#ahwm x reader

[peachyloveswriting]

u do murderiplier with a reader that has ADHD please im begging you????? like the reader just has a hard time sitting still and just like remembering things and is always jumping from one thing to another and is just like cant focus plllss

FOCUS --- (Murderiplier x reader)

SUMMARY: Being ADHD does not help when you a killers apprentice. Yet here you are, sobbing your eyes out to a man who might not even care.

CONTENT: angst, self doubt, fluff.

NOTES: not so fun fact, I am severely ADHD so I just based this off of how mine can get sometimes. It's a little sad ik but there's a cute ending.

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Pinching the bridge of his nose Murdoc sighed. Even through his darkened sunglasses you could still tell he was disappointed. The best killer in the world and his apprentice can't even match his level. You knew you shouldn't have started working with him but you'd already tried everything under the sun. He finds it difficult to deal with you enough as is and you know he's going to kick you out soon enough. Now, everytime he speaks you jump. Your lips fall into a thin line and you advert your gaze else where. All you ever did was cause the man issues and you knew he just has to hate you. Sometimes you'd find him staring at you in what looked like disgust. Nausea crawls up your spine, the thought of yourself like a bad after taste.

"Fuck." He groans. Wiping the blood from your brow, you bite your lip and turn to leave. Splices of pain alive through your feet with every step reminding you just how annoying you are. Knowing the cops will arrive soon, you make your way out the door sluggishly taking the knife with you while Murdoc watches you with a pitiful gaze. He knows you can't help it when you get excited, and he can't be mad at you for that but you cost him a lot now. Not that you cared enough to pay any attention to that once you got into those self deprecating state of minds. Dreading what's to come he trails after you to the car and gets in with you.

Once you got moving on the road everything was a blur, the thought whirling around your head like a tsunami if hatred and embarrassment. Jumping out of the car was a better choice than this, but no matter how hard you fight to reach for that handle the fear clings to you more. It's all you can do not to scream your fucking lungs out. Murdoc senses your lingering disappointment, the silence is gagging him like a noose. You're just a kid, you don't belong in his line of work and you don't belong with him. At the same time he knows he should let you go but he just can't do it, not when you're so much like him.

"Kid I-" The silence is sharply broken by a dull and broken voice. "Do you hate me doc?" You ask. Your heart throbs in your chest as choked sobs slip past your wet lips. It's hard to keep contained when all you can feel is a compression of such depreciating and sad thoughts. A need to be swooned like a baby, to be held on someone's arm take you whole and you curl into yourself. Looking at you sparing he rests a hand on your shoulder and squeezes firmly. It's never been this bad before. By now you should have been on a completely different subject, telling him all about the thing you know and ideas you hold in that big ol' brain of yours.

"No." He finally says. Looking back at the road he takes a moment to recollect his thoughts. His singular work however didn't help your case anymore. Looking out the window you watch the buildings rush by, they remind you just how fleeting each moment it. It's quite similar to your thoughts, in fact you can't help but look on in disarray as you mind jumps from place to place.

"Can we pick up something to eat?" You quietly ask. He frowns at how quiet your voice is. The small rasp at the end tugs his heart strings even more. You've dealt with enough of his bad support today as is, he can't handle seeing you so down when you're normally not. "Sure kid. Of course." Your heart thrums happily in your chest and you wipe your teary eyes. "Really?" You ask. It's almost like you expected him to say no, you've never asked before though. When he glances at you his stomach does flips, you have a small smile tugging at your lips as you look at him with adoration in you eyes. "Thank you."

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Smells of fast food fills the car as home grows closer. You're smiling and dipping you hands into the warm bag of food in your lap. Looking over at you Murdoc feels content with himself, a feeling he's long forgotten since child hood. To see you bring this back to him warms him with joy. In a way, you're like his kid more than his apprentice and he could never trade you for anything. Even if you're hyper sometimes. "I love you kid." The sound of his gruff voice pulls your attention to him. Eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights you stare at him in awe. When he looks over to see your face he cracks a smile. "Don't look at me like that squirt."

You chortle as his choice on nickname. "Squirt?" He nods and stares out at the road ahead. "You mean like mad dad did to my mom when he-"

Muffled cackling ensues as he slaps a hand over your mouth. "Too far!" He claims. You just stick your tongue out to lick the palm of his hand. Giggling like a loon you watch as he vigorously wipes your saliva on his pants. "Really?" He exclaims. Snorting, you cup your own hand over your mouth to take a deep breath before letting out another wheeze. "It's not that funny." He deadpans. Letting out one last giggle, you smile. "I love you too, doc."

[paigesmaze]

I'm not sure if I've already requested or not but I love your Illinois work and I'm craving more. So Illinois x reader where Illinois is reassuring us that he does genuinely like us back. Another idea if thats not good is us reassuring him that we won't die like the rest of his partners. The rest is up to you, setting included.

Treasure (Illinois x Reader)

AO3

Summary: (Gender-Neutral Reader) Early one morning while making breakfast, you ponder over your friendship with Illinois and begin to question his flirty remarks. You are completely infatuated with the man and finally confront him about what the two of you really are.

A/N: Thank you for the request, Peachy! I’m so glad that you enjoyed my other work, that means a lot. I am atrociously down bad for Illinois so this fic has me twirling my hair and giggling lmao. If there are any other requests, please don’t hesitate to submit them. I am working on a few other fics right now for other requests that I have gotten, so if you are waiting, they will be out soon! Thanks for your patience and enjoy, Loves! :)<3

Word Count: 1,356

“Good morning, sweetheart,” You heard Illinois’s voice ring through the kitchen as you flipped another pancake onto the plate next to the stove. You mumbled back a quiet greeting and endearingly rolled your eyes at the overused nickname. It seemed like Illinois’s only goal was to fluster you at every chance he got. And it worked. He most certainly knew the effect he had on you, the power that he held over your emotions. A flirty comment from him could leave you exuding happiness for a week straight. You hid your giddiness well as to not embarrass yourself.

For months, you had been pining over the adventurer. He’d given little clues that he was interested in you, but he did that with everyone. Hell, he even thought the other egos in the manor were infatuated with him. So you told yourself that you weren’t a special case. He didn’t truly feel anything for you, it was just his flirtatious personality.

And you were stuck yearning for him and silently hoping that he reciprocated your feelings. It seemed as if you two had been dancing along the line between friends and more for a while. Every time you and Illinois would get romantically close again, you would pull away in fear that he didn’t actually feel anything other than platonically for you.

So you resorted to staying friends. Friends who flirted on a near constant basis. Well, friend. He seemed to be the one doing most of the flirting with his constant remarks and the sweet little nicknames that he would pepper into his incessant teasing. Each time you would try to mock him back, you ended up in a puddle of embarrassment. He claimed it was adorable, just another one of his jabs at your heart. You seemed to feel a sense of false hope often when it came to the man.

You never knew if he was actually serious about his intimate gestures with you. The brushing of your hands when you walked side by side, or the random hugs that lasted just a moment too long to be considered friendly left you confused. He was a charming soul. He captured everyone’s attention, and he enjoyed giving them attention right back. Which is why you didn’t feel special when he acted close with you. Maybe that was just his personality, maybe he wasn’t interested in you at all.

Lost in thought, you hadn’t realized that you were burning one of the pancakes you were cooking. Cursing under your breath, you quickly tossed it in the trash, letting out a heaving sigh as you shook your head at your mindlessness.

Illinois looked up at you from where he sat at the island, his eyebrows knit in concern. He stood up and walked towards where you had been previously standing in front of the stove, pouring another spoonful of batter onto the pan.

“Oh, Illinois, you don’t have to do that,” You spoke as you gently pushed his arm aside, trying to take your previous spot in the room back. He shook his head, grabbing the hand that tried to push him out of the way. He held it gently, rubbing soothing circles on the back.

“Are you feeling okay today?” He asked. You looked at him, feigning confusion.

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be? I get to hang out with my favorite adventurer,” You joked, trying to hide the fact that not a minute ago you were having an existential crisis over your foolish infatuation with the man in front of you.

He let go of your hand, opting to wrap his arm around your waist instead, pulling you into his side as he flipped another pancake onto the plate.

“You just seem a little distracted today, is there something bothering you? You know I love you too much, I will send someone to monkey hell if they’re giving you a problem, sweetheart,” He laughed, referring to the time where you two had been stuck in monkey heaven during the adventure where the two of you had met. You tried to force a smile as your eyes drifted towards the floor. He just casually said that he loved you like it didn’t make you all giddy inside.

“I hate that I can’t tell whether you’re joking or not,” You spoke before you could even process the thought going through your head.

“About what?” Asked Illinois, amusement in his tone. He finished making the pancakes as he sat the towering stack on the counter, pulling all of his attention towards you. He fully faced you, putting his other arm around your waist and dragging you closer to him.

“It’s just...” You began. God, why was it so hard to simply say how you felt? You felt your eyes began to well with tears as you tried to explain yourself, scared of rejection.

“Hey, hey, hey,” He spoke in a hushed, comforting voice. “It’s okay, I promise I’m not going to be upset at you, whatever it is,”

You looked at him, sniffling quietly before resting your forehead on his chest. “It’s so stupid,” you chuckled lightly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a protective hold. His warm touch made you melt completely into him as you relaxed, his scent calming you as you took deep breaths in.

After a moment, you finally pulled back a bit, glancing at him. He was staring directly back at you, and when your eyes met his, he gave you a soft, reassuring smile.

“No one’s every made me feel like this,” You began, chucking at the situation your were in. He rubbed his hands along your back, allowing you to continue. “You make me feel like I’m important to you. Like you enjoy being with me. And I know you make everyone feel that way. I mean, you’re amazing. You’re smart and curious and funny and charismatic and-and I’m just feeding into your ego, but what I’m trying to tell you is that you mean a lot to me. You’re my everything and I can’t get enough of you. And when you joke about saying that you love me it just makes me feel like we’re never going to be like that.”

Illinois gazed at you with an unreadable expression on his face for a moment, processing your words. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead before speaking.

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person,” He joked. You pulled away in shock, staring up at him with wide eyes. He laughed, gently grabbing you and tugging you back towards his frame.

“Let me finish, let me finish,” He chuckled. “You are so important to me you really have no idea. I mean, do you see how often I stare at you? It’s honestly stalker-ish, sweetheart. You make me so happy. I really do mean it when I say that I love you. That’s not a joke,”

He finished his statement, looking into your eyes with a loving gaze. With both of your hearts beating faster and faster, he slowly dipped his head down and captured your lips in a tender kiss, embracing you even closer, if it was possible.

“You mean the world to me, sweetheart. You’re my little treasure, don’t ever forget that. And don’t ever doubt my love for you,” As you were about to lean in for another kiss, Wilford came waltzing into the kitchen, clearly being lured into the area by the aroma of pancakes filling the mansion.

Quickly attempting to pull away from Illinois in embarrassment, Wilford gave you a knowing look, smirking at you. Illinois swiftly pulled you back towards him, holding you from behind with your back pressed against his chest.

“Somebody’s in love!” Wilford exclaimed, throwing every topping in the kitchen on top of his plate of pancakes. You groaned quietly in protest as your face turned crimson. Illinois laughed at you, not letting you go. After all, he had finally gotten hold of the most precious treasure he would find in his lifetime, you, his sweetheart, and his little treasure.

[myneckmybackmyanxietyattack]

More thoughts (since y’all seemed to like the last one so much)!

I feel like the Captain (ISWM) and the Hermit (AHWM) would be friends. Like, where they- they being the Captain for the sake of this post- fall into the island (maybe even after the Mack ending since the characters are played by the same person), and just… stays. They need a break after all the death, and this loop isn’t so bad. The food is good, it’s safe, and nobody is there to attack them. Along with this, the Captain and the Hermit are two sides of the same coin. The Captain is Unhinged but hides it under a cool, collected facade. Meanwhile, the Hermit seems pretty chill, but acts unhinged because being alone for 20 years will do that.

TLDR; The Captain and the Hermit would be best friends, and I’m not backing down on this.

[venuss-heart]

Feel free to send me asks about Mack, engineer Mark or any of the characters I write for, I just wanna talk about them

[also, feel free to suggest what characters I should add to my characters list]

[sardonic-the-writer]

I've seen you mention that Illy is a mama's boy a couple times, could you please give me, like. ALL the headcanons you have relating to that? Because that is the cutest idea ever.

Dude yes. Like, doesn't he just radiate that energy??

Okay but

He learned from his mama to be a gentleman. Holding doors open for you, taking his hat off at the dinner table, nodding at people respectfuly-

Not only does Illy have mounds of manners, he knows how to fucking cook

For some reason I feel like gumbo would be his specialty. That and various types of soup n bread combos his mom used to teach him how to make from a young age

Fun fact Illinois's hat was made by his mom, one of the reasons you'll never see him without it. His name is even stitched on the inside of it. When he first got it from her it was wayyyy to big for his lil head, but he grew into it

All of these things you can't help but notice about him

It just makes you fall in love with him even more <3

[writeawaythepain]

Dirty Dancing

 Illinois x (gn!reader)

NOT NSFW! Its a pun! Get it cause they’re covered in dirt, and they're dancing?-

tw: alcohol (just a little)

Word Count:  1.5k

Prompts: F 23 - “If you do that again I will throw you out the window you- what are you doing?" "Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it." F 12 - "I might have had a few shots." 17 - "Prove it."

Summary: You and Illinois are celebrating a job well done after an adventure at a local pub, you both get just a little tipsy and decide to celebrate with some dancing.

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You took a long sip from the drink in your hand before gently slamming it onto the table with a satisfied sigh. You don’t usually drink very often, but you and Illinois decided you were gonna celebrate this one. It wasn’t every day you solve an unsolvable riddle and finally find the lost emerald of the Angel Islands. The same one adventurers had been searching for, for decades.

The alcohol tingled in your throat and you could feel a warm sensation flow through your body. You relaxed back into your chair, body aching from dodging all those traps and getting covered in nicks and bruises. In fact, you and Illinois probably looked like ghosts with all the dust and grime covering your bodies along with your slightly tattered clothing. You both hadn’t bothered showering in all the excitement, hygiene could wait. Right now you just wanted to soak in a job well done.

“Can I see it?” You ask him. He pulls the emerald out of his bag, and you see the lights of the pub reflect off its smooth green surface. He tries to dust it off with his sleeve, but all he accomplishes is moving some of the dirt around, so he holds it out to you. You reach out a hand to take it, and he gently places it into your palm, fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

You hold it up to the light and spin it gently, even with the dust covering it you could see the bright green color of the emerald and all the perfectly cut geometric shapes reflecting inside of it. “I think this is one of the prettiest things I’ve ever held.” You say in awe.

“Well, that’s hurtful seeing as though you’ve held onto me at least once~,” Illinois speaks in a relaxed but confident tone. You look up at him, he was holding his chin in his hand while resting his elbow on the table. He was sitting across the table from you and was looking right into your eyes. You don’t know if it was the adrenaline of finding the treasure, the dim lighting of the pub, or the booze, but he just looks so, so serene. And, well, pretty. Really pretty. You know he flirts with anyone and everyone as a joke, but you can’t help but have your heart skip a beat whenever he looks at you with those dark brown eyes of his. They always had a mischievous glint to them, as if they were always hiding something, just out of reach.

“Ha. Ha- I meant like an object, I don’t think I’ve ever held anything so valuable.” You respond sarcastically. He smirks.

“The gems pretty an all, but I’d rather look at you any day.” There’s the usual flirt. “You’re more valuable than any fancy rock.” That- that one surprised you. Your eyes widened. For some reason, that line felt different than his usual flirts. It sounded more personal. Almost…genuine. You searched his eyes for some sort of sign that he was joking, but he just looked back at you. His expression, almost dreamy.

“How much did you have to drink again, Illy?” You ask, trying to hide the heat rising to your cheeks.

"I might have had a few shots." He responds chuckling. “But I’m just being honest! You don’t give yourself enough credit. I never would have found that emerald without you. Hell, I’ve been trying to solve that riddle for years!” Your cheeks are probably red now. Illinois. THE Illinois was complimenting, YOU. The cocky bastard who calls himself pretty without a second thought was praising your riddle-solving ability?! You hid your flustered face as you took another sip from your glass. You had to take him out for drinks more often.

A group of a few performers started playing some music on the small stage they had in the pub, and you could see a few people get up and start dancing. Most of them were couples holding hands swaying to the smooth tones being played throughout the pub. You smiled at the scene, it seemed like they were having fun. Illinois noticed your expression and a grin started to grow on his face. You could hear his chair slide out as he got up and made his way over to you. 

He bowed slightly, and extended his hand out to you, “May I have this dance, partner~” You can't help but snort at his cheesiness, but when he didn’t back down your eyes widened.

“Are you kidding? Illinois I can’t dance!” You say incredulously. Instead of taking his hand, you reach to put the emerald back in Illinois's bag, but before you can pull your hand away again, Illinois gently grabs your wrist. 

“I didn’t ask if you were any good. I asked if you wanted to dance, with me.” The last part came out way softer than you’ve ever heard him speak. It made your heart skip a beat, and, what were you going to do? Say no to the hot Indiana Jones rip-off that managed to steal your heart with his rugged charms and southern accent? You weren’t an idiot! You hesitantly place your hand in his outstretched one, and he smirks.

“Do you even know how to dance?” You ask, still a bit unsure. He scoffs, and puts on a mock offended expression.

“Do I know how to dance?” He mimics is a bad impression of your voice. Now it’s your turn to look offended. “How about you just follow me and find out~” He winks at you before gently leading you to the dance floor. Oh gods you weren’t going to survive this.

He turns to face you and puts your hand on his shoulder. He puts his own hand on your waist and grabs your other hand with his free one. “Just follow my steps darlin’, I know you're a genius but just, don’t think too hard, ok? Just feel the rhythm of the music.” You take a deep breath and try to relax, you look down and follow his footsteps as best as you can, only stepping on his feet once or twice. “See your-  ow-  You’re doing great handsome/beautiful-  agh-” 

“I’m sorry! I told you I’m not good-!” You apologize. He just smiles and laughs.

“You’re doing fine darlin’, I’ve been through way worse. We’ve both been through worse just today, actually.” You smile and laugh as well.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.” You both start to get into a comfortable rhythm, stepping and swaying to the music. You got lost in the feeling of the moment, the atmosphere felt almost magical. You forgot all about your aching body and all the dirt covering you both from head to toe, you were just fully captivated by this moment.

That was until Illinois got an idea, and shot you a smirk. Oh no, what was he planning? Just as the music ended on its last note, and before you even knew what was really happening, Illinois moved his hand across your back, spinning you slightly and pulling you into a dip. You stare into his eyes, his face only a few inches from yours. You were both panting slightly, and your eyes were locked on each other. Illinois slowly starts to lean in a little closer...

...before he quickly plants a small kiss on your nose. Surprised and incredibly flustered you push yourself out of his arms. He starts laughing so hard that you can see tears forming in the corner of his eyes. You try to hide your own smile at the ridiculousness of this whole situation, and instead start to scold him.

“What was that!? I swear, if you do that again I will throw you out the window you- what are you doing?" He stops laughing to turning his head towards the window. Looking outside, you could see the pub was on the side of a cliff.

"Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it~" Your face was enough to make him erupt into laughter again. You just sigh, crossing your arms.

Finally, his fit of laughter stops. He walks up to you, putting both his hands on your shoulders. “Aw come on sweetheart, I’m just teasing. You know I love you.” You blink, taken aback by his words, did he really just say that? He couldn’t be drunk already, you were watching him, he only had like 2 shots of whiskey. So where was this coming from? You decided not to question it, and instead see if he was really being genuine, or just messing with you again. Oh, gods above you hoped this wasn’t a joke. 

“Oh really, you love me? Prove it.” Wow ok, I guess his confidence was starting to rub off on you. His smirk grows into a full, genuine smile. He gently takes your hand again, and when you squeeze it in affirmation, he dips you again, and this time, he doesn’t miss.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ijwrff]

Yandere Yancy with a Prisoner Y/N that's trying to escape him but gets caught what would happen

Can this be a oneshot?

I am always so happy to write yandere content XD I hope you enjoy~! 

Word Count: 1,126

“You have to help me!” You pleaded to Jimmy. He seemed scary, but if anyone could help you get out of here, it would be him. You needed to get out of here, desperately. 

In response, he huffed, but didn’t make any other sign to show he was even listening. 

Not a good sign. 

He waved his hand, gesturing for you to follow him. Was he really gonna help you get out of here? It was going to be time for bed soon, and you couldn’t stomach another night in a cell with Yancy. 

He was crazy! He proclaimed his love for you and said you would be stuck in prison with him forever. You didn’t want that…you needed to get out of here. 

Jimmy led you to a back room, almost by the warden’s office. 

“Jimmy…? Is the way out really over here?” Once again, he didn’t answer. You were unfamiliar with this part of the prison, so it was entirely possible the way out was here. At least you hoped so…

God, if Yancy found out you were trying to escape…there’s no telling what he’d do. He’d attacked other inmates just for looking at you for too long. Somehow, even when he went to solitary confinement, he managed to get back into the main prison…with you. 

There were a few nights you didn’t have Yancy trying to watch you sleep, and it was really the only time you got any sleep at all. He loved you. At least that’s what he said. 

Jimmy grabbed your arm outside of what appeared to be the laundry room, and tossed you in with strength you knew he had, but didn’t expect to be used on you. 

“Boss…” Jimmy said, walking into the laundry room after throwing you to the ground. “This one was tryina escape.” 

You looked up in fear, Yancy was working in the laundry room. He…took you right to Yancy. You should have known…Yancy introduced you to Jimmy when you first got stuck in the prison, but you didn’t think he’d rat you out like this. 

A look of hurt washed over Yancy’s face, before it turned to complete venom. He was livid at this situation, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. 

“Take them to our room. Don’t let them leave.” Was all he said, before returning to work. Was he going to punish you? For trying to escape? This was most definitely the worst case scenario. You were going to be stuck in a room with the man you were trying to escape. 

Jimmy grabbed you roughly, and pulled you across the prison to you and Yancy’s room. He wasn’t letting go for anything. You were no match for his strength, but even still, you tried to fight against him. It didn’t do much, but honestly you didn’t expect it to. 

Once again, he tossed you to the floor of your cell, and shut the door, standing directly outside of it watching your every move. 

Now was the time…you had to decide if you would accept your fate, beg for mercy, or try in vain to escape. 

Looking Jimmy up and down one time and you knew the later two options were futile. He was one of Yancy’s dogs, and it didn’t make sense to you. Jimmy was definitely the strongest of all of the inmates, why did he follow Yancy’s instructions? Unless…there was a darkness in Yancy that the others didn’t want to face. 

That seemed like the most likely scenario, just from what little you’ve seen of Yancy’s darkness in your time staying here. 

You sighed, and sat down on your bed. All that was left to do was wait. Maybe you could bargain with Yancy…though based on the look he gave you, that didn’t seem very likely either. 

You sat in fear, not knowing what the other man would do in this instance, and thought of every terrible thing that could happen when he returned. 

Soon enough, the bell rang, signaling bedtime. Now it was only a matter of minutes before Yancy returned, and you truly feared for what would happen. If he could control all the inmates here, then there was something that made him more powerful. Maybe not physically, but mentally. 

You got up and paced the room, anxious about what could happen. Would he attack you like he attacked the other inmates? Would he try to manipulate you? What if…he did more than just hurt you? 

Those thoughts were stopped by Yancy arriving. Jimmy got out of the way, and let Yancy in. The guards came a few seconds later, and locked the door. Now you were really stuck with this maniac. 

You considered calling for help, but the angry look on Yancy’s face made you so anxious you couldn’t get a word out. “H-He-” You mumbled, before he approached you. Slowly, calculatingly. Almost like a predator stalking their prey. 

“Thought yous could get away, huh?” He said, getting closer and closer while you tried to put as much distance between you as possible. What he was going to do to you plagued your mind, and all of the worst scenarios came to mind, effectively preventing you from crying for help. 

You almost did, but you were backed up against the wall, Yancy standing over you, menacingly. In an instant he took out a shiv. So he was going to hurt you…you thought he loved you. You may not love him back, but how could someone hurt the one they loved like that?

“I’s disappointed. Thought yous would know better.” He ran this thumb along the blade, creating a small cut to show you just how sharp it was. It could kill you. HE could kill you. 

“I-Yancy! I’m sorry! Please don’t-” You begged, before he placed the blade on your neck. It wasn’t a lot of pressure, just enough to let you know it was there. 

“Shh…If I hurt yous, yous would deserve it.” He made the smallest of cuts on your neck, and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. Was this it? Were you going to die at the mercy of a madman? 

He leaned in, and left his lips but a centimeter from yours, making you close your eyes in fear as the tears fell down your cheeks. You didn’t want this…you didn’t want him. 

“If yous try that again…don’t think yous gonna get off easy. If yous plans to leave me…I’ll make sure you never do another thing again.” He pressed the blade even farther into your neck, and you knew it wasn’t a shallow threat. He really meant it. 

“I’s love you.” Was what he said…but what you really heard? What he really meant?

If I can’t have you, nobody can. 

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Summary- Being the best friend of the famous adventurer Illinois is amazing. Amazing until you realize you fell in love with him (He did warn you). Everything would go back to normal after you told him. You think he doesn't like you, but you're wrong.

tws- self-doubt, nothing really just a confession, 1258 words.

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Update- So I met my partner for the first time in person! It was amazing and I miss them very much now! It was amazing, but I'll start updating again.

You knew this wasn't going to be easy. Being the best friend and adventure partner of Illinois was not easy, but he made up for it. Would you sometimes come home covered head to toe in dried mud, yeah, but Illinois always lets you shower first and cook you dinner while you are in the shower. 

He was a charming man, you both knew this. Hell, he even talked about how easily people fell in love with him when you first met him. At first, you thought it was a load of bullshit…, but here you are. 

You stood outside Illinois study, with the intention of going in and confessing your love for him. You sighed and rubbed a hand down your face. This was harder than you imagined it would be. You thought you could go in and confess no big deal. Get it over and done with and eventually, the feelings would go away. 

About 6 months into being his roommate you thought the same thing, these feelings will go away and to your surprise, they did not. 

How could they when he was… him. 

How could your feelings go away when he was so kind and caring. How could they leave when he remembered small things about you, like how you always wanted to try a certain dish and he would make that dish for you. Your feelings wouldn't leave, his small gentle touches made sure of that. A hand on your back as he brushed by you, him holding your hand in a busy crowd so you don't get lost. 

Him being a total flirt didn't help at all. Your heart would skip a beat when he would call you tiger or doll. He purposely called you sweetheart to watch your flustered reaction. You know he didn't mean any harm, but the man drove you crazy in the best way possible. 

That's why you were here. You doubted he returned your feelings, so you were going to tell him and explain that he needs to lay off on the flirting until the feelings left. (They would leave right?) 

You took a deep breath, he wouldn't mind, he's used to people falling for him. It’s not like he's gonna kick you out and never contact you again, that's not him. You clenched your fist. 

It was just Illinois. He wouldn't ever hurt you, will your heart be broken when he rejects you… yes. That's not the point, he has a right to know, and you won't be able to move on until after you confess. 

It wouldn't be that bad, maybe a couple of days of sadness then it will all be okay. You took a deep breath, you could do this. You had to do this. 

You raised your hand and knocked on the wooden door to his study. You heard him call out, 

“Doors unlocked doll.” You took another deep breath as you opened the door and walked into the study. 

The study was your favorite place in the house. It always felt warm and cozy, something about the books lining the walls and the dark oak desk made you happy. Maybe because you always saw Illinois there. 

You drew in a breath as you saw the man in all his glory. He wore his usual get-up, excluding the hat and weapons. He had papers all over his desk and a few books opened. The soft warm light of his desk lamp illuminated his features. His slightly tousled hair, kind brown eyes, the glasses he wore when he read. He looked up at you with a soft smile.

“What brings you here doll?” he asked and you gulped. You watched as his eyes fell back down towards the desk. You knew about the deadline on his most recent research paper.

“I know your busy, but it’s important.” You said. He looked up and sighed, 

“Well I’m all ears.” he stood up leaning on his desk looking at you. You took another deep breath.

“Well, I-um- well I” You stuttered out your face heating up. Concern fell onto his face and he walked up closer to you, placing a hand on your forehead. 

“ You feeling alright?” he asked you softly studying your features. You nodded and cleared your throat. He moved his hand from your head.

“I- yes I’m fine. It’s just a little embarrassing what I have to say.” You explained as he nodded. 

“It’s just me doll, I’m not gonna judge you I promise.” He softly said, gently grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. 

Now or never. 

“ Before I start I need you to listen to me and wait until I'm finished to say anything, okay.” you started. He nodded his head. “We’ve been friends for over a year Illinois and you deserve the right to know this. “ A deep breath.

“ I’m in love with you Illinois,” you said, and you watched his face contort with surprise. 

“ I know It’s dumb and I know you don’t feel the same way. I just felt like you deserve to know, I don’t expect anything from you.” You looked away.

“Just please don't leave me, I can’t lose my best friend.”You begged. You fell silent and refused to look Illinois in the face. It would only break your heart more. 

Illinois still held your hand, but his thumb froze. He was silent and a pit formed in the bottom of your stomach. 

“I’ll leave you to-” You started trying to pull your hand away when Illinois interrupted you by pulling you into him. 

You let out a gasp as he wrapped his arms around you, his face in between your neck and shoulder. You slowly melted into him, wrapping your arms around him. You both stood there for a moment in silence.

“You have no idea how much I love you, do you?” He softly said into your ear. Your eyes widened in surprise. He… loved you. Oh my god, he loved you. You were gonna pull back to look him in the face ( and possibly kiss him). But he held onto you tight. 

“ just, let me hold you like this. Just for a moment, so I'll know this isn't a dream.” He said into your neck. You smiled and said, 

“ This isn’t a dream Illy, but I don't mind staying like this.” He held you tighter and placed a gentle kiss in the crook of your neck. You both stayed like that for a moment. Just enjoying the feeling of being together, of being held.

When he did pull back it was only to rest his forehead on yours, 

“ I love you so much.” He softly spoke, You smiled before saying,

“I love you Illinois.” 

One of his hands moved to the back of your neck pulling you in to kiss him. Your arms went around his neck pulling him into you as well.

You closed your eyes and took everything in. The feeling of his soft lip on yours, his claused hand on your neck and hip. He smelt like oak wood and old books, his taste intoxicating. He was everything to you. 

You both pulled back for air and you both had smiles on your face. 

“You are more precious than any diamond or statue sweetheart, You're worth more than anything in the world to me. Never for a second doubt how much I love you.” You nodded, 

“ I won't, not for a moment. I love you,” you mumbled before being pulled back into another kiss.

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AHWM Illinois Jones x female reader - Come Back

Illinois Jones, the famous adventurer and treasure hunter, is a jerk. You can tell by meeting him. However, when you get to know him, that fact is solidified and nailed to your brain. You, of course, knew this by heart and learned it every time your heart decided to beat for him. Even now, you watched as he flirted with one of the women in the hotel you two were staying in.

You, Miss (Y/n) (L/n), were his latest partner and a fellow explorer. Like Illinois, you enjoyed the thrill of the hunt and the rush of excitement when a treasure was found or put back in its long lost home. This was actually how you two had met.

It was a complete accident. You had found a rare treasure, a crystal monkey and were traveling to return it to its temple. As you entered the cave, a boulder rolled right past you, followed quickly by Illinois Jones himself. At first glance, he was just a random explorer, but after he introduced himself, your eyes widened. 

At the time you had only heard about him, not seen any pictures or met him before. “It’s an honor to meet you sir, my name is (Y/n) (L/n).” He smirked and winked, making your face flush pink. “Nice to meet you, gorgeous. Now, what is a fine lady like you doing down here?” 

“I’m an explorer like you, but not as well known. I’m here to try to return this crystal monkey to its home temple.” Illinois’s eyes had widened in surprise, seeing the rare and valuable artifact in the hands of another explorer. “You did your research then. The temple is around here somewhere. If you’d like, you can travel with me and I’ll help you get there. What do you say, m’lady?” 

At the time, you were giddy with excitement and eagerly agreed to follow him. This led to the two of you being welcomed into monkey heaven and receiving a diamond and golden banana. (Illinois still doesn’t know that the “rock” he had received was a huge diamond. He gave it to you and you were able to put it away in a safe place for later.) After that, you parted ways and then met again, this time both of you coincidentally searching for the Jewel of Jatan, another rare artifact that historians would kill to get their hands on. 

“Ah, you again. Don’t tell me you love me so much that you’re stalking me. Heh, not that I would mind.” You had blushed and rolled your eyes. “In your dreams. I’m searching for the Jewel of Jatan, what about you?” Illinois got closer, almost touching you as he spoke. “I am too. Let’s work together. No reason why a beauty like you should travel alone. What do you say, partner?” You were hooked. Together you found the jewel and credit was given to both of you in return. (Most of it went to Illinois as most people just thought you were his assistant. It did bother you a little, but you didn’t complain at the time.)

After that, you both became inseparable. You officially traveled with Illinois Jones all around the world, hunting for rare treasures all while you slowly fell in love with the handsome explorer despite his constant warnings not to. However, a person like him really put the concept of love to the test. 

You watched him now, across the room, as he flirts openly with one of the ladies at the hotel you two were renting a room at. The woman blushes, giggling as he lift her chin up, giving her the same look a husband gives his wife. Your heart panged with jealousy and the food you ordered in the cafe section finally arrived. You quickly ate the meal, which seemed to lose its flavor as you struggled to hold back tears, and left, not bothering to give your partner another glance. 

A half hour later, Illinois entered the room. “Heeeey sweetheart! You finished and left before I even ate my food. You feeling alright?” You didn’t want to talk to him. Your heart couldn’t take it. He walked over, kneeling in front of you, catching your gaze with his shining eyes. You looked away, and back at the book you were reading. Illinois forced the book down so you could see him. 

“I was reading that.” You said bitterly, glaring at the explorer. “It’s not going anywhere.” He said gently, winking at you flirtatiously. “I don’t care. Let me read my book.” 

“Why don’t you talk to me instead. I did ask a question, beautiful.” 

“Y’know what? You wanna talk, fine let’s talk.” You closed the book and glared at him. “What is your problem?” Illinois seemed surprised at your outburst, but happy that he finally got all of your attention. “I was wondering why you left before we could eat together.” He said, standing up and moving so that he could sit down across from you. 

“I was hungry and wasn’t gonna wait for you to stop flirting with that woman before I could eat. I like my dinner warm, thank you very much.” 

“Oh, come on. I wasn’t talking with her that long.” 

You glared at him, wanting to leave the room. “You spent the entire time after you ordered food talking to that lady. That was approximately 20 minutes. You were still with her when I finished eating, which was around 10 minutes. All together, that’s around half an hour, so yes, you were talking with her for a long time.” Illinois gave you a dismissive look. “So what? That’s perfectly fine! Nothing wrong with talking to a beautiful lady.” 

That was your breaking point. “I’m done.” You stood up to leave. He did too, looking very confused. “What? What do you mean ‘I’m done.’?” You grabbed your backpack and began to put your belongings inside of it. “I’m done with your bull, I’m done with your flirting, I’m done with being your “partner”, and I’m done with you.” Your ex partner looked shocked. “W-what? Wait, what do you mean by that?”

You quickly finished and looked over at him. “I’m done with you playing with my emotions, Illinois Jones. Ever since we met you’ve been giving me mixed signals. You flirt with me, you flirt with another girl, you flirt with me, you flirt with another girl. I’m done! And I’m especially done with taking less than half credit for a discovery that I did half the work for.”

Illinois was trying to process all of this. You were leaving? “Now, let’s just talk this out okay? It’s just mindless harmless fun! I’m a flirty guy, it’s in my nature, it’s in my blood!” 

“It’s not harmless. It’s very harmful, you’ve probably broken more hearts than you’ve ever kept! That lady that you were flirting with will probably be heartbroken when you leave without a trace!” 

The fellow explorer rubbed his neck uncomfortably. “That lady.. She actually had a boyfriend already.” 

“And that’s another thing! You never check to see if the girls you flirt with are in relationships! You’re absolutely despicable! When will you start realizing that the world doesn’t revolve around you and that you aren’t entitled to everything!” 

Illinois didn’t say anything. He was shocked. You had never talked to him like this before. “(Y/n).. sweetheart, please, we’re partners we have to-” 

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me! I’m not your sweetheart and I’m not your partner anymore. I hate you. I’m leaving, you’re on your own.” With that last sentence and with a shocked and hurting Illinois Jones reaching out for your retreating figure, you closed the door, quickly paying for your room and leaving. 

Back with Illinois, he was devastated. He had just lost another partner. This time, you had just quit, not because the adventures were too scary, but because you suddenly hated him. The famous explorer placed his left hand over his heart. Why did it hurt so much?

He went over the argument in his head and shook his head. “No. I’m not gonna be upset over this. She’s just another girl. She doesn’t matter.” No matter how many times he said this to himself, he couldn’t bring himself to truly believe it. 

Night fell soon enough and Illinois climbed into bed. “G’night, (Y/n).” He said softly, but there was no reply. ‘Oh.. that’s right.” He thought sadly, as he looked over at the empty bed beside his own. His heart felt like it was tearing itself in two as he laid down, looking away. “Just forget about her. She isn’t worth the tears.” He murmured to himself.

He hardly slept a wink that night. 

The next morning he woke up exhausted and not well rested. He blamed it on the argument and (Y/n)’s hurtful words. Never mind that. Today was a new day and he had a new goal in mind. Search for the Lost City of Gold. He remembered (Y/n) talking about it, her gorgeous (e/c) eyes sparkling with excitement. Illinois remembered how he was instantly captivated by her eyes. She was so beautiful. When he called her gorgeous, he meant it. Every single word. When did she start to think otherwise?

Illinois began to enter a cave, no longer used to the sound of only one pair of footsteps resonating through the empty cavern. The farther he went in, the more he wanted to leave. He wanted to talk to someone. No, not someone, (Y/n). He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to be near her, feel her presence and be comforted by her. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. 

There, in the middle of the cave, Illinois Jones sat down and began to cry. He finally accepted everything that had happened and let himself learn the truth. It was all his fault. It was his fault that his partner, his darling (Y/n), had left. It was all his fault for making her feel the pain of constant betrayal. He always told his partners and others not to fall in love with him, but now he had gone and fallen in love with the person who now hated him. Everything had been his fault.

She was right. The world didn’t revolve around him and it never did.

When the last of his tears left his eyes, Illinois let out one final choked sob and stood up. He could feel the treasure nearby, but it didn’t seem nearly as exciting and important as it originally did. Illinois quickly left the cave with a new mission: Find (Y/n).

For the next few months, he began searching for his lost partner. He learned that she was finding artifacts, both rare and more common, without him, gaining full credit for the discoveries. Her words echoed in his head, “I’m especially done with taking less than half credit for a discovery that I did half the work for!” She was finally getting the credit she had always deserved. 

He spent a night in a new hotel and there were some beautiful ladies there. ‘Why not have some fun?’ He thought, about to make his way over to them, when he remembered (Y/n)’s words. “It’s not harmless. It’s very harmful, you’ve probably broken more hearts than you’ve ever kept!” He leaves the girls alone, waiting for his food, alone at his table. 

The girls came over to him on their own accord, beginning to flirt and fangirl over him. Normally, he would be elated and flirt back, but he found himself not really attracted to them. He made small talk and a few random compliments, but no flirting. 

Soon, news came that the rising explorer extraordinaire (Y/n) (L/n) was in the area that Illinois recognized as the place that the two of them had fought. The place that his heart broke. He hopped on the first flight he could catch. He ran as fast as he could to the familiar hotel, the place that was rumored to be the temporary home to his darling. 

Looking around, his eyes land on a familiar (h/c) female. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. “(Y/n)!” He called, moving through the crowd to see her, but stopping when a figure came over to her, handing her a drink. Another man, someone he had never seen before, was chatting, laughing with (Y/n). Illinois was annoyed and saddened by this, his jealousy turning to anger as the man became touchy with her, placing his hands on her hips and leaning forward.

Illinois snapped and wrapped his arms around his partner’s familiar frame. “Hands off my woman.”

The man looked at him in shock, and (Y/n) looked up at her ex partner in shock. “I-Illinois?” Said man took her hand and led her outside, leading the struggling female into an alley where he finally let her go, already missing her touch. “Illinois, what the hecc was that? Why are you even here?” 

He couldn’t even really answer her question. He was just so relieved that she was there in the first place. There in front of him, where he could finally hold her, love her. He wrapped her in a tight hug, not wanting to let go. However, (Y/n) struggled against it and got free. “What are you doing here, Illinois?” She asked again and this time he had to answer.

“I missed you, darling! When I heard you were here, I came as fast as I could.”

(Y/n) glared and pressed a finger to his lips, which made his cheeks tint pink. “No no no. None of those nicknames. You need to stop, Illinois. I’m done with you. I’m not your partner anymore.”

Illinois grabbed her hand, holding it urgently. “Please, hear me out. I made a huge mistake the last time we saw each other. You were right. I was a selfish, and self absorbed jerk. I’ve hurt so many people just because I wanted attention. Worst of all, I hurt you, which is something I can’t forgive myself for. Please, forgive me. I want to be partners again.” (Y/n) shook her head, Illinois’s heart dropping. 

“No. No, Illinois. It’s not as simple as that. I’m glad you apologized, but that won’t change anything. Being partners requires more than just apologies. There needs to be trust. I can’t trust you. I can’t let myself get hurt again.”

Illinois couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He pinned (Y/n) to the wall, kissing her on the lips. 

(Y/n) was shocked and didn’t kiss back at first. Even after all this time, after all the heartbreak he had put her through, her cheeks still heated up and her heart felt like it was going to break out of her ribcage. After all this time, she still loved Illinois Jones. Her eyes fluttered close, finally kissing the man that captured her heart. 

Illinois let out a small moan, loving the feeling of her lips on his. This was something he never thought would happen. He had fallen head over heels for someone, and that someone was his partner. His (Y/n).

When they pulled away, slightly out of breath, (Y/n) looked up at him. “Illinois..” His name left her lips as barely a whisper. “(Y/n).. I love you so much. Losing you was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Please, come back. Be my partner again. I’ll never take more credit than I’m due. I won’t flirt with other people. I don’t care if you don’t love me back, just please.. come back to me.”

(Y/n)’s lips met his again and this time, his arms wrapped around her, leaning against her and the wall. “Illinois, I love you too..” she murmured, “that’s why I was so upset when you would flirt with other women. I couldn’t take it.”

“I’m so sorry, darling. Gosh I hate that I did that to you. I’ll never hurt you again. I’ll give up treasure hunting before I do.” (Y/n) laughed softly, “So… never?” Illinois leaned his forehead against her. “Maybe. It’s debatable. I gave up a hunt for the lost city of gold to find you. I never want to explore without you again. You’re the greatest treasure I could ever find, and I almost lost you forever.”

(Y/n) cupped his cheeks in her hands and gazed lovingly into his chocolate brown eyes. “You won’t have to worry about that anymore. As long as you never hurt me again, you won’t be alone again. I love you, Illinois.”

"I love you too, my treasure."

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INFECTIOUS --- (Head Engineer x reader)

SUMMARY: A mysterious sickness takes you in a hold with no way to cure it. Stubborn and determined, you push forward at your own peril.

CONTENTS: major character death, major angst, angry Mark.

PROMPTS: #5 “I want to take care of you!” / #38 “Are you hurt?” / #39 “I’m going to make sure you get better.” / #59 “You need to take a break.” / #87 “Get back in bed, you’re sick.” / #127 “You nearly got yourself killed!”

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"Cap'n. You need to take a break." Mark suggests as he steps into your office. Tugging the suit off your body and flapping your shirt you huff, the sweat rolling off your forehead.

"Mark..." You wheeze. Your tired eyes meet his and they struggle to stay open. Mark's face turns from neutral to concerned within seconds.

The room around you closes in and immense heat washes over you. It's hard to control you body movements as your head grows heavier and heavier. Your hands tremble and quake while your body shivers uncontrollably.

Watching your head hit the desk Mark panics. Tossing his tablet down onto a near by seat he rushes to your side. "Y/n!" He calls out. His hands messily tug at your shoulders, trying to sit you up. As he does his face grows pale. You're completely limp in his grasp as he sits you up. For a moment his heart drops. Your chest is barely moving and his fingers begin searching for a pulse point.

Hurriedly rushing to the door, he calls out. Everyone's heads snap his way as he makes the announcement. The rushing of footsteps rise and a group of doctors begin rushing their way towards your office. Mark watches as they rush in, picking you up in their arms to rush you away.

"Infirmary immediately. We need to act now!" One of the nurses calls out as she jogs along side them. "Calling quarantine! This might be foreign."

As Mark jogs to keep up he's stopped my Celci who holds her hand out to block his path.

"Wait. Let me go with them." Mark struggles against her as he pushes forward. Breaking her guard he pushes past only to be snatched back by his uniform.

"Mark. No. They're calling quarantine. This could be deadly." She warns him.

Turning around he pulls her hand away from his uniform to turn and rush the other way. "Even more reason." He calls as he goes.

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When you first landed on this planet the only concern was predators lurking about. Luckily there happened to be none. However, something that no one considered was the foreign sicknesses that would eventually take hold. Sadly you just so happened to be it's first victim. Even Mark's not able to see you no matter the clearance level he has.

As it stands everyone is concerned for your well being. Well, only the crew seeing as the colonists don't really know you.

Only hours after you were taken to the infirmary you were announced to be in critical condition. The moment those words entered his head he was desperate. Pushing through the crew, Celci chases after him.

"Mark, don't do it." She warns as she follows him. Everyone watches as Mark turns to face her with anger evident on his face. "With them out of commission I am temporary captain, meaning you follow my orders. So don't stop me." He growls.

Shocked, Celci freezes in place watching as Mark storms towards the infirmary. Frowning, she turns to walk back towards the rest of the crew. As she does Gunther rests a hand on her shoulder, a reassuring look in his eyes.

"Just leave him be for now. It's obvious this has him really messed up."

Celci looks up at him and nods. "I know. I'm just trying to keep him from doing something he shouldn't."

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Storming away from Celci with his hands clenched into fists and his mind racing, Mark heads for the infirmary. As he nears it's entrance one of the stationary doctor raises his hand to stop him.

"No entry beyond this point." He says.

Mark shoots him a glare and grabs his hand to shove it away. Mark stepa forward and the doctor steps in front of him.

"Move." He orders. But the doctor doesn't budge.

Restless, Mark grabs his shirt and tosses him to the side. Breathing heavily he steps through the door. Upon hearing the door open anyone in immediate view turns to look. Seeing it's not medical personnel a small nurse follows by his side.

"Excuse me sir but you're not allowed to be in here." She says.

Stern, his gaze doesn't falter from your room. There's doctor rushing in and out of that one room and he knows it has to be you.

"Leave or we'll use force." She warns.

Again he doesn't listen and presses forward. Soon enough two bulky guys step into his path, blocking him from moving forward. They rush forward reaching to grab him.

"Don't!" Mark calls out as he throws a blind punch. His wrist is grabbed and he pulls away. Their grasp in firm even as he struggles against them, kicking the person away as much as he's able.

"Let go!" He begs as he fights to break free of the guys grasp.

Another hand grasps his other arm and he's shoved to the ground. Grunting, he struggles against them only to fail. As he squirms underneath their hold a voice calls out.

"Don't let them leave!" A nurse shouts.

Looking up he's surprised to see you stumbling towards him. Seeing you sets his veins ablaze. Successfully he mule kicks the guard holding him down and slips free of their hold. Scrambling forwards rushes towards your stumbling form.

"Hey! Get back!" A guard yells from behind.

As Mark finally comes close enough you fall onto him, his hands grasping at your sides to keep you steady. Your breathing hard, little rasps escaping your lips with each breath.

"Mark?" You croak. Your voice is so broken and small compared to what it was supposed to sound like. At this point you don't even look like you any more.

"Are you hurt?" He asks as he pulls you closer to him. He can feel your hands grasping at his shirt, their hold loosening.

"No. Why are you here?" You rasp into his shoulder. He can feel his lungs begin to burn. He grasps at you tighter. "You could've go yourself killed coming out here like that."

You hum. "Answer my question."

Swallowing harshly, Mark pulls away from the hug and picks you up in his arms. The guards stop behind him, unable to do anything with you in his arms. The nurses and doctors all watch with fear of you life the longer you're away from the bed.

"let me get you back to your bed. You're sick." He's biting his lip as he looks down at your sunken face. The light in your eyes has faded and a murky film takes it's place.

"Mark, you're not answering my question." You urge him.

As he walks you back to the medical bed the nuses begin to move from his path, allowing him to make his way through. He's quiet, his eyes becoming glassy.

"Mark."

He stops beside the bed and looks down at you. "Yes?" There was no mistaking it, the sign at the foot of your bed.

"Why are you here?" You ask again.

Taking a deep breath he leans over to slip you back onto your bed. Grabbing the chair behind him, Mark pulls it close to the bed and sits down. "I want to take care of you is all." He admits as the tears begin to build in his eyes.

Frowning, you lift a hand to his face. "Mark I'm fine. There's no need to be upset."

Silence fills the room as he leans into your cold hand. Raising his hand he covers yours with it. There's a sad pitiful smile tugging at his lips as he begins to sob. It's quiet at first, the touch of his hand on your soft, but he quickly crumbles beneath your touch, his grasp grows tighter.

"I'm going to make sure you get better." He chokes out as he watches you frown. "Please. Smile. Smile for me." He begs.

Confused, you do it any way. A small smile forming on your features as you look up at him. "There's nothing to worry about Mark. Calm down."

The medical personnel look on with sadness in their eyes, some even turning away with tears in their eyes. They know it will be rough, for everyone, but for him....it would be bad.

The longer he holds your hand to his face the heavier your arm becomes, the smile on your face never fading as your movements come to a slow but approaching halt.

His bottom lip quivering Mark confesses. "I love you y/n. Both as a captain and a great friend. I wish I could have known you better." Closing his eyes he lowers his head, the sobs shaking his body. "I'm sorry." He mutters.

Name: Captain

Age:??

Birth: ??

Status: deceased

Time of death: 7:06 PM

[riotlain]

Starstruck

SO WHAT IF THIS IS A SONGFIC SHUT UP

having a crush on your partner even tho youre dating them>>

Actor Mark x Male Reader

Song: Starstruck by The Scary Jokes

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Sylvia, you are a fugitive on the run

Mark sat on the couch next to you, artifact in his hand, explaining the item. You could only stare with dazed eyes and a small smile.

Oh how you felt for this man just couldn't be put into words.

Not sure from what

You knew Mark was a criminal. Who was he running from? You were clueless. Mark never really explained it to you.

Or maybe he did and you were too entranced by his smile.

Every day, you're like a different girl

Mark rehearsed his lines to you, his boyfriend. He stood in the middle of their room, giving a dramatic reading of a dark love story. Glancing over occasionally to see your reaction.

Who are you trying to fool?

Sylvia, it's such a pleasure to know the real you

The 2 of you laid on your bed, Mark on your lap. There was a relaxing silence in the room as you combed your hand through your boyfriend’s locs of hair.

Everyone knew Mark as an arrogant schmuck. In reality he was a very soft guy. Only you can see this part of him though…

Oh, I still get a little starstruck

Baby, you shine so bright

You stared in awe as you watched his performance in the front row. He was the lead of course. It was like you still have a crush on him. Mark smiled at you from the stage causing you to get flustered.

And you still give me butterflies

Oh baby, you shine so bright

[paigesmaze]

hi!! could i please request an illinois x reader with 65 and 83, semi-fluffy where the reader and illy are looking for something in a supposedly haunted old building and illinois keeps making fun of them for latching onto him and jumping at every little sound? thank you so much for your time, have an excellent day :]

Ghost Hunters

AO3

Summary: (Gender-Neutral Reader): Illinois is always busy trying to find his next adventure. When he decides to try out ghost hunting, he invites you, his best friend, along. And it seems as if Illinois knows exactly how to reveal your feelings.

A/N: Thank you for the request, Anon! I had so much fun writing this, it is so fluffy. If there are any other requests, please don't hesitate to submit them. Enjoy, Loves! :)<3

Word Count: 4,204

Why you had ever agreed to tag along on the trips Illinois would often take was a mystery to you. The adventurer seemed to have absolutely no fears and would travel anywhere if it meant that he could potentially discover some new treasure, even if that meant throwing himself into near-death situations daily.

Maybe you went with him so he wouldn’t get himself killed, or maybe it was because you cherished him more than you cared to admit. Over the years, the man had come to hold a special place in your heart. And even if he didn’t want to admit it, you were his closest companion. Sure, he’d had partners in the past who he looked after, but he never felt as close with someone as he had with you. He would jump at any opportunity to have you nearby when he went exploring, wanting to share every little detail with you. You found it adorable, especially when he would go on and on about the history of his treasures. It was like his words were coming out faster than his brain could even process what he was saying, and though most people would say he was hard to keep up with, you always understood everything he was saying. You hung onto every word he spoke as if it was the most fascinating information you’d ever hear. Though, you’d never actually let it show that you felt that way, as it would surely cause a rift in your already existing friendship.

But there was nothing like seeing him excited about going on another trip, which is why you didn’t hesitate when he asked if you wanted to go on a road trip to Kentucky to visit some haunted hospital he had come across.

In an attempt to “broaden his horizons,” as he put it, he wanted to attempt ghost hunting. And what better place to hunt ghosts than an old hospital where thousands of people had died a hundred years ago. So, he gathered all of his gadgets into the back of his truck, along with all of the supplies that the two of you would need for the next few days, and you were on the road. The two of you had planned to stay at a motel nearby while you spent a few days going through the hospital. The location that you were going to was called the Waverly Hills Sanatorium, a place that you’d heard close to nothing about.

The radio softly played some vaguely familiar tune as you peered out the window of the car door with your chin propped up on the palm of your hand. You let out a content sigh and shut your eyes as the breeze kissed your skin. Though the wind created a bit of a chill on your face, the shining sun left a warm glow on your face. Suddenly feeling a pair of eyes on you, you glanced towards Illinois and saw that his gaze was glued to you, an unfamiliar look on his face.

“Keep your eyes on the road, dingus,” You playfully spoke as you flicked the man in the arm softly. His eyebrows lifted a bit as he concealed a surprising look, seemingly unknowing of the fact that he had been staring at you for a fair amount of time. He laughed softly under his breath.

“God, you always have to be so mean to me, don’t you?” He joked. “You forget who you’re with. I will gladly leave you to the company of those ghosts if you keep it up, honey.”

Your cheeks felt warm at the affectionate nickname as you let out a breathy laugh. Even with the stupid insult he’d thrown your way, he still seemed to fluster you. The way that he shamelessly threw out those little pet names or the way that he would stare at you with that god-forsaken look on his face always left your mind racing. It had always been this way, you two were the best of friends and did nearly everything together. You always told yourself that Illinois was a natural flirt. He was charming and extremely handsome. Anyone could see that.

You never thought that those comments were sincere, though. You told yourself that he was just comfortable with you. You were best friends, co-adventurers, roommates, and nothing more.

You snapped out of your trance when you realized that Illinois was waiting for any kind of response from you. You shook yourself out of it and asked, “So, ghosts? What happened to finding undiscovered treasures in creepy ass caves?”

“Well, I thought that I’d branch out a little, you know? Communicate with the dead a bit, make some ghost friends,” He joked. “Plus, I spent way too much money on that equipment back there and I have got to put it to good use before I lose my mind,” He said, gesturing towards the odd contraptions in the trunk.

You chuckled as you glanced at said items in the back of the vehicle. Seeing the bright lights of the motel coming up, you were anticipating being able to finally stretch after your long six-hour journey. The few rest stops that you had taken hadn’t done much to help with the soreness you felt in your body from sitting in the same position for such a long period.

Illinois pulled into the driveway of the small building, hopping out of the truck almost immediately before hoisting as many bags as he could over his shoulder. You peered at him from your spot behind the truck, letting out a false scoff as you saw that Illinois had not only taken the equipment and his things, but he had taken your bags as well.

“Show off…” You muttered as you closed the doors and locked the vehicle. Illinois looked at you, a wide grin on his face as he waited for you to join him in traveling up to your shared room. You gathered your keys from the front desk and made your way towards the hallway of doors.

When you and Illinois arrived at your room, you quickly unlocked and opened the door, ready to sprawl out on a bed and fall asleep. Before you could even think to do so, you stopped abruptly, glancing at the arrangement of the room.

“You have got to be kidding me,” You let out a frustrated sigh. Looking at Illinois, who stood behind you, you spoke, “You booked a two-bed room, didn’t you?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and brushed past you, a hand on your arm as he walked by to view the room for himself. There he saw that there was only one bed in the room that he had booked. Looking around once more, he noticed a couch on the other side of the room and dropped the bags down in the empty space next to it.

“As much as I know how much you’d probably love to cuddle up to me all night, I can take the couch,” He smirked at you. You looked at the man, mouth agape as you desperately tried to find the words to make a comeback.

Illinois walked up to you, his face inches away as his fingers brushed your jaw. Your eyes widened, wondering what he could possibly be doing. “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” He said before winking and turning away, leaving you in even more of a mess than before.

“Asshole,” You muttered as your face burned.

The two of you had finally settled down a bit for the night, and as Illinois sat writing down notes in his journal, you were on your computer researching what history the Waverly Hills Sanatorium Held. According to the things you had seen, it was an establishment created in the early 1900s as a place to treat tuberculosis, or the “White Plague,” as some had called it. The hospital was only meant to hold up to 50 people at a time, but as the plague spread, the number of patients held at a time increased. It is said that over 6,000 people died in the sanatorium. Surely, you and Illinois would have an interesting experience attempting to communicate with these people.

After a bit more research into the topic, you began to get yourself ready for bed, and Illinois doing the same. After a brief goodnight, you two finally fell asleep, anticipating what the next day would hold in the haunted hospital. You had never really believed in supernatural occurrences all that much, but it did freak you out a little that you might come into contact with something of the sort, not that you would ever admit that to Illinois. He would surely never let you live that down.

As you sat in the passenger seat again the next day, awaiting your arrival at the hospital, you pestered Illinois with questions about where the two of you would be exploring when you got there.

“So, I looked a bit more into it,” You spoke. “The sanatorium has what’s called the Death Tunnel, basically a 525-foot-long concrete tunnel where they went to dump all of the deceased bodies after people had passed. And according to all of the websites I looked at, none of those dead bodies ever came back from that tunnel. They were all burned or buried underneath the end of the structure,”

Illinois glanced at you, a bit surprised for a moment. “You really cared enough to do that much research?” He asked. You looked at him, a confused expression on your face.

“Yeah, of course,” You smiled. “You’re only like, my favorite person, of course, I care about what you’re interested in.”

He turned away from you with a small smile, his cheeks turning pink as he cleared his throat before speaking up again. “Well I’m glad you looked into it because we will be visiting the Death Tunnel, I have a ghost box that we can use to try and talk to some of the deceased that were buried or burned in that very place,”

“Is that not creepy to you in the slightest bit?” You questioned.

“That’s beside the point, we’re here,” He uttered as he parked the truck in front of the abandoned hospital. Clouds hung in the sky, a dark contrast compared to the previously bright and sunny day. You craved that type of weather now as you shivered thinking about entering the building.

You and Illinois each grabbed a bag out of the backseat and made your way up to the entrance of the sanatorium. Its doors were etched with tiny swirls and intricate lines hidden by the decaying wood of its frame. It seemed like most, if not all, of the windows had been broken, as well. Surely a product of the vacancy and break-ins that had happened on the property over the years that it had been abandoned.

Illinois turned the doorknob and swung the frame open. Small splinters of wood fell from the door as it made a loud creaking noise. You and Illinois spared a glance at each other before you spoke, “Well, I’m not going in first, there has to be so much dust in that place,” your mouth fell into a flat line as you tried to hide your panic with a lie.

After Illinois didn’t make a move to walk into the building, you spoke up again. “Are you scared?” You asked, your voice cracking a bit at the end. You cursed yourself in your head. Your plan to appear as fearless as possible might have been a bit flawed. You hadn’t even walked into the hospital yet, and you had goosebumps littering your skin just at the thought of entering.

Illinois broke the silence. “I’m not scared, but if you are, you can hold my hand,” he smiled smugly at you.

“Stop being a fucking prick,” You murmured, grabbing his larger hand in your own quickly before stepping into the building with him. Illinois was awestruck at your boldness. Sure, you two weren’t uncomfortable with touching one another, but it’s not like either of you had gone out of your way to do something so forward.

He pursed his lips together and gripped your hand a bit tighter as he felt it shaking a bit. He liked to poke fun at you sometimes, and being in a haunted building was a great opportunity to do so. But something about the situation made it feel wrong. It seemed like you were truly terrified about what would happen if you stayed in the area. And he hated the way that you nervously glanced around and the way that you tried to hide how shaky your breathing was becoming.

“Hey,” he began. When you didn’t acknowledge him, he started again, “Hey, look at me, honey,” You snapped out of it, jumping a little bit before meeting his gentle gaze. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I mean it. I know I made all of those jokes about how you’d be too scared to go through with this, but that’s all they were, jokes. If you don’t feel comfortable here, we don’t have to stay.”

His sincerity made you want to cry. You laughed at your silliness and the predicament you were in. You didn’t even believe in ghosts, it was so stupid that you were getting so worked up about the whole situation.

“No. No, I’m okay. It’s so dumb, we can just get on with it. I know how much you were looking forward to this,” you replied. You met his eyes and nodded, further proving your statement.

“If you’re sure, then we’ll go on with it. But the second you feel like it’s too much, just tell me. And I won’t let anything bad happen to you, you know that” He smiled at you. You gave him a sheepish smile back and the both of you made further steps into the building, turning your flashlights on in the dim rooms.

“So, I was thinking we can try to take some pictures in a few rooms, scope the place out a bit. And then we can go see the Death Tunnel and try to contact some of those ghosts I was talking about,” You nodded your head at his plan. He looked at you once more, affirming that you were okay with everything as his thumb brushed against the hand that he was holding.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, a welcome sensation compared to the fear you were feeling only moments ago. Something about the way that Illinois looked at you and the way that he wanted to make sure that you were absolutely okay with the trip made you fall even further in love with him if that was even possible. You don’t even remember when you started to feel that way for the adventurer. It was like you had always known that you’d be able to trust him with everything, that he’d always be there for you and you’d always be there for him.

After taking several pictures inside of the building with the specially made cameras that Illinois had purchased, the two of you sat outside in the truck, viewing the photos that were taken.

”What exactly are we looking for in these?” You asked.

“Bright flashes or little white circles, I think they’re called orbs,” He answered, flipping through a few more pictures.

“There!” You exclaimed, pointing to a small ball of light in the corner of one of the pictures taken in one of the hospital rooms. Though you were still absolutely terrified at everything that was the Waverly Hills Sanatorium, you had to admit that it was exciting being introduced to all of these new and exciting ghost gadgets and facts. Maybe they were real, or maybe you were just finding things that didn’t mean anything. Either way, the experience was becoming much more fun than you had expected.

“It’s kind of pretty,” You said as you looked at the orb in the picture. It had a soft glow around it and it sat underneath the window in the decaying room. None the wiser to you, Illinois was staring at you as you gushed over how cool the picture was. Of course, he was passionate about his work and the things he discovered, but something about the way that you looked so happy felt so much more fascinating and enjoyable to focus on at that moment.

After you ranted for a moment about the picture, you looked up at Illinois, only to find that he was already staring at you with an endearing smile on his face. That same look he had given you on the drive to the motel.

“What?” You asked. “Is there something on my face? A cobweb? I swear, it is so insanely gross in there I wouldn’t be surprised if I had a nest of spiders on me right now.”

“No, no, there’s nothing on your face, you’re fine,” He chuckled. “We should head down the Death Tunnel. I want to try out the ghost box,”

So, you and Illinois began to travel down the short path that led to the tunnel. You had already clarified with the man how far into the tunnel you’d actually be traveling and agreed that going halfway would be far enough. You turned your flashlights on and made your way about 200 feet into the tunnel before stopping in the darkness.

Your hand still gripped Illinois’s tightly, providing a sense of comfort to both of you. Even though being in the dark tunnel proved to be extremely terrifying, knowing that your best friend was there with you helped ease the fear a bit.

He set up the ghost box quickly as the two of you made yourselves comfortable, sitting side by side against one of the walls of the tunnel. You jumped as the static of the ghost box echoed in the tunnel and filled the air.

“What I said still stands, you know. We can leave at any point, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Illinois reassured you.

You looked at him appreciatively and shook your head. “No, I can do this. We’re good,”

He nodded and switched the box to another setting before placing it in the center of the tunnel. A few noises were coming from the static, but you couldn’t make out any words. Your breathing picked up as you wondered what those noises really were. Were they truly ghosts? Was the machine broken? What if the machine was built to make noises on its own? Questions raced through your mind as the two of you finally heard one word.

“Out,” It spoke quietly but firmly. You two looked at each other, confirming that the two of you had heard the same thing. You both stood up, feeling a bit anxious. It spoke the word again. Then again. And again. Illinois picked up the box, fiddling with the settings a bit before you both heard a loud crash at the end of the tunnel. Both of your eyes shot open as wide as possible before the two of you bolted out of the concrete structure as fast as your legs could carry you. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and your feet pounded against the hard ground, echoing on the walls along with Illinois’s tracks behind you. You could still hear the metallic crashing sound at the end of the tunnel as the word, “Out,” echoed over and over again against the walls.

After the longest twenty seconds of your life, you and Illinois finally made it out of the tunnel, pausing shortly before you realized what had just happened.

”The truck, get to the truck,” You breathed out heavily as you began running again. Getting to the truck quickly, you two jumped in and pulled out of the driveway of the sanatorium swiftly. You and Illinois shared panicked glances as you both fought to catch your breath.

“Holy shit, what was that?” You spoke up after a minute.

“I have absolutely no idea,” Illinois replied. He seemed to be almost as freaked out as you as he had the same questions racing through his mind. Few words were spoken between the two of you as you finally made your way back to the motel, the sun setting in the distance. One more night in this place and you’d finally be able to go home. At least you wouldn’t have to visit that terrifying place again.

When you entered your shared room, you anxiously stood in front of the couch that Illinois had thrown himself down on.

“So, let me get this straight,” You started. “I’m going to pretend like we didn’t get verbally assaulted by a ghost, and I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear metal slamming against the wall of a pitch black tunnel at a haunted hospital. That did not happen,” You paced around the room.

Illinois watched you carefully and stood up slowly, to not scare you any further.

“Honey, hey, stop,” He placed his hands on your shoulders to stop you from pacing around the room anymore. “You’re okay, we’re not there anymore. Nothing is going to happen, trust me,”

You calmed down a bit as you looked at him. You let out a deep sigh as you pressed your forehead to his chest, relaxing in his embrace. He wrapped his arms more comfortable around you and pulled you closer.

“I should have had us leave the second that I saw how nervous you were when we got into that building,” Illinois whispered, feeling like part of this was his fault for dragging you along.

“It’s not your fault, Illinois, I promise. I told you I was okay with it. You didn’t do anything wrong. Let’s just stick to finding treasure. No more ghosts, or supernatural shit, alright? I think we find ourselves in near-death situations enough already, there’s no need to mix ghosts in with that,”

Both of you chuckled as he pulled away from you, nodding. “You’re right, I think ending up in monkey heaven is much better than dying at the hands of an angry ghost,”

“Who knew that ghost hunting could be so tiring?” You groaned as you planted yourself face down on the bed. Illinois chuckled at you quietly before making his way towards the bathroom to get himself ready for bed.

You two made yourselves comfortable. You laid on the bed while Illinois remained on the couch. You tossed and turned for nearly an hour. The room was dark, and all of the lights were off, save for the dim lamp that Illinois had opted to keep on near the entrance of the room. Every creak you heard from the walls, and every noise that the neighboring guests made caused a surge of panic to rise in you each time.

“Illinois, are you awake?” You whispered. Nothing but silence filled the room for a moment, leading you to believe that Illinois was already asleep. You turned once more to try and find a new position that would hopefully help you fall asleep before you heard a reply.

“Yeah, I’m up. You can’t sleep either?” Illinois asked groggily. You heard some shuffling around before you replied with a quiet, “No.”

Just as you were about to turn to face him on the couch, you felt a dip in the bed before his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you towards him. You froze up for a moment before relaxing in his arms and letting out a content sigh.

You turned around in his arms, meeting his gaze. You waited for a moment, wondering if you should say anything. Before you could even think, you started speaking.

“You know what’s stupid?” You asked Illinois. He hummed, urging you to continue. “The only time that I felt like everything was really okay today was when you were holding my hand. I don’t know. It was strangely comforting.” You looked away from him as you anticipated his reply. His arms tightened around your waist comfortingly.

“That’s not stupid,” He began. “You know, that was all you. The hand holding. I’ve got to say, I was a bit shocked when you did that. Blatant flirting is usually my thing,” He chuckled.

“What? I, I was not flirting, I was just-” You started, sputtering out nonsense. You were cut off by his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss, his lips brushing yours gently. Once you realized what was happening, you quickly kissed him back, eagerly sealing your lips to his as you wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand tangled in his hair. Illinois chuckled into the kiss before the two of you hesitantly pulled away from each other with grins on your faces.

“You’re cute when you ramble, did you know that?” He mumbled.

You groaned at him while he laughed at your antics and pulled you closer to him, tucking you gently underneath his chin before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Maybe joining him on these trips wasn’t so bad after all.

[orange-waterfalls]

Thunderstorms

Captain Magnum x gn!reader

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

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

Word Count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head.

"Why not?"

You shrugged.

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

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

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

"Hi, Cap." You sighed. 

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

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

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

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

"Really?" You raised your eyebrows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alright, maybe not completely different a direction.

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

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

"You said." He quirked an eyebrow.

"Then why're you asking?"

"Cause I don't believe you."

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

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

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

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

"And you respect me?" You continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"... and?" He said, eventually. 

"What?" You asked.

"Is that it?" He started to laugh.

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

"Mate, we all have fears."

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

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

"What is it?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Vaguely aware of it."

"Nasty, nasty business."

"You afraid of mice?"

"Nah, mice're cute."

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

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

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

"It's just water. And light."

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

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

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

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

"You like the storm." You pointed out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Night, Mags…" You muttered.

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

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

[venuss-heart]

Illinois x BlueBerry Muffin Reader

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He rubbed his back groaning from the temple of the Sugar Cane. Which surprise surprise, wasn’t a easy feat. The temple cursed the town making everyone part food! Which attracted many people but he couldn’t stand the tourists making jokes on “how cute they where! Almost enough to eat!” He stepped into a small Cafe and if the smell of sweets and blueberries where any stronger it would’ve slapped him silly!

He was met by a person with soft whipped hair looking like BlueBerry cream with H/C accents. And their face had blue instead of the regular reds and pales. “Hello! What would you like today?” They smiled straightening their uniform.

“Just a- Coffee? If you have any?” He smiled sheepishly as they nodded and hurried off, their shoes clicking against the nice blue polished floors. 

He felt out of place being one of the rare few tan things in this blue heaven, they stepped back out and set the coffee on the side table of the couch he sat down on. “Please call if you need anything sir!” They smiled and walked back humming and started swatting away the little fox that walked in and sat on the counter. 

“Ah! No! Not food!” They laughed holding the orange fox away from eating their puffy hair. “Needa hand?” He laughed and got up, the fox escaped their grasp and walked over to him. He leaned down only to be met with a yip and a paw on his face. “Hello to you too?” “HAHA! Oh they don’t like humans too much! What’s your name? I’m y/n BerryWood.” Y/n smiled leaning on the counter. 

“Illinois.” He mumbled holding the fox that shifted to be held like a baby. “Well Illi I think we’re gonna be good buds.” Y/n hummed handing him a berry to feed the fox. “What makes ya say that?” “That fox has been with me since my fresh baked days! Hates everyone new. Only person they’ve snuggled up too is you.” Y/n giggled as he sipped his coffee. “I’m just that charming~!” 

I don't even need to add anything, it's just straight up perfect 💕

[sardonic-the-writer]

hey would you be okay with writing a mini drabble of wilford comforting the reader

Of course. I hope your alright hun. My inbox is open <3 /p

Wilford had noticed that you were a little less excited about things recently. He tried not to worry too much, remembering how every time you got like this you would just lightly smile and tell him things would blow over soon. And they would.

But not this time.

Walking in on you staring at a wall blankly had hit him hard. As if someone had taken a metal rod and stuck him in the heart with it. You weren't all there and he could tell by the way you barely moved when he settled into the mattress next to you.

"Sugarplum?" He had muttered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes. The tangled lock got slightly stuck in the weave of his fingers, making you let out a small grunt.

It was the most he had heard from you in days.

Pink mustache dipped down with the effort of Wilfords frown, big eyes looking at you sadly.

"Bubblegum what's wrong." The pinkette asked with a soft voice. Almost as if he would break you if he raised his voice any more.

He got a half hearted shrug in response, your eyes only flickering over to him for a bit before going back to staring at a stain on the dry wall. But it was enough time for him to see how blank you were. He hated it.

Asking you if you wanted to talk about it (and receiving the smallest of no's back) Wilford asked cautious permission before cradling you in his strong arms. You could feel the way they enveloped you, and more importantly how it lifted the weight from your chest a little. Straps from his bright suspenders dug into the back of your shoulder blades, the cloth and metal clips quickly being removed after your cuddle partner noticed your discomfort.

Sweet nothings and words of encouragement buried their way into your ears as Wilford quietly talked to you. Telling you about his day at the manor, how he had missed you, what he had been planning on foong tomorrow, ect ect.

It took a while for you to fall asleep on top of his chest, breathing slowing down to a soft snore. Wilford watched you sadly, petting your hair and kissing you softly before pulling a nearby blanket over both of your forms.

Hopefully tomorrow would hold a better day.

I put my whole Sardussy into writing this just for you anon. Please feel better <3 /p