#heist! mark x reader

[ijwrff]

Can I get a yandere heist markiplier basically Y/N is a guard at the museum to protect the box but in reality mark wants to kidnap you

It's a heist with markiplier request

Can this be a oneshot

And a oneshot you shall receive *^*

Tw; Mentions of murder, but no elaborate details. 

Word Count: 1,012

Day after day…after day, he watched you. 

At first, he was intent on observing the patterns of the security guards and determining who he could best avoid and work around in order to get the ever so precious box he had his eye on. 

But then he saw you. 

You weren’t particularly built, and seemed…reasonable enough. He could probably get away with saying he was lost if he wasn’t wearing his heist gear, but he had to wear it. It was just one part of the fun. 

Today was the day he would make his move. 

The box was long forgotten, and he spent the remainder of his time simply observing you. You were perfect for him. Sure, he was good looking, he could probably pick up anyone he wanted, but he didn’t want any of them…he wanted you. 

You had just started your shift, when you felt eyes watching you. Shrugging it off, you figured it was the security guard. But…huh…that was weird. 

None of the cameras appeared to be working. When they would normally rotate to view the whole room, they were hanging limp on the ceiling. Now that was strange. 

If it wasn’t on the cameras…why did you feel as if you were being watched?

Paranoid, but also not wanting to lose your job, you patrolled the area. Only the floor you were on, the room with the mysterious box no one wanted to talk about. You had asked what it was, only to be ignored and borderline threatened to drop the topic. 

With your baton in hand, you walked the perimeter. However…when you returned to your original position, the door was slowly closing. 

Someone was here with you. 

Now fully on your guard, you ran to the safe and reassure yourself that no one had entered the safe yet. It appeared to still be locked and closed tight, but you knew someone was going to try and get it. 

Clutching your key, you began to survey the area once more, before taking up your position by the safe door. If someone was going to try and steal this weird box, you were going to stop them. Your job was on the line here. It wasn’t your favorite job in the world, but it was generally pretty easy. 

At least until today. 

The lights went out, meaning the power was turned off either by someone in the control room, or from the circuit breaker in the basement. Both thoughts were terrifying. If you weren’t sure if someone was in here with you before, you were positive that was the case now. 

Of course, it was the one day your coworker called in that someone broke into your building. He was much better with stressful situations than you are, his help would have been all you needed at this very moment. 

You felt your way along the wall, positioning yourself between the door that leads outside to the door of the safe. Hopefully someone else working in the security room would see the problem and apprehend this guy, or at the very least turn the power back on. 

The box had to be your top priority. 

You heard something upstairs, something like a large object falling to the ground. Hopefully…that doesn’t mean what you think it means. 

Another minute passes, and the emergency power turns on, bathing the room in a deep red color. It was ominous to say the least, why couldn’t it be a normal color? Even just dim lighting would have been better…

It only helped to fuel your anxieties about this situation. You didn’t even have a gun, how were you supposed to apprehend someone with just a baton? And what was in the stupid box that’s important enough to break into somewhere for?

The safe room was close to the metal staircase, and you heard one step…then another…then another. It was moving slowly, deliberately. It creeped you out more and more. It was someone walking, no doubt about it, but why were they moving so slow?

Trying to sound more confident than you were, you called out, “Hey! Whoever you are, you need to leave! Now!” And you walked closer to the door to the stairwell, baton gripped tightly in your hand. 

It opened as the person reached the bottom, and you swung without hesitation. 

The body of one of your coworkers fell in front of you, knocking you to the ground. You could see, even in the red lighting, blood seeping from a bullet hole in his forehead. 

You scrambled back, as the stairwell door closed slowly. You could barely see a man on the other side of the door. Did he…kill him? 

It filled you with more fear, as you panicked because of the situation. If this intruder could kill someone over a box, imagine what he'd do to you…what was so special about the box anyways?

At least you assumed he was here for the box. Why else would he break in when there was only one guard on the box…?

With hidden courage, you opened the stairwell door and swung your weapon. 

Your baton didn’t meet the man as you felt electricity going through your body. There, in front of you, was that man, dressed all in black with a wicked smile on his face. 

He was tazing you. 

Wasn’t it dangerous to taze someone for this long? You thought as you fell to the ground. Your muscles were all seizing up, and your knees hit the concrete floor all too hard. That was going to do serious damage. 

Now standing over you, the man’s grin expanded even more. “Don’t worry, love…it’ll be over soon.” And he continued to taze you. 

Your consciousness started to fade, and you now laid fully on the floor, muscles continuing to fight against the electricity. 

The tazing stopped, and the man picked you up, taking you out to his awaiting car. 

“Heh…” He laughed to himself, before looking deeply into your eyes as they closed. “Seems like a successful heist to me, huh y/n?” 

[mnt-arts]

happy april fools….. booping time

reblogs (and boops!) appreciated !!

[zee-stars]

The ego's giving you their sweaters

Includes: Actor Mark, Darkiplier, Yancy, Illinois, Space Mark, Damien, Heist Mark, Date Mark, Wilford

Actor Mark:

He forced you to wear one of his sweaters. He would hide yours just so he could give you one of his.

He is a jealous prick so he definitely likes you wearing his stuff so people know you are his.

I feel like his would be the most comfortable cause he would spend all his money just to make sure he could give you the best.

Tbh his would smell like makeup wipes and strong expensive calone cause he would pour that shit on there.

Overall 9/10 cause at least the smell would last long 🤷‍♀️

Darkiplier:

Tbh he probably doesn't have very many hoodies.

The only one he owns is probably a plain black one that's kinda worn down.

But like say one day you're cold and complaining about it and he just throws it at you and is like "stfu"

Warm on the inside, soft fabric on the outside 👌👌

I think its an overall 10/10 cause idk its just perfect.

Yancy:

I think he probably only have 1 hoodie cause he is in prison but he also like owns the place... so he could probably get more if he needed too.

But like he has one that is his og one. I think its like black and has some cool design on it that's kinda worn down cause he's had it so long.

It smells exactly like him and he likes to wear it for comfort. But he would easily give it to you.

One day your complaining that it's cold, next minute his giving you the sweater.

Its super comfy and also smells exactly like him so def 10/10

Illinois:

Man has one sweater and it is almost disgusting.

You saw him wear it once on a colder night. It was covered in stains, small holes everywhere and stitches. It doesn't smell bad and it felt soft when you touched it.

One night you and him are under the stars and you are freezing. to the point your shaking. He sees you by the fire all wrapped up in a blanket and he takes off the hoodie and gives it to you.

Claims that he's a big boy and doesn't need a sweater to keep him warm

Five minutes later hes clinging to you wrapped up under a blanket and as close to the fire you can be without burning.

8/10 cause the stains.

Space Mark:

Tbh if he saw you in his hoodie he would probably faint.

Its not so much a hoodie it's more like a jacket. Like yk those sports team type jackets, if you dont google it and i'll make sense.

Anyways its amazing, kinda fuzzy on the inside and it has like patches on it of things he likes. Stars, planets, chica, etc.

He doesn't wear it often cause he is usually in his space uniform.

But one night you and him are enjoying a nice sunset together (after the events of iswm) and he notices you shiver.

So he runs back to his room and comes back with two cups of coffee and his jacket.

It smells like him, has coffee and some grease stains on it. Very comfy and a little big.

10/10 love it.

Damien:

This is before wkm obv

He has like an entire closet section just for sweaters and hoodies

one day you're spending the evening at his place. during dinner Damien was his usual clumsy self (he def was) and spilled something on you. You ask to use his shower and had forgotten to pack an extra set of clothes.

So he offers you some of his. He gives you a hoodie and sweatpants that match and let me tell you. That is some of the comfyist shit you're ever gonna wear

I just feel like he is the master of comfort and just always has the comfyist clothes.

10/10 for my boy dames

Heist Mark:

Im like imagining the most detailed scene rn

Like yk when you choose the car in the heist and you fall asleep and he makes you breakfast?

that but the night before when you're falling asleep you get cold and he gives you his sweater and you're like "where tf did you get this?" but put it on anyway.

its honestly pretty comfy and keeps you pretty warm. He also secretly loves seeing you in his hoodie (remember this is right before he asked you on the date ;)

9/10 prob a basic ass hoodie but comfy and warm, serves its purpose.

Date Mark:

Another very detailed scene

we aren't gonna be basic and have it be during the movie no no, it's gonna be during the vanilla ice cream ending.

You and him are eating ice cream together and it makes you cold. So what else would a gentleman like him do than give you the jacket he was wearing.

tbh not super comfy, its part of a suit :/

so like... 6/10? it was nice of him but not comfy or warm so...

Wilford:

Come on guys yk i wouldnt forget about my little willy would you?

Tbh he has the best hoodies 1000%

He rocks the pink and all of his hoodies are pink and they look amazing!!

Also they def smell like cotton candy or some other sweet.

(they might also have a few blood stains but who cares)

anyways.... imagine you and him go out to a party or something.

some dumb guy spills a drink on your and wilford just like pulls out a hoodie randomly and like takes you to the bathroom to put it on

side note no one ever hears from that guy again but like...... thats totally unrelated...

but its comfy, smells good, looks good, 100000/10 fr fr

wilford is simply the best

I hope you enjoyed this and im def down to write more things like this if anyone has any ideas!! my request are always open

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

a whisper in the autumn wind

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1647 | Read on AO3

A chill racks your body as you and Mark make your way through the cool night. You mentally curse, wishing you were wearing more layers, though you know anything more wouldn't have fit under the tactical vest that sits snugly around your torso.

Your heist partner doesn't seem to notice you shiver, busy making sure the coast is clear before proceeding and gesturing for you to follow.

You do your best to keep pace with your friend's manoeuvres as he darts an odd pattern through the museum, triggering a bout of slight nausea that causes you to stop in your tracks.

‘Hey, keep up!’ Mark whisper-yells, turning around just in time to miss you steadying yourself after a wave of dizziness.

Somehow you make it the rest of the way without collapsing or being seen, but you're now all too aware of the fatigue in your muscles and the soreness in your throat. Meanwhile, your partner in crime carefully but swiftly wraps the stolen artefacts and slips them into his bag.

Your prize this time? A series of ancient tablets that you plan to sell to an illegal collector. You can't imagine what practical use someone would have for these, but at the end of the day, a job's a job and money is money.

It is only on your way out, that you feel the tell-tale itch in your nose that you have been dreading all evening.

As you scrunch up your face, Mark looks at you in confusion.

‘Buddy, you've been acting off all night, what's up with you? You good?’

You nod, desperately wanting to move on and for this to be over with.

The first couple of sneezes you manage to quell without too much fuss, but you can already feel a larger one threatening your nostrils.

While crouched behind a display, hiding from some guards, comes the point at which you can no longer hide that you're suppressing sneezes.

‘Alright, we are so close to being scot-free— hey what are you —? You're not sick are you? Really? Now?!’

Mark shakes his head back and forth with a string of frantically whispered "no"s as you fight your reflexes, but it's futile.

The sneeze that finally escapes you is resounding, and there is a beat of stunned silence and lack of movement from every party involved before you and Mark react first, bolting out the exit with the guards in pursuit.

It's a mad dash with a lot of ducking and diving, adrenaline probably the only thing keeping your body going, but by some miracle the two of you manage to lose them, eventually making it to where your getaway vehicle is parked some ways away so as to not be suspicious.

Piling into the passenger seat, exhaustion hits you all at once and you're thankful that Mark is the one driving. You pull off your gloves and hat and he does the same.

With no one following you, your partner drives cautiously in order to not draw any unwanted attention, careful to abide by traffic laws and always on the lookout for cops.

‘There's tissues and water in the glove box,’ he says after a few minutes, expression hard-lined and inscrutable, eyes focused on the road.

There's a thick tension in the car, uncharacteristically quiet save for the limited traffic outside and the rumble of the engine. You blow your nose, and it feels awkward in the silence, only broken on occasion by your sniffing. You take a sip of water, grateful for the coolness against your chapped lips and dry throat.

Eventually, you decide you don't want to endure the tension any longer, and you're too tired to let your little mishap turn into an argument; it was your fault, after all.

‘I'm sorry.’

Mark sighs. He glances at you, then back to the road.

‘It's okay. It's not your fault you're sick, it's just… Why didn't you tell me?’

‘Didn't want to ruin the heist.’ You laugh, but it's strained and weak, void of any real mirth or humour. ‘But I guess I kinda messed up on that anyway, huh?’

He lets out a small huff of laughter. ‘Yeah, no shit.’

You look down at your hands, folded in your lap.

‘Hey, it's not a big deal,’ he consoles. ‘We got what we came for and we didn't get caught. That's about as much as we can say for most of our heists.’

Your gaze stays downcast; he does make a good point, but it doesn't stop you from feeling a little guilty.

Mark must notice, because he reaches across to place a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, other hand still keeping the wheel steady.

You put your own hand over his, grateful for the comfort. You close your eyes and will away the growing dizziness and brain fog, the warmth from his now ungloved palm reassuring.

‘Look buddy, I need you to know I'm not mad or anything, just a bit upset that you didn't tell me in the first place… and annoyed at myself for not catching onto the fact sooner. I just thought… I thought you felt like you could be honest with me about this stuff.’

There's an undeniable hurt in his tone that makes you look up at him. He is still intently focused on the road ahead, despite there being rather few other people and cars out at this time of night, and you know it's out of choice — he takes his eyes off the streets in favour of looking your way for much longer than necessary when he wants to. Usually you'd chide him for doing so, but right now you can't help but wish he'd properly meet your eyes, just for a moment.

‘No – I can. I can tell you nearly everything, I – I'm sorry.’ You take a steadying breath, organising your thoughts. ‘You were just – really looking forward to this one, and there was no better day for it, everything lined up perfectly for us to go tonight. This stupid cold had to turn up and it started out as just a sore throat, no big deal, and well… I thought I could stick it out a little longer despite feeling like crap, but…’ You trail off, turning to look out the window as he approaches your shared base, returning his hand to the wheel.

He pulls up, setting the car to park, and finally turns his head to fully face you, placing a hand on your knee to get your attention.

He says your name, and it sounds like a term of endearment. For someone so bold and often brash, he can be surprisingly tender, a side of him that rarely anyone but you gets to see. ‘I rely on you, and you can rely on me… but part of that means we have to tell each other these things.’

‘Yeah, OK…’

‘Pinky promise?’

‘What are you, five?’

‘I'm serious,’ he says firmly, holding out his finger to emphasise the point.

Smiling, you hook your pinky around his own and shake on it, but not without rolling your eyes first.

‘Good,’ he says, pleased. ‘Now that that's settled, let's get inside, hm?’

While Mark retrieves the loot and stows it for the time being, you let yourself in, settling on the small couch in the living room. You take off your shoes and unzip your vest, easing it off your aching limbs.

The nausea and dizziness seems to have passed but you feel hot, yet a little shivery, and you're on the verge of nodding off when Mark appears in front of you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. If it's even possible, you feel incrementally hotter with his touch as you return his concerned gaze through sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

‘I think you've got a fever, bud. C'mon, time for bed.’

You groan in protest, too drained to move, instead letting your head fall forward to plop against his chest, the soft texture of his plain black sweater a comforting feel against your fevered skin.

‘Oh boy, what am I gonna do with you…?’ he murmurs, bringing a hand up to pat your hair. He speaks softly, and with such affection that your heart would probably be doing somersaults if you weren't so tired and ill.

‘Alright, upsy-daisy.’ In one quick motion, he picks you up, carrying you bridal style to your room, and for once you don't object.

‘Hey, you better not make me sick too,’ he warns without an ounce of actual distaste, as you practically nuzzle your face into him.

He gently lays you in bed, tucking covers around you.

‘I'll be right back.’

You instantly miss his presence, tugging the blanket up a little around yourself.

He returns before long with a box of tissues, the bottle of water you'd been drinking and some painkillers, leaving them by your bedside. He places a wet face cloth beside you as well.

‘I know you're probably feeling cold but I don't want your temperature to get too high, so use this, and keep drinking water.’

You nod, about ready to drift to sleep.

‘Call me if you need anything, OK? I won't be far.’

‘Don't you want to sleep?’

‘I will in a little while, but you can still call me.’

‘Ok,’ you reply appreciatively. ‘Thanks for… looking after me.’

‘Someone's got to.’ He smiles at you gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

After a pause, he gets up to leave, pulling the door closed but leaving a gap the width of his face.

‘Rest up, buddy.’

He makes a quick kissing sound in your direction before shutting the door fully, his footsteps receding down the hallway.

Your face feels very warm.

Must be the fever, you think, placing the towel on your forehead with a yawn, before swiftly falling asleep.

[mywidelyopeneyes]

Dating Markiplier Headcanons

Here you go guys! Hope you enjoy!

He's a hopeless romantic. Even though he's a famous gamer and internet celebrity, Marks is a sucker for romance. He loves flowers, love letters, and grand gestures.

He's a great listener. Mark will always be there for you, whether you need a shoulder to cry on or just someone to vent to. He's a great listener and will offer you advice and comfort when you need it most.

He's a food lover. Mark isn't afraid to admit that his favorite thing to do is eat! He loves trying new cuisines, experimenting with recipes, and sharing his love of food with others.

He's a dedicated partner. Mark takes his relationships seriously and puts his all into making them work. He'll do anything to make you happy, whether it means taking you out for a romantic dinner, planning an adventurous trip, or just spending quality time together.

He's a true gentleman. Mark knows how to treat a lady (or gentleman). He'll open doors, pull out chairs, and offer you his jacket when you're cold. He's all about making sure your comfort and happiness come first.

He's a goofy guy. Even though Mark is famous and respected for his gaming skills, he's also a total goofball. He loves to joke around, crack puns, and make silly faces. He's the kind of person who can always make you laugh.

He's a big softie. Mark might seem tough on the outside, but he's actually a big softie. He loves animals, children, and anything cute. He's always ready to offer a hug or a sympathetic ear when you're having a bad day.

He's a talented performer. Mark isn't just good at video games; he's also a skilled vocalist and actor. He loves to sing, play musical instruments, and even perform on stage. He's the kind of person who loves to put on a show and entertain others.

He's a tech wizard. Mark knows his way around a computer, and he's always eager to try out new technology. He's the kind of guy who can fix your printer and program your robot vacuum cleaner in a heartbeat.

Marks a great communicator. He understands the importance of open and honest communication in a relationship, and he's always willing to talk things through with you, whether you're arguing, laughing, or just spending quality time together. He's the kind of guy who will never leave you in the dark, and he's always there to offer a listening ear or a word of advice when you need it most. He's someone who you can trust with anything, and he won't hesitate to share his thoughts and feelings with you, too. He's just an all-around awesome partner who values communication and honesty above all else.

[cleake]

Giving flowers to the egos

Engineer:

-He’s very surprised, he hasn’t seen flowers in very long time, he forgot how pretty they are, how they smell

-Is so happy you gave them to him, he sees this as a very meaningful gift

-“Captain, look how pretty they are! You have a good taste, Captain”

-He keeps them in his locker, and is very gentle with them, they mean a lot to him

-He waters them regularly, even if something important is going on, they have to be watered

-He likes to look at them, it calms him and makes him think of you, and how lovely you are

-When he’s sad or stressed he smells them, he loves their sent

-If you are in a bad mood he’ll bring the flowers with him and sit with you, offer you to take the flowers

-“They are so full of hope, it’s nice to stop for a moment and just appreciate our existence”

-If they die Mark will be so heartbroken, he’ll come to you and show them, with a sadness within him

-“I tried my best, I thought I did everything right. Why they had to die? I’m so sorry Captain”

-If he himself ever gets a chance to get flowers he’ll give them to you, he wants to do something for you too

Yancy:

-He too didn’t see flowers in a while, he always associated them with goodness and he isn’t like that, why did you gave them to him?

-He’s so confused he doesn’t really know what to do, he loves them, but thinks he doesn’t deserve them

-“Don’t people give flowers to each other as a reward? I don’t deserve them”

-Even thought he feels bad about getting them, especially from you, he keeps them in his cell, and keeps them alive

-When he feels lonely he looks at them, remembering you

-He shows them to his close friends, and tells them about you, can get a bit sentimental

-“They are so nice, look what they gave me, I can’t believe someone so good decided to give me them”

-He watches them a lot, he loves noticing the details on their petals

-If someone tries to touch them he’ll remind them that stealing is illegal

-“I don’t think youse’s know what this is! This is worth more than anything in this prison and it rightly belongs to me, so I ask you to keep youse’s handy hands off of them!”

-If they die Yancy will ask everyone for help, but gardeners don’t usually show up in prison

-He’ll write you a letter telling that your gift withered

-“I’m so sorry, I tried my best to take care of them, I hope youse’s are not angry”

-If he gets more flowers from you, he’ll watch them at all times, they mean more than they look

Dark:

-He hasn’t gotten a gift in a long time and didn’t see flowers much

-He is flattered that you gifted them to him, but at the same time doesn’t think of it as something big, humans give each other flowers all the time

-But as time passes he starts to think of them more as a sign of how much he means to you and it confuses him, he doesn’t think he means something

-But accepts that you think of him as something more, and something important

-He watches them a lot, he sees you in them

-They are new and bit unusual to him, but they give him a warm feeling

-He waters them regularly, knows how much water they need and puts them in sunny place

-He sometimes talks to them, about his day, thoughts and feelings, he feels less alone with them

-He tells them things that he wishes to tell you

-“Something so small and seemingly so unnecessary is so important to me, so calming and beautiful”

-He doesn’t let them die, and never will, they are his to hold and nothing will make him not to

-He is surprised that he attached himself so much to them, he never did to other things, why they were so special? Because they are from you?

Actor:

-He gets a lot of flowers, and buys for himself

-He likes them, he thinks they are a great decoration

-Flowers from you made him believe that they can also be a great calming factor, and something more personal

-At first they are indifferent to him, just some leafs to put on his desk, but after some time he gets more in sync with them, he noticed how he feels a bit different when looking at flowers from you

-They made him focus more on themselves, and he kinda got obsessed with them

-Every morning he checks if they are watered correctly, the butler could’ve made some mistake, makes sure that there is no dust on them, and that they get sun

-He talks to them, strokes their petals gently and thinks of you a lot

-“If I knew I would get so attached to a plant I wouldn’t accept it but here we are”

-He hides them from others, he doesn’t want anyone to destroy them

-They are always in his room, locked from others

-He takes good care of them and won’t let them die, they are too important

Illinois:

-He likes shiny things, but appreciates the simple ones too

-He’s close to nature, he likes to spend time in it

-Flowers from you are something important, it’s a thing that’s always with him, that it’s familiar and even though everything around him is changing he has something that always stays the same

-He is very fond of them, they mean a lot to him, and when he feels lonely he looks at them, and remembers you

-He is in a lot of danger on his adventures but as a professional he always comes out of it in one pice, and your gift does also

-He won’t let a single thing hurt the flowers, he keeps them in a safe place in his bag, and checks a lot if they didn’t got squished

-At night time he takes them out to look at them, sometimes he hymns to them, or talks

-He always has separate water for them, or will get it some way, they can’t die, they remind him of you and feels like you are with him

Damien:

-He appreciates flowers, and thinks they are very helpful for the nerves

-He keeps them on his desk, and when takes a break from work he looks at them to calm himself

-They are always in good condition, Damien is a good gardener and takes good care for them

-He doesn’t get to see others a lot because of his job, but your flowers keep him company, and he feels less alone

-He talks to them, sometimes reads his paper work

-When his sad he’ll look at your flowers, focusing his attention on them to stop worrying

-He loves how they smell, how they look, and feel, he can’t stop admiring them

-He feels like you’re with him trough the flowers and is in a good mood because of them

Wilford:

-He doesn’t really have time to take care of them, but always does his best to make sure they are watered

-He doesn’t really understand what is so special about flowers, but somehow the ones from you seem much more appealing them others

-He talks to them a lot, he tells them about his day, his feelings and memories

-He vents to them too, sometimes he feels like he can’t talk to anyone else than them, and they will only understand

-He treats them like human being, says good morning, goodnight, maybe he sees them as you too much

-He realizes that he pretends the flowers are you, and sees how much he’s hiding from you

-He loves them, and his indifference about flowers changed a lot

-He does sometimes forget to water them, and is angry because of it, he can’t see them die, they’re too important

[jokingmisfit]

Markiplier Egos As Contacts In My Phone

Annus- 🤍Anus🤍

Darkiplier- 🥀Dark🥀

Darkiplier(Alternative)- 😏Daddy😏

Wilford- 🥸The Stacheman🥸

Wilford(Alternative)- 🫨Bubblegum Bitch🫨

Yancy- 🔪Sinnamonroll🔪

Dr.Iplier- 🧑‍⚕Your Dying🧑‍⚕

Google- 💻Smartass💻

Bing- 🛹Radical Dude🛹

Illinois- 🤠Indiana Jones🤠

Yanderiplier- 🫶Unstable Child🫶

Captain Magnum- 🏴‍☠️Dadptain🏴‍☠️

Engineer!Mark- 🧑‍🚀M2702 Boi🧑‍🚀

Eric Derikson- 🤓Cinnamonroll🤓

Old-man Mark- 🧓Granddaddy🧓

Host- 🫥Narrator🫥

Murdock- 🦆Murduck🦆

Heist!Mark- 💣Smooth Criminal💣

Stan- 💦The Water Man💦

Actor- 🕺Dramatic Bitch🕺

Jim and Jim- 👬Jim(s)👬

Cave Man Mark- Doesn't have a phone

Heehoo- Also doesn't have a phone

[buc-eebarnes]

I saw you were taking prompts! If it's alright, "a kiss that quickly descends into passion, ignoring what’s going on around them" with Heist Mark and Heist Y/N?

hello lovely anon! thank you for the rec. i took a bit of a shortcut by making the pairing heist mark and the captain (but the captain is heist y/n!!!), so please forgive me if this isn't quite what you requested. this is set after the events of "where in the world is markiplier?" in iswm 2.

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live wire

pairing: heist mark x the captain (as heist y/n)

tags: angry kissing, angst (!!!), unresolved romantic tension (???), unresolved sexual tension (and it will stay unresolved !!!)

rated T || 2813 words || read on ao3!

“Bonjour. This is the intel for where he’s gonna hit next,” the field agent said, throwing the file onto your desk. It was thick, dauntingly so. You raised an eyebrow up at him.

“Crank. Why is this file so goddamn big?”

He cleared his throat. “Because it also details where else he can hit next.”

“So it’s not a definite location? These are the ones he could possibly hit next?”

Crank shifted in place. “Yes, sir. I mean, ma’am. I mean, Captain.”

You flinched at the title. “‘Special Agent’ is fine.”

“Yes, Special Agent Captain.”

Sighing, you pulled the file over and cracked it open. Ever since the whole fiasco with the agency being infiltrated by public enemy number one, you and your agents had been pulling double shifts over time. You didn’t remember the last time you went home, or the last time you slept on your own bed. The Director had been watching you like a hawk, trying to figure out if you’d get a damn breakthrough at some point.

There was only so much you could do. You were only one person, after all. The portable temporal displacement device hadn’t acted up yet, so you still had some time before you had to leave for a different universe.

“Get me a coffee, Agent Crank. Make it a strong one.”

“Yes, Special Agent Captain. Bonjour.” He hobbled away on crutches, and you shook your head in resignation.

“Now,” you sighed heavily, “where the hell are you, Mark?”

--

As it turned out, he planned on going back to the museum on your last ever heist.

The clues were there. They were always there. There were numbers and letters that had been left at the museums Mark had hit after breaking out of prison. You had recognized the complete sequence as one of your old codes—M2702Y1019 was the designation for the Austin museum you’d infiltrated years ago.

The bullpen had a whiteboard with scribbles of your notes. It was always easier for you to put down your thoughts like that. Mark had often chided you about it—"Why do you have to always write down every step of our plan?" he'd asked, and you'd know he wasn't really mad because you'd hear the fondness in his voice, and you'd replied, "It helps me make sure we get out safely."

After you had written the last number, you placed your hands on your hips and feigned a laugh. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

“Huh,” a gruff voice muttered. “That’s some damn good work.”

You glanced behind you. The Director was studying your notes pensively, a martini glass in hand. It seemed like he thought the harder he stared at it, the more likely Mark was gonna materialize and hand himself over to the organization. You narrowed your eyes. It looked like he was itching to throw another agent around.

“Thanks Chief,” you gathered up the scattered documents. “Do you even know what it means?”

“Not a goddamn clue,” he said cheerily.

You rolled your eyes. “If we can get all units to the location ASAP, we might be able to catch him before he breaks in.”

He chuckled. “Good thing they pulled you out of retirement, Captain.”

“‘Special Agent’ is fine, Chief.”

“I’ll send the agents over, but you should go first to show them up,” he chortled, as if sharing an inside joke.

You gave him an odd look instead, adjusting your holster and shrugging on your jacket. “I don’t see what the merit is in that, but alright. I’ll head out now.”

“Just don’t make it personal!”

“When have I ever?”

The Director leveled you with a look, oddly serious. You stopped in your movements, watching him nervously. “What?”

“I’m well aware of your…history…with this man, Captain,” he said, finishing the last of his martini. “You two used to be partners.” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Do I need to worry about anything?”

There was a bitter smile on your face. “You don’t need to worry about anything, Director. As soon as we catch this asshole, I’m out.”

With a turn of your heel, you left.

--

Getting to Austin in record time was something you’d never thought you’d achieve, but yet here you were, staring up at the building you spent so many lifetimes coming back to. Each iteration of this universe that you were deposited into felt like a whole new fever dream. You’d met so many new people who wanted to either kill you or kiss you—and you’d been told plenty of times that they had a hard time choosing between the two. But what happened to all of them? Professor Beauregard, Captain Magnum, the Hermit, Illinois, Yancy and the rest of the prison gang…

You sighed heavily once again. It felt like a habit now, lamenting the lives of everyone you’ve ever encountered. Was Lady right? Was it all your fault, even though you had no clue what you even did wrong?

Shaking your head, you unholstered your gun and entered through the side door.

The alarms, unsurprisingly, weren’t armed. He was already in the building.

The safety on the gun clicked off.

You fell back on past instincts, slinking around as quietly as possible, taking note of which areas gave off more sound than others. The museum was as quiet as the last time you were here. A couple of night guards were down on the way to the large vault. It didn't pass your mind if they were the same ones from before. You peeked around the corner, footsteps light.

The vault door was wide open, and there he was.

He was wearing the standard outfit you guys had always worn on heists. His beanie was snug on his head, the tactical vest hugging his body. All-black, very nondescript. He used a glass cutter to get through the protective casing over whatever it was he was trying to steal and—holy shit. Just inside the doors, you faltered in your steps.

It was the goddamn box.

It sat on the exact same pedestal, too. Why the hell was it here?

“Error. Paradox detected.”

Your eyes snapped down to the device on your wrist, horrified. What paradox?

A curse rang out in the silent halls, and you whipped your head up to see that Mark had fucked up cutting the glass, triggering the alarms for the the box. The doors swung shut behind you, latticed bars reinforcing them. You were trapped, but so was he.

“Thanks, bud,” Mark said sardonically, giving you an annoyed look. “A lot of planning went into this, and all it took was you breaking my focus.” He ended up smashing the rest of the glass instead. The box glowed a mysterious blue, one that was all-too familiar for you. It was then that you noticed the blue gem inlaid over the ornate gold details.

“Paradox detected. Please resolve.”

Fuck. It was the same one embedded in your palm.

You raised your gun. “Drop it.”

“I don’t think I will.” He wagged the box tauntingly, daring you to grab it.

“You know what that thing does,” you stepped forward. “Do you even remember all of the shit we went through?”

“What I remember,” he sneered, “is you fucking up our plans for the last heist we did. Why would you pick a helicopter as a means of escape when you don’t even know how to fly one?!”

“I feel like you’re putting too much emphasis on my choices.”

He feigned a laugh. “There you go again, always making excuses, never taking responsibility for your actions—”

“Like you were perfect? Don’t go holier-than-thou on me, Mark. Your ego is what put us in this position in the first place.”

Derision lined his features. “Whatever. What-fucking-ever. After this, you won’t remember me or think about me. You’ll probably go home and visit your greaser boyfriend.”

You felt your brain do a record scratch. What?

“What?” you blinked at him in disbelief. The gun dropped a fraction.

“That greaser dude,” Mark said with disdain, packing the stolen artifact deftly. He wasn’t looking at you at all—his brows were furrowed, his shoulders were hunched, and you realized that he was jealous.

“Oh my god. You were jealous of Yancy?”

“Yancy,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “No. I was more upset about the fact that you were so buddy-buddy with him. I got sucker-punched through the goddamn wall and you didn’t care once his pretty ass showed up.”

“Holy shit,” you breathed, “you were jealous. Still fucking jealous.”

Suddenly, he shot up, the bag forgotten on the floor. He crossed the room in big, long strides, aggression coming off him in waves. You didn't even realize your back hit the wall until Mark's glowering face was inches from yours, fists clenched so tightly that they were shaking. Your gun hung uselessly at your side.

“You left me,” he gritted out. “You left me to fend for myself.”

“And I’m sorry I did,” you spat back, “but the alternative was getting stabbed by the convicted murderer. I was trying to find you the whole time. I was trying to find us a viable way out, but you didn’t wanna listen to me.”

In the distance, you heard agents and the SWAT teams yelling at each other over the blaring alarms. They finally made it. You didn’t have much time to apprehend Mark.

He didn’t let up on you, though. “You were the reason we got arrested in the first place!”

“So what?! We had the box! Whatever was in there would have helped us!”

Mark slammed a hand beside your head. He leaned in close, growling. “It wasn’t about the box, pal.”

You met him, nose for nose, and snarled back. “Then what the fuck was it about?”

The kiss nearly took you by surprise.

It was a long time coming, you thought as you kissed him back, gun slipping from your grip. It was messy, with teeth and tongue clacking against one another. It was the way he seized your waist and wrapped strong arms all the way around, the way your hands clenched at the straps of his tactical vest, the way he pressed you against the wall with a thigh between your legs, and the way you would have let him do anything to you in that moment.

“You're—such—an—asshole,” you gasped, Mark latching onto you every time you part.

He sucked your lower lip between his teeth, and you let out a high pitched whine. “You love it anyway.”

You were unable to retort when the guards, just outside the room, bellowed at the top of their lungs.

“Bonjour! You’re under arrest!”

“Bonjour! Hands out where we can see them!”

“Bonjour! Special Agent Captain, are you okay?!”

When you turned your head a fraction, Mark made his way down your jaw, your neck. He traced the skin to find your pulse point, biting down and leaving a trail of hickies in its wake. The resounding moan you let out was embarrassingly loud. With the alarms blaring overhead, you hoped whatever warp core god was listening out there that none of your coworkers heard that.

You had to clear your throat. “I’m—fuck,” you hissed, Mark shoving his hands under your dress shirt and running them up the length of your torso. His grappling gloves left a titillating sensation, and your fingers made their way into his hair, the beanie sliding off with your grip.

“Bonjour, Special Agent?!” Agent Smiles yelled.

“I have it under control!” Mark shifted to kiss your lips again, but this time, it was sweeter. Mouths moving in sync, the fire raging low in your belly had reduced to embers, but the burning coals flared with each kiss. It was tender. Underneath all of the tension wired tight in your muscles, it was tender.

In the space between your mouths, he breathed, “Come with me.”

You sucked on his tongue, then on his lower lip. “I really want to.”

He pulled away—actually pulled away—and held your face in his hands, cradling it gently. “Then let’s go. Right now. This last heist is meant to set us for life.”

“Wait,” you furrowed your brow, “did you plan this so that I would leave with you?”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Knew that pretty head of yours wasn’t just for decoration. It worked out, didn’t it?”

You matched his beam, incredulous. You stepped forward, intending to walk away from the whole scene and into the night where your new lives could start, when abruptly, the warp crystal on your wrist started whining.

“Huh?” He lifted your gloved hand to eye level. “What the hell is this?” He squinted at it. “Hey, that looks like the thing on the box.”

It was as if the world came crashing down on you. Your heart sank. You'd forgotten. You couldn't believe you'd forgotten, in the span of two minutes, that there was something at stake here. The crystal started glowing—you should’ve known that leaving with Mark like this was too good to be true.

Still close, he tilted his head in confusion. You blinked up at him apologetically, wondering how to break the news to him.

“What is it?”

You swallowed, waving the hand still in his grip uselessly. “I don’t think I can go with you.”

His eyes widened in disbelief. He used your name—your actual name, something you hadn’t heard in a long time—as a curse. “We’re so close. We are so. Close. To freedom.”

“I know,” you began to blink back tears. This shit always sucked, no matter what universe. “I know.”

“Why can’t you go with me?” he pleaded. “Is it someone else? Is it that Yancy guy?”

It wasn’t quite that. In the grand scheme of things, this Mark is still the same as your Mark. This wanted heist thief is a fraction of your head engineer, living in this universe instead of your original one. You still needed to find him, still needed to stop him from going back in time.

You wished there was a way for you to know if a fragment of you in this universe would remain—if this Mark’s version of you would still be here when the wormhole whisked you away to the next universe. It pained you to leave him—or any variant of him—like this.

Your right palm rested on his face, your thumb swiping over the apple of his cheek. The rasp of his stubble grounded you from the continuous shouts and ringing of the alarms. The wormhole was coming soon.

“Is it?” he pressed.

You shook your head. “No. No, Yancy’s—it’s not that. But I won’t be able to follow you. There’s something I can’t really explain right now, but I—”

“FIRE IN THE HOLE!”

Boom!

The door was blasted off of its hinges. It was due to your quick reflexes as Captain that you were able to throw yourself down onto Mark, shielding him from the brunt of the blast. A white-hot pain seared through your back.

“Mark—” you picked your head up. He was in a daze, but his eyes looked up at you with such clarity. In a final surge of strength, you leaned down and kissed him like you meant it. He followed languidly, and you hated yourself for everything that happened after. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, “but I have to go.”

You had no choice. The device was whining too much for your liking. A wormhole opened up next to you, and it whipped Mark’s hair every which way. He looked gorgeous. In every universe you’ve seen him, he has always looked gorgeous.

A sad smile reached your lips. He was confused, you knew that much, with the way his brows furrowed, hand coming up to cradle your cheek. “I’m sorry.” Your vision was getting blurry, and something wet and hot trailed down your cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

A thumb stroked the tears away. “Come back to me,” he rasped.

You didn’t even know if you could. “I’ll try.”

With the last of your strength, you removed his hand from your cheek and hurled yourself into the wormhole. 

When you glanced back, Crank and Smiles had their guns pointed at him, and Mark, still on the floor, smirked, opening the box with gusto.

Another wormhole appeared.

“Warning. Paradox detected.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered. Mark disappeared with a flash, and the last thing you heard was the confused babble of the agents.

Maybe, in another universe, you can meet up with that version of Mark. Maybe, in another universe, you’d be able to have an easygoing life filled with heists and incredibly unexpected adventures.

Maybe, in another universe.

But for now, you turned your head away and let yourself get swept by the tides.

buy me a coffee!

[creat0r-cat]

Iplier Egos x reader HCs - Their Favorite Non-Video Game

Dark: Chess

I think he would enjoy how complex and mentally challenging it can be

Chess is also considered a relaxation game for some people

So I wonder if maybe he’ll play chess in order to calm himself down when the other egos (or someone/something else) is driving him up a wall

If you play chess and you’re good at it, you’d probably be his favorite opponent

If you don’t know how to play, he’d be happy to teach you

He’s always happy to spend time with his darling

Wilford: Pie Face or Headbands

It depends on his mood

One moment he’ll be taking the risk of being hit with whipped cream, the next he’ll be crying because of memories of “That Night”

He’s haunted by his past and it really does affect what he can and cannot play at times 

When he’s not in the mood for Pie Face, he’ll sometimes play a fun little game like Headbands

A guessing game that can become very chaotic very quickly

Life needs a little madness and that sounds like a good way to set it free, especially if it’s with you

Actor Mark: Poker

He has a gambling addiction

Probably

It’s a way to get more money for his “luxurious” lifestyle 

If you play with him, trust that he’ll be flaunting his victories in your face

If he loses, he’ll act like it never happened or give a lame excuse as to why he lost

If you don’t play, that’s probably for the best

But at the same time, if he’s playing against other people and you’re with him, he’ll use you as a kind of “good luck charm” instead of a competitor 

That’s just his way of bragging to the others that he has such a lovely lady by his side

Yancy: Charades

It kinda matches up with his musical hobby

Since charades is a game of movement and guessing, he’d probably enjoy it

Also, it’s a multiplayer game so he could play with his fellow prisoners

If everyone is busy, you can play with him, just the two of you

He’d figure out how to say “I love you” in body movements without using sign language or actually touching you

He’s really good

Illinois Jones: Any Card Game

He has limited space when he packs for an adventure

If he’s going to take a game to play while he’s out and about, it should NOT take up much room him his bag

That’s why card games are his favorite

They are very entertaining and don’t take up much room

Even a simple deck of playing cards can go a long way

He loves playing with you, his partner and girlfriend

It’s nice to play with someone rather than being stuck in a single player game for a long time

Dr. Iplier: Operation

It’s like practice for his job but it’s a game

Those tiny pieces are especially tricky and he LOVES it 

He feels very happy and accomplished when he completes the entire game without getting Cavity Sam’s nose to light up

If you play the game with him, then expect him to guide your hands from behind

Like that romantic yet annoying thing that couples do when one of them is working on something

He gets really close, his whole body pressed up against yours

When you successfully extract a tough object, he’ll whisper praises in your ear 

You can feel his warm breath and it sends shivers down your spine every time

If he wants to really make you flustered, he’ll nibble on your ear and kiss your neck

Just a little something he does with you and you alone

Google: Google Feud

I don’t think this counts as a video game

Anyway, he likes to extend his knowledge by playing this game

It helps improve what he could potentially expect one of his “brothers” or you could ask him at any time

His primary objective being what it is

If you decide to play with him, he’ll enjoy seeing your facial reactions when you read off the answers, or seeing your smile when you get something right

He might be a robot and not fully able to understand the concept of love

But he truly enjoys spending time with you, someone who treats him just like a normal person

It’s something that makes him feel human

Bing: Cards Against Humanity

Why does that game just seem to fit his personality (and search engine)?

It’s goofy, funny, and at times inappropriate, just like him

It’s a game he can enjoy with a lot of people

Unfortunately, he can’t play a one-on-one game of CAH with you, his girlfriend, but he’s happy that he can enjoy time with you alongside the other people in his life that he cares about

Yandereplier: Hide and Seek

What’s more romantic than a friendly game of hide and seek?

Especially when he didn’t know that he was going to be playing until you’re already hiding

His heart races as he searches each and every room for you

Whenever something makes a sudden sound, his head whips toward it so fast you swear he could get whiplash

After a while he’ll find you 

He always does

He’ll hold you close and say how much fun the game was and how much he loves you

He’ll also whisper that you should never surprise him with hide and seek again lest you never see the light of day again

He does care about you

He’ll do anything for his sweet sweet senpai and girlfriend

Even if that means keeping you away from the world

Head Engineer Mark: He’s Down for Whatever

He doesn’t really play games because he’s too busy

However, if you ask, he could probably take some time off and play a game

Of course, none of you really packed anything so it’ll likely end up being a game like Sticks, Checkers, Chess, Tic-Tac-Toe, anything that you guys can make or have on hand

It’s nice to take a break and have a little fun

It takes his mind off of things

[venuss-heart]

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

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

[celastapasta]

Could you hand me that rag over there?

You and Mark do a quick costume change after escaping through the sewers during a heist.

Rating: G

Chapters: 1 Words: 545

Pairing: Heist!Mark/Reader

Check it out on AO3! or read on below

“Can you be quiet for one second, Mark? Oh my god,” you hiss, glaring at him as the two of you slink through the sewers.

“Well excuse me, but you’re not the one soaked from head to toe in all this,” he says - entirely too loud - while gesturing wildly to himself.

“You chose to jump in that barrel!” You’re whisper-yelling now.

“It was an emergen-” Your hand flies to his mouth at the sound of footsteps down the corridor. His breath puffs warm on your fingers and both of your eyes track where the sound is coming from until it fades farther into the facility. He gives you an indignant scowl when you remove your hand and you return it with just as much zeal. You roll your eyes and wipe your hand off on your jacket- definitely not hiding the fact that his proximity was getting the best of you. If he weren’t covered in sewage you would’ve kissed that scowl righ-. You shake your head. Now is not the time to think of that.

“Come on, let’s get changed,” he whispers, already tossing his bag to the floor and pulling his beanie off.

“Why do I have to?” you protest. “You’re the one covered in gross.”

“They’re searching for thieves, and that’s exactly what you look like,” Mark provides as he slips out of his vest. Your eyes widen slightly as his fingers brush the hem of his sweater and he meets your eyes for a second before you both study literally anything else.

“As if two civilians roaming the sewers will be any less conspicuous.”

“It’ll hide us from a distance at least.” His shirt passes over his head in your peripheral vision and makes a wet plap when it hits the ground. You glance over at him when you notice he’s staring. At a quizzical look from you, he sighs. “You have our extra clothes.”

You jump and reach for the zipper of your bag. “Right. Yeah. I guess you have a point about my clothes too.” Why are you getting so flustered right now? It’s not like you two haven’t been in close quarters or had to do an emergency change before. When you pull Mark’s clothes out of the bag you scoff, tossing them to him. “A suit? Really?”

“Hey I look good in it. Plus I didn’t expect to have to wear it in a sewer!”

“Alright, alright, you don’t like the sewer. I get it,” you say; your voice sounds annoyed but there’s a good natured smile on your lips. You grab your own change of clothes and begin undressing, facing an array of pipes to keep this situation from getting any more awkward. You insist to yourself that you’re overreacting and thinking way too much about this slightly unorthodox turn of events. It’s just you and Mark in the middle of a heist that’s only gone a little off the rails. And yet when you turn back around after pulling the last of your clothes on, his eyes are staring intently at your back.

Blush tints Mark’s cheeks. “Could you uh, hand me that rag over there? I’ve still got grime on my face.”

You hold his gaze for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, of course.”

[zee-stars]

Reader and egos as love tropes

So basically I looked up love tropes and I'm gonna be writting the egos that I think fit into them :)

Rivals:

I'm thinking like Actor Mark after the events of WKM and like you guys go for each others throats but you were in love with him before WKM and you still kinda are.

Maybe also Dark but not so much in my brain.

God x worshiper:

Obviously god of night. He is literally a god and you are his worshiper. Do I even need to say more??

Has a dark side × loves them anaway:

Obviously Dark. Like you were there for WKM and after the events you always find a way to go back to him because you love him but he thinks you shouldnt cause hes evil and you're like "stfu"

Dumbasses in love:

Wilford x reader%

I think this one fits it perfectly. There is not much else to write about it. Just when I think of this trope that is exactly what I think about.

Sunshine x sunshine protecter:

Yancy x reader and probably Dark x reader.

I feel like for Yancy it could go either you being the sunshine or him being the sunshine I think it works both ways.

For dark he is definitely the sunshine protector. I can just imagine you're talking to someone and hes just standing behind you giving them a death glare.

Super cocky × tried not to fall for them but did anyways:

Illinois x reader. Man is so cocky. Like Imagine you are trying so hard not to think about him and his stupid smile or about how much you would love for him to hold you that you try to avoid him during adventures. He catches on to why its happening and then one day he just like kisses you or something idk. Idk about you guys but if that happened to me I'd just about die.

Friends to lovers:

Yancy x reader, Damien x reader, Head engineer x reader. I think this fits so many egos but these are my top three. Like when you first meet them you guys get along really well and become best friends but eventually you both catch yourselves falling for the other. Then you guys get together and you are the happiest ever.

Second chance:

Tbh I love this idea with Dark. Like Imagine you and Damien you're together or married if you would. But then everything goes down in WKM and you lose him. A while later you run into Dark and you instantly see Damien in him. At first Dark is against starting anything with you but he has Damiens heart and his heart calls for you so you start dating Dark and maybe get married again, if you will.

Fake Dating:

Damien x reader. This is before WKM. Imagine he is sick and tired of people trying to hook him up with their daughters or whatever at parties and one day he says he has a wife. Many people are shocked and they start bugging him about it. They ask for his wife's name and he says your name by mistake. They say that next party he has to bring you so now hes trying to explain what happened to you. You agree to be his fake wife for the night. You both have an amazing night and at the end of the night as he is bringing you home he starts confessing and stuff and then you kiss him.

Flirt x oblivious:

Illinois x reader. He is very flirty but you are kinda dumb and just don't pick up on it. He literally would say he loves you and you're just like "I love you too!" But he can tell that you mean it in a platonic way. Eventually when you confess to him this is how it goes.

"Look, I've liked you for so long but I was scared that you didnt feel the same way"

"I LITERALLY HAVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU FOR MONTHS"

"Friends do that"

"I SAID I LOVED YOU"

"Friends do that"

"what about that one time when we were walking through a narrow path and we almost kissed while you were pressed against me?"

"Okay maybe friends dont do that..."

Overthinker x never thinks:

Head engineer Mark x reader. Let's be honest. There is not a single thought going on in Head engineer Mark's head. With the captain on the other hand thinks to much. There is not a single second that they aren't thinking about something. Especially when they think about something going wrong with the ship. Luckily for Mark the captain is there to think for the both of them.

"You do realize that it's not supposed to be like that?"

"What do you mean? Was it not always like that??"

Talks x listens:

Head engineer Mark x reader. Kinda goes back to the last one. I feel like there are many times that the captain and Mark are together and he will just be rambling.

"Oh, I'm sorrry captain, I dont mean to be a bother with my rambling."

"No, I want to know why you hope the new plant has a beautiful sky."

Long distance:

Yancy x reader. I'm thinking like during iswm. Reader is up in space doing Captain stuff and they miss Yancy so much. They told him that they were going to space camp cause they didnt want to explain what was actually going on. In case he started to worry. But they found a way to still keep in contact and write letters. It was tough not getting to see him in person but they knew when they got home Yancy would be able to come with them.

Temporarily one sided:

I feel like this one could fit many egos but I like Yacny x reader the most.

So you stayed in the prison with him and you guys were really close. You shared a cell and spent all day with each other. You had fallen for Yancy. It was easy too. He was clingy in a good way and always made you feel heard and comfortable. You didnt know how to tell him. He didn't realize you're feelings and he didn't recognize his at first. He didn't think it was love. He didnt really know what love was cause he had been starved of it for so long. Tiny helped him figure out and after awhile he told you.

Fell first x fell harder:

This but with Damien.

You and Damien were very close. He was you childhood best friend and now you worked by his side. His crush on you definitely started around you guy's teen years. Mark and William definitely teased him for it and Celine tried to convince him to tell you. But he never did. Around the time you guys graduated high school, you started to fall for him. You were completely smitten by him. Confused by how you went this long without noticing. It was hard to keep it in, so you told Celine.

"Omg finally. Tell him. He is in love with you and has been for years!"

After you did and you guys got together it was easy to tell that you were completely in love with him. You're guy's friends (Will and Mark) teased you by saying you were worse then Damien. It was true. You fell so hard for that man. (We all did. He's so pretty)

Workaholic x clingy:

I think this one fits Damien x reader and head engineer Mark x reader.

For Damien he is the workaholic and you are clingy. Like he'll come home from work and be like "I have work to do."

"Is it due tomorrow?"

"No."

"Then we can take a nap first."

And if the work is do tomorrow you'll but wrap up in his lap while he gets it done. Usually you fall asleep while he's working and he'll carry you to bed after.

For head engineer Mark you are the workaholic and he is clingy. You can not get work done around him. Especially if it's late at night. He will beg you to go to bed with him or pay attention to him and if that doesnt work he will pick you up and carry you to bed or away from your work.

That is all of them. I plan on writting actual stories for some of them so expect that. If there is any that you just want me to write let me know and I probably will if I wasn't already planning on doing it. Also I found the best photo of Damien earlier and I want to share it with you.

ISN'T HE BEAUTIFUL!!!!! I WANT TO GIVE THIS MAN THE BIGGEST SMOOCH!! God I love him so much.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

between unsteady fingers and stuttering heart

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 959 | Read on AO3

You are peeling potatoes in the kitchen while Mark runs through plans for the next heist, and you mentally make a note of everything you'll need to pack as he does so.

The date of the job is set for next week and in all honesty, was a rather abrupt decision, but sometimes you just have to take the windows of opportunity when they arise. Money has been tight as of late; this is essentially your equivalent of a quick cash-grab.

This particular heist required minimal planning and effort, but the location is some ways away, so the pair of you would be staying somewhere to lay low overnight once you get away with the goods, before making your way back home the following day.

‘— so we'll have a couple possible exits to work with, but we should be able to make a clean getaway no problem.’

‘That's good.’

‘Oh, and I managed to book a room for the night but since the whole thing was kind of last minute, they were pretty limited on what they could offer us, especially with our current budget. Bed's pretty big though. We can share.’

Your eyes widen at that, mind briefly unfocused just long enough for the blade to slip too far.

‘Ah–! Shit—’

Mark's head shoots up at your pained exclaim, rushing to the counter where you are standing as soon as he catches a glimpse of the blood trailing down your hand.

‘Oh shit, how'd you manage that?’ he asks, voice littered with concern.

He grabs and hands you some tissues to soak up the blood, and you cradle them around the cut on your thumb.

Moving to the sink, you run it under the water.

‘It's not too deep but the bleeding isn't stopping…’ you say, turning off the tap.

‘You're gonna need to wait a couple minutes for it to clot. Here, let me see.’

He holds out his hand and you instinctively give him your injured one to inspect the damage. It's minimal, really. More of an inconvenience than anything.

Mark hums with a concerned frown. ‘Better take care of it.’

He reaches out to flip open the door to one of the kitchen cabinets, rifling through various shelves.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Looking for the first-aid, duh.’

‘Mark. I don't need first aid, it's not a big deal.’

‘At least put a Band-Aid on it.’

You sigh. ‘Fine.’

He takes out an antiseptic wipe and a plaster and once again holds out a hand expectantly.

‘I can do it myself,’ you say blankly.

‘Well clearly not,’ he retorts. ‘You can't even handle a knife without hurting yourself right now, apparently.’

‘Oh, please, I was just… distracted.’

‘Oh yeah? What was so distracting?’

You sigh in frustration, not having a response (or at least no truth you care to give) and give him your hand defeatedly.

He guides you to sit down opposite him, resting your arm on the table, and you keep your hand steady as he wipes the surface of the cut.

‘You're being extra.’

‘I'm being safe, do you want it to get infected?’

It stings a little, making you wince slightly, and he mutters a small ‘sorry’.

You can't help but take note of how gentle and calm he is as he handles you. Mindful and delicate. Your eyes drift from your connected hands up to his concentrated gaze, where they stay for a moment, watching the slow movement of his dark eyes.

You know for sure he would try to play down his own, actually serious injuries; it's happened before — and in the midst of your worry you didn't hesitate to give him a mouthful for his recklessness.

This is such a simple task in comparison, and yet the care with which he patches up the small, insignificant cut makes your stomach flip.

He finishes wrapping the plaster around your thumb, smoothing down the end.

‘All done! That wasn't so hard, was it?’

You mumble your thanks, looking down at your hand still in his.

‘Y'know, for someone so good with knots, grappling guns and all that jazz, it amazes me how clumsy you can be sometimes.’

‘...I told you, I just wasn't paying attention for a second,’ you say with a huff.

‘Mhm. You can't even use my distractingly handsome face as an excuse, you were facing the other way!’

You roll your eyes indignantly and he chuckles, tracing the smallest circle into your palm.

With a small quirk of a smile, he suddenly brings your hand up in front of him so his lips just barely brush your thumb over the plaster.

‘Need me to kiss it better?’ he teases, gaze flicking upwards to meet your own.

Your breath catches. There are a solid few seconds of you staring: eyes, lips, hands, before you quickly pull your hand away to your chest, flustered.

‘I– I'm good,’ you utter, vision averted to anywhere other than his smirking face.

‘Alright then. Do you need me to take over, or…?’ he asks, gesturing to the half-peeled potato on the counter.

‘Oh! Thanks, but I've got it now, don't worry,’ you reassure, with a small, appreciative pat on his arm as you get up to make your way over to the counter.

Your skin still tingles ever so slightly with the warmth from his palms. You spare a moment to wonder whether he realises the effect he has on you, before quickly shaking those thoughts from your head.

Mark goes back to his plans, marking out paths and points on his diagram and listing off escape routes, when it occurs to you what had sidetracked your attention in the first place.

Oh no.

It is going to be a long couple of days.

[marcspectorstannie]

𖧷Kiss confession𖧷(engineer!mark x reader)

Summary: Mark tries to admit his feelings for you but fails

Warnings: none that i remember, didn't really proofread

An: dropping this while I continue the Yancy oneshot

Being stuck on a large spaceship with Mark wasn't something you had thought of. But it gave you the chance to make a new friend that could keep your company in the odd silent moments of the ship. He knew how to make you laugh when you were sad, make you question your friendship, even your sanity. You've been holding on for a few months, but the past few days... Mark had been acting different.

"Hey, Capt- Y/n, you said to not call you captain. I was wondering if you could help me with something? It shouldn't take long" You nodded and followed him to the warp core hallway. He didn't open the door to the warp core, he kinda just, stood there? You watched his fingers pick at the material on his gloves as he avoided eye contact with you. Why was he so nervous? "So, what's up? " you asked in hopes he would finally say something. After what felt like ages, Mark finally looked at you. "Right um, I actually didn't need anything. I just wanted to say hi,that's all." He awkwardly chuckled. This wasn't like him. Usually he'd get straight to the point and drag on for 15 minutes about another topic. "Alright what's wrong, I've known you for almost half a year.Just say it,whatever it is won't change my perspective of you." He sighed and looked back at the floor and his boots. He could feel his face getting hotter just thinking about it. What if you didn't think of him the same way and ruin your friendship? Even worse, what if you completely hate him after this? Suddenly you grabbed his hand after see him pick the leather to death. "Mark" , he looked at you with the most lovestruck eyes. It was obvious at this point. "What's wrong? You can tell me, ok?"

Mark only focused on your face and your hand on his. As much he wanted to get out of this situation, he didn't want this moment to end. "You have really nice eyes-uh, I didn't mean to say that, I meant that you're really pretty-not pretty like- not that you aren't pretty your gorgeous! What I meant was that I think your--" He hadn't even noticed you got closer to him. And you kissed him. It was quick but he got the point. His eyes looked the most relaxed they've even been ever since boarding the ship. A giant wave of confidence came over him and pulled you back into a longer kiss. His hand traveled to your waist, not wanting you to move away. Mark cursed his need for air and pulled away after what felt like hours.

"So, what was it you needed to tell me? " You teased him, knowing he was still shaken up. "I think you know, Captain"

[redskull199987]

Mr. I can't shoot

The Colonel x male!reader

Word count:0.5k

Warnings:guns, cursing, shooting animals. I have no idea how rifles work, if u know, pls tell me

Summary: You and the Colonel try to shoot some birds, things don't go exactly as planned...

Masterlist

"It's bloody useless", I mumbled, lowering the rifle, that the Colonel had handed me,"I will never shoot somesthing, Colonel"

I sat back down and handed him his weapon. He took it gently and smiled at me:"You just need practice"

"No, it's useless", I insisted. We had been sitting in the Gardens of the manor for hours now, trying to shoot some birds, but it seemed hopeless. Every time we finally saw a bird, I missed it. Every.God.Damn.Time.

I was pulled out of my thoughts, as I felt how the Colonel patted my shoulder:"Come on, lad. We'll find some better place"

He started marching away, before I could say anything. Reluctantly, I followed him.

After a few minutes of just helplessly wandering around, The Colonel stopped. Being as clumsy, as I was, I promptly walked into him and stumbled to the ground. The Colonel turned around and looked at me for a second before throwing his head back and laughed heartily. 

I felt a blush creeping up my neck, as he held out his hands to help me up. He patted me on the shoulder again and smiled, before handing me the rifle.

"So, now let's practice your aiming", he said. I nodded and raised the rifle. It felt heavy in my hands. The Colonel looked at me, Brows raised.

"My My, Y/N that is not how you hold a rifle. No wonder why you keep missing.", he chuckled.

I blushed at his words and lowered the rifle again:"It's like I said, I'm a hopeless case"

The Colonel laughed again:"You may be miserable, but not helpless. Here, let me show you"

He hesitantly stepped closer to me and adjusted my pose, until I was standing correctly. I saw him grin, as he softly grabbed my arms and pulled them up into the right position. 

"And now...", he mumbled and stepped behind me. I felt how his arms came around me and grabbed my hands. Together ,we raised the rifle.

"Let's shoot some birds together", he mumbled. I could feel his breath on my cheek, felt his heartbeat on my back. He was completely calm, ready to shoot. We waited for a few seconds, until we heard the chirping and bickering of a few birds, that came into our view.

"Careful now", the Colonel whispered, as he guided my hands, while aiming. I sucked in a deep breath, scared to fuck it up, but then I felt the Colonel pull the trigger and then...

I heard the squeaking of the birds and saw how one of them crashed to the ground.

"We did it!!!", I yelled and turned aound a huge grin on my face. 

"You did it", The Colonel smiled before engulfing me in an enormous hug. I giggled as we jumped around in happiness. I did it. I finally did it. I wasn't a hopeless case.

"Careful!", The Colonel laughed, but it was already to late. Not watching where we were going, the two of us tumbled over a few flowers and fell to the ground. I expected to harshly hit the ground, but the impact never came, but instead I felt how the Colonel's arms wrapped around me and he pulled me against his chest. I landed softly. 

I looked up and saw the Colonel smiling at me:"You did good, really good"

I blushed again:"Thanks"

"Now, come on", he mumbled and got up,"Let's go find your trophy"

[cleake]

Dancing with the egos

Engineer:

The song - Thus Always To Tyrants https://youtu.be/ChVV5EVL4W4

-He’s very happy to dance with you, even if he’s not the best at it

-He doesn’t really have time for dancing, he’s very busy with the ship and everyone inside it, he’s the head engineer, after all!

-But when you, his Captain offer a dance, he can’t decline, it’s a break for both of you from everything outside 

-He’s going to try his best to not look funny, kinda nervous at the beginning, but you loose him up by doing some dumb things yourself for him

-A lot of laughs, you both hold hands and spin around each other, you both feel happy and free with one another

-You hold hands all the time, jumping together, spinning and swinging together

-Mark looks at you with happiness in his eyes, he loves how much you do for him, even those stupid and dumb things matter to him

-When you get closer Marks eyes , focused on you, soften with love and appreciation, how much he wanted this moment to last forever

-But he knew it will not, soon you both will go to your jobs

-With last notes of music in the air Mark looks at you with a smile

-“Would you want to do it again, some other time?”

Yancy:

The song - Je Te Laisserai Des Mots https://youtu.be/mcdO9UP0hp8

-He’s in love with music, dancing and theatre art in general, even if he doesn’t look like it

-In prison there’s not a lot of opportunities to have a pleasure of dancing without others looking at you a bit weirdly 

-Yancy likes to dance a lot, but doesn’t do it in front others that much so when you ask him for a dance he’s a little hesitant at first

-But he gives in, he can’t resist it

-Yancy can do a lot of different kinds of dances styles, but for your comfort he chooses a slow dance, something nice and relaxing, he needs some peace 

-He holds you close but not too close to not make you uncomfortable, he looks at you with a smile on his face

-Both of you hold hands, one pair higher then the other one, swinging and pacing in circles together

-Yancy is so happy because of this, he’s happy to dance, especially with you

-Everything is at peace, none of you cares of others but yourselves 

-At the end Yancy will spin you around and smile at you, nodding softly 

-“Youse is a good dancer, we should do it more often, if youse want to”

Dark:

The piece - Pas De Deux https://youtu.be/LP_us9dTj5g

-Dark spend a lot of time alone, with no other human connection, no one to talk to, to touch and feel together at peace

-He started to hate everything that included other people, so dancing is a struggle for him

-But he likes music, especially classical music, it calms him and brings some comfort, sometimes he hums to himself tunes of his favorite pieces

-When you reach out to him and ask for a dance he’s more than uncomfortable, but your charm and kindness pressure him on agreeing 

-His choice of music is for his comfort mainly, but he also wants to spend more time with you, to feel together with you

-He’s elegant, distant and professional, he’s leading you, spinning you around and leading you in specific directions

-After some time he’ll loosen up and be more confident in his movements, maybe a smile will appear on his lips

-He pulls you closer to him after one of spins and looks at you, admiring every inch of your face, swinging a little bit 

-Holding hands together and joining your fingers together Dark puts his chin on your shoulder and closes his eyes, music starting to fade away

-“This moment is what I needed for so long”

Actor:

The piece - Once Upon A December https://youtu.be/NPw0EAXu-bY

-The charmer, he’s an excellent dancer, you can’t deny it

-He loves to show off, especially in front of you, he needs your validation and affection 

-He is the one to offer dance, with his boldness within him

-He holds you close to him, one hand in yours the other on your waist, he leads you, sometimes dropping you in one direction, still holding your hand and spinning you back to him

-He makes you bring yourself even closer to him, your chest meeting his, you can feel his heart beating 

-He waltz’s with you in slow manner, sometimes spinning you and leaning close to him

-His eyes watch you, taking your every move in, he doesn’t want to miss anything

-He danced with a lot of people, but you made it more special for him, more intimate and delicate, nothing forced or fake

-Your every move was so satisfying for him, even if you aren’t the best dancer in the world, he sees you as one

-He feels almost shy because of your perfection, he can’t believe it

-He ends the dance leaving a light brush of his lips on your hand

-“I haven't met such a good dancer in a long time”

Illinois:

The song - Apocalypse https://youtu.be/GGfWuK-fZYM

-You want to dance with him, hmm? Oh he knows his charm is working on you

-He’s more than happy to accept your offer

-He takes your hand in his and puts his other on your back, pulling you closer to him

-With a smile he begins to swing with you, pacing around in circles

-He’s very slow but present in the moment, his movements getting you both closer and closer to each other 

-He delicately spins you around to meet again with your eyes, his hand brought up to meet your cheek with his fingers

-Every step is slow and almost non exiting, you both end up swinging in one place, just being with one another

-Illinois is entirely yours in this moment, and only you exist for him now, no one else matters

-He can’t help but put his head on your shoulder, feeling your nice warmth 

-He ends with a smirk and wink towards you

-“Maybe we should do this more often”

Damain: 

The piece - The Swan https://youtu.be/Al6EZm6Bf3c

-He’s so delicate, his every touch feels so lightly and almost unreal

-From the beginning, taking your hand his fingers wrap around your wrist almost not touching your skin

-He asks for permission to put his hand on your back, his other hand holding yours higher

-He’s an amazing dancer, very detailed and free, he with no problem leads you around the room, making you feel light as a feather 

-After spinning you he meets your eyes with a smile, meanwhile dancing he’ll ask some questions and talk with you occasionally 

-He’s very patient, his hands holding you so softly, it feels so nice when he holds your hand

-He takes every moment of this dance for himself, he wants to remember it for a long time

-You look so perfect to him, so peaceful and elegant, he can’t believe you’re real

-He bows at you at the end

-“It was a pleasure to dance with you”

Wilford:

The song - Let’s Groove https://youtu.be/SUvMQrTvnvo

-Oh he’s perfect, have you seen him dance?

-This man can do anything and will if he wants to and he wants to dance with you

-He is very lively so you may be a little ashamed of yourself because Wil is so confident 

-Don’t worry, he’s gonna help you with everything 

-He’ll start by holding your hand and doing little moves, nothing special, and encourage you to do the same

-After some time, when you feel more comfortable he’ll move more getting to himself, walking behind you and peeking through your shoulder at your face 

-He’ll hold your hand, spinning you lightly, sometimes he’ll get closer to you and put his hand on your back swinging with you

-He’ll move away from you to get closer again while moving his shoulders and legs 

-He’ll get behind you, holding your hands

-He wants you to have a good time, to enjoy it, he’s enjoying it very much!

-“Wasn’t that fun, eh friend? Let’s do it again!”