hope this was what you envisioned!)

Word Count- 1241

Request?- Yes

Summary- Late nights in space weren't out of the norm. Everyone dealt one way or another but it was easier when you had someone to pass the time with

Warnings- None

Insomnia wasn't a unique problem aboard the invincible two. Even with artificial day night cycles it was still a struggle to adjust to sleeping in space. You frequently found your crew trying to mitigate it as best they could, in their own ways.

Burt was probably the only one who actually tried to sleep on a schedule. Making sure his tea stash was stocked in the mess hall was always a wise choice. He was quiet at the best of times and even more so when he was short on sleep.

On the other hand, you had Celci. She had a meticulous plan in place for herself. Being the head of cryostasis probably had something to do with that. She limited her caffeine intake, screen time past a certain point, and certain foods entirely. Despite that, it wasn't uncommon to see her working into the wee hours of the morning. Or what should've been morning by earth standards. The stubborn scientist always reasoned that there was always more work to do so she ought to make herself useful.

Gunther... Well, so long as he had free access to a shooting range he kept that particular problem to himself.

You sighed, running a hand down your face as you walked down the hall. There wasn't much of a need to have a night crew with the planet right beneath you so it was blessedly silent. What you kept coming back to was late night walks. It let your mind and your body wander and, ideally, wear themselves out.

Your footsteps echoed softly as you neared the bridge. The usual silence you expected, however, was broken by soft snoring sounds. They only had you pause for a moment before continuing into the bridge.

His legs were poking out from under the console. Tools were scattered about his sleeping form, a wrench still loosely grasped in one hand. You shook your head and approached. Mark was the type to keep going until his body gave out on him, insomnia or no. Gently as you could, you reached out and shook his leg.

Mark jerked awake and lurched upwards, directly into the console. You winced at the clang and Marks following curses.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay?"

Clambering out from underneath the machinery, Mark looked up at you, still holding his forehead. "Captain? Why're you still up?"

You couldn't help but snort. "Pot calling the kettle black much?"

Brushing his tools aside, Mark stood up. "I wasn't up till a few seconds ago actually, thanks for that."

He brushes his hands off on his pants, giving you a knowing look. "And you still haven't answered the question."

Already you had similar snark locked and loaded to throw back and yet... You paused, looked out of the window at the expanse of space and the small, small ball you all risked your lives to get to.

"The usual," you said eventually. "Bonus nightmares included." You ignored how Marks expression softened at that. "I was just- trying to walk and clear my head is all. You?"

A long pause. A sigh. "About the same. I didn't even try to go to bed so, think you got that one on me. One of the crew mentioned the display had been glitching out so," he lightly kicked at the console, "here I am."

The laugh that came out of you then wasn't amused as much as it was just tired. "I'd say glad to know I'm not the only one but I kinda hoped you were doing better than I was at least."

Kicking his tools out of the way, Mark goes to sit down against the console, facing the window. "We're a team in all things, Captain. Even the fucked up nightmare department."

He pats the floor next to him and you take the invitation, sidling up next to him. The two of you both watch the planet below in silence. Tomorrow the efforts to establish a colony below would begin in earnest. Before this, the idea would have filled you with excitement. Now though... you were just tired. Mentally and physically you were exhausted and you were keenly aware of how much you needed the sleep for the day to come.

"You think they're doing okay?" Your confusion must've been obvious since Mark continued, "Back on Earth, I mean. What do you think they're doing back there?"

"I don't know... Probably just- living their lives, I guess," you muttered, looking back outside.The thought never occurred to you. That sort of peaceful normalcy with lifetimes, light years behind you now.

"I dont know," he sighed, "I just keep thinking what I'd be doing right now if I wasn't- hurtling through space, yknow?"

You hummed and nodded. Hesitant, you asked, "Do you- if you could go back and never take this job on, do something else, would you?"

When he looks at you then there's a faraway look to his eyes you'd never seen before. Well... one you'd only seen one other time. "...At the end of the day... No," he murmurs. "No I don't think I would. Knowing what all I do now. I'd do a lot of stuff differently but not that. I know one way or another I'd end up out here, in space."

You're almost relieved when he looks away from you again. Then you feel him knock his shoulder into yours."

Besides, someone needs to keep you on track, Captain."

You snort despite yourself. Knocking him back just has the two of you in a vicious game of trying to push the other over. By the end of it you're both laughing like only the sleep deprived can. An idea abruptly popped into your head and you would blame the sleeplessness that made you act on it almost immediately.

Shifting, you laid down and placed your head squarely in the middle of Marks lap. You could feel him stiffen underneath you.

"Uh-"

"You're a good pillow, shush."

After a moment he relaxes again, setting his hand on your arm. "Alright, whatever you say, captain."

You yawned, shaking your head. "When are you gonna stop calling me that?"

"Whenever you're not my captain anymore. Which I don't see happening anytime soon."

"Kiss ass," you muttered.

There's a finger poking you in the cheek. "Only if you ask nicely."

That sent you sputtering, turning to see him looking down at you with a similar expression. You could already see the blush darkening his cheeks and feel the same on yours.

"Uh-"

"Can we-"

You both stop. Then, Mark continued, "We're gonna just blame that on the no sleep."

"Yeah that- that sounds good."

There's an awkward silence after that. One where you just stubbornly stare out of the window and try not to think too hard about the man you're with. Eventually, that fades as the exhaustion sweeps over you again. You'd scoot back into him, the back of your head resting against his stomach now, and sighed.

At some point Mark would start idly rubbing his thumb across your arm. The presence of another person, the warmth of it, was enough for you to finally close your eyes.

When your crew mates both found you passed out on the bridge, they left you alone for a while. Not before some pictures were taken to commemorate the occasion of course but the two of you could use some shut eye.

#Iswm #writersofmark #youtuber ego #space mark #head engineer mark #space mark x reader #reader insert #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #my wriitng

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elenavr13 · 6 months

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Echoes of Old Friends

Darkiplier x DA

Warnings: swearing

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

*What Could Have Been- Sting*

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

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

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

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

“Why are you back?” I seethe.

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

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

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

“I don’t want your help.”

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

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

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

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

“It’s Dark now.” He sneers

“Oh, I apologize, Dark.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t destroy…”

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

“I have heard enough of your insolence.”

“Put Me Back! Damien, put…”

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

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

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

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egotisticaleverything · 2 months

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Hii :D Any NSFW alphabet headcanons for either Natemare or Phantom?

NATEMARE + PHANTOM

NSFW HEADCANNONS

A/N: OHOHOHOHOOOOH DO I HAVE HEADCANNONS? YES I DO INDEEEEEEEED as always NSFW below the cut and READ THE WARNINGS!!

Warning/contains: face sitting, bondage, biting, dom/sub dynamic, degrading/praise kink, oral sex

Natemare:

- we all saw the mangled music video.

- he’s into bondage.

- NO MAN HAS THAT MUCH ROPE WITHOUT A DESIRE TO TIE SOMEONE UP OR BE TIED UP

- if you did tie him up though he’d be a whiney bitch about it

- 100% a switch but when subbing very bratty

- when being a dom?

- he’s very 50/50 with praising and degrading

- he’d definitely call you prince/princess or some other cheesy nick names

- favourite position is doggy 100%

- he’s into hair pulling too

- weather it’s his hair being pulled or yours he’s into it 100%

- he will beg you to sit on his face

- agree to it and he’ll probably marry you

Phantom:

- he will bite you

- he’s very into biting and scratching

- also hickeys

- expect them everywhere

- he will edge you and overstimulate you

- he can and will eat you out until you’re actually crying from overstimulation

- he never was a sub so if you try to dom him he won’t stop you he’ll just be extreme flustered confused and embarrassed

- once he’s used to it throw a few ‘good boy’s at him and he’ll melt

- put a collar on him or restrain him in any way

- he’ll complain but he loves it

- favourite position is missionary

- he likes to see your face

- he feels it’s more intimate

#smut #natewantstobattle #natepai #natemare #natemare x reader #phantom nwtb #phantom x reader #phantom nwtb x reader #natewantstobattle x reader #YouTuber egos #nwtb #nwtb egos #natemare nwtb

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jacksepticeye-simp · 1 year

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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.

#googleplier #googleplier x reader #markiplier egos #yandere #gender neutral character #x reader #tw bodily harm #surgery mention #android #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere love #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere robot #robot x reader #iplier egos x reader #youtuber egos

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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━"Self Aware"

━Markiplier

━Tw: None

━Note: By (un)popular demand, here's the fic from the idea I had!

━Song: "Fallen Down" By Toby Fox

Mark bit his tounge in between his teeth lightly as he fiddled with his camera, the room behind him ready for recording.

It was late Sunday. The day had been long and the last thing anyone would want to do was stay up longer. And yet while everyone else was settling into bed with bleary eyes and a feeling of dread for the work day tomorrow, here sat Mark preparing to play some horror games.

After a few seconds of feeling around for buttons and lights the device was up and ready to go. The man sat back with a sigh and a smile, finally pressing record as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier and welcome to three. scary. games." He uttered the same sentence that he always began this series with, trusting Lixian to put in some scary effects towards the end of it later.

"Today were gonna starting out with 'Lonely Nights', a demo from some up and coming producers in the horror genre." Mark switched his attention to the game while doing his best to still speak close to the mic.

"A game in which you are home alone, defending yourself from the unknown." He read from the menu aloud. If Mark was being honest it sounded like any other game he had played for this video series. This just happened to be an experience he stumbled upon while searching Steam for some new content.

"Well-" The mouse clicked on the start button. "-let's get into it."

"Goddamn middle class family's and their goddamn middle class locks."

(Y/n) threw down the bobby pin, pissed as hell. The blisters lining the pads of their fingers made them wince slightly. They had forgotten their gloves at home. But it's not like the local police force around here checked for finger prints anyways. They were too busy sleeping at their desks to do any real work.

With a huff they rolled up the sleeves of the black hoodie they were wearing, already making their way around to a side fence and jumping it.

(Y/n) landed in the middle of an average suburban backyard. A rusty swing and thick oak tree was shoved against one side of the yard while a crusty sandbox lay on the other end, looking unused and worn from weather.

The scene reminded (Y/n) of the homes that they would pass on their way too and from school as a kid. They remembered looking in the windows of more fortunate family's, wincing at the way that they seemed to have everything handed to them on a silver platter whereas they were stuck with whatever they could gather.

Stealing from people wasn't exactly their first career choice growing up—in fact they had wanted to be a zombie killing ballerina—but when money got tight and rent too expensive, the art of knicking objects from middle class homes became second nature.

They never took anything that people would miss of course. Just small things like spare watches and food, maybe a twenty here and there.

Everytime they broke into a house, they told themself that it would be the last one. But eventually the bills would pile up again and they were back on a dark doorstep, lock pick in hand.

Making their way casually across the lawn as if they didn't just jump a metal fence into private property, (Y/n) went up to peek through one of the windows.

It was dark. As usual.

Sliding away from the glass pane, they thought they heard a sharp gasp from inside. Checking again, they didn't see anything.

Must have been the wind.

Grabbing the smooth doorknob of the nearby back door, they turned slowly to check.

"Huh. It's actually unlocked. That's a first." They mused to themself with a small smile. Anything to make this go faster they supposed.

Opening it with a creak, they stepped into the house.

Only to be met with a chair to the face.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD." Mark shrieked, hand quickly darting up to fix the headphones that had falled down his neck ever so slightly.

"WHAT IN THE FUCKING SHITTY BITCH TIT BALLS WAS THAT."

He had been playing the game for a while. It had started out fairly mundane; introducing the plot (he was a teenager home alone while his parents were out on a trip), teaching him the controls (WASD to move and mouse to look around), as well as displaying a rather realistic looking setting. If Mark didn't know this was a video game he would have mistaken it for really grainy footage of a real house.

But true to the horror title, it had slowly began to freak out Mark. The rattling front door had been a cliche move, as had the dark face in the back window, but allowing his character to hit the home intruder in the face with a chair? That was new.

"What the hell man! What was that for?"

The usual pixilated subtitles popped up allowing for an easy read. Mark cracked a small smile at the response, finding it amusing. He liked the little detail of the voice being a bit off since they did just get smashed in the face with a chair.

He waited for his own character to spit some code encrypted dialog back at the home intruder, but when nothing happened he tried speaking out. As a joke of course. To keep the viewers entertained.

"Well I mean, you did you break into the house."

He was shocked when the games figure snorted back at him.

"Yeah, but shouldn't you like, call the cops or something? Hide under a bed? At least hit me with a baseball bat. But a wooden chair? Seriously man I think I have splinters up my nose now."

Mark was thoroughly stunned. Was this part of the game? I mean, it had seemed pretty advanced before, but he wasn't sure if voice activation had been invented into these types of things yet. And how did they know what to say in response to him? Wouldn't it just be limited to four generic answers or whatever?

"I'm just going to uh, leave." Mark heard after a stretch of silence, and he watched as the source of the voice slowly inched for the door.

"Wait! Uh, aren't you going to rob me? Scare me o-or something?"

They paused.

"Do you want me to?" They asked. Mark sat stunned as they listened to the genuine confusion in their voice.

Damn that was some good voice acting.

Out of all the houses (Y/n) had robbed, this was by far the strangest experience. And they had walked in on a dog humping a lamp before so that was saying something.

The person before them looked like he had just rushed out of bed. His hair was all pushed to one side like he had been sleeping on the right side of his face, and a polka dotted robe encased his figure. It was the bunny slippers that tied it all together in (Y/n)s opinion though. A real fashion forward guy.

"I mean, uh not really. No I don't want you to scare me." He croaked, answering their last question.

(Y/n) blinked.

"Then why in the hell did you basically ask me to."

They watched as he threw his hands in the air, a confused sound slipping from his lips.

"Isn't that what you're supposed to do or something? Rattle a few doorknobs, make loud stomping sounds and then jump scare me!?"

"And why in the hell would I do that." They deadpanned back at him.

His jaw opened and closed like a gaping fish while they just quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah you're insane." (Y/n) said while picking at the hem of their hoodie nonchalauntly. "But I mean I guess I have to get used to people like you if I'm gonna do this for a living." They mumbled sourly. He let out a offended 'hey!' but they just continued to ignore them.

Shrugging, they decided to get out of there before he came to his wits and rushed to call the cops. Thank god they had remembered to flip their hoodie up so it shielded their face before walking on in. It didn't do anything to soften the blow of that chair though that's for sure.

"This is by far the weirdest game I've played in a while." (Y/n) heard the stranger say as they bolted out of their.

What a weird guy.

They liked him.

#mark #mark x reader #markiplier x reader #markiplier #iplier #iplier egos #markiplier ego #markiplier egos #mark fischback x reader #mark fischbach #youtuber #youtubers #youtubers x reader #egos x reader #markipliers egos #markiplier egos x reader #egos

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missxfaithc · 11 months

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Can anyone recommend me some good DarkiplierxReader fics?

#darkiplier x y/n #darkiplier x reader #darkiplier #markiplier #markiplier egos #youtubers #youtube #a date with markiplier #who killed markiplier #wkm the mayor #wkm darkiplier #wkm damien #wkm district attorney

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riotlain · 4 months

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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

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okiefuckindokie · 11 months

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Now and Then Ch.2

Here is the long awaited chapter to my take on WKM 🤗 It’s been too long and I do plan on still writing for this series (and others that came after WKM like Heist and Space)

I will have my requests closed atm as I still have things to work out but you will see me here and there.

I hope you all enjoy🧡

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Read Chapter 1 here

TRIGGER WARNING: I do have a part in here that involves a p***ck at***k. You can always scroll pass where it says “the fear” and start again the paragraph after the one that follows.

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You needed to get home. You need to get home as fast as you can. This is getting too extreme. What the actual HELL was that?! And how did they know your name? Well, you were just dreaming; of course people in your dreams can know your name. The library is dead quiet. The lights seem slightly dimmer. Is everyone gone? You quickly looked around the library to see if anyone noticed what had just happened. Thankfully no one did. You gather your things and nearly sprint towards the exit. As you head outside, the storm seems to have subsided for now and you make your way to the bus stop. The entire way there you think about anything and everything different to get your mind off your “almost living nightmare”. The bitter breeze nips at your face, making you scrunch it tight. The flickering light poles are the only thing guiding you to your bus stop. You were about to turn the corner to take a seat but you slam into something pretty hard. Losing your balance, you start to tip over but you feel a strong hand grab at your forearm.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”, the male exclaimed. It took you a moment to gather yourself before properly looking at him. The second you do, it took you by surprise by how attractive he actually is. He has a pretty tall and toned physique from what you can see. Nothing dramatic but you can tell he’s an athlete. He wears a black and white jacket with a matching black beanie and blue jeans. His chestnut colored curly locks peek out of the beanie in front of his fair skinned face. His eyes focused on you are soft despite his worried expression. They’re a warm hazel color that fit his features quite well.

You respond with a sigh, “No, no, that was my fault. I should have been more careful.” He looked at your face for a good few seconds. Does he sense something wrong?

He asks, “Are you sure? Because you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Oh, if he only knew.. The inner torment you’ve been going through for months now. Countless sleepless nights on top of work and school. It doesn’t even scratch the surface…. He takes your silence as a sign to not go further on the subject. The man sighs as he takes a seat, “Well, the next bus won’t be here for a while.” You hesitantly take yours next to him. “Name’s Benjamin. What’s yours?”.

“Y/N. It’s Y/N.”,you shyly replied. You were running out of things to talk about without seeming too stressed from what just happened. Luckily, your route so happens to come up to the stop, giving you an utter rush of relief. The old, wet, squeaky doors open in front of you and you rise from the bench. You turned to Benjamin and gave him a small farewell smile.

He smiles back and waves, “Nice meeting you, Y/N. Have a good one.” You go on to enter your bus and sit in the very back where nobody else was. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but it’s almost as if you feel like you’ve met him before? Or maybe even just seen him in public? No… that's not it. Oh well. You don't have the mental capacity to be thinking about this. So you reach into your bag and pull out your earbuds to drown out the world for right now.

The rest of the way home was a blur. You don't even remember walking into your apartment. Almost like a trance.. It wasn't until you slammed the front door that took you out of your thoughts.

Darkness….

That was all what accompanied you; and you were fine with that. Accepting being alone was nothing new. Granted, it made life difficult sometimes. But ever since these… dreams… nightmares… visions… whatever they are; you want nothing more than to just be LEFT ALONE. You drop your belongings on the couch closest to you and head towards your room. The dark and dreary hallway is engulfed by the pitch black shadow of night. You drag your feet against the carpet; you’re exhausted. Hell, that’s not even the start of it. At this point, it’s the vein of your existence. You enter your room and it’s still slightly dirty from this morning because you were almost late to the bus. You plop yourself down to your bed facing the ceiling. This… all of this… it's too much. The dreams. The stress. The fear..

Is it really getting to your head? At this point, who really knows. And if you talk about it, who's gonna believe you? Your friends? Family?? Nobody can help you. The more you think about it, the more you feel like the world is suffocating you. Your chest is pounding with your heartbeat. You try to calm yourself down by slowly closing your eyes and breathing in through your nose and out from your mouth. You do this enough so you feel comfortable to open your eyes again. A tear escapes from your eye and trickles down the right side of your head. The second you noticed, it was all over. There was no stopping it, at least for a while. You turned to your side as you quietly sobbed the night away and eventually fell into slumber.

Some hours passed and you awakened with a headache. Finally getting up from your bed, your feet padded across the floor and you get to the kitchen. You reach your arms out slightly to find the lightswitch and your eyes scrunch up when it turns on. Crying a lot really gets you dehydrated so you grab a glass of water from the sink. There is a window above the sink and you gaze at the night sky. It looks… peaceful. Everything seems like it’s in a standstill and you wish with all your heart you could be a part of that. Just for once to be in peace. You take a moment to try to gather your thoughts. Nowadays with this hellish nightmare, what’s there to think about anymore? And who’s gonna care? You sigh and take a sip. As you lower the glass from your lips, you fixate on the leaky faucet. “Is this my life now?”, you asked yourself. The light starts to flicker for a moment and goes out. A heavy sigh escapes your lips, “Ugh, why now?”. You turned to find the lightswitch again and attempted to turn them back on but to no avail. "Stupid wires… even more stupid apatment…”.

You lower your hand from the switch and suddenly feel the air thicken. Your body is gradually getting the pins and needles all over. This makes you shiver to your core. You want to move. You want to retreat back to your room but you can't. You can't move an inch. It's almost as if there's something keeping you in that spot. A faint ringing resonates in your eardrums. They're getting louder. Louder. LOUDER. You harshly wince at the volume. The pain is getting too much and you try to cover your ears. Your face is scrunched up so hard, it might even get stuck. The noise is persistent and there's no stopping it. With all your might, you attempt to combat the noise with your own. You scream, "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO MEEEE!?".

And just like that, it stopped. Still holding your head in your hands, you try to breathe. The air grows cold, you can see it in your breath. You slowly gain as much composure as you can. You reach for your ears only to feel some blood coming out of one side. Palpitations are almost setting in. The volume of your chest starts to rise and lower rapidly. Your blood pressure is rising by the second. An unsettling presence invades your home as you try to gather yourself until you hear..

“There you are….” His voice was like poison in the air.

“You, my dear, were a hard one to find…”

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cozyenigma · 3 months

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Ingrained

Word Count- 1201

Request?- Yes!

(sorry this took me so long! I hope the tarot parts aren't too basic and it's what you envisioned! And of you'd still like the anon handle you can absolutely take that one!)

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- None

Dark didn't need to eat or drink. Food didn't nourish the carcass he hauled around and drink did nothing to quench his thirst. When he found himself presented with these things anyways, Dark always took a small amount of pleasure in others discomfort when they noticed he never touched anything.

Still, in the privacy of his own office, away from annoyances and prying eyes, he let himself imbibe. A steaming hot cup of sencha sat on his desk. The fine china cup, delicate and thin, gleamed atop its saucer. Heedless, of the temperature, Dark took a sip.

It tasted like ash.

One of his human components, he wasn't quite sure which, had liked to take tea in this setting once upon a time. Steaming hot tea in a window seat with a good book. As much as Dark was annoyed at the bleed over, the habit helped.

As did the readings. Dark knew which one this habit stemmed from. The cards seemed to flow in his hands. Shuffling and dealing and reading. The deck was worn. Creased and faded at the edges, the cards showed their age. Part of him wondered if this was her set when she was alive. Probably not.

As he was going to set the spread of cards, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Dark's hands paused. Then he gathered the cards back into one stack.

"Back again, are we?"

The air grew noticeably colder, the steam rising from his tea that much more pronounced. They were here alright.

With a sigh, he started shuffling again. "Are you going to skulk about or try and wreck my office again?"

His answer was a lamp tumbling to the floor, glass skittering across the hardwood.

"Right." Dark ignored the blatant hostility and cut the deck. The DA, reduced to the presence they were now, would eventually tire of the destruction. They always did. It was only Dark's own aura that kept them from doing physical harm to his body.

The destruction was a nuisance but only that. While he didn't enjoy replacing and repairing his furnishings every other week, he wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of seeing any reaction. Eventually, after he heard them gouge long tracks into the floor, they stopped.

He hummed and placed the deck on the desk.

"If you're finished?" Dark gestures to the cards and waited.

The room was still and silent once more. He knew they could move and choose the cards. Whether or not they were shocked or just refusing, he could only guess.

"If you won't," he took up the deck himself, giving it one more shuffle. "I'll ask a question for you, I'm sure both of us have been thinking it. Why do you keep coming back?"

The sound of broken glass crunching under foot. They were seemingly grinding the shards into the floor. That got to them.

"Let's keep it basic, shall we?" He kept going, tone too casual for the situation. "Basic three card pull. Past, present, future, hmm?"

They slipped through his hands as easily as water. Three cards, situated in a line right in front of him. Dark pictured them in his head, brooding as they sat opposite. It almost made him smile.

Delicately, he flipped the first over. A woman wrestling with a beast that might have, once, been a lion. The wearing of time and distortion made it seem otherworldly somehow.

"Strength," he laughed. "Makes sense, I suppose. You always were confident in your skills, even when we were young. Clear choices, clear purpose. I imagine you and everyone else thought you were aiming for bigger and better things, hmm?"

The walls themselves seemed to creak ominously around him. If he didn't know better he might suspect they could bring the ceiling down on top of him.

"Yknow," he said, resting his fingers atop the next card, "this is less the cards talking and more supposed to be the people themselves talking. To put things to words, I suppose. Though you can't quite manage that can you?"

The tea cup beside him abruptly cracked in half. Hot tea leaked out in a small flood, nearly taking the cards with it and soaking into his sleeve. Dark paid it no mind.

"The present now then, shall we?"

This next card was so worn down he very nearly couldn't read the text. Though he'd know the upside down design without it well enough.

"Reverse wheel of fortune," he leaned back, shaking errant drops of scalding tea from his hand. "A run of bad luck. Much as you try you can't control the past, you can't control the present either. Oh my poor, poor friend. I can understand that, to a degree."

He scanned the room, looking for a shimmer, a shadow, anything to indicate where they were. If they actually occupied any sort of space in this reality. The empty, cold office didn't provide him with any insight on that.

"Neither of us were in control then," he said eventually, "as for now…"

Dark flexed his hand. What was once their hand. "I suppose I'll be taking that back for the both of us, hmm?"

No response. Nothing was destroyed in a fit of impotent rage but he knew they were still here. That crawling every present feeling of being watched was still there.

"Stop trying to change things," he murmurs, "I don't pretend to know where you're existing now but there's surely better things for you to be doing. Maybe even actually rest."

Again, nothing. Dark huffed and, without further preamble, flipped the last card. This one made him laugh. As much as he could laugh, anyways.

"Justice? Really?"

The card was fairly self explanatory, as far as other cards in the deck went. The woman depicted held a scale and sword, regal and just. At some point the face was nearly erased, a small tear going through where her eyes would have been. The now cooled tea had soaked into the paper, giving the card a sickly brown green tint.

"You're pinning your hopes on karma, is that it?" He tossed the card back onto the desk. "I don't think so. The world isn't that kind. If anything, I'll be bringing you justice. Bringing down the man that caused all of this is karma enough, I think."

The deck next to him abruptly flew apart, cards pinwheeling in the air and just adding to the mess. Heaving a sigh, Dark got to his feet.

"One of us can keep going with this cycle, old friend," he'd admit, the old moniker was a dig he couldn't help but slip in, "and I think you know who."

If they heard him they chose not to show it. The room was more than still, it was empty. That pressure, the presence in the air was gone. Which left Dark among the ruins of his office once again.

"Same time next week, I suppose," he mutters, plucking a card from the desk and giving it a flick. The sencha had truly soaked the thing. Even with the paper starting to warp and discolor, he could still make out the tower clear as day.

#dark x reader #darkiplier x reader #writersofmark #darkiplier #reader insert #youtuber ego #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #my wriitng

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elenavr13 · 1 year

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Darkiplier Head Cannons

- Capable of manipulating shadows –as well as people–

- Can change appearance to look normal or like someone else

- Shares Damien’s face not Mark’s

- Isn’t actually a demon. Instead, he was made to be one.

- Always wears a chain which Y/n gave to him

- Knows how to play the piano but doesn’t do it a lot. As Damien, he loved playing and almost pursued a music career but he avoided it after becoming Dark because it reminded him of his past life. He’ll occasionally play piano for Y/n though because he knows they enjoy it.

- After he meets Y/n, his style becomes more casual as in sweatshirts, sweaters, and t-shirts. He really only dresses down in front of Y/n which means nearly everyone else just sees him in formal attire.

- Whenever Wilford asks for something from Dark, Dark plays a prank on him while also complying with what Wil asked.

- Enjoys it when Y/n plays with his hair

- Sometimes steals Y/n’s things to see if they notice that it’s gone. If he takes a book or something similar to that, he will leave notes or flowers in the pages.

- Likes to turn the lights off and use candles instead

- Takes things apart, like clocks, to put them back together

- Hums to himself when he is upset. It calms him

- He finds the sky, stars, space, etc. fascinating even when he was Damien

- Hates being called Damien, but when Wilford slips and calls him that, he doesn’t correct him.

- Enjoys being next to/holding Y/n because they are naturally warm while he is cool to the touch. Their heat is also comforting.

- Has never been one for drinking ever since that night (wkm).

- Because Damien was such good friends with Y/n (DA), Dark also has feelings for them but doesn’t show it. He treats them the same way as everyone else except for the fact that he would never intentionally hurt them.

#darkiplier #darkiplier x y/n #darkiplier x reader #darkiplier x da #damien x da #markiplier egos #youtuber ego #markiplier ego x reader #darkiplier headcanons #markiplier

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melancholypancakes · 2 years

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I did an animatic of why y/n finds dark so hot 😂😂 if only it was canon ( I really want this ship to be canon, I am a SIMP)

Audio is from Onision speaks https://youtu.be/zVBoAgHC-lo

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#darkiplier x da!reader #darkiplier x y/n #Darkiplier #markipler egos #markiplier tv #im a simp #animatic #shipping #fanfic #markiplier #Youtube

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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━GOOFING OFF

━Tw: None

━Notes: To take your minds off of things <3

━Song: "Birdhouse In Your Soul" By They Might Be Giant

"Honestly Jack, you need to give Chase a break."

A set of eyes flickered over to you at your words, glinting mischievously in the late evening lighting.

"Yea, but then how will I drive myh fans crazy?"

"That's the point!" You threw your hands up with a fake pout one of them grazing a hanging light above. "Don't! Let these poor egos of yours finally have peace!"

The European youtuber known as Jacksepticeye finally turned to fully look at you, playful smile in place as he readjusted a stray pencil from behind his ear.

Both of you had been sitting at the kitchen countertop in his house for a while, going over what you dubbed as "septic ego lore". Papers were scattered over a cool to the touch marble surface, spread out with no rhyme or reason. It was cluttered, but things were staring to fall into place.

Normally Jack did this kind of stuff with people on a team dedicated to it, but tonight he had asked you- his best mate and loud ass neighbor -for your help.

I mean, it was hard not to accept a plea from a pouting irishman on your doorstep. He even pulled out the fake bambi eyes to make you laugh.

You were astounded by how much shit he was planning on putting some of these characters through though.

"Brochacho-" You went to sling an arm around his shoulder, laughing to yourself when he made a face at the nickname "-you need to realize that yes, angst is good! Lore is great! But please, you're gonna come out looking like a sociopath when you continue with all this!"

"Ye jus vaugly guestered to everything on ta table." Jack deadpanned. You snorted at his less than amused expression. Reaching up to slightly ruffle his hair you were met to a slap to the wrist. Pulling away while fake crying you continued.

"How about I cut you a deal then, mister evil mastermind."

One of his eyebrows raised a bit. Jack tried to look disinterested but you have been known to pull some pretty good ideas out of nowhere from time to time. So he was invested.

"Go on."

You grinned.

"Alright. So. You take, uhhhh, these characters and put them through as much suffering as you want-" You reached over to push a stack of papers towards him, names of septerate egos on them. "-and I take these characters n do some fluffy shit with em!"

You pulled a stack or two towards you, shooting a pair of finger guns at Jack with a wink.

"I'm ready to get my serotonin on! Booyah!"

"Ye jus' grabbed Antis profile."

"Shit. Switch with me real quick would you Jackie boy."

After a quick (and slightly embarassing) exchange, you awaited his answer with a wide smile. It only took a moment of him biting his bottom lip for a sigh to escape Jacks mouth.

"Fine. Bu' you can't complain when I traumatized one of em."

Pumping your fist in the air with an exclamation of triumph, you held your hand our for him to shake. He took it lightly.

"Knew you'd make the right choice my boy!" This was said in an old timey accent while you busied yourself adjusting an invisible bowtie, like a prospector in those ancient black and white movies. It made the person shaking your hand laugh.

"Don think I didn see ye deliberately grab Chases file though (Y/n). You're not tha slick."

"Awwww shut up you leprechaun."

"I'm going to put in a noise complaint to the landlord about you if you call me that again."

You lightly punched him in the shoulder, the both of you breaking out into big smiles.

"It's not my fault I'm loud. I'm just a free spirit!"

"Tell that ta ye guitar solos at three am."

"As if your screams from playing Phasmaphobia durring the dead of night dont keep me up either."

He flipped you off with a hearty giggle, taking his backwards baseball cap off and smushing it overtop your own head as a silly gesture. It mussed up your hair and blocked your vision so you tilted it up slightly while Jack snickered.

"This is mine now McLoughlin. I hope you know that."

"Fook off ya goof."

#jack #jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye #jack x reader #jacksepticeye x you #jacksepticeye x reader #jse #sean #sean x reader #sean mcloughlin #septic ego x reader #septic ego #septic egos x reader #septic egos #youtube egos #youtubers #youtuber x reader

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spookysweet-heart · 2 years

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All or Nothing

Request: No

Fandom: Battle Egos

Parings: Battle Egos x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This is Part Three! Part One and Two can be found here and here! This is a Julie and The Phantoms AU, with the Holloway Sisters (battle ego OCs) and Battle Boys! I hope you like it! The songs featured throughout the series are by their respective bands and artists, I’ll link each song that’s featured so you all can listen along. Each song I chose has significance to the story, so I hope you pay attention to them! The collage was made by me! Edited by @semiproeagle!

Back at the club, Phantom is watching one of the performers running a soundcheck. He looks over at Natemare who’s standing by. “What do you think of an all-girl band?”

“Interesting, but how would you fit another band in when you’re fully booked?” Natemare looks down at his brother curiously.

“Well, I’ll just have to make some sacrifices, won’t I?” Phantom stands up and pats Natemare’s shoulder as he passes by him. “Tell our girls I need to see them in my office, will you?”

Natemare only nods as he watches his brother head down the hall and disappear into a room. He looks at his wrist where a red symbol could be seen before disappearing into his skin. “What the fuck are you planning this time…”

“Hey!” Bones walks over to Mare. His smile turns into worry when he sees Mare looking at his wrist. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Natemare shakes off his thoughts and looks around. “Have you seen Lexi and Kimberly?”

“Uh, yeah, actually. They just got back. Why?” Bones raises an eyebrow, but before Mare can answer, the two girls walk into the room.

“Hey! What's up, you two?” Lexi smiles up at them.

“Nothing really, how was the thing you two went to see?” Mare smiles back and hugs them both after Bones does.

“It was a lot of fun! Got to see the girl Lexi wouldn’t stop talking about. She’s unbelievably pretty.” Kimberly pokes at Lexi’s cheek playfully.

“Shut up. Besides, did you see how her sisters were looking at you?”

“Shut up…” Kimberly playfully elbows her arm, making Bones giggle. Nervously laughing away her embarrassment, she looks over at Mare who’s staring off into space. “Smokey boy, you good?” She waves her hand in front of his face to get his attention.

Mare blinks before taking a step back. “What? Oh, yeah no, I’m fine. Uh, Phantom wanted to see you two in his office, by the way.”

“Right now?” Lexi looks over at him.

“Yeah, but hey, when you guys come out of there, can you find us and tell us what he says?”

“Sure thing. But are you sure you’re okay? You seem more off than usual.” Lexi gently squeezes his shoulder reassuringly.

“I’m fine, I’ll tell you two why when I know what he wants.”

“Alright, well, see you guys soon, then!” Lexi took Kimberly’s hand, leading her away from them and down the hall to Phantom’s office.

Knocking on the door, they hear Phantom tell them to come in.

“You wanted to see us, sir?” Both girls step inside, closing the door behind them.

“There you two are! My precious little gems!” Phantom brings them both into a hug. They feel a little awkward with how friendly their boss is being. “I was thinking,” He lets go of them and gestures to the two to take a seat by his desk. Picking up a flier, he hands it to Lexi. “Why don’t we welcome those newcomers? The sisters you told me about?”

He points to the flier that had an invitation to the club for their Friday night showcase. “Wouldn’t it be nice to introduce them to a place where they could come and relax when they want to take a break from things?” Phantom smiles as he pet and smoothes out Kimberly's hair. “I’m sure they’d love to see my leading lady perform on one of her biggest nights of the week.”

“This is for next week, it feels too late to say anything…” Lexi looks over the flier one more time before she looks up at him.

“It shouldn’t be an issue, it’s not like they have a schedule to uphold. They’re dead. What could they possibly have to do?” Phantom sits down in his chair. He rests his arms on his desk, looking up at them.

“Well no, they don’t really have much to do, but we can ask if they’d like to come. You know it’s up to them in the end.” Kimberly speaks up when she sees her boss grow more irritated by the second.

“You’re right. It's up to them in the end. Just make sure their decision is to come.”

“Yes, sir...we’ll do our best.” Lexi folds up the flier and puts it in her pocket. “Let’s go.” The girls make their way to the door, but are stopped before they can reach the doorknob. They hear Phantom speak again.

“Don’t forget! You two have a soundcheck bright and early tomorrow.” Phantom leans into the back of his chair, watching them leave his office.

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Marie and Raven are sitting on the couch in the studio watching Anne pace back and forth. “Will you sit down? What’s up with you?”

“What’s up with me?! You guys know I don’t deal with change well.” Anne’s voice raises, almost becoming squeaky. “When you guys almost moved to go to college, when our puppy ran away, the fact that we died and came back?!” She looks at them on the brink of tears. “Then there’s the fact we can only be seen by this one girl until we find out we can actually be seen by everyone else when we perform with her?!”

Marie stands up, placing her hands on Anne’s shoulders squeezing them. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but can’t you see that this is an amazing opportunity? Anne, we can be the band we were always meant to be with (Y/n)’s help.”

“I know, you’re right, but- I just….it’s all too much to handle right now… how are you this calm?” Anne leans into Marie’s chest, letting herself cry.

“I’m the oldest, remember? My job is to worry about all of you first.” Marie gently pets Anne’s hair, kissing the top of her head and bringing Anne in closer to hold her against her chest.

Raven looks up at them feeling the same confusion as Anne. “You’re both right. It’s too much, but it’s what we have to work with. This could be a clue for our unfinished business.”

“A clue?” Marie looks over at Raven. “Maybe, but right now we gotta focus on what we can do to help (Y/n) before we help ourselves.”

Anne wipes her tears away with her sleeves. Taking a deep breath in, she nods. “Yeah, you’re right. She just ignored us when we got back to her…I think she was crying too…”

Raven glances at the door before she picks up her old stuffed animal. “We should go check on her. She just ran up to her room and didn’t say anything to us when we got back.”

“Alright, we’ll go check on her. Hopefully we can help in any way we can.” Marie looks at both of her sisters before they all disappear from the studio and reappear in your room.

When they look around, they immediately notice that your room used to be Anne’s room. The only thing that stayed the same was the yellow wallpaper with flowers on it. Everything else was yours.

“What are you guys doing here?”

The three girls look over to see you sitting in the middle of your bed with a bunch of papers in front of you. Anne is the first one to take a step forward when she sees your eyes are red from crying.

“We wanted to see if you were okay and maybe we could help cheer you up.” She looks down at you, giving you a warm smile.

You don’t know what it is about Anne, but she has a way making you feel safe around her. “I know you guys want to help, but Erica already made it clear she doesn’t want to be friends anymore. Even if I tell her the truth about you, there’s no way she’d believe me. I mean, who would believe I joined a ghost band? Erica would think I’ve gone off the deep end if I told her that.”

Anne looks around at the papers and picks one up when it catches her attention. “What are these?”

“They’re just notes and things we wrote to each other during middle school and high school. Like silly promises and stuff like that.”

Anne shows Raven and Marie the note giving them a look they both know very well. Anne definitely has an idea brewing in her head. Turning back to you, she grins. “What if you showed her we’re real? Ask her to come over to explain everything and bring her back to the studio. We can show her you weren’t trying to mislead her.”

“Okay, but exactly what are we going to do?”

“We’re going to use these notes and turn them into a song you can sing to her and we can perform with you!”

“Do you think this would work?”

“It’s worth a try, right?”

“I guess you’re right. Okay, I’ll text her and then we’ll get started on this song.”

After sending Erica a text asking her to come over in two hours, you and the girls head back into the studio, getting to work.

Back at the club, Lexi and Kimberly are walking out into the lobby when Bones and Mare spot them.

“Hey! So what happened?” Both boys look worried when their friends stay silent.

“Let’s get out here for a while. It’s our day off, let’s enjoy it.” Kimberly smiles, taking the lead and making her way out the front doors with the other three following behind.

“We should probably go to the park or anywhere else to talk about this.” Lexi looks around at the group.

They all agree and head to the park. It isn’t long until Mare starts asking questions again once they arrive at an empty table.

Pulling out the flier from her pocket, Lexi starts to explain the situation as much as she can. The boys stay silent, listening to every word, but still staying that way even after everything is said and done.

“I don’t trust it for a second, but maybe Phantom isn’t going to do anything at first. He’s evil, but smart. He’s not going to outright take them. He’d try to warm them up and convince them to come back again before he tries anything.” Bones looks determined, but a bit frightful at the thought of getting in Phantom’s way.

Mare looks at Lexi like an idea that popped into his head. “You’re friends with them, right? Why not go along with it? Convince them to stop by. Make it seem like everything is going his way, but we need to give them warnings. We can’t just flat out tell them everything, or else we’ll be put in orbs and on the shelf.”

“I don’t like that, it feels gross, honestly. I’d feel horrible.” Lexi frowns at the thought of actually going through with this plan.

“Try to do this. You want to help them, don’t you?”

“Yeah, of course I do.”

“Then we have to play the game and try to get a step further. Kimberly, why not talk to one of the other sisters? If one of them is a little hesitant about coming, the other one could probably convince the rest to come along.”

“Maybe I could try. I can’t guarantee anything.”

Bones smiles reassuringly, hoping the girls’ nerves will calm down a little. “We’ll give Phantom any updates he wants while you two are busy. We only have rehearsal tomorrow morning and you’re both free for the weekend. Use the time to talk to those sisters. We got this, okay?”

“Okay.” They both nod, still not completely agreeing with this plan.

“You guys should go right now, set up a time to meet up over the weekend and get this thing in motion.”

The girls look at each other and nod before disappearing.

Bones looks over at Mare, very concerned. “Do you think we’ll be able to do this?”

“Honestly? I have no idea.”

Standing outside of the studio, Lexi and Kimberly can hear someone talking. Peeking inside, they see (Y/n) and another girl sitting on the couch. Lexi looks around and spots the girls by their instruments.

Raven looks up and locks eyes with Lexi. Immediately grinning, she gestures for them to come in. Stepping inside, Kimberly waves at Marie and Anne, smiling at them. Raven points to a few chairs that are in the room. “Take a seat! We’ll only be a few.” She tilts her head over to you and Erica on the couch.

“I don’t know (Y/n), ghosts? If you’re not going to tell me the truth, you shouldn’t have called me over. Seriously, this isn’t funny. I’ve been trying to get you to play music again after what happened to your dad, but the thing that got you out of your block was a ghost band? I don’t believe it.”

“Erica, I know it sounds completely insane, but just sit here and I’ll prove to you I’m not lying. Please, you obviously still trust me since you haven’t given up at this point.”

Rolling her eyes, Erica crosses her arms over her chest. “Fine, but after this, I’m calling your mom and telling her everything because this is seriously concerning.”

You grin, nodding and standing up from the couch. “Alright, that’s fair enough for me. The girls helped me write this when I was looking over those notes and letters we wrote each other over the years. It’s simply called Best Friend.” Walking over to the mic you look at the girls and nod, signaling that you're ready to start.

Marie smiles as she starts playing her guitar leading the song. The other two join in soon after.

You smile looking at Erica when you start singing. “Remember when you broke up with your fucking ex? God, I'm glad you've finally gotten over them. Only took about a hundred million texts. God, I swear that bitch was such a narcissist. Everybody knows I love you so, so, so, so much'Cause every time they ask, I always tell, tell, tell, tell them.“ Seeing Erica’s eyes widen a bit when she’s able to see the girls again while they're playing with you.

“That's my fuckin' best friend, that's my fuckin' right hand. That's my fuckin' throw-up-in-the-bathroom-but-still-love-them. That's my fuckin' best friend, best friend. That's my fuckin' best friend, best friend. That's my fuckin' lifeline, that's my ride or die like. That's my fuckin' hate-you-but-you-know-that-that's-a-damn-lie. Baby, you're my best friend, best friend. Baby, you're my best friend, best friend” Taking the mic off the stand you walk over to Erica and pull her up to her feet, guiding her over to the group.

“Made a promise that I'm gonna marry you. If we're both still single by, like, thirty-two. And that shit is gonna end up bein' true 'Cause I hate, like, everyone except for you. Who else is gonna grocery shop with me at 2 AM? Who else will take that picture for you just to get revenge? You're just as psycho as me, just as sick inside the head So when they ask, I've always said”

Wrapping arm around her shoulders you pull her into your side as you finish the song. “That's my fuckin' best friend, that's my fuckin' right hand. That's my fuckin' throw-up-in-the-bathroom-but-still-love-them. That's my fuckin' best friend, best friend. That's my fuckin' best friend, best friend. That's my fuckin' lifeline, that's my ride or die like. That's my fuckin' hate-you-but-you-know-that-that's-a-damn-lie. Baby, you're my best friend, best friend/ Baby, you're my best friend, best friend.”

Looking around at the sisters, Erica reaches out her hand to touch Raven’s arm, but it phases right through her. ”Holy shit, you were telling the truth!”

The girls disappear from Erica’s sight, but they’re still in the studio with everyone.

“I told you I was being honest. I’m sorry for not telling you the truth before, but you said it yourself. You couldn’t believe it, so I had to prove it to you instead. Forgive me?”

“You’re forgiven, but no more secrets, okay?”

“I promise. No more secrets.” Erica laughs and hugs you tightly.

“You’re free this weekend, right? Let’s have a movie night!”

Nodding in excitement, you take her hand and almost bolt out of the studio. Anne hears about the movie night and shouts out to you “Wait, I wanna join! What movie are you going to watch!?” Instantly, she disappears, following you two into the house.

Raven walks over to Lexi, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. “So, what's with the surprise visit?” She leads Lexi to sit on the couch with her.

“I wanted to see you, again in all honesty. We’re only working tomorrow morning for the weekend, so I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out with me while I have the time. It’s really nice talking to you, Raven.”

Raven giggles when she sees a faint blush on her cheeks. “I’d love to! It’s been really fun to have you to talk to, and, well, not just for advice, but I actually really love spending time with you, Lexi.”

Lexi grins, trying her hardest not to freak out. “I feel the same way. I um, I was thinking we could hang out at the park for a bit before going anywhere else. I just like going around there before and after work, just to clear my head.”

Raven nods excitedly. “That's understandable. Would you like to meet in the afternoon?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect!”

Marie smiles as she takes the empty seat next to Kimberly. “Hey, you. Didn’t think I would get to see you again so soon.”

“Ah, well, we're just at the club we work at and we were told that we only have morning rehearsals with most of the weekend off. Lexi wanted to see if Raven wanted to hang out with her and, um, I kinda wanted to see if you maybe wanted to hang out with me?”

Marie smiles and giggles, seeing the girl in front of her become a bit flustered. “That sounds fun, I’d love to! Plus if it gets me more time with a cutie like you, I’m definitely not skipping this chance.”

Giggling, Kimberly shakes her head. “I bet you say that to all the ghost girls.”

“Only the cute ones, and so far, it’s only been you.”

“Oh my gosh.”

Marie only grins, seeing her face get redder. “So when and where, sweetheart?”

Kimberly looks at her shoes for a moment before looking back up at Marie “Um, I was thinking we could walk around Hollywood for a while and just see where the day takes us. Maybe we can meet by the walk of fame around two?”

“Oh! It’s been literally years since I’ve visited Hollywood! I’d love to!” Marie grins and dances excitedly in her seat.

“Great! So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“It’s a date! See you tomorrow!”

Kimberly grins and stands up, walking over to Lexi who’s getting up from the couch.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” She smiles at Raven as she stands up with her.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow!”

Lexi and Kimberly wave goodbye to the sisters before they disappear, heading back to the club.

Raven and Marie look at each other in silence for a few seconds before they both get goofy grins on their faces, getting excited for the next day.

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