#fem reader x darkiplier

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Iplier Egos x Reader HCs - Pregnancy HCs

Warning: LONG

Darkiplier

Well received

He’s happy to hear that you’re pregnant

Heck, he’s elated (but he won’t show it in front of the other egos cause edgy boss ego gotta keep his image)

More than willing to provide you with everything you need during your nine months

He can give you anything ;)

Isn’t really bothered by weird stuff like your cravings or increased/decrease in affection

Wilford throws you two a gender reveal party during your 5th month (Dark isn’t really one for parties but goes along with it for you)

You two are having a girl!

Dark starts to read books about how to keep boys away from his little girl (for the future)

Occasionally, if you two are cuddling, he’ll place his hands on your swollen belly and smile while nuzzling you lovingly

Is with you throughout the entire pregnancy (or as much as he can be)

Will hold your hand and whisper words of encouragement during labor

“It’s okay, darling. It’s almost over.”

“You said that three hours ago!”

“... I’m trying to help you.”

After an exhausting 16 hours of labor, you’re finally finished and the wails of a baby can be heard throughout the room

He’ll deny it, but Dark shed a few tears while holding his newborn daughter

Her name, decided by the both of you, was Celine Iplier

Wilford

WHAATTTTTTT

REALLY????

Happy mans

Jumping for joy and running around telling everyone he can find that he’s gonna be a dad

You find it adorable

Lots of kisses :3

He doesn’t mind your cravings and 9 out of 10 times he will try any weird concoctions you come up with

Is very impatient when it comes to finding out the sex of the baby

The egos make him wait an entire extra month to find out 

Bing and Google work together to throw the gender reveal party

Bing comes up with the idea to make him wait even more by making the inside of the cake blue and pink, the reveal balloons white, and more stuff like that

Wilford looks like he’s going to explode into glitter

Suddenly, Eric nervously comes forward wearing a pink Hawaiian shirt

“C-cong-gratulations.. I-it’s-s a g-girl.”

Chaos ensues

Key word: excitement

Likes to talk about dancing with his little girl when she’s old enough

It brings a smile to your face whenever he has these sweet lil’ gushes of happiness

He was doing an interview when you went into labor

Dr. Iplier began helping you through your labor pains and instructs Google to contact Wilford

Your husband teleports into the room in a panic

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ve gotcha!”

He happily holds his daughter, Willow Warfstache, in his arms quite a few hours afterward

“Wilford? Are you crying?”

“No, I’ve just got something in my eyes.”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

“TEARS!”

Actor

He just stares at you

“What did you just say?”

You repeat the news and he blinks, processing the information

“P-pregnant? Like, we’re going to have a kid?”

You confirm his question, now feeling very nervous

He is looking everywhere but at you, not being able to speak properly

“Y-you.. I.. we.. w-what..” 

With a sigh, he turns away and starts to leave

You call after him but he tells you he needs time to think

He doesn’t come to speak to you for a few hours

You’re in the living room of the mansion, a fire crackling in the fireplace while you read a book, trying to take your mind off of things

He walks in and sees you there and, after taking a deep breath, he goes to talk to you

“(Y/n).. darling.” 

“I’ve made up my mind, Mark, and I'm telling you now. I’m keeping this baby, whether you want them or not. I don’t care if you won’t want me around, but-”

He sits next to you, kissing you gently on the cheek and you turn to look at him

“That’s the thing, my dear. We’re going to be a family. I’m going to be with you every step of the way. I love you, and I’m going to take care of you and our baby.”

He meant it

He honestly did a pretty good job of it too

Sure he had a few things to gripe about, but he kept his word

You two don’t have a gender reveal party and instead keep to yourselves (for the time being)

Surprise! You’re having a little boy!

Has doctors come to the mansion when you go into labor

He’s starting to tear up and he’s more than happy to hold his son for the first time

“I never thought I could be so happy..”

Five years later, Actor is in a meeting with the other egos when there is a knock at the door

Google goes to answer when it suddenly opens and a little boy runs into the room

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Actor is shocked as (Y/n) quickly comes into the room, looking embarrassed

“S-sorry, we were going to surprise you when the meeting was over. David Iplier, I told you to stay in the hallway.”

Actor ruffles the boy’s hair, “It’s okay. I was definitely surprised.”

Just then they realized how silent the room was until Wilford let out a loud, “YOU HAVE A KID?!”

“Yes I do.” confirmed your husband, getting up and walking to the exit, “The meeting was basically over anyway so I’ll be taking my leave. Buh-bye!”

He took you and your son by the hand and departed, leaving behind a conference room full of shocked and confused looking egos

Dr. Iplier

Is very surprised but takes it well

“You really are full of surprises, aren’t you, (Y/n)?”

Honestly, he’s very excited and tells a few people at the hospital he works at as well as a few other egos

Being a doctor, he knows just what to expect from the pregnancy and, while he can’t always be home to take care of you (he does have a job after all), he does try his best to do what he can

Constantly checking up on you to make sure you feel okay

He’s the one to do the ultrasound on you and you can see his eyes sparkle when he sees his child for the first time

During the fourth month (when you can slightly begin seeing what sex the child is), he happily tells you that you’re having a boy

When one of the egos (probably Wilford but who knows) asks if they know yet, he’ll tell that ego about his son with a smile

Surprise, not surprise, he’s actually the one to deliver his own child

He was at work when an ambulance rushed in with you on a stretcher, obviously in labor

His eyes go wide and he runs to your side, grabbing your hand and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead

“It’ll be okay, (Y/n). Just breathe and get ready to push.”

The labor lasted around ten hours but it was worth it

Dr. Iplier was the first to hold his little boy and he was so incredibly happy

“He’s perfect, (Y/n).. thank you..”

“What do you think his name should be?”

“How about.. Liam? Liam Ipier.”

Google

Very surprised and confused

He wasn’t aware that he could get you pregnant

Yes, he knew he was very much like a human, but not THAT much

He does realize that the timing checks out though and knows that you wouldn’t lie to him about something so important

He’s happy and is sure to tell you that

He is also happy to do what you ask in order to make the pregnancy easier for you

Primary objectives are: 

- 1) To answer questions as quickly as possible 

- 2) To take care of his wife and future child

- 3) To destroy mankind (he has determined that this objective needs to be put on hold and possibly terminated though that last part’s still up for debate)

Will go with you to every doctor’s appointment and makes sure you feel okay

There are some very difficult parts of the three trimesters specifically when the baby is developing their more human-like parts

These complications were very much obvious during the third ultrasound

“It seems,” said Dr. Iplier in confusion, “that your child has some metal growing on her skin. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.”

Yup! You and Google are going to be the proud parents of a little cyborg girl

By the way, Google is now 100% sure that the child is his because of this discovery

However, due to the fact that your daughter is part metal, it was pre-determined that she would have to be taken out via a c-section rather than a natural birth

It was just safer that way

When the time came and you went into labor, after a few minutes of waiting in the operating room, some surgeons came and introduced to the world a beautiful baby girl

Google smiled as he held his daughter in his arms for the first time and you watched his reaction from your bed with a smile

She was very small and had small plates of metal that were visible on both of her cheeks and on her upper arms

“Hey Google?”

*ping*

“How does the name ‘Eve’ sound for your daughter”

“I think it’s perfect, my dear.”

Bing

I doubt the baby was planned but he’s happy to be a father anyway

Secretly he’s wondering if he’s actually able to get you pregnant but whatever he has a feeling the kid is his…. somehow..?

Tries his best to provide for you when you need things but probably ends up needing help from the other egos for a few things

Tries to act more mature at the doctor’s office when you go for checkups and ultrasounds

He likes to cuddle you and especially kiss your stomach

“Just givin’ the baby some love. Can’t have them feeling left out.”

Like in Google’s HC, there are some complications and you two find out that the kid is a cyborg

Bing’s happy when you two discover as well that you’re having a little boy

“We can name him Bing Jr. and I can teach him how to skateboard!” He told you excitedly

You secretly doubt you’ll end up calling your son Bing Jr. but decide to let your husband dream before a final decision is made

Well the decision comes faster than you two originally thought because you went into labor three weeks early

Your son is born via a c-section prematurely and while he is put in an incubation chamber in your hospital room, you and Bing are very worried but believe that he’ll be alright

“Hang in there little buddy.” Bing says softly, putting his hand up to the clear wall that contained his son

As he said that, the little boy opened his eyes and began to softly cry

The doctor informed the two of you that he would have asthma, as his lungs weren’t completely developed when he was born, but that he had a very good chance of survival

When you all were finally able to leave about a month later, Bing was the one to come out of the hospital with little Bing Jr. in his arms

Yancy

PANIC

“Y-youse is pregnant?? Oh gosh, what will I tell Mr. Murderslaughter?” 

He’s starting to hyperventilate and you hold him tight, calming him down after a few minutes

Yancy knew that he had already gotten special permission in the past to get married to you, his now wife, outside of the prison and in a Church, but this would probably not fly

Don’t get him wrong, as he tells you, he wants the kid

He really wants the kid (he had secretly wanted to be a father for a long time), but he’s worried about how the other prisoners and especially Mr. Murderslaugter would think if they found out

You assure him that everything will be alright and you both nervously go to the warden’s office and tell him the big news

There was a large moment of silence before he orders you both into separate solitary confinement cells

You both spend around 24 hours there before you’re both ordered back to the warden’s office

Mr. Muderslaughter tells you that, while he is a bit upset that you and Yancy did that, realizes that this will be a learning experience for all of them should this happen again, whether it be through you or someone else

So, soon everyone knows the big news and everyone is actually willing to help out

A surprising amount of the other prisoners are fans of babies

Unfortunately, prison food couldn’t quell all of your cravings but you put up with it

Yancy, who was happy to hear all of the encouragement from his fellow inmates, was happy to help you around as your belly grew

He was certainly fascinated when the baby started kicking

“I think they're gonna be either a fighter or a dancer. What’da think, sweetheart?”

Surprisingly enough, your child went over their due date by three days before you went into labor

It was a long and painful twelve hours before your son was born

Yancy couldn’t hold back tears as he held the little boy who slept quietly in his arms

“He’s… so handsome.”

You giggled tiredly, “Yup, just like his father.”

Yancy smiled at you before his looked at his son again

“(Y/n)? Could we maybe name him Clifton?”

“May I ask why? I’m not saying no, m’just curious.”

“It.. Clifton was my dad’s name. I think it suits the lil’ guy.”

You couldn’t help but smile and as you looked at the sleeping child, you realized that he was right

“Clifton.. Yeah I like that name too.”

Illinois

He has very conflicting thoughts on the matter

Yes, he’s happy he’s going to be a dad, but that means he would have to temporarily (if not permanently) give up treasure hunting

“Darling, will this affect how I do my work? I mean, I can’t exactly go exploring with a baby.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” 

You’re a little hurt that his mind is elsewhere in regards to your big news, but honestly you should’ve seen it coming

Illinois looks sad, “With you being pregnant, I can’t just take you with me because something could happen to you and thus the baby.”

You frown sadly but then discuss a compromise with him

He can go treasure hunting by himself until you’re either five or six months pregnant then he has to come home (to LA where the two of you bought a house for when you’re not adventuring) and stay there until I’m well enough to take care of our kid on our own

He was hesitant at first but then took the deal

So yeah, he was gone for the first six months of your pregnancy, but he did make sure to call to make sure that you were okay

You told him unfortunately that you personally might have to retire from treasure hunting to be a stay-at-home mom and while he looked kinda sad about it, agreed that it was a logical decision

On a happier note, you told him that you found out that you two were going to have a daughter

He’s honestly very excited about that (he never knew he could be so happy about something like that)

When he comes back home, he’s pleasantly surprised by the sight of his VERY pregnant wife fast asleep on the living room couch

He can’t help but smile as he goes and gently wakes you up with a soft kiss

He keeps his word and stays with you for the next three months and is there with you when you go into labor

It was a tough 16 hours before your little girl was born and Illinois found himself on the verge of tears as he held his daughter

“She’s so beautiful..”

“So, what do you think her name should be?”

Illinois thought about it for a minute before responding

“Crystal. We met because of one, and now we’re closer because of one.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he passed the little girl to you and you kissed her softly on the forehead

“I like the sound of that.”

Engineer

PANIC

His mind is racing as he stares at you in shock

“I got the Captain pregnant I got the Captain pregnant I got the Captain pregnant”

Yes, he knows the two of you are married, there’s no issue with that, but YOU’RE PREGNANT???

“C-captain.. I-I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll help me raise this kid. They’re yours too.”

“Y-yup! That works!”

It was quite the surprise when it was announced six months later for everyone to hear

You and Mark had been on the low, you personally doing a lot of work at the home you and Mark shared on the colonization planet in order to not stress yourself out

However, someone (Gunther) found out when he came over for a surprise visit to see Mark and ended up seeing you working from a laptop

Gunther was about to say high when the then noticed the casual clothes that clothed your swollen belly

Yeah, Mark told him to not say anything as you two were trying not to make a big deal over it, but he ended up telling everyone

A doctor from the Invincible II had been checking up on you for the past few months and told you both earlier on that you would be having a little boy

When you finally went into labor, a c-section had to be done because the umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby’s neck

Mark was very frightened when he found out but you reassured him that it would be okay, as the doctors knew what they were doing

When you two were presented with your new child, Mark started crying happy tears and he hugged you who held your little boy

“I can’t believe I got so lucky.. To have such a beautiful family..” He whimpered as you kissed away his tears

“Do you want to hold him?”

He did and when he held his son, Daniel Iplier, he smiled shakily and kissed the baby on the forehead

“I love you two… so much..”

[abyssal-zone-stares-back]

Liber Sociorum

Lupus Somnia (Darkiplier)

Werewolf!Darkiplier x Fem!Reader

Word count - 4472

Warnings - slight Pred/prey

Please mind the warnings, and if I missed one tell me, I’m not an asshole I’m just stupid /lh

The downpour caught you at a bad time. No umbrella, no coat, not even a collar on your shirt to flip up to protect your neck. You duck into a store overhang for some shelter but it seems like someone’s against you, because the wind shifted and now the rain is attacking you from the side. 

At this rate you might as well just go in the store. You sigh and push the door open. The first thing that greets you is the smell, and the bell that rings to signal someone entering the store but mostly the smell. It’s not bad, it just, smells like an attic. Musty and old. And it looks like an attic too. At least due to the stuff inside it. The shelves reach to the ceiling, towering over you.

Everywhere you look this place is crammed to the gills. Jars full of small things, buttons, pins, shells. McDonalds toys? Boxes of junk, things people didn’t want anymore and it ended up here. Things people probably loved at one point but had to get rid of. 

Wandering deeper, you aren’t even sure if anyone else is in this maze of a place. No one said anything when the doorbell rang. Maybe you’re alone. You pick up a random magazine, TIME blares at you from the cover. Is that JFK? How old is this? You put it back on a random shelf and turn a corner. 

As you round the corner you find an open area, a guy behind a counter looks up from a magazine before looking back down, a bored expression on his face. Ok, so you aren’t alone. You pull out your phone, checking the weather. Rain for the next 20 minutes. Great. You aren’t walking in that. Well, time to waste, well, time.

You spin in a circle. Looking for something interesting. There, those shelves have books. Maybe you'll pass the time buried in one. And if not, well maybe you’ll find some ones that you can sell on Ebay. 

Actually, maybe not. Most of these books look pretty worn and used. The first one you attempt to pick up, the cover falls off in your hands. Whoops, let's just, put it back and pretend nothing happened. That one’s pages are stuck together with wax. You don’t even attempt to pick up the one that's stained a suspicious dark reddish brown on the cover. Oh, hey, that The Fellowship of the Ring book looks rather old. 

You wonder if, oh shit. As you pull it out another book comes with it, thudding to the floor. You wince and look over where the counter is. The guy doesn’t appear to see what the noise was so you’re probably in the clear. You bend down, the book had landed open, the pages to the floor. You gingerly lift it up, flipping it over to see where it opened to. 

Huh? It’s a diagram of a, demon? At least it looks like a demon. Dude with furry legs and horns. Probably a demon. You flip to the next page and are greeted with another diagram. Of a dick. Oh joy. Just what you wanted to see. It’s got a knot? At least if you can read the handwriting next to the arrow pointing to it, that's what it says it is. 

You flip to pages further in the book. Another diagram, this time of a person with wings. Well, if the last one was a demon this one’s gotta be an angel. Is the next page gonna be… yep. You flipped to the next page, another dick drawing on the pages. 

You keep flipping through the book, becoming more intrigued as you read. There's so much stuff in here. Demons, Angels, Gods? And how to summon them? Maybe it’s like a story building book, it sure seems that way. Someone probably wrote it for fun. It’s in a journal type book, you close it and look at the cover. Fake leather bound, Obligatory red string bookmark, a clasp to hold it close. 

You open to the first page, wondering if it’s signed with who wrote it. There’s no name but there is a message. 

If you use this book, Use it only once. You Can Not have more than one. (Unless explicitly stated) [But that is rare] Rip out the pages you used, keep them, burn them, do whatever you want with them. Lose the book. It will find its way to the next user. 

Use the book? What does that mean? And there’s writing next to the note. The “Unless explicitly stated”, and then under that “But that is rare” in different handwriting. What does that all mean? More than one what? More than one book? You’re so confused. You just close the book and tuck it under your arm. You’ll buy it. Why not. 

You check your phone again for the weather. It’s drizzling now. You spy an umbrella, and with that voice in your head yelling at you that it's bad luck, you open it indoors to see if it works. It does. You could probably walk home with this. Unless it gets bad again but that would be, bad luck.

You waste a bit more time as you walk up to the counter. Picking up a few more things that intrigued you. A comic book, from a stack that seemed ready to fall off the chair it was perched on. A small jar of crystals, and a couple of pins grabbed from the bowl on the check out counter. 

The guy behind the counter sighs, looks over your stuff and rattles out the price of everything. $17.35. None of it had a price tag on it. He probably just made up a price, or he’s memorized the prices for everything. 

He’s probably making it up. But you aren’t going to complain. You just pay the price and leave. You open your new umbrella, well, new to you. Stepping out into the rain you begin your walk home.

The book has been sitting on your desk for almost a week now. You haven’t touched it since you put it there. Why not try and read it more, you have some free time. You sit at your desk and grab the book. Opening it to the beginning you’re greeted with the message again. 

You ignore it and flip to the next page. Oh? A chapter list. That’s interesting. Demons, Angels, Gods, Creatures. Hm. Gods seem interesting. You flip it to a random page and the first god you see is the God of Night. Some scribbled notes alongside a picture of what he looks like.

You read about the different Gods for a while before flipping back to the chapter list. You just close your eyes and point at a random name. 

Lupus Somnia (Darkiplier) 

That’s interesting. You flip to the page. 

Lupus Somnia (Darkiplier)

Wolf of Nightmares

Wolf of nightmares, ok. You keep reading. He is one of the more powerful demons in this book. A shapeshifter. Takes on the form of a great black wolf. Well you probably could've figured that one out. I mean his name has the word wolf in it. 

Actually, does it? You use google translate to translate the latin. Wolf dreams. Ok then, well it is google translate. It can’t be completely accurate. You go back to reading.

Can create wolf extensions of himself. Shadow wolves. They look like pieces of a void, molded into shape. To summon him, you must do it on a full moon. Blah blah blah, bones? This is getting weird. You spy a scribbled note at the bottom of the page. Can be summoned with Lupus Corruptionis (Antisepticeye). 

So Darkiplier is one of the ones you can have more than one of. Whatever that means. You’re getting tired. You open your phone, squinting at the bright light. It’s 3 in the morning? What the hell happened. 

You close the book, standing up from your desk and stretching. You should go to bed. You have things to do tomorrow. Sparing one last glance at the book, humoring the random thought of wondering if summoning them would work. Shaking the silly thought from your head you finally go to bed.

The thoughts have been rotating in your head for a few days now. Like food in a microwave. Could you summon someone? The next question you have is who would you summon, but that's easily answered, Darkiplier. He intrigued you. And with some research you find the next full moon is in a few days. So you have time to prepare. 

You collect the materials. The crystals, the herbs, the bones. Thankfully it can be any type of bone so chicken should work. You set it all up, checking it against the book as you do. And just in case you set up some protection on you as well, almost smoking yourself out of your room. You may have overdone it on the smudge sticks and incense. 

You open a window to help clear it out. It’s a strong scent, you don’t wanna pass out from it. When you can breathe again you finish setting up the summoning. Lighting the candles and reading the words from the book. As you read the last word, nothing happens. 

Well, that’s probably what was going to happen no matter what. What were you expecting to happen. The candles to go out?

The candles go out… Oh shit, shit, shit. 

You’re left in the darkened room. The only light being the full moon shining through your open window. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. You’re being watched by someone. No, something. You take a shaky breath in and slowly begin to look around your room, afraid of what you'll find. 

You freeze as you finally turn to your closet. There. In the shadows, a figure. You scramble backwards slightly as they reach out for you. Your hand hits the flashlight you left next you and you fumble to turn it on and point at the figure. 

As you do the figure reveals itself to be, a coat. A coat hanging up in your closet. A breeze flits through your window and moves the coat. Making it look like it was reaching for you. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. That’s enough of that. 

You stand, turning on your light and beginning to clean up. The candles getting blown out was probably a gust of wind. And it could also be the source of your sudden chill you got, where the hair on the back of your neck stood up. 

It's been days, and you can't seem to shake the feeling of being watched. No, not just watched. This feels different. Predatory. You feel like you're being Hunted. 

No matter where you go you can’t escape it. It seems to get stronger in your house. Which should be concerning. Maybe you did summon something? No, you couldn’t have. But, just in case. You research more, trying to find out how to banish it, get it to leave you alone. 

Many trials with different plants and crystals and burning candles later you think whatever is here is here to stay. You sit on your couch, laying your head back and staring at the ceiling. You’re tired, and falling asleep like this will definitely hurt your neck when you wake up, but you’re too exhausted to currently care. You drift off easily.

You wake, your neck not hurting like you expected it to. Sitting up you realize that you're in your bed? How the hell did you get here? Sleep walked? You rub the back of your neck and look on your bedside table for your phone. 

It's not there, which means it's probably still in the living room. You debate on going to get it or just going back to sleep, it’s probably like 1 am right? Finally you decide to go get it so you can plug it in. You swing your feet off the bed and make your way down the hallway. The kitchen light is on. 

You ignore it and go to grab your phone, you’ll turn it off when you go back to bed. You check the time on your phone. Yeah, 1:16 am. You turn to the kitchen and freeze. 

There’s someone in your kitchen. There’s someone in your kitchen.

They’re tall, taller than you. They’re not facing you, so they might not know you're there. You have your phone, you can call the police. But you can’t move. Frozen in place you can only watch as they turn, seeing you. They, no, he, smiles at you. “Hello,” There’s a distortion to his voice, barely noticeable but there. 

He moves closer to you and you start to panic. Your heart is beating so loudly he must hear it. “Oh, you poor thing, so scared of me. Scared of your mate.” He reaches out and you finally move, not flinching away, no, your body betrays you and leans into his touch.

“It’s alright, this can be fixed. You’re Mine now.” And with that your brain finally shuts down from the panic and you pass out. 

You jolt up off the couch, heart hammering, gasping for breath like you’ve just run for your life. It was a dream. It was just a dream. You calm down, fumbling the power button on your phone to check the time. 1:47 am. The kitchen light is off, no sign of anyone being in your house but you.

“You’re awake” You startle at the voice, falling off the couch. Except, you don’t hit the floor. “Careful now, I don’t want you to injure yourself.” You were caught by, something. A black mass shifts under you, cushioning your fall. It lowers you to the ground and retreats, your eyes follow it to the man who controls it, the man that was in your kitchen.

He’s sitting in your arm chair, watching you. “You have some strange courting rituals Dearheart. Lots of candles and crystals and incense. Do all humans court this way?”

“Court, courting rituals? What are you talking about?” You shakily get to your feet, not taking your eyes of the man across from you. “You summoned me, after someone is summoned from the book the next few weeks are used to court them.”

“Why would, why would I court you? Wait, summoned you?” You sit down on the couch, your legs shaking too much to hold you up properly. He leans forward, tilting his head as he considers you. “Whomever summons me is my mate for life. Did you really not know that?”

“N-no, i didn’t. I didn’t think, didn’t think anyone could be summoned. I thought it was fake.” “Fake, you thought the Liber Sociorum, the book of summoning a mate, is fake?” He sighs, “No matter, I can fix this.” He stands, flicking his hand away and sending a black blur across the floor and down the hallway. As he walks closer to you, you try to sink deeper into the couch. 

He stops, and sits next to you on the couch. Oh, he's even bigger up close. His eyes are mismatched colors, one red, the other blue. The shadow from earlier is back, it's shaped like a dog, carrying the book in its mouth. Wait, not a dog, a wolf. You remember that from the book. 

He takes the book from the wolf and it dissolves into thin air. He opens the book, easily finding the page he was looking for. “Here,” He points to a place on a page, and you lean closer to read.

This book, the Liber Sociorum, is a mating book. Used to find mates for the people in these pages. If you summon someone, they will be your mate for life. If you find this book and don’t want a mate? Lose it. The next person needs it more than you. 

You take the book from him. How could you have missed this? 

“So, now do you understand? You’re mine, and I am yours.” You nod, still reading and rereading the passage. He’s been the presence you've been feeling. You feel a hand cupping your jaw, and he turns you to look at him. Slowly, giving you time to move away if you want, he leans closer. 

Pressing your lips together, he gently kisses you. You’re frozen in place, and as he pulls away from you he must see something in your expression because he smiles. “You’re gone for me, aren’t you. Almost completely mine.” Your body moves on instinct, lifting your head and bearing the column of your throat to him. Submitting. 

A rumbly growl fills the room and it takes you a second before you realize it's coming from him. His hand is tilting your head to the side more and he’s leaning into your neck. Fangs sink into the junction of your shoulder and neck, breaking skin. Venom pumps into your bloodstream, marking you as his. 

Before you know it, it's over. The wound healed and you felt no pain. He’s pulling back, licking his lips and gently running his thumb over the mark. “There we go, mine forever.” You whine and he shushes you. “Give it a moment, you’ll feel it soon.”

You open your mouth to ask, Feel what soon, but it hits you and you know. A burning feeling starts inside you. You lean forwards in your seat, trying to ignore the pain. But it only gets worse. “It’s alright, the first heat hits the hardest. Luckily starlight, I’m here to help.” 

He moves, gently picking you up in a bridal carry. You don’t know where you're going, where he's taking you. He walks across the room, going for the hallway and hopefully your room. You sneak a glance at the hallway, it ripples, the walls distorting and shifting. It makes you nauseous to look at so you just bury your face in Dark’s shirt. 

There’s a faint sound, not one you could place. A coolness washes over you, your pain dispersing. You lift your face from Dark’s chest. Where in the nine circles of hell are you? Dark chuckles. Did you say that outloud. “You aren’t in Hell little mate. I would never take you there.” 

It’s nothing, just a black void. You glance down, and regret it. There's no floor, just an endless abyss below you. You hold tighter to Dark, afraid of falling even though it's probably not possible. 

Your surroundings warp, the previous black void shaping around you into a forest. Shades of greys and blacks are the only color, besides you and Dark. You get let down, your feet sinking slightly into the peat of the ground. His hand gently caresses your cheek and you shudder as a chill runs through you. 

“I’ve delayed your heat for the time being, it will return but I want some Fun first.” 

You step back away from him, unsure of what's happening but you can’t look away. The darkness and shadows of your surroundings seem to pull towards him. Tendrils make their way across the ground, congregating at his feet. They wind their way up his body, and wrap around him. Dark starts to change, or perhaps he was changing the whole time and you just noticed. He’s taller, his teeth sharper, nails elongating into claws. 

His shirt rips and tears, falling off of him. His pants end up the same way. A snout pushes its way out of his face and your eyes meet burnished gold ones. 

If you thought Dark was big before, he’s huge now. Towering over you as a werewolf, he tilts his head watching you. “Oh, little mate, it would do you good to Run” You stumble backwards away from him and turn slightly, still keeping him in eyesight. His tail swishes behind him as he sits back on his haunches. “I’ll even give you a head start, 30, 29, 28,”

You start to run, not looking behind you as you duck and weave around the trees in the forest. “23, 22,” You can’t outrun him. Maybe you should start to look for hiding places. But where, there's nothing but trees and an occasional fallen log. You skid to a stop, fallen log. Maybe you could, “10, 9, 8” There’s no time, you have to. 

You climb over the next log you see, hiding on the opposite side of it. You dig out dirt from under it, making a small hollow that might shield you more than just laying next to the log. “4, 3, 2” You close your eyes, trying not to make a sound as Dark goes silent. 

A howl rings throughout the forest, sharply cutting through the silence. You flinch, a quiet whimper escaping you. “Oh? Now what could that have been.” Dark doesn’t speak again, and you don’t hear any footsteps getting closer. The silence is frightening. You open your eyes, he’s not next to you like you expected. “Where ever could you be?” 

That time his voice sounds like it's just meters away, on the opposite side of the log. Dark growls, but this time you don’t make a sound. The pain from earlier returns, your heat returns. You inhale sharply at a stabbing pain. The log above you is ripped away. You don’t know what happened to it, Dark probably threw it. “Found you.”

Dark grabs the front of your shirt in his teeth, lifting you off the ground and setting you on your feet. His grip was gentle, and you appreciate that. You barely keep yourself steady on your feet as the world around you ripples again. The forest you were just hunted in changing around you, being replaced with a bedroom.

You try to look around but Dark nudges you with his snout to the bed. You obey easily, he’s your mate, he can help you. Take away the pain. You clamber into the bed and immediately whine. It’s not right. Not set up correctly. You need to fix it. Pushing and pulling blankets. Rearranging pillows and taking the ones Dark offered you. A nest, a den, a place to be bred.

You place one last pillow, deeming it finished. Dark was still on the outside of the nest and you whine, wanting him to join you. He chuckles, joining you on the bed, in the nest you made. Dark moves quickly, surprising you as you get pinned below him. 

His claws make quick work of your clothes, ripping through them easily. “Mine, my mate.” You moan at his touch, arching up into him. “Yours,” His cock head notches easily at your entrance, your heat causing you to slick up for him. 

Your slick eased his way and made it effortless to slide into you. Then he freezes, just holding still. You feel the stretch, and some part of your brain registers that it should hurt without proper prepping. But it doesn’t, you’re slicked up enough from your heat that all you feel is full. 

You shift under him, trying to get Dark to move. “Please,” You whimper. The burn is starting to return and you need him to move. “Please what?” “Please Dark, move.” He chuckles darkly above you. “Who am I to deny my mate when she begs so nicely hm?”

Dark pulls your legs up, hooking them around him. He starts out slow, the drag of his cock on your walls making you squirm. Either to get more friction or to get it to stop you aren’t sure yourself. His hands move from your hips to trail slowly over your body. His tail slowly wagging behind him as he watches you.

“Please Dark, fuck.” You moan as he pulls almost all the way out. He just hums above you. “You want me to fuck you? Oh, sweet thing, why didn’t you just say so.” He thrusts back into you, shoving you slightly up the bed with the force of it.

His thrusts get faster, and you moan loudly. “Does that feel good starshine?” You nod, not trusting your voice enough to answer him properly.  “Do you want more?” This time you speak up, “M-more?” You question him and Dark just grins at you, all sharp teeth and fangs. “More it is then.” He rumbles.

His thrusts grow rougher and harder making you gasp. The drag of his cock is delicious, stretching you wide, bumping against the spot that has you keening. He hits it perfectly and you all but scream for him. He adjusts his position, getting the perfect angle to keep you making all those pretty noises for him. 

You’re more preoccupied with, other things, so it's understandable that you didn’t notice one of his hands finding its way to play with your clit until it's too late. His fingers play with the bundle of nerves, and your hips jerk. 

The combination of internal and external stimulation is enough for sparks to fly behind your eyelids. Your mouth opens but no sound comes out. A wordless plea for more. You buck up into Dark, trying to get even closer. The heat you feel is subsiding, but you need more of him. 

Part of your brain is worried that if he stops it'll come back. You need him to keep touching you, keep fucking you. He hits that spot in you just right and, combined with his hand on your clit, it sends you over the edge and you cum around him. 

Your cunt clamps down around him and he grunts. Dark keeps thrusting through your orgasm, slowing down slightly to not overstimulate you too much. He adjusts his position above you, sitting up and watching you come down from your orgasm. “Oh fuck sweet thing, where do you want it.” He growls, his thrusts starting to stutter. “In, in please.” You manage to get out.

Dark looms over you before leaning down, his teeth quickly meeting your shoulder again as he cums. Over the mark from before. Not breaking the skin this time, just holding you in place. His thrusts slow down, pumping gently as he releases inside you. A knot blooms at the base of his dick, locking him, and his cum, inside you. His teeth remove from your neck, his tongue licking at the imprints. You whine at him and a rumbling purr starts up in Darks chest. He rolls the two of you over so you’re laying on top of him. His snout nuzzles you. “Mine,” You’re quickly falling asleep, the adrenaline from being hunted and your orgasm making you tired. His warmth beneath you sends you into your slumber. You fall asleep to his purr, with his knot locked inside you.

[melancholypancakes]

I can’t stop thinking about traumatized fem!Y/n who’s tired of all of the timelines, her previous life, not being able to save the other viewers and Mark’s bullshit mind games.

Even though it’s over for y/n doesn’t mean it’s over for the rest of the viewers in her previous position.

She doesn’t mean to be vulnerable or cry but she ends up doing just that in front of dark.

Y/n:….*hugging herself as she shakes*

*Y/n crumbles to the floor*

*Dark kneels in front of Y/n just worried*

Dark: Y/n? What’s wrong-

*Y/n whimpers as water fall tears fall from her rose cheeks*

*Y/n whales in frustration, anger and tiredness*

*Y/n leans on dark for comfort*

Y/n: I’m so tired! I just can’t take this! I can’t sleep without thinking about those horrible things and those the others in that hell hole, I can’t save them and I—I

*Dark slowly wraps his arms around Y/n small form as her cries are muffled in his shirt*

Dark: it’s okay…just let it all out…everything will be fine. We’re here for you. I’m here.

*Y/n cries until she feels a headache and rests her head on Darkiplier chest*

Darkiplier: it’s okay to rest now y/n….I’ll take care of everything and soon Mark won’t be a problem to us anymore…I’ll be here when you wake up.

Y/n: okay…..

Y/n mumbles as she grows tired from her tears and headache, soon darkness takes over til the next morning…

[leighsartworks216]

Markiplier Egos Masterlist

I have too many links on my main masterlist lol

Main Masterlist

AO3

Request Rules

Tag List Form

The Host

Please Stay - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, lots of blood, wound descriptions, implied self-h*rm, awkwardness, just sorta the beginning stages of a crush so it's really cute

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Help - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, depression, intrusive thoughts

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Friendship - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Cuddles - The Host x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, awkwardness

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“Did you sleep well?” Headcanons - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Wilford Warfstache

Blanket Thief - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

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Scary Movie Night - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: broken glass, panic attack, swearing, hurt/comfort but mostly fluff

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Wilf Welcoming You Back Home Headcanons - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of food and drink

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Yancy

Pet - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, reader is angy, bad accents

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Parole - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: cat

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My Handsome Guy - trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria (not explicit), Yancy calls you “doll” in a gender neutral way, period stuff

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Breakfast - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, slight paranoia (?), slight abandonment issues

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Star-gazing - Yancy x gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: none

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Solitary - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack, claustrophobia, swearing, hurt/comfort

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Hyperfixations - Yancy x autistic!gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: slight swearing???, fluff

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Darkiplier

Just a Little Dark Drabble - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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A Thousand Awful Days - Dark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria, swearing, fluff

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Overwhelmed - Part 2 - Dark x (implied) autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: overstimulation/sensory overload, being nonverbal, zoning out, swearing, can be read as platonic

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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Grief - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: grieving, depression, loss of a pet

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Period Pains - Dark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: talk of period stuff that may cause dysphoria

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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

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Birthday Wishes - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: mentions of purgatory, fire/matches and a knife

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Dark Drabble - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: none

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Just A Child - Dark & teenage!gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Actor is a creep (implied), hurt/comfort themes

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Panic Attack Comfort Headcanons - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack (obvi), mostly fluff

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Pretty Boy - King!Dark x masc!reader

Warnings: things get a little spicy 😳

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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

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Papers (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

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Illinois

Of Cowboys, Cave Ins, and Crushes - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: being trapped in a small area, death, minor injuries that are not explicitly described

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Partner - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Free of Charge - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: illness, swearing, hurt/comfort

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Reckless - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: death, blood, injury, swearing, ANGST

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Family Reunion - Illinois, no reader

Warnings: none

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Stay Safe - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing

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Star-gazing - Illinois x gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings: none

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Careful Not To Fall In Love - Illinois & Indiana Jones

Warnings: none

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Hyperfixations - Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings, slight swearing??, fluff

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Damien

Midnight, The Stars and You (Songfic Kinda) - Damien x fem!reader

Warnings: none

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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

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Sodomy - Damien x male!DA!reader

Warnings: internalized homophobia, religious trauma, hinted emotionally abusive parents, sodomy laws

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Papers (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

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Googleplier

Hug - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Reader Who Can’t Spell Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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First Kiss Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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ISWM

You’re Not The Captain AU

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Ficlet

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You’re Another Engineer AU

One

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Captain’s Log - Ficlet - Addition

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Dogs in Space Headcanons - ISWM Crew + Captain!reader (Slight Captaineer)

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Engineer Mark

Kiss It Better - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff

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Captain, My Captain - Engineer Mark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: period fic, cramps, swearing

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In My Solitude (Songfic) - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: loneliness, depression, possible su*c*dal thought (written in red text just in case), death, heavy angst, maybe a little fluffy at the end but like a sad fluffy

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I Missed You - Engineer Mark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: being (unintentionally) misgendered

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#1 Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

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Your Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, loss of identity, overworking

[reniplier]

Egos x an S/O with Tig Biddies: NSFW!!

Dark:

He honestly couldn't care less what size your breast are, he just loves you.

He does enjoy seeing you wear clothes that show off your cleavage tho

He'll buy you strapless dresses that show it off

He likes it when you wear a bra that's a little too small and you spill out of it.

Some asshole being a creep to you about your chest?? They are no longer on the face of this earth.

When you get intimate, expect LOTS of hickeys on them

He's just like "mine mine mine mine mine mi-"

Wilford:

He enjoys it a little too much.

Litteraly will just motorboat you if he feels like it.

It tickles cuz of his mustache

He likes cupping them ALOT

If it were up to him, he'd litteraly be your bra.

If you get self conscious about them, he'll reassure you that you're beautiful and theres nothing wrong with you.

Back pain is NO MORE with this man. He will get you the BEST bras and give you the BEST massages.

Sometimes when yall do the nasty, he'll tease you by ONLY using your breast.

Anti:

He LOVES the tiddie drop

He really just likes the way your body curves.

He just plays with them if he gets bored

If hes stressed, he'll use them as a pillow

Also gives massages but they are more aggressive than Wil's

He'll do that chopping thing but since he's an actUAL DEMON IT HURTS.

But afterwards you actually feel pretty good??

He likes seeing you lay flat on the bed so that they bounce when he's fucking you.

[mickeychii]

Truces & Teasing :: Darkiplier x Fem!Reader

Being the caretaker of a sick close friend and roommate is no easy task. Especially when one of Y/n's sick friends supposed 'brother' comes along to help, who wasn't told of Y/n's presence. 

Y/n stared back into the surprised, black orbs belonging to Mark's supposed twin. Y/n had always known it was a cover up story but she never acknowledged his lie and rolled along it. "Uh...Hell...hello." She sputtered quietly. Y/n was a bit bashful and shy with new people, but she sucked it up with a timid smile towards the male a few feet from her. They've only really met once or twice in passing. Holding a conversation was both out of question and their comfort zones. "Hello there...I believe we've never officially met." The grey-scale toned male held his hand out to her in a simple, business-like manner. Y/n nodded and gave a firm handshake out of habit, which seemed to surprise him even more. But a good handshake shows character. Y/n realized her grip and sucked in a breath through her teeth. "Ah, sorry. It's nice to meet you." Their hands quickly fled to their sides again. An awkward silence befell them. "I'm...I'm Y/n, nice. I'm Mark's roommate- well sort-of. What's your name?" Y/n spoke lightly in an attempt to release the awkward tension in the doorway of Mark's room. Her sick friend currently sleeping ever so heavily. The Mark look-alike nodded lightly. "I supposed it's nice to meet you too, Miss L/n. I am Darkiplier. But, you may call me Dark if that eases it." 'Darkiplier' spoke in a sophisticated and calm manner. "Now may I come in?" Y/n stiffened for a moment and let the silence envelop them again. How'd he know her last name? She stayed quiet, gathering her guts. "Are y-you here for Mark?" She asked a bit more confidently than before. Darkiplier nodded a bit more firmly this time. "Yes, he had called me earlier. He didn't mention anything of a...friend." Dark averted his gaze as he spoke of Y/n's position in Mark's life - as if it hurt him to face it. Y/n furrowed her brows and crossed her arms over her chest. "Best friend." She bluntly stated. "And I think I have it handled, Mr." Y/n let out the last word with a straightforward, direct force.

Dark stifled a smirk with a heavy sigh as if this saddened him greatly. Y/n couldn't help but feel a bit guilty but her common sense prevented any sort of apology. "Besides," Their eyes met. "He's asleep. And it's gonna be like that for a while." Y/n turned around and carefully closed the bedroom door. A dark presence seemed to come up behind her. Her body stiffened in a startled instinct with her hand gripping the door handle. Carefully turning her head, her eyes caught onto his. Noticing how he had tints of red in the dark brown of his eyes, giving off the black abyss feel. Y/n gulped. He hadn't moved an inch but it felt as if he was right up against her. Dark tilted his head and took a step forward. "You alright?" He asked after it felt like years of just staring. Y/n felt like a deer in the headlights but nodded nonetheless. "Yeah..just got a bit..chilled." With the clearing of her throat, she walked past him. Their arms brushing against another for a brief moment that felt like an eternity to him. Dark repressed a shiver and followed at her beckoning hand motion. "You want anything to eat..drink?" Y/n asked politely as she poured herself a glass of O.J. "Any wine?" Dark mused in a hoarse, amused hum. Y/n couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "I suppose so if there was any. If you knew Mark enough.." She giggled, a grin making its way onto her features. Dark joined in with his own chuckle. "I must've skipped that saddening fact about him." He sighed in an intentional dramatic way. Making Y/n smile a little. "Well, I guess I'll have some of what you're having." Y/n nodded and grabbed another glass, filling it with the juice before placing it before him. He nodded in thanks before taking a sip of it. "So...Are you family..? Twin?" Y/n asked and leaned against the counter with a soft grip around her cup. Dark paused for a moment, the cup freezing at his lips. He slowly placed the cup down as he swallowed the juice left in his mouth. "You could say that." Dark leaned forward some, intertwining his finger as if in an important meeting. Y/n raised a brow. "Now that's a bold-faced lie." She grinned, Dark's eyes widened some then raised his own brow with a sardonic, shit-eating grin. "And what makes you believe that? I could be his dad for all you know." Y/n scoffed at the idea with a roll of her eyes. "I know what his dad looks like you dimwit." She pointed to a picture frame on the wall of Mark posing with his mother as a child. He definitely had his mothers smile. Dark chuckled. "Then what am I, Miss. Y/n? Since you seem to know everything." He urged lightheartedly, resting his chin on the heel of his palm. Y/n thought for a moment. "I for sure know you're not his father or any sort a family. I've been...advised about you." Y/n gave her own shit-eating grin as she walked over to the sink and washed out her cup. Dark opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it as she went on. "Besides, I know you're a demon of some sort. It's not hard to tell." Dark was completely taken aback of this humans' knowledge. He sighed. "I assume Mark's the one who warned you? He gets worried too easily I must say." Dark mused and met her gaze. He gingerly stood up and walked over to her. Y/n tensed. She was fine talking earlier but that was only because a counter was between them, preventing any contact. But now nothing stood between them. "Let me do mine. I can only assume you've had enough to deal with today." Dark stood beside her, rolling his sleeves up above his elbow. 'God that's kinda hot..' Y/n gulped and looked away, not seeing the subtle smirk on his face. She hadn't noticed that he had been wearing professional attire - everything up to the hair & down to the shoes except for a suit jacket. "I-I'm fine, Mark isn't really that much of a handful. He's just kinda like a toddler if he doesn't get his sleep in." They both gave a small chuckle. He looked over to her, Y/n currently drying off the cups. Darkiplier didn't know why, but this woman was leaving a great impression on him and it had only been a few minutes since they actually met. Y/n let out a sigh through her nose, putting the cups away. A more comfortable silence settled between them. Y/n closed the cupboard with a quiet hum before turning to the man. A very broad-shouldered man. "Well, it's gonna be a couple of hours until he wakes up. Wanna watch some movies?" Y/n suggested in a casual manner. "I got some snacks for a perfect movie night." She mused, lightly scratching her cheek. "That sounds...nice. I'd love too, Miss Y/n." He replied, letting a soft smile beam through. As if he actually appreciated being included. "You don't have to call me 'Miss.' Just call me Y/n." She smiled back and walked to the living room. Sitting onto her haunches in front of the DVD shelf. She preferred DVD's over Netflix or Hulu and the such."Do you like horror?" Dark raised an eyebrow and Y/n froze. "Oh gosh, sorry, I didn't mean-! Based off you, I-I meant-" Y/n's spew of apologies and concern was cut off by a burst of real but quiet laughter as too not wake his sleeping counterpart. Y/n looked to her feet in embarrassment. A heavy blush on her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Dark, of course, noticed this and placed a hand on her head. "Oh no, I don't mean to laugh at you, Y/n, I love horror. No need to apologize." Y/n finally looked up to him. A beaming smile gracing his face. "It's alright. I get stereotyped all the time. Nothing new." Y/n slowly nodded and forced a small smile. "O..OK." She meekly answered and looked to the shelf. He reached over her shoulders and grabbed a case. "How about this one?" Y/n looked to see it was the 'The Conjuring.' She nodded with an accepting hum. "Sounds good. Want any popcorn?" Dark shook his head, standing up from his crouched position. Y/n noticing how his arm had been lamely draping over her shoulder. The warmth on her back leaving suddenly. "Lemme close the curtains. Better movie experience, don't ya' think?" A smile enveloped Y/n's features as he placed the disc into the player. Dark stared for a moment in slight wonder before shooting a smile back. Causing her to immediately look away. 'Such a shy girl.' He thought to himself with a small chuckle and stood up. Y/n finished closing the living room off from any source of light. "Oh! I'll be right back. I need to check on Mark." She jogged out into the hallway, his eyes following her with a nod. Dark feigned a smile but it became a cold, emotionless as soon as she left. 'I must've forgotten. It's always going to be about him, huh?' Dark's fists clenched as he glared into the hallway. A staggered, harsh sigh escaped him. A three-D, blue and red outline engulfed his body. Seemingly as if a 'shell' was shattering within seconds around him. God he sometimes absolutely hated Mark for that very reason. "Sorry about that. Mark wanted me to check up on him, in his words, every twenty-seven minutes." She let out a shy laugh and rubbed her nape. Dark's sudden fury vanished and replaced with a state of mind so calm it almost scared him. Almost. Dark let out a small grin and patted the spot next to him on the large couch. "Well, let's start this. It's getting late." Y/n, without any sort of hesitance, sat next to him with two blankets in hand. Both equally fluffy and smelled like lavender and vanilla. But kept at least a foot of space between them for the sake of respect of space. "Here's a blanket in case you get cold." She whispered as the movie began. Dark noticed this and let out a slight huff through his nose. 'She's a thoughtful one too..how adorable.' His thoughts soon succumbed to the horror movie. Thoroughly enjoying it. On the other hand, Y/n loved the adrenaline rush of fear she felt when she watched horror. It was one of the main reasons she loved the genre. The black blanket was tugged around her frame in an attempt of receiving warmth and warding off the slight fear she experienced. Dark would glance over to her every so often, seeing her eyes widen in wonder, admiration, and some anxiety. The movie ended with facts about the case from the movie. Y/n checked the time on her phone and cursed to herself. She was supposed to check on Mark- an hour ago. "Shit...Just a sec, Dark." Y/n basically sprinted to Mark's room, she froze as Mark wasn't there. A flood of anxiety and irritation at herself overtook her. "Of course he's gone!" She muttered and turned on the room light just to make sure. Yep, still gone. Dark heard her urgent whispers and appeared behind her. "What's wrong, Y/n?" His voice was quiet and his eyes flickered across the room. In truth, the reason Mark had wanted Y/n to check up on him is because of Dark's presence. Mark knew he'd be coming, not knowing of his intentions. "He's not here! I fuckin' flunked the one job he gave me!" She groaned and rubbed her face. Dark chuckled and lightly set his hand on her head. "Maybe he went to the restroom, Y/n. Calm down." An amused smile settled on Dark's face as Y/n couldn't help at his jesting. "Wow OK, I've never thought of THAT." She glanced up at her head and crossed her arm. "You planin' on just stayin' there?" A flicker of a smirk flashed on her lips. "Why yes, I find it rather comfortable here, madam!" Dark retorted, mimicking some high-up British masquerade. "What the hell is happening here--Dark? The heck you here for?!" Mark's groggy voice rang out from the bathroom doorway in his room. The two jumping slightly at the burst--Mainly Y/n. Dark only shuddered some. Y/n looked over to him and froze like a deer in the headlights.

 "OhmygoshMark! I'msosorryIforgottocheckuponyouearlierand-" 

Y/n began to ramble and trotted over to Mark with a sorry expression. Dark's face became cold and hardened. The feeling of peace leaving as soon as Y/n entered Mark's presence. Mark forced a laugh and waved his hands slightly, placing his right on her shoulder. "Calm down, Y/n! I'm fine, you're fine-I hope. But on that note." Mark looked over to his parallel and sent a glare towards Dark who had already been given him a death glare of sorts. Y/n had never seen Mark look so..hateful and full of animosity towards anyone. "Why is he here." It wasn't even a question, it was more of a command. "W-well, he came in earlier a-and.. yeah.." Y/n gulped. Oh, how she hated the tension. It had been a few hours since Dark came and they became quick friends. Y/n couldn't understand why Mark hated him so. "So he broke in?" Mark looked to Y/n in disbelief, as a parent looked to their child when they did something bad. "N-No! He came in with the k-keys!" Y/n quickly looked to Dark who sighed in annoyance and held up the keys. They looked relatively normal compared to his grey-scale palette of color. Mark looked back over to him and narrowed his eyes. Marching over, Mark snatched the keys from Dark's light grip. "Get out." He spat, taking Y/n back. She felt as this was her fault, inviting him in instead of kicking him out onto the street. "M-Mark, calm down..please." Y/n asked quietly, she felt like she was shaking. Her breaths were short, struggling to breathe. Feeling her panic attack worsening. Dark glared to Mark. "You're acting worse than me, Mark. Can't you see what you're doing to Y/n." Dark glared at Mark as he walked over to the trembling girl and pulled her into a genuine, careful side-hug. Y/n kept her eyes to the ground as the waterworks lined her eyelids. Mark looked to her and immediately stiffened. He remembered how she couldn't handle shouting. Mainly of how her parents would shout and talk down at her as she grew up, it was the usual of having a beating for no reason at least three times a week. Or more. It left her with a shattered mindset that slowly repaired itself. Y/n had been seeing treatment and therapy at Mark’s kind push in the right direction. Mark felt terrible, he had promised when they first meet he wouldn't be too loud around her. Mark had promptly just broken that promise. Y/n glanced over to him but her eyes dropped to the floor once again. "Y/n, I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.." Dark shot a glare over to him, his demeanor changing from calm and collected to enraged. But as soon as Y/n slowly hugged him back, the three-D blue and red glow faded. Mark noticed this and held his breath. "Y/n..." The young woman sniffed but her head felt too heavy to look over to him. Her episode luckily had ended sooner than she thought it would. Most of the time they lasted more than three minutes. Mark sighed heavily. Dark hated how pitiful he looked. Just begging to the situation to turn toward his favor. "Just don't do this again guys..OK?" She paused with a sniff and parted from the man's embrace, much to his dismay. "I know how-how much you guys um dislike each other but just don't fight in front of me...OK?" Y/n's voice was quiet but audible. Mark glanced to Dark. Subtly nodding to another as they established their truce. "I, Mark Fischbach, promise to never shout again - around you of course." Dark let out a small sigh, catching the young woman's attention. "I also promise not to yell aswell." Y/n let out a small smile much to both of the men's' relief. "I, uh, should get dinner started." She headed to the doorway and the boys looked to each other. "Truce?" Mark held his hand out to Dark who flinched slightly in surprise. He looked down to the hand with a cold, suspicious glare. Dark sighed, relieving his shoulders of the tension from the situation. "Truce. But, only for her sake. If anything happens, I won't hesitate to end you." Mark chuckled and walked to the doorway. "You like Y/n?" Dark stiffened and cleared his throat, adjusting his dress shirt. "Well, platonically speaking. She didn't run away when we first met." Mark couldn't help but smirk suggestively at Dark who was noticeably nervous. Normally he wouldn't let such emotions surface, but they did. "Alright then, whatever you say lover boy." Dark rolled his eyes and walked past him, intentionally bumping shoulders. "Don't call me that." Dark paused and a grin played onto his lips. "Remember Mark? I'm only you just much.....darker and vivid intentions. If anything, I’ll end up with her. I’m sure Amy wouldn’t mind another woman in the house." Mark laughed nervously at this. Wondering what his counterpart meant by ‘intentions.’ Although, he did have an idea. Y/n giggled quietly from the kitchen as the pizza rolls bake in the oven. "Those boys sure are loud, aren't they? Her gaze flickered to her transparent friend at the counter. "Yep, aren't very private about their 'fee--lings." Anti drew out the words before looking to the woman with a grin. This was going to be a long night of teasing. ————- 18,068 Characters

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masterlist (01/01)

series

LOVER

↳ a masterlist of all my soulmate aus based on the album Lover by Taylor Swift

i'm a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm

↳ aemond targaryen x dragon rider!reader mini-series

they took the crown but it's alright

↳ dream of the endless x gn!reader fics and drabbles

one tragic end to a million stories

↳ darkiplier x captain!reader + wilford x da!reader

fic masterlist can be found here

characters include:

↳ chase brody

↳ thomas thorne x3

↳ paul atreides

↳ ariel conroy

↳ the hitachiin twins x2

drabbles

musical!beetlejuice

↳ 5 love languages

↳ sfw alphabet

eddie munson

↳ all at once, this is enough

↳ when you sleep are you ever dreaming of me?

steve harrington

↳ can we always be this close?

↳ prompt: just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new

aemond targaryen

↳ it must be exhausting (always rooting for the anti-hero) (fem!reader)

↳ don't want no other shade of blue but you (fem!reader)

jasper hale

↳ just wanna stay in that lavender haze

↳ we found wonderland

↳ i know that it's delicate

↳ blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

thomas thorne

↳ no grave can hold my body down

wilford warfstache

↳ prompt: you okay? caught you staring off into space again

robert renfield

↳ prompt: i’m trying to fix your hair so hold still

headcanons

dream of the endless

↳ dream having to apologise to his wife (fem!reader)

↳ dealing with dream when he’s been stabbed (fem!reader)

miscellaneous

↳ being friends with dylan at hachett's quarry

↳ dating draco whilst studying at hogwarts

↳ meeting loki on sakaar

↳ living in dracula's castle

↳ being michael langdon's partner before the apocalypse

↳ living in the house share with nandor, laszlo, nadja, colin, and guillermo

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Reader Insert Master List

Fic Recs | Ao3 | Quotev 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

📚Series:

Vivo o Muerto - Poe Dameron X Fem!Reader X Din Djarin

Chapter 1: The Sheriff

Prisoner of Time - Darkiplier X Fem!Reader

Chapter 1: Tale As Old As Time

Chapter 2: Checkmate

📖One Shots:

❤️Marvel❤️

Doctor Strange

Goodnight and Good Morning

Private Lesson

Stephen, Peter, and Morgan

The War of The Infinity Stones

Whatever It Takes

Green and Gold

Christmas at Stark Cottage

The Sorcerer and The Agent

Attack in The Library

Sprinkle of Love

A Stark Contrast

The Agent and Her Sorcerer

A Shaking Struggle

There For You

That’s My Shirt (18+)

Freezing Hands

Need a Doctor

Gentle Hands (SMUT 18+)

Kate Bishop

Warm The Lonely Night

Bucky Barnes

Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

💛Star Wars💛

Poe Dameron

Love Notes

Blankets

Din Djarin

Smile

Chills

Captain Rex

Over Now

Everything

Tolerance

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Stuck with You

Boba Fett

The Cantina Meeting

Crosshair

Bad Decisions (18+ SMUT)

Hunter

A Beautiful Sight

Fives

Cold Outside

💙Doctor Who💙

The Eleventh Doctor

Three Words

Home For Christmas

🤍Harry Potter🤍

(trans people are valid!)

Draco Malfoy

Transfiguration 

With The Malfoys

A Hogwarts Holiday

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About me:

Hi, I’m Quartz! I have been writing for years and am currently studying creative writing in university. So I have my writing experience lol. My love for writing started with fanfics and it has evolved to me pursuing it as a career. I started on my Quotev page, where one series I wrote grew into a huge fanbase. The comments and encouragement I get on my stories keep me going. One little comment, and knowing that I made someone smile, can instantly make my day better.

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Writing Requests (OPEN)

Send me an ask with a request and if I have the time I’ll try and write it! Please be as detailed as you can so I know what to write!

You can request full fics, short one-shots, or headcannons.

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Rules:

- (x readers) or (character x character) no ocs please

- I’m sorry but I won’t write (x fem!readers) she/her pronouns make me uncomfy

- no nsfw (I’ll do suggestive but nothing full lemon)

- no x irl people (I write egos and mcyt as just characters)

- no self harm / toxic / p*do / extremely triggering content

- no pregnancy (normal or mpreg)

- no Giant/Tiny

- no Fetishes/Kinks

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Fandoms I write for: (will change often)

- Markiplier (Egos + WKM, Date, Heist, & Space 1/2)

- Hermitcraft / Life Series / Empires

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Characters: (they don’t HAVE to be on the list but-)

Markiplier Egos:

- Damien

- Actor!Mark

- Heist!Mark

- Engineer!Mark

- Date!Mark

- Noir!Mark

- Yancy

- Illinois

- Wilford ‘Motherlovin’ Warfstache

- Darkiplier

- Gunther

- Celci

- Abe

Hermitcraft / Life Series / Empires

-  Jimmy Solidarity

-  Mumbo Jumbo

- Grian

- Tango

- Joel / Smallishbeans 

- Bdubs

- Skizzleman 

- Etho

- Impulse

- Xisuma

- Wels

- Rendog

- In general there are too many to name honestly, I’ve got character profiles for a good lot of them so don’t be afraid to just ask!

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“I wonder what happened to the DA?”

Just imagine Darkiplier singing this to Reincarnated! Y/n

My personal head canon for my Y/n is she’s “the angel” while Darkiplier “the demon” :)

Also, I’ll explain why my Y/n looks like she has powers in another post 👀👀

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Period Pains

Darkiplier x AFAB!reader

My period just started today and it’s killing me and instead of thinking about how I want to rip my uterus out, I’m writing this drabble

Warnings: talk of period stuff, if this subject will give you dysphoria please don’t read, just some fluff

Word Count: 843

Masterlist

When the sun rose and the birds began chirping, Dark awoke expecting to find you curled into his chest. Often he’d wake up closer to you than he ever believed possible, the blankets a tangled heap tying you together. But today, his arms were empty and the side of the bed opposite his was empty.

He searched the room first, but wherever he looked there was no sign of you.

His body cracked and creaked as he finally dragged himself out of bed. He no longer groaned and winced at the pain that rippled through his once-dead shell, though some days were worse than others. Today, he was grateful it was only a dull pain. It would have been completely unnoticeable had you been there.

The only sound throughout the small house he resided in with you was his footsteps as he padded down halls, peeking into doors. Your vacancy was beginning to worry him. He could feel afterimages of himself re-checking rooms, looking around frantically, grabbing at the walls to propel themselves forward. They were startled away when a beep sounded out from the kitchen.

Dark, in all honesty, didn’t remember walking the rest of the way there. If he teleported, he didn’t think too much on it, because he was too focused watching you pull out a tray from the oven.

“Dearest,” his sudden presence made you jump and almost drop the tray, but he had the good sense to wait until you were holding it over the stove to speak, “what are you doing baking at this hour?”

You awkwardly turned off the oven as it began to beep again, and pointed to the clock on the wall. “It’s only 7:23.”

Even though his eyes were completely dark, you could tell he rolled them. “You know what I mean.” He gestured around the kitchen to the mess you’d left out, not judgmentally, but certainly accusatorially. “Why did you get up so early to make brownies? I would have been happy to help you when we woke up, together.”

“Uhm, well, you see,” you fidgeted with your hands, talking almost a mile a minute, “I woke up at like 3 and I was really craving chocolate so I got up and I had a little bit of candy, but then I remembered we had brownie mix in the pantry so I just sorta impulsively decided to make them.”

Dark’s brow furrowed. “You don’t usually have cravings that strong, dear.”

You fidgeted even more, but now you wouldn’t meet his gaze. You played it off as though you were simply grabbing a knife to cut the brownies.

“My love, tell me what’s wrong,” he cooed. When you turned back toward the brownies, Dark was standing in front of them, worry pulling his face down and colors flickering to each side of him. “Please talk to me.”

“I want to it’s just...” You felt warmth rise to your cheeks as you looked away from him once again. “It’s really embarrassing to talk about.”

“My dear,” he began, firmer this time. One hand wrapped around your waist as the other cupped your cheek to get you to look at him. “I love you. No matter how embarrassing something may feel, it will not stop me loving you. Now, tell me what is wrong so that I may help you as efficiently as I can.”

You took in a deep breath and fiddled with the front of his pajama shirt. He waited patiently for you to find your voice. When you did, it wasn’t at all what he had been expecting.

“I got my period last night,” you murmured. “Now I just have really bad cravings and cramps and I wanna cry but I don’t have any reason to and-”

He shushed you softly. “It’s alright, love. One thing at a time, yes?” Once you nodded, he kissed your forehead. “We’ll have brownies for breakfast, and I can supply you with any other foods you may be craving throughout the week. If you wish to let out your over-active emotions, I suggest we watch a film. Finally, you should take medication for your cramps, and I would be more than happy to cuddle with you if that would also help. How does all that sound?”

Something wet touched his thumb and he looked down at you, worried he had messed up somehow, because, sure enough, you were crying. He removed his hand from your waist to cup your cheek, using his thumbs to brush away the tears that fell from your eyes and slipped down your cheeks.

“Oh, my dear, I’m so sorry, I-”

You shook your head, sniffling. The hand that wasn’t holding a butterknife held the back of one of his hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m okay,” you assured him. “I’m okay. It’s just- No one’s ever offered to do so much for me when I’m like this.”

“Dearest, you deserve the world.” He pressed several kisses to your forehead and your wet cheeks. “Especially, when you are like this.”

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SadGhostofGarbage Masterlist

My writing is intended for an 18+ audience. MDNI! If you want added to my taglist just shoot me an ask!

Youtube Alter Egos

A little Wicked- Antisepticeye x reader

Broken Love- Darkiplier x reader / slight Dr. Iplier x reader // angst

Clark Kent

Dark Paradise- Clark Kent x reader // angst

The Lost Boys 1987

The List- David x reader // angst, Dark! fic

Biting Dwayne- Dwayne x GN reader // fluff

Biting Paul- Paul x GN Reader // fluff Pt. 2- Paul x GN reader, Paul x David // fluff, hurt/comfort

Papier-mâché Mischief-  Marko x fem reader // fluff, hurt/comfort, crack! fic

Toxic Paul blurb- Paul x GN reader // angst, Dark! fic

Dwayne drabble- Dwayne x GN reader // fluff

Ivy Masterlist-  David x GN reader, Michael x GN reader Multi part fic // angst, Dark! fic

Lost boys drabble // fluff

The Stranger- The Lost Boys meeting and joining David // angst, hurt/comfort David and Laddie Drabble // fluff, lil bit sad

David blurb- Worthy - David x G/N reader // fluff

Buying the Lost Boys flowers- The Lost boys x G/N reader// fluff

Nicknames with the Lost Boys- Lost Boys x reader// fluff hint of nsfw

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I’ve Created a Monster

Pairing: Darkiplier x Clairvoyant!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2,480

Summary: After a bad date, you made a rather interesting friend. But better yet, you discovered something just as interesting about yourself. This something leads to a very exhilarating part of your life, but you learn the hard way that it’s not quite as glamorous an adventure as it may seem. The last person you’d expect is the one to bring you back to reality.

Anonymous Request: If I may request! :) Can I have a darkiplier x fem!reader fic with the prompts 37, 44, 45? After the events of wkm? Just some hurt and comfort to give me dem feelz 😀👍 Maybe Dark is the one saying it please? Much thanks!

Authors Note: Probably not what you were going for with the prompts but I hope you still enjoy it!

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[Image Description: A Gif of Darkiplier from the “horror” branch of “A Date with Markiplier,” speaking to the viewer at a table, while another image of him leans away and yells. End Description]

Junk mail, bill, wrong address, junk mail...

The usual. You weren’t sure what ‘cool thing’ you were expecting to get in the mail in 2020 but the disappointment was there anyway. Just as you shut your mailbox you heard somebody coming down the stairs and cringed, bracing yourself as you hoped it wasn’t who you thought it was. But of course it was.

Your upstairs neighbor, AKA the worst date ever. “Ah, hey Y/n.”

“Hi Mark...” You gave him a sad attempt at a wave, and he gave you a nod, walking over to his own mailbox.

‘How’s it going?”

“Great, yeah...you?”

“Good.”

And with that the room dissolved into awkward silence, and you took your leave back up the stairs. Funny enough these moments used to be filled with dumb jokes and flirting, that was until he finally asked you out. You had been overjoyed, happy that someone had taken an interest in you and glad that something was breaking your dull everyday routine. Little did you know the highlight of the date would be the end. He had taken you to an expensive restaurant only to reveal that he had ‘forgotten’ his wallet (which ended up falling out of his pocket in front of you in the theater.) Then he had been upset with you for accidentally falling asleep to what must’ve the most boring Rom-com you had ever been subjected to. You both seemed to be in silent agreement that this should never, ever happen again.

But unbeknownst to you and Mark, somebody else had been lingering around. That was the first time that specific somebody had decided to visit you, making a sucky date the least of your concerns. You spent the rest of your night watching compilations on YouTube and eating chocolate Ice Cream. You kept going from sad to angry over your horrible day in your head.

Were you only worth asking out for a free meal? A meal that for you took about half your grocery budget. You should’ve given that ass a piece of your mind.

You sniffed, wiping your eyes and scarfing down even more ice cream. “Damn it.”

“Aw, don’t cry, darling. It wasn’t that bad.”

You screamed and nearly jumped out of your skin, scrambling away from the man now next to you on the couch. The moment your feet hit the ground you grabbed your phone and locked yourself in your bedroom. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Let’s say I'm a... friend of a friend. I thought I’d check up on you after that train wreck.” He spoke through the door. You heard a laugh layer over his voice, and wondered if somebody else was there.

“I’m calling the police!” You shouted back.

Then you heard the same voice just in front of you, clearly amused with the situation. “You’re welcome to do so, though I’m not sure they’d believe you.” It was the same man from the couch, smiling at you. You noticed how he seemed to be glitching, and how as his head tilted to the side his figure had duplicated in blue for a split second. “As I’m sure you can tell by now, I’m not exactly human.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I’d like to get to know you, Y/n. Is that so much to ask?”

The first few nights that you had stayed up a little too late and wound up speaking that deranged spirit again, you had been terrified. But soon enough you learned to enjoy his company. Sure, he could be a little unsettling at times, particularly when he was irritated and got...cold. Not just figuratively, which he was, but literally. The temperature in your apartment would drop a significant amount and you would change subjects shivering. But all in all, from what you could see behind that wall he had up, he was simply lost at worst, not exactly evil. And it was nice to not have to be so lonely all the time.

But during one of these visits, early on, you had decided to ask why.

“Why me, of all people?”

The man you had come to know simply as ‘Dark’  leaned in, lighting up as though he had been waiting on you to ask that this entire time. “Oh, Y/n. Don’t you know?”

“Why would I ask if I already knew?”

He let out an impatient sigh. ‘That’s...I was being...” He glanced up at you just in time to catch the smile playing at your lips after successfully ruining his aesthetic. “You know what? You can stay in the dark.”

“No no no, I’ll shut up, just tell me.” You turned to face him on the couch, tucking your legs under yourself.

He left you in suspense for a few moments, before dropping his voice down low when he spoke so you would have to lean closer in just to hear him. “Let’s just say you are...spiritually attuned to my world.”

“Spiritually attuned?”

“Yes, you are psychic, a medium, clairvoyant. Whatever you want to call it.” He explained. “You are a magnet to things outside the realm of the natural. A strange pair, aren’t we?”

And that was all it took, so many unexplained events from your past were now explained, and a world of possibilities was opened to you. You must’ve spent weeks researching how to harness your abilities, starting the second he left. Sure, most sites and blogs were absolutely full of it but you got the gist. With that and some common sense, how much could go wrong?

You started to take silly jobs on the internet, from old women who thought something was off with their mirrors to amateur ghost hunters who wanted a ‘consultant.’ It took you a while to gain some confidence that you weren’t just pulling this stuff out of thin air, that you hadn’t lost your mind. But after a few months, once you hit that learning curve, man it was fun.

Your latest job was a little more hardcore, a young family wanting help to push a poltergeist out of their new home. Their stories had chilled you to the bone, but you were happy to help. Your evaluation at the house went fine, nothing too far past what you were used to. Except, the entire time you were there you felt as though you had weight sitting on your chest. You could barely listen to the poor couple tell you what they experienced due to a faint scratching feeling at the back of your mind. You weren’t an expert yet but you could tell that whatever this thing was, it did not welcome you there. Worse yet, the feeling of being drained that the couple mentioned was certainly affecting you as well. Perhaps worse.

But all that accomplished was making you even more determined to rid the house of it. You took notes for your research later, tried to communicate in the most active part of the house (with no results,) and gave the couple the best advice you could at the moment.

“Until this thing is gone, it’s best you stay somewhere else.”

A few nights later, you had just finished packing your bag and begun heading for the door when you heard Dark just behind you. “Good evening, Y/n.” His voice was layered, followed by a subtle echo bouncing off the walls of your small apartment. When you turned to face him you saw he was already frowning, having realized you were on your way out. “Where are you off to so late?“

“I’m going to hang out with some friends. So I’m sorry, you’ll have to find some other way to entertain yourself tonight, instead of ya know, slowly but surely turning me into a nocturnal hermit.“ You joked, adjusting the tote bag on your shoulder.

He chuckled, bringing his hands behind his back. “I hate to break this to you my dear, but you were there well before we met.”

“Ha ha.” You turned to leave but were stopped short when you saw that he had apparated directly in front of you.

“What’s in the bag?” He asked, starting to reach for it curiously before you stepped back.

“Nothing.” You said, a little too quickly. “Just some party supplies, alright?”

He raised his brow, no longer amused. “...Convincing. Is it really so difficult to be honest with me?”

“Oh don’t even try and pull that card, you won’t even tell me why you’re haunting that jerk upstairs.”

His jaw clenched, and he looked away from you. “That’s different. Bringing such things to light would only do more harm than good.”

“Well, I may be wrong but...my thing is kinda the same. And I like what we’ve got going on so just let it go. Please?”

Dark stayed quiet, peeved off and clearly even more curious than he was before. Finally, he side-stepped out of your way, “Just be careful.”

When you got to the house, you were careful. Keeping lights on and keeping quiet while you did everything your research said you were supposed to. As you did, the spirit was also quiet, too quiet. And on your way home, you kept waiting for that heavy feeling on your chest to fade away.

Your apartment was freezing when you stepped out of the bathroom after your shower. Cold air brushed over your shoulders as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Dark?” You called out, looking around for him. This wasn’t like him. He usually made you aware of his presence as soon as he showed up. You walked into your bedroom and when you locked eyes with another in the mirror, you froze.

This wasn’t like Dark, because it wasn’t him.

Instead, the person standing behind you was a very decrepit and very angry old woman, seemingly fading in and out of reality as she glared at you. “Y̸o̵u̶ ̴s̴h̷o̵u̶l̶d̸ ̸h̵a̵v̷e̷ ̵l̸e̴f̷t̶ ̷w̶e̶l̵l̶ ̸e̴n̵o̷u̶g̷h̶ ̶a̸l̶o̴n̸e̷.̴“

The mirror shattered and you whipped around to face her, but she wasn’t there. The air whirling around the place started to pick up, and picture frames flew off the wall at you, then other objects that had decorated your room. You tried to flee but your front door wouldn’t budge. You started to bang on it, crying in fear and praying that anyone would hear you. Next thing you knew though, you were flung towards the wall.

Finally, everything settled. The weight was off your chest, but there was plenty of pain there in it’s place. You slowly pulled yourself into a sitting position, then wiped the tears off your face with one hand and held the other over your ribs. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, waiting for something to happen and your heartbeat overpowered the ringing silence in your ears. You wanted to get your phone, to call for help but you were terrified of gaining attention again. You didn’t even really stop shaking until you heard a familiar voice.

“...Y/n?” Dark didn’t see you when he first showed up, just the disaster area that was your living room. Once had seen you, he was beside you in a blink of an eye. You didn’t even think about it before you wrapped your arms around him. He only gave you a moment of comfort before he pulled back, looking over you in concern. “What happened? Who hurt you?”

You couldn’t really get much out between pained wincing as he scooped you into his arms. “It was a -Ow- s-spirit.”

He laid you down on the couch as gently as he could, and you could see his face change from confusion to recognition to irritation. “Why, pray tell, would a spirit be here?”

“I may have taken a job to get rid of it...” You muttered under your breath.

“Unbelievable.” He shook his head, about to say something else before he stopped himself. Instead he moved his focus to your hand, moving it to reveal the dark bruise over your ribs.

“See, I knew you weren’t gonna like it.”

“You going off and messing with things you haven’t even begun to understand? Of course I don’t like it.” His figure glitched and layered itself in different colors before he got up and went to the kitchen.

You scoffed at his remark, trying to sit up. “Hey I understand more than you think, I’ve been doing this crap for months!”

He came back around the corner with an ice pack from your freezer in his hand. “Months?” He apparated in front of you, gently placing the pack down on the bruise, allowing you to squeeze his free hand until the shock wave from the pressure passed over you.

“I started looking into all this after you told me the truth.” You confessed. “I mean with the internet it wasn’t difficult, and I do my due diligence alright? I don’t know what went wrong.”

The aura behind him flashed pure red for just a moment, he approached his next words much softer than usual. “You can’t navigate things like this using the internet, Y/n.”

“Well I didn’t think you’d want to help me help everyone else get rid of their ghosts.”

He scoffed at you, beginning to raise his voice as the aura swapped back to blue. “You were right! I don’t understand why you would want anything to do with this, anyway. Why would you do this to yourself??” 

“I thought...I thought it’d be fun-”

“This isn’t a game!”

“You know I really don’t get you, why-”

“Of course you don’t! Do you even know what I am?”

“Well, no...”

“Neither do I.” He growled. His words truly sunk in once you saw the pain behind his eyes. He collected himself, taking a deep breath before continuing, “What I do know, is that I was human once. And people screwing with things that they shouldn’t have for selfish reasons is what turned me into this. Over the years I’ve had to see other terrible things happen to well meaning people. I’ll be damned if you throw yourself into the fire for fun.”

You nodded softly, breaking the intense gaze between you to look as your hands. “...Okay.” You opened your mouth to speak again after that, but decided against it.

“What is it?” Dark asked, trying and failing to hide the impatience in his voice.

“I just didn’t think...well I really didn’t think you’d care. Well, about this part I guess-”  You sighed, cutting yourself off this time, rather than rambling.

He was quiet for a moment, placing his hand under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. “I care...more than you know.” It was the silence after that, that spoke volumes, and even more so the way he moved forward to press his lips to yours. “Now, if you’ll excuse me I have a poltergeist to take care of.”

[ijwrff]

Updated Masterlist

 I decided to update my masterlist to make things easier for everyone now that you can pin posts! 

There will be SFW, NSFW, and Platonic on this blog. Make sure to specify which in your ask. 

KNINKTOBER MASTERLIST (Which I will be keeping updated regularly)

COMMISSIONS/// (UPDATED COMMISSION INFO)

Ko-Fi If You’re So Inclined ^^

PRISONER MASTERLIST

Iplier Egos:

Darkiplier

Caroling-Dark x Reader (Fluff)

Yandere! Darkiplier (TW; Manipulation)

Dark x Dusk x Phantom

Wilford Warfstache

Yandere! Wilford (Tw; Yandere, implied stalking, mental manipulation)

Erik Derekson

Presents-Erik x Reader (Fluff)

Yanderiplier

Gift-Yanderiplier x Reader (TW; yandere tendencies/Fluff) 

Asking His Partner What They Like in Bed (NSFW-ish)

Googleplier/Google IRL

Grinch-Google x Reader (Fluff)

Soulmate AU (Fluff)

Admin Privileges-Yandere! Google x Reader (tw; vague violence)

Bingiplier/Bing IRL

3D Boob Mouse Pad (Headcanons)

Dr. Iplier

Tinsel-Dr. Iplier x Reader (Fluff)

The Author

Hot Chocolate-The Author x Reader (Fluff)

The Host

Home for the Holidays-The Host x Reader (Fluff)

Wolfiplier

Captain Magnum

Star-Magnum x Daughter/Child Reader (Fluff)

Run, run, as fast as you can-Yandere! Captain Magnum x Reader

Yancy

Home for the Holidays (Fluff)

Mine-Yandere! Yancy x Reader (Nsfw-ish)

Thought Yous Could Get Away?-Yandere! Yancy x Reader

3D Boob Mouse Pad (Headcanons)

The Accident-Yandere! Yancy x Reader (Loss of a friend mentioned, so tw; death/loss and grief)

Engineer Mark (ISWM)

Problem-Yandere! Engineer Mark x Captain! Reader

Part two of ^^^

Heist! Mark

Successful Heist-Yandere! Heist! Mark x Reader

Damien the Mayor

Mayor Damien?-Yandere! Damien x Reader

Actor Mark

It’s All An Act, Sweetheart-Yandere! Actor Mark x Reader

Septic Egos:

Antisepticeye

Lights-Anti x Reader

Yandere! Antisepticeye

Yandere! Anti x shy reader

Just Teasing-Anti x Reader

Master?-Anti x Fem! Reader (NSFW)

Another Zombie?-Yandere! Septiceyes x Abused! Zombie! Reader

You’re Mine Now-Yandere! Dragon! Anti x Reader

Why Choose?-Anti x Reader x Robbie

You’re Mine, Now-Yandere! Anti x Reader

It Doesn’t Matter...-Yandere! Anti x Weak! Male! Reader

Jameson Jackson/JJ

Sight-Jameson x Reader

Nutcracker-Jameson x Reader

I Don’t Dance-Jameson x Reader

3D Boob Mouse Pad (Headcanons)

Another Zombie?-Yandere! Septiceyes x Abused! Zombie! Reader

Marvin the Magnificent

Secret Santa-Marvin x Reader

Any Volunteers?-Yandere! Marvin x Reader

Part 2 to ^^^

3D Boob Mouse Pad (Headcanons)

Another Zombie?-Yandere! Septiceyes x Abused! Zombie! Reader

Henrik Von Schneeplestein

Another Zombie?-Yandere! Septiceyes x Abused! Zombie! Reader

My Lovely Nurse-Yandere! Schneep x Reader

Chase Brody

Snow-Chase x Reader (Fluff)

Chase-Petplay (NSFW-ish)

Valentine’s Day...Almost-Mare x reader x Chase (Fluff)

Yandere! Chase Brody x Reader

Jackieboyman

Christmas Movies-Jackie x Reader (Fluff)

Obsession-Yandere! Hero! JBM x Villain! Reader

Obsession-Part 2 to ^^^

Part 3 to ^^^

Another Zombie?-Yandere! Septiceyes x Abused! Zombie! Reader

Angus the Survival Hunter

Robbie

Angel-Robbie x Reader (Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

I...But I Was Supposed to be a Survivor-Yandere! Robbie x gn Reader

Another Zombie?-Yandere! Septiceyes x Abused! Zombie! Reader

Why Choose?-Anti x Reader x Robbie

Battle Egos:

Echo

Baking-Echo x Reader

Bones

Decorating the Tree-Bones x Reader

Natemare

Finals-Natemare x Reader (Fluff)

Yandere! Natemare (Implied NSFW but no details)

Valentine’s Day...Almost-Mare x Reader x Chase (Fluff)

Too Cute-Mare x Reader (fluff)

3D Boob Mouse Pad (Headcanons)

Stay...-Mare x Fem! Reader (Angst turned Fluff)

Phantom

Mistletoe-Phantom x Reader (Fluff0

Yandere! Phantom (Tw; kidnapping/stalking)

Fluff Alphabet (CJKO)

Dark x Dusk x Phantom

Phantom x Reader-By Your Side (Fluff)

3D Boob Mouse Pad (Headcanons)

Dark and Dicey:

Anya

Tree-Anya x Reader (Fluff)

Pluck

Anxious! Pluck x reader

[silverr-flowerrs-writes]

Soft.

||Darkiplier X Fem!Reader||

warnings: depression, crying, just a bit angsty in general with some fluff on the end

a/n: Yay for more vent writinggg. I added a bit of a personal twist to this. Dark can create small realms however he wants them to be, and can “take” people to them? Like their physical body is still in the present world, but their mind is in the artificial realm with Dark, its hard to explain. Oh, and Dark is actually really sweet-

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You practically stumbled through the door to your apartment, instantly releasing a heavy sigh as the lock clicked shut behind you. Making your way to the kitchen, you stopped at the island and bent forward to meet the cold granite, holding your head in your hands. The feeling in your soul could only be explained as a ball and chain made of pure misery. The air around you went cold, and you could feel the familiar static-y feeling of Dark’s worried presence. He place a hand on your back, leaning forward to get a better look at you.

“Why so doleful, love?” His deep voice echoed through your endlessly vacant mind. You just shrugged, to unmotivated to explain what was wrong. How even could you explain? You were fine the whole day, and then it just suddenly hit. You couldn’t figure out what happened, or what went wrong. One moment you were perfectly okay, and the next moment you just wanted to cry. Tears began to well in your eyes and you sank further down until your cheek was pressed onto the counter and your arms fully covered your head.

Dark cooed soothing words of comfort into your ear as he wrapped himself around you, gently lifting you bridal-style and carrying you to the couch. You wept quietly while you clung to him, hands gripping tightly at his suit. He rocked you back and forth, petting the back of your head. Suddenly you felt like you were getting lighter, almost as if you were flying. You tried to look up at Dark, but moving at all was incredibly difficult and you briefly caught a glimpse at his face before the world went dark. Literally.

 Things began to fade back rather quickly, but you realized you weren’t on the couch with Dark anymore. You were now laying on your back in a meadow of wildflowers. There was a slight, temperate breeze blowing throw the tall blades of grass. The sky was bright blue with not a single cloud in sight. The sun was in early noon directly above you. You sat up and surveyed your surroundings, taking in the beauty of your new world. Looking down at yourself, you saw that you were wearing a white, cottagecore-esque dress and lace stockings.

 A smile graced your face as you slowly stood from your spot. The flowers and sparse trees seemed to go on for hundreds of miles. A tap on your shoulder pulled you from your gaze, and you turn around to meet Dark. He was smiling, too. There was no void behind him, no cold static in the air. He just looked like a normal person in a gray suit, not a demon. He reached his hand up and cupped your cheek, to which you happily leaned into. He pulled you close and gently kissed you on the lips.

“You’re so soft..” You murmured, referring to his careful and sweet behavior. He chuckled and shook his head, pulling you into his chest and holding you tight.

“I am what I need to be to keep my darling happy.” He replied quietly. You pulled him to the ground and into the grass, pushing him onto his back and nestling yourself into his side. And you both laid there, silent and content with not a fear in the world.