#youtuber ego x reader

[cozyenigma]

Dinner Date

Word Count- 1002

Request?- Nope!

Summary- You'd run into the adventurer a few times now and... helped yourself to a few finds. You didn't expect him here or for the shoe to be on the other foot

Warnings- None

Your meal had barely even started when it was ruined. 

It was a nice place. A high end place. Places you usually have to make reservations for at least a couple weeks in advance. A place where you had to slip the hostess a very generous tip to get a table on short notice. You deserved it, you worked hard.

The view was spectacular, your glass was full of wine you hadn't even touched, and there was even live music playing softly from a far corner. This was the kind of place people from money dined in. You weren't from money, per say, but you could walk in those circles when you needed to.

You popped another appetizer, something bite sized you hadn't looked at the menu, and sat back in your chair. Treating yourself never tasted so nice. 

The waiter came by with your plate of food, steaming and glistening in the low light, and you were practically drooling. Plate had hardly touched the table when he showed up. The waiter has just turned to leave and, too taken with the food, you hadn't noticed the uninvited guest until the chair opposite moved.

You'd recognise the smug face anywhere. Even dressed up in a crinkled dress shirt and jacket, Illinois wasn't hard to miss.

"Really?" You deadpanned, spreading a napkin out across your lap.

"I can't drop in on an old friend?" He asks, leaning an elbow on the table and looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Not deigning to answer, you instead gesture up towards your head. The man takes a minute to catch your drift before his eyes dart up to that stupid cowboy hat. Even if it did have a certain charm, it didn't fit with his outfit nor did it fit with anything else in the building.

"What? I'm not taking it off for this place."

"You look ridiculous."

"I look amazing, excuse you." He readjusts in his seat, pointedly changing the subject. "Anyways, I wanted to catch up. See what you've been up to."

"None of your business and we're not friends."

Illinois almost looks put out as you say that. You shrug, finally taking a bite of your meal and nodding in approval.

"Can't help but notice this isn't your usual kinda haunt," he continues.

"What, I'm not allowed to have class?"

A short laugh that has a few older guests turn to look at the two of you. "You and I both know you're way more at home in some back alleys than fine dining."

You hummed around the next bite, idly twirling your fork. "So you're saying I'm a cheap date?"

"Something like that. Where'd we run into last?" Illinois looked almost annoyed as you shrugged. 

"I don't know... Outside some pawn shop in Rome?" 

"Try a side street in Rabat."

Feigning thinking about it for a moment, you nodded. "Yeah I guess we did bump into each other there too, huh?"

"Uh huh. Don't suppose I can ask for that statue back?"

"Oh you can. You're not gonna like the answer though." You pop another bite in your mouth. "I will say thanks for paying for the meal."

Illinois scrubs a hand down his face. "You sold it then? And the necklace? God don't tell me you pawned them, please."

"Psh, pawn shops are a rip off and you know it. Private collectors on the other hand... Well, there's a reason I'm going to them and not a museum."

"Do your clients care that you're peddling stolen artifacts?"

You were about to fire back when the waiter approached. Wine bottle in one hand, he haltingly asks if the gentleman would like to order. The fact that you had only gotten a table for one might be why you were both getting weird looks from the staff.

"Thanks but I'm fi-"

"He'll have what I'm having," you cut him off, tone far too pleasant. 

The waiter nodded and disappeared back to the kitchen. You couldn't help but take a bit too much enjoyment out of his glare.

"Oh cmon, you don't wanna enjoy what those artifacts got us?"

Illinois jabbed a finger your way. "There is no us cuz you stole them from me."

"I fail to see how my stealing is different from your stealing," you said, continuing before Illinois could, "You don't strike me as the kind of guy who goes through all the proper channels. Gets all the permits and paperwork in order before jumping right in. I had just as much right to those artifacts as you did."

You watched his jaw clench. "I offered to take you under my wing. It didn't have to be like this."

The conversation slammed to a halt again as the waiter brought a second plate of food. Delicious as it looked, Illinois didn't look away from you for a second. Didn't even say anything to the waiter.

"It's good, really," you said. You were close to polishing off your portion.

"You're gonna try and stick me with the bill aren't you?"

"And what, stiff the lovely staff here?"

"Oh I'm sure you'll tip generous.”

You shrugged, going to take a sip of your drink. "Not very gentlemanly of you, Illinois."

"Not very-"

The dessert had come then which, to be honest, you forgot you ordered. A tall, generous slice of chocolate cake with mouse and a mirror glaze and everything. It was perfect.

And then Illinois cleaved it in half with his fork. You could only watch in horror as he shoved at least a good third of that cake into his mouth. 

"Good choice," he said, still chewing.

"God you're disgusting," you push your chair back and stand, storming off towards the bathroom. 

"Disgustingly handsome?" He calls after you. You pointedly ignore him and the stares. 

He better enjoy that cake, you thought. Cuz there was a window in that bathroom just begging to be used as an escape route. You worked hard, you deserved an Illinois free night out anyways.

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[thedarkcoven]

Got new headphones so that means I'll be able to be in the zone since most the time I write/wrote I would always be listening to music for inspo.... Aka since I got headphones I'll be able to listen to music again without bothering my husband and son so I'll be able to start writing again HOWEVER.... I have no idea when I'm going to be constantly active again due to being so close to the baby's due date. So hopefully soon I'll be back, loves!! 💕💕💕💕

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[elenavr13]

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?

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[egotisticaleverything]

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

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[riotlain]

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ALL FICS ARE MASC READER WITH NO SPECIFIC RACE (UNLESS SPECIFIED)!!

RULES

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SAIKI K

MARVEL

HAIKYUU

SLASHERS

TOTAL DRAMA

DESCENDANTS

YOUTUBE EGOS

LEGO MONKIE KID

THE WALKING DEAD

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[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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[sardonic-the-writer]

━"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.

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[missxfaithc]

Can anyone recommend me some good DarkiplierxReader fics?

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[cozyenigma]

Darlin'

Hope this one was what you envisioned!

Word Count- 921

Request?- Yes!

Summary- If you asked him Illinois never had trouble putting the charms on people. Shame that that seems to be part of his problem in this particular case...

Warnings- None

Illinois knew you were capable. You had to be to stay in one piece for this long. Maybe you weren't as good of an adventurer as him but still. Capable.

Apparently you were also oblivious.

It may or may not have been his own fault that he flirted so much you never took him seriously when he meant it. Maybe. At this point though you had no excuse.

"Dunno what sparkles more," he said, throwing an arm around your shoulder, "the gem or those eyes of yours…"

And you just scoffed! Ducked out from under his arm and took the treasure, scoffed! You didn't even deign him with a response.

This had been going on for weeks and Illinois was about ready to tear his hair out.

If the regular flirting didn't do the trick, maybe gifts would? He didn't joke around with gifts. As much.

It took a good long while of scouting around for the perfect treasure. No rusty doubloons for you.

You had come into the hotel room with a bag of food from a place he didn't know, eyebrow raised.

"What's all this…?"

On the floor he had laid out a map. It was folded and creased and stained and took up a huge chunk of the room. He had written in the margins and put sticky notes on interesting areas.

Illinois grinned, getting to his feet and dusting his hands off. "You get to pick the next adventure."

"What?" He couldn't tell if the disbelieving laugh was good or bad.

"C'mon, now," Illinois ushered you closer, careful not to step on the map, "you're always asking why I drag you to death traps and all. So this time- you pick!"

You turned to him with a bemused little smile. "So I pick another death trap to go to?"

Illinois paused. "Well, death trap isn't what I'd call it-"

"I don't even know what we'd be looking for?"

"That's what the notes are for," he guided you around to the other side, clapped his hands on your shoulders, leaned in real close and said, "you're the captain of this ship."

You shot him an odd look but obliged, stooping down so you could read the map. Illinois counted it as a success. It seemed like you didn't take it as a joke anyway.

The high lasted all of one night, where it was business as usual.

Refusing to let it get him down, he resolved to turn up the heat on the trip you picked.

Though he had to admit, it wasn't… quite what he expected. The actual adventure part turned out to be a bust. Whatever artifact was rumored to be there was embellished heavily to help with tourism. Even the site it was supposed to be at gave tours and had convenient handrails installed. There was even a damn gift shop.

"There's nothing wrong with gift shops, y'know," you said on the drive back.

"They're overpriced for one," Illinois grumbled. He had a whole plan in mind. Make it a trip to remember, maybe take you out to dinner after.

"It keeps the lights on in those places."

"It's a rip off is what it is."

He was never going to set foot in another place with a gift shop if he could help it. Especially not after this.

You didn't seem too bothered. Smile on your face, arm resting half outside the window as he drove. The wind was enough to ruffle your hair around. Illinois had to remind himself to keep his eyes on the road.

"C'mon, you never went on a field trip anywhere and rampaged through the gift shop at the end?" The gleam in your eyes had him huffing and fidgeting in his seat.

"No. And what kinda kid do you think I was?"

"One who couldn't be kept out of anything that wasn't padlocked."

Illinois scoffed. "Wrong. Totally wrong. I was a model child, total angel."

You rolled your eyes and Illinois let the silence hang just a bit.

"And padlocks really aren't that hard to pick."

"Oh my god, Illinois!"

He snickered as the two of you reached the start of civilization again. A ways down the road, he spotted the glowing neon sign of a restaurant. Hadn't you mentioned you liked that kind of food?

It took him all of a second to think it over before he was making the turn. You looked away from the window as he did, clearly confused. Throwing the car in park, Illinois turned to you.

"Look, the adventure is a wash but-" he reached over and poked you in the cheek, ignoring how you swatted his hand, "I refuse to let your trip go to waste. So how bout I take ya out to dinner, darlin. My treat."

You were already going to answer, more out of habit than anything, and then you paused. To his amazement, there was a faint blush there on your cheeks! What did he do different?

"Ah… darling?" You repeated, voice pitched just a touch higher.

Oh, this he could work with.

"Yes?" He answered, knowing that wasn't what you meant. You sputtered and he resisted the urge to laugh. "It's a pretty easy question, I just wanna get ya your favorite is all. I can be a gentleman when I wanna be."

Your mouth opened, closed, and with a rough swallow you finally nodded, getting out of the car. Illinois couldn't help the shit-eating grin. He was gonna have so much fun with this.

#illinois x reader #illinois the adventurer #illinois ahwm #writersofmark #YouTuber ego #reader insert #YouTuber ego x reader #Ego fanfic #my writing

[okiefuckindokie]

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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[elenavr13]

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

[melancholypancakes]

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

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

[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

[sardonic-the-writer]

━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."

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