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Iplier Egos Head Cannon - What Song in "Encanto" Did They Get Emotional During?

Darkiplier

Surface Pressure

Deep down he really does care about his “brothers”

He thinks he needs to keep up the tough guy act to make them think he isn’t afraid

He is

He REALLY is

He’s worried about the space/time continuum, keeping order, and making sure the ipliers’ existence stays a secret

He tries not to let the others see the tears that involuntarily start to fall as Louisa sings about her struggles as the strongest sister

Wilford

He probably heard all of the songs before watching the movie

He wouldn’t really cry for any of them in particular (feeling that he doesn’t necessarily relate to any of them)

However

He would look at certain egos to watch their reactions during different songs

He would notice the small things that happen and slowly learn more about his “brothers” based on the musical numbers and their lyrics

After the movie, he’d probably go and visit the egos that had the worst reactions (who got the most emotional or those who would straight up leave the room)

He did get a little bothered listening to “Dos Oruguitas” though

He didn’t get emotional per say

But watching Pedro die with the love song in the background kinda reminded him of when he lost Celine

Fortunately, he opted not to dwell on it too much

Actor

Waiting On A Miracle

This boy is INSECURE because of his breakup with Celine

Is he good enough?

Has he done enough?

Is he really worthy of anything?

He wants to be better

He wants his life to be better

But everything seems to slip through his fingers, coming back to resent him later on

He just wants someone to open their eyes and see that he’s worth their time, even if that person is Dark

Mirabel dancing on screen, singing about how she wished to be noticed as part of the family, made Actor tear up, wiping them away before someone could see them

Eventually, it got to be too much (especially seeing how Mirabel was pushed away by her family after trying to help them) and he left the room, using the excuse of getting more snacks

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he had a silent breakdown

Googleplier

Surface Pressure

I can’t really hear Louisa sing “I’m pretty sure I’m worthless if I can’t be of service” without thinking about Google and his first objective

Yes, his secondary objective is relatively important, but the first one is.. Well it’s his PRIMARY objective

If he can’t do anything other than hurt people, then what is the point of him being there?

His optics widen and his mechanical heart speeds up

“How do you feel?” survey pops up and he clicks on one

“I’m in this picture and I don’t like it”

Bingiplier

What Else Can I Do?

He’s imperfect

That’s all I really need to say, but I’ll continue

He’s always compared to Google and he knows deep down that he’s worth more than his search bar abilities

He doesn’t want to be perfect like Google

He just wants to be himself, which is hard when everyone is always doting on him for every mistake he makes

Isabella creating spiky plants and beautiful flowers in front of him makes his optics widen and he slowly smiles, feeling an odd mixture of happiness and sadness as he watches her accept her imperfections in spite of her family’s expectations

Dr. Iplier

He doesn’t really get emotional during the songs

However

When it’s revealed that Bruno has been shunned by his family because of his gift, he smiled sadly

“How unfortunate,” he thought, “for someone to be abandoned because of something uncontrollable and never be spoken of again for fear of taboo”

He’s seen patients in the hospital who never have anyone visit them

He always feels sad when he finds out that someone has been abandoned

He secretly makes trips to animal shelters for that reason, to visit the abandoned animals and give them some love

He gets happy again when Bruno is reunited with his loved ones who welcome him back with open arms

Yandereplier

Dos Oruguitas

He wouldn’t relate to any of the English songs enough to have a real reaction

He gets emotional during certain parts of the movie because he recognizes a lot of what’s going on in the Madrigal family (Toxic family roles and stuff like that)

He feels bad for the characters (especially Mirabel and Bruno)

But when “Dos Oruguitas” starts playing and we find out the heartbreaking truth behind Abuelo Pedro’s death

WHOOOO BOY the tears start FLOWING

He hates to imagine the pain Abuela went through, losing the love of her life

Yandere, being a very romantic man, can’t stand the thought of his own senpai leaving him

Like, she’s everything to him!

He’d become very protective of her after watching this movie, afraid of anyone taking her away from him

He’s fine with the movie though, loves the music for the most part

Yancy

Friggin ALL OF THE SONGS

He loves music and finds each of them so amazing

He also kinda relates to each of the English sung songs in their own way (except “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”)

WOAM: The want to be extraordinary and help others

SP: The need to be the tough one and look out for his fellow prisoners and weaker “brothers”

WECAD: The want to live life how he wants without being the picture perfect civilian that the world wants him to be

He thinks very highly of this movie and loves it to bits

He does eventually become frustrated with how often “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” gets sung by people both online and in real life

Like, he gets that it’s a catchy song, but still, give it a break

Illinois

Waiting On A Miracle

Yes, Illinois is a special adventurous and flirtatious boy

But not everything is really as it seems with him

His whole “Everyone falls in love with me” act is a facade

He’s trying to convince himself that he’s loved / cared about by someone

He took up adventuring to be different

To be a conversation starter

To be interesting so that somebody

ANYBODY

Would look his way and want to be around him

After all..

He wasn’t special or cool enough growing up to have many / any friends

He sees way too much of himself in Mirabel and ends up leaving the group for a few minutes to cry in the bathroom

Engineer Mark

Waiting On A Miracle

What else needs to be said?

If given pictures of Engineer and Mirabel everyone would say they were the same image

Insecure

Feels unwanted

Wants to be impressive and help those around him with his talents and ideas

Hides behind a false persona of happiness

THEY

ARE

THE

SAME

PERSON

He’s close to leaving the room but stays put, activating his space helmet which is also soundproof so no one can see / hear him start to cry

Poor man can’t hear “Waiting On A Miracle” without having a breakdown

#iplier egos #markiplier egos #headcannons #encanto #head engineer mark x reader #googleplier #dr iplier #yanderiplier #darkiplier #wilford motherloving warfstache #markiplier wilford #illinois jones #movie night #yancy #ahwm yancy #bingiplier #Actor Mark #encanto headcanons #encanto disney

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Markiplier x Teen!Adopted!Daughter!Reader - I'm Right Here

(Part 2 of “Take Your Time”)

Requested by: daysgobyinhereyes

-------- (Y/n)’s POV)

Looking around, everything was blurry and white. I couldn’t understand where I was or what was happening. Sirens sounded from far away and blue and red colored lights started to appear in the distance. Concerned and muffled voices spoke outside of the white wall that obscured my vision.

I couldn’t understand them, but I could tell they were just as afraid as I was, though I didn’t know why.

Three blurry figures rose beside me, their voices concerned but inaudible to me. They turned to me, seemingly wondering what I thought of the situation. I didn’t reply and only stared at them, wondering who they were. They were small childlike beings with no discernible traits other than different sizes of hair that blended in with their figures. From what I could somewhat see, I assumed there were two boys and one girl in this place with me.

The white wall suddenly opened, the sound of a zipper present as a new figure appeared in my sight. “We need to go.” The figure spoke, her voice echoey and muffled. I was finally able to recognize her as female. She motioned for us to follow her, and we all got up and left the room, now revealed to be a tent. The blurry woman urged us forward and I struggled to keep up with her and the others.

I heard shouts behind us and I looked back in time to see a blinding light overwhelm my eyesight. I tripped over something in front of me and I was quickly grabbed by someone who ran behind me. Upon hearing my cry of alarm, the blurry woman halted, and her eyes widened, seemingly not knowing what to do. Then with a soft, “I’m sorry”, she disappeared into the woods with the other three. I cried out for her with my own inaudible voice before I was quickly dragged backward, the light once again overtaking my vision.

I awoke with a start, a small yelp of alarm escaping my mouth. I was back in my room at Mark’s house. I put a hand over my racing heart but was shocked to see it shaking. ‘A nightmare..’ I thought, my breathing slowing down to an appropriate pace. ‘I can’t accurately remember the last time I had one of those.’

I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and my door opened to reveal a panicked Markiplier standing in the entrance. “(Y/n), are you okay? I heard you yell.” I blushed in embarrassment. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just.. had a nightmare, that’s all.” Mark came closer and sat on the edge of my bed. “Do you want to talk about it, kiddo?”

I looked at him, the dark circles under his eyes noticeable even in the dark room we were in. “If I’m being honest, I’m not entirely sure what it was about, so talking about it probably wouldn’t help. Sorry..” As I said this, I looked over at the clock. I frowned, realizing it read one in the morning.

Mark nodded, covering his mouth as he yawned, “Alright. Remember that I’m here if you want to talk.” I nodded and he leaned over, giving me a warm hug. I returned the gesture after a moment of hesitation and he left the room, closing the door behind him.

I looked down again, the guilt of bothering him sending an uncomfortable chill down my spine. Mark had been so busy these past few days, and I felt awful that I just seemed to be another problem interrupting his work. That new interactive adventure he was working on, as exciting as the concept was, it took a toll on him, whether he acknowledged it or not. Laying down and closing my eyes once more, I prayed that there wouldn’t be any more nightmares waiting for me in the dreamscape.

(Time skip a few weeks later)

There hadn’t been any nightmares since that night, but the memory still remained. I tried not to let it bother me, but the unanswered questions in my mind were driving me nuts. Who were those other people? Why did the police show up? What grabbed me in the darkness? Why did the woman leave? Why did they look familiar? Unfortunately, I didn’t have and could find the answers to any of these queries.

Mark, by this point, had finally finished the script for “In Space With Markiplier” and was able to focus on regaining a normal sleep schedule and making up for lost time with Chica and I. It was fun to see him outside of his office after such a long time, but even so, I felt bad about all the times I had interrupted him during the writing process of his big project. He probably would’ve been out quicker if it wasn’t for me.

I shook my head, trying to get those kinds of words out. “Stop being so stupid, you don’t know what would or wouldn’t have happened so stop blaming yourself.” I thought, my eyes rolling in annoyance at the sheer (Y/n)-ness my thoughts had turned into for a second. Mark had told me before that he didn’t mind taking small breaks, even if it was to check up on me. He had even said that if I hadn’t woken up from the nightmare, he might’ve pulled an all-nighter and forgotten to sleep at all. It turns out that he had realized how tired he was and had gone to bed soon after making sure I was okay.

Chica walked over to me, her tail wagging happily as I gently scratched behind her floppy ear. “I know that you missed dad too, didn’t you, Chica-Beeka? Aren’t you glad he’s done writing that long video script?” I said in a goofy voice and as I knelt down, she started to lick my face in reply. “Ack! No!! Stop!! Back you foul beast!!” Chica knocked me over as she continued her merciless assault. I played dead but instead of just stopping or finding Mark, she just plopped down on top of me with a tired huff.

Mark, who had just entered the room, got to witness this interaction and started laughing his butt off. “FATHER!!” I cried, my voice muffled from underneath the floof. “HELP ME!”

“What?”

“HELP ME!”

“Sorry, I can’t understand you. What?”

“I said, help me!”

“Stinky feet? You dare insult our dearest Chica by saying that she has stinky feet? For shame, (Y/n). For shame. As punishment you shall have to stay under your furry prison until it decides to move.”

“TRAITOR!!!”

“Fare thee well, daughter. I goeth to play the things known as “Video Games”.” Mark said dramatically and I managed to get my head out from underneath Chica, watching him start to leave the room. “Beeka? You want a treat?” The golden retriever stood up immediately and bounded off toward the kitchen. Mark looked back at me with a playful pout. “You’re no fun.”

“You’re the one who left me to die.” I said with an equally playful yet sassy tone. “That’s it, young lady, you’re in trouble now.” said my dad, who ran toward me as I tried to follow our dog. “NOOOOO!!!” He caught me in his arms and we tumbled to the floor as he started ferociously tickling me. I could hardly breathe as I laughed, and his own goofy laughter only added to the hilarity.

When Mark finally stopped, I started to catch my breath and I looked up at him, seeing his smiling face. “I am so glad I adopted you.” He murmured softly, helping me up and giving me a warm hug. Chica came back from the kitchen, curious about the commotion and bothered by her lack of treats. Upon seeing the family cuddles, she jumped in between us, wagging her tail and effectively hitting Mark and I in the face a bunch of times.

“Agh no! She’s too good! Chica! You’re too good!” Mark cried out, coughing to get rid of the stray dog hairs that had invaded his mouth. I had begun laughing again, my mind blissfully distracted for a bit as I watched Chica begin her lick assault on my father. Quickly getting up from my position on the floor, I entered the kitchen and retrieved a dog treat. Chica, upon hearing the container open, came running to receive the long awaited goods.

Mark followed a few seconds after, first looking over at his dog munching away at the treat then at the stove top clock. “Ahh that was fun. Too bad It’s getting late. You ought to get to bed.” He commented, shifting his gaze back over to me. I nodded, recognizing that he was right. He gave me a hug and a pat on the back. “Sleep well, kiddo. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” With that, I retired to my room.

- Start of Dream -

I once again opened my eyes to a blurry scene. It was slightly dark, but I could make out some shapes nearby. They were the same figures from before! They were gathered around what looked like a table, with me at the head. I heard two voices coming closer, singing a familiar tune. I looked over to see a slightly blurry cake with what looked like five candles being brought in by the two blurry adults.

“Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, Dear (Y/n)! Happy Birthday to you!” They all sang, placing the cake in front of me. I had begun to smile, their faces becoming a bit clearer once I blew out the candles and some lights flipped on. The woman had black hair and pretty (e/c), the same eye color as mine. The man had tanish-gray hair and looked a bit older than the woman. He had bluish-gray eyes.

The younger figures were a bit closer so I looked at them next. The tallest looked to potentially be the oldest with dark brown hair and brown eyes. The second tallest had strawberry blonde hair and had a lot of freckles. His eyes were the same color as the woman’s. The last of the figures was quite a few inches smaller than the previous one. He had tanish-brown hair and the man’s blue-gray eyes which seemed to have a glow of mischief in them. But before I could fully process their faces, a loud noise sounded and I woke up.

- End of Dream -

I looked around my room, wondering what the cause of the disturbance was. Looking over toward my dresser, I noticed that a picture frame that had admittedly been in an unstable position had fallen over, thus making the loud noise. With an annoyed sigh, I looked over at my alarm clock, checking the time. “12:04 AM.” I thought, turning away from the device and closing my eyes.

“Happy Birthday to me..”

- timeskip -

It was in fact a big day and I had a blast. Mark, Amy, Ethan, Tyler, and I went to an amusement park and went to my favorite restaurant for dinner. When we got home, Mark and Amy surprised me with a delicious looking cake with the number 15 on it via two big number candles. They sang so nicely and I watched the flames on the candles burn. As they finished the song, I hesitantly blew out the candles as my vision suddenly went blurry. Mark placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay? Why are you crying? Do you not like it?”

Tears? Is that what was obscuring my vision? I wiped them away but more kept coming. “I don’t understand.. I’m so happy, so why am I crying?”

The Happy Birthday song rang in my ears, the voices of the people in my dream singing along. I let out a small laugh. How silly of me to get so emotional over a little thing like this. “Thank you both so much for this. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me.” I didn’t lie. I didn’t know how to tell them, and I didn’t even understand why.

Mark and Amy gave me a big hug and I relished in the affection. I don’t know if they knew this, but it was exactly what I needed at that moment. I already saw Amy as my mother-figure and Mark was my dad, so in that moment it was like we were a real family. “I love you guys..” I murmured softly and they smiled, Amy wiping away one of my stray tears. “We love you too.”

Later that night, Amy had gone home and Mark came to check up on me when I was already in bed. “Hey, kiddo. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” I nodded and smiled at him, sitting up in bed. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He frowned slightly. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that I’m a bit worried because you started crying earlier.” I realized what was bothering him and I climbed out of bed and quickly hugged him.

“Dad! I promise I’m okay! I just got a bit emotional. That’s all.” Mark nodded and hugged me back. “D-do you want to talk about it?” I frowned a little and I looked down, but knew that it might help to talk it out. It usually does. “I.. have been having dreams lately..” Mark led me to my bed and sat next to me. “What are they about?”

“I keep dreaming of some family I don’t think I’ve ever met before..” Mark’s eyes widened slightly and he looked at me. His eyes looked a bit worried though his face looked curious. “What.. What do you dream about them?” I frowned and looked down. “The first time, it was them being chased down by the police and I got taken away from them.. The next time, this morning actually, they were celebrating my birthday and singing to me. I don’t know if that’s why I got emotional when you and Amy sang, but.. It’s what happened..” Mark hugged me close and I could hear his heartbeat. It was faster than normal. “I’m so sorry. Do these dreams bother you at all?” I nodded slightly. “A little bit.. I don’t remember these people at all, but they feel so familiar to me. I don’t know how to feel when I have one of these dreams.” Mark gently rubbed my back and his voice was slightly hesitant as he spoke. “Is it possible.. Um.. is it possible these dreams aren’t actually dreams?”

I looked up at him, “What?” Mark looked away, almost seeming nervous. “I’ve read, and have heard, that sometimes dreams can actually be suppressed memories.. So.. that family..” My eyes widened, “They might be, like, my biological family?” Mark nodded, but his eyes looked sad. “Yeah.” He looked at me again. “Do you remember anything before you were put in the orphanage? Any people or events?” I shook my head. “No.. I don’t really remember much if anything from before my time as an orphan. I don’t even know how I got there.”

Mark nodded and took a deep breath. “If.. if it wouldn’t bother you, could you tell me about that first dream of yours? The one about the police?” I frowned and looked away and he panicked. “It’s okay if you don’t want to! I don’t want to force you into anything!” I shook my head and smiled at him reassuringly. “No no! It’s not that. I do want to tell you, it’s just that.. It was a weird dream and I’m still processing this theory of ours.”

Mark nodded and I took a deep breath before starting to talk again. “We were in a forest. It was night time and I assume we were in a tent. There were three other kids in the tent with me. Red and Blue lights came and all of us kids were forced to run into the woods with a woman. I tripped and the woman left me behind, taking the other three with her while I was suddenly dragged backwards. That’s when I woke up.”

Mark was silent for a minute as he processed the information I had given him. He then frowned. “I think, if that was actually a memory of yours, that was how you were taken away from your parents. I suspect that’s also why you start panicking when you think you’ve been left behind. You were traumatized by that woman, your mother, abandoning you when you were younger.” I blinked. He was right. There was no other real explanation for my fear that made sense for me. I looked at Mark. “But then why did she abandon me? I assume the red and blue lights were police lights, but if that was the case, why did she run? Was she a criminal or something?”

Both of us said nothing before he spoke up. “I.. don’t have a solid answer for you. I’d hate to think that was the real reason police would show up to a campsite like that, but.. It’s a possibility.” I sighed softly but then smiled at him. “Well then, I guess I got an upgrade parental wise.” Mark couldn’t help but smile and he hugged me. “I love you, kiddo.”

“I love you too.” I murmured, hugging him back with a smile. Mark looked at the clock and sighed. “Alright. As much as I love talking to you, it’s gotten a bit late and I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit tired from all the fun we had today.” Right on cue, I yawned and Mark laughed. “I knew it!” I couldn’t help but giggle when he said that. “Alright.. Do you feel better now?”

I nodded and he gave my hand three squeezes. I Love You.

I squeezed back four times. I Love You Too.

Smiling, he got up off of the bed. “Alright then. Have a good night. Sleep well, (Y/n).” I smiled up at him. “You too, dad.” She smiled and nodded, walking out of the room with a final look back, speaking once more before leaving. “Happy Birthday.” When he was finally gone I frowned and looked down. The conversation we just had weighed slightly on my mind. What Mark said made sense, but it was a little difficult for me to wrap my head around. The logic was there, but I wanted more answers. I didn’t want “what ifs”, I’d prefer to have the entire story.

But I couldn’t.

I didn’t know where my biological family was. I didn’t know why they left nor why the police were there. It shouldn’t concern me as much as it was, but I understood that maybe there were some things that would have to remain unknown. With a sigh, I tucked myself in and closed my eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep.

(timeskip)

It had been three months since my birthday, and that was the last time I had one of those dreams. Life had been very good, and the concepts Mark and I talked about that night didn’t really bother me anymore. Right now, I was laughing with him about the stupidity that ensued during his latest charity live-stream. He and the other guys had made a ton of meals that were to be donated to a charity food pantry. We were there now, dropping it off.

“I got so worried when Ethan almost dropped that whole bowl of dough, but did you see the way it flipped??” I laughed as Mark recounted a hilarious moment when Ethan ended up flipping a bowl of pasta dough and catching it after he almost dropped it to the floor. “I know right? The chat was going crazy!” We continued talking as we finished placing the food in the pantry and my laughter died down as I looked to my side and I spotted a man and a woman receiving some food from the pantry workers.

No.. It couldn’t be. Could it?

It was them, albeit a bit older, but I’d recognize them anywhere. They were the man and woman from my dream memories. Mark noticed my distractedness and followed my gaze, his eyes found the man and woman and he looked back at me. “Do you know them?” I frowned but didn’t take my eyes off of them. “From my dream.. It’s them.” Mark’s eyes widened and he looked back at the man and woman.

The woman suddenly looked in our direction and her eyes widened. I nervously looked away, fearing that I had creeped her out. Mark asked if I wanted to talk to her and I wasn’t sure what to say. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and when I looked in it’s direction, I saw the woman. “Excuse me,” she spoke, her voice tender and gentle, as if talking to a child, which in a way, she was. “What’s your name?”

I took a shaky breath and looked toward Mark who just nodded and looked away. He wouldn’t look at me. “I’m.. My name is (Y/n). What’s yours?” The woman’s eyes widened again and they began to brim with tears. “It’s you.. It’s really you, isn’t it?” I felt myself getting emotional as well, but tried to hide it. “Do I know you? I feel as though I do, but I’m not entirely sure.”

“(F/n), come here! She’s here! We’ve found our (Y/n)!” The man came over and his eyes widened. “My dear, are you sure?” I looked back over at Mark to see him busy himself on his phone, his foot tapping against the ground slightly. I didn’t know what to do. “I’ve been having dreams.. About you two and three other kids. Or at least, people who looked like you.” The man and woman smiled kindly. “Your brothers and sister. Yes.. they are real.”

I looked down, not sure where to begin. The woman, my mother, moved to hug me but I instinctively took a step back. “H-hold on a second. Then if those dreams were actually memories, then I have questions that need answered.” The woman stopped and the man put his arm around her, nodding. I took a deep breath and began.

“I-In the forest.. We were in a tent, and the police showed up. Why? Are you two..” I trailed off for a moment, worried about continuing this train of thought. “Criminals?” My father looked away and frowned and my mother shook her head. “No. We weren’t… not really.” She trailed off looking a bit guilty. “Then why were the police showing up at the campsite?”

“We were.. Behind on a lot of payments and we had already gotten a notice.. We struggled to get enough money to pay our debt off, but it wasn’t enough and the IRS sent the police after us. They were sent to bring you and your siblings to the orphanage that you no doubt were sent to after you were taken.” My father spoke up and I frowned. “Which brings up another question. Why was I the only one left behind to be taken away?”

My mother looked incredibly sad as she voiced the reason. “You tripped and fell. If I stopped to pick you up, then your brothers and sister would be taken too. I couldn’t risk it so, regretfully, I had to leave you behind. I didn’t want to, I promise you that. My heart broke when the officer caught you and I was forced to run.” My eyes filled with tears and I nodded in understanding. As much as it hurt to know the truth that I had to be “sacrificed” for the good of the majority, I also was glad it happened. After all, if I wasn’t taken away, I likely wouldn’t have met Mark.

“As much as I hate that it happened that way, mainly because it gave me some.. issues, I’m happy to know the full story. I’m glad I finally got to meet you two.” The smiles that graced their faces brought an amazing amount of joy to my heart and I couldn’t help but smile back. I didn’t lie either. I really was happy to meet my biological parents. Then their next words made my smile vanish and my heart nearly stop.

“Do you.. Want to live with us again?” My eyes went wide. “W-what?” My father spoke up. “We’re better off now. We’re not the most wealthy people out there, but we’re able to stand on our own two feet so that’s good enough. We can finally support our family and we’d like you to join us.” My head was spinning with the force of this question. They looked so hopeful that I would say yes. I looked back at Mark, wondering how he was reacting to this. He was still on his phone, but I could see that something was wrong with him.

He was upset, but was trying not to show it.

I turned back to my parents and spoke up. “Listen.. You both are so sweet and I’m happy to have met you, but..” I looked away, trailing off. My mother looked a little upset by my answer but smiled in understanding. “That man over there.. He’s your guardian, isn’t he?” She guessed correctly and I smiled a little, nodding. “I only just met you two.. I can’t just abandon him for people who are essentially strangers to me.” I could hear a slight gasp from behind me and I knew that Mark heard me. “But hey,” I continued, taking out my phone. “Let’s keep in touch.”

That brought a smile to my mother’s face and we exchanged numbers. “I’ll see you both around, right?” They nodded and upon seeing their anxious looks, I gave them both hugs. “Until we meet again.” I murmured, smiling at them before turning and quickly going to Mark’s side. “Are you ready to go?” He nodded and as we started walking back to the car, he spoke up again.

“Are.. are you sure about your decision? I mean, they’re your real family.” His eyes were slightly filled with tears as I looked at him and I wrapped my arm around his torso in a side hug, smiling up at him. “What are you talking about? Yeah, they were my first family, but you’re my new family. You saved me from the orphanage and you helped me overcome a lot of my social anxieties. Do you hear me right now? I don’t stutter now. I can talk to people normally, and that’s thanks to you. You’re my dad, Mark, and I love you.”

Mark couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he hugged me and I hugged him back. “I love you too.. So much.. Is it selfish to say that I was scared that you would go with them?” I shook my head and grinned at him. “No, not at all. But you don’t need to worry anymore.” I gently squeezed his hand three times. “I’m right here.” Mark smiles, tears rolling down his cheeks as I led him to the car, both of us finally ready to go home, together.

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heading to my high school graduation!!

Here's what the top of my decorated cap looks like!!

#Class of 2023 #Graduation #Graduate #Dragon Ball #Shannon #Loyalty Creativity Bravery #my art #own art #graduation cap #grad cap decoration

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Heading to My Senior Prom! Wish me luck!

#Prom #prom2023

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#WHY IS IT MOVING??#TELL ME WHY IT'S MOVING #IT'S TOO LATE FOR US!!!#BURN IT TO THE GROUND #GET THE HOT WATER #GET THE DISINFECTANT #GET THE IODINE #HECK #GET THE BLEACH

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Markiplier x Teen!Daughter!Reader - Not the Same

Requested by: Anonymous

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“Dad! The doll is right there! What are you doing??” Laughed (Y/n) as her father almost left his hiding space. “I have to get the mold thing up there!” He exclaimed, moving Rose out from beneath the table and trying to run passed the enemy. His attempt was unsuccessful as it started laughing like a maniac and he started losing HP. “I tried to tell you earlier, there’s another way there, you just have to go the other way!”

“Agh, dang it. Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Mark grumbled as he moved Rose away. Chaos ensued as after he got around the doll, the giant mannequin burst through the door. “AGH NO!!!” Cried the older YouTuber as he had the girl hide under a table.

(Y/n) was laughing, Mark jokingly telling her to be quiet. She only shook her head and decided to look at chat. There were a few people commenting how Rose reminded them a bit of (Y/n). The girl was confused but opted to ignore them, turning back to watch the game.

Mark finally got out of the room, shouting at the dolls to stop their insulting yammering, and looked over at his daughter. “You okay?” She nodded her head, smiling reassuringly at him. “Yup, I’m fine, just thinking about something. Oh look! Michael’s back!” Indeed he was, writing glowing, worried words on the wall for Rose to read.

As they walked through the house of memories, the two players started to put pieces together. “Okay, I’m pretty sure at this point that Michael is actually Ethan.” Commented Mark and (Y/n) nodded again. “I would be shocked if he wasn’t.” After defeating the crazy ghost girl, they fell even deeper into the world after being pushed away from harm by a male figure.

Both father and daughter were shaking with excitement and the girl pointed at the screen. “THAT’S ETHAN!! WE CALLED IT!! THAT’S ETHAN!!” Mark, after calming down a bit, made his way through the familiar territory, (Y/n) once again looked at the chat. She frowned as there were multiple comments saying similar things to the previous one, but with a little more added on.

“CraZGurl: Awww Mark and (Y/n) are so cute around each other! Their bond is like Rose and Ethan’s relationship!”

“MuddBoi: @CraZGurl FR! They do give off those vibes, don't they?”

“MyMain6Channel: It’s like watching real life versions of Rose and Ethan! <3”

“BuddiBuddy: Adorable (OwO)”

(Y/n) wondered what made them think that and spoke up. “Chat, as flattering as it is that you think Dad and I act cute around each other, I can guarantee that we aren’t like Rose and her dad in the game so stop saying that.” Mark didn’t really understand what she was talking about, but decided to keep quiet.

As the coded father and daughter ran through a mold infested cavern and away from the final boss, the comments continued to grow with the same relative message. However, these words fell upon distracted ears as the real life duo were off in their own little worlds. Mark’s mind was in auto pilot during the big fight and he just let his mind wonder.

“What would my life have been like if I never had a daughter?”

(Y/n) pointed out small details and provided some help while a question of her own floated around in her head. ‘What would my life be like if Dad just disappeared from my life? What if my story really was like Rose’s? Dad has been to the hospital many times for things, but what if something finally killed him? What would happen to me?’ She shook her head. ‘No, you idiot, don’t think that way. He’s tough, and even if something did happen to him, his friends have always been willing to help him out so I’d be fine.’

Mark and (Y/n) both watched as Miranda was defeated, and Rose held her dying father. It was a very emotional moment, and both Fischbachs were sad. “I’m so very proud of you. I love you, Rose.” spoke Ethan and (Y/n) felt her own dad’s arm wrap around her, bringing her closer into a partial hug.

“I love you too, dad.”

(Y/n) subconsciously read those words out loud, her voice barely a whisper as the screen faded to white. She looked over to her right to see her dad was looking at her with a smile. He hugged her tight, and while sharing that moment with him, she looked over once again at the comment stream. With a sigh, she spoke loud enough to be heard while her face was basically pressed against Mark’s chest.

“Don’t say that chat. I don’t want to think about losing my dad.” Mark, hearing this, looked over and read the messages. So that’s what she had been thinking about. He gave his daughter a protective squeeze and glared goofily at the camera. “Yeah, guys. As you can see I’m perfectly fine. Unless I’m not and I’m a ghost. Oooooohhhhh~” He rebukingly teased before tickling (Y/n) and smiling when she burst into laughter.

Mark knew that if something happened to him, his friends or his mom would take care of his daughter. Yes, his body was a little messed up at times, but it had been a while since anything major happened, so he wasn’t too worried about it. For the time being however, while he was still relatively healthy, he’d happily spend as much time with his little girl as possible.

As the final cut scene played through and the credits rolled, the two Fischbachs talked about their favorite parts of the game. “I think there were a few aspects I would’ve liked to have been included in, but overall it was a good game.” Said Mark with a shrug and (Y/n) laughed.

“Yeah, you’re just disappointed that Big Waifu Lady Dimitrescu didn’t make an appearance and instead we were stuck with Smelly Mold Lady Miranda.” He playfully shoved her which made her giggle. “How dare you make such bold claims! I feel rather insulted!”

The previous comments had been almost forgotten as the father and daughter messed around both on and then off stream. They managed to score a good story for themselves in the real world, unlike their compared counterparts in the game, and that made them happy. Sure, worried thoughts lingered in the back of their minds, but at that moment, they didn’t matter. Mark and (Y/n) were a happy family, and to them that was all they could really ask for.

#Markiplier x reader #Markiplier x daughter reader #sfw #platonic #Resident Evil DLC #Rose #Ethan #fem reader #dauther!reader #Markiplier #Sprinkle of Angst #Fluff #requested #annonymous

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creat0r-cat · 1 year

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I found the second "Jo" in Josuke Higashikata's name!!!

Put his first name into Google translate. His name is literally two kanjis and it means "jojo" so his name is literally "jojo higashikata"

#diamond is unbreakable #jjba #season 4 #jjba season 4 #I FOUND THE SECOND JO #josuke joestar #josuke higashitaka

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creat0r-cat · 1 year

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I know it's a bit far fetched, but what if "The Wonderful World of Mickey Mouse" actually takes place in the Land of Forgotten Tunes?

[It's just a theory (A game/film theory) but have fun reading]

Okay, so in the Disney Games "Epic Mickey" and "Epic Mickey 2: The Power of Two", we see quite a few characters that aren't supposed to be in the normal world. Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Clara-bell Cow, Horace Horse Collar, and a few others can be seen walking the streets of "TWWOMM" but they make their own more memorable appearances in the Land of Forgetten Tunes as characters who were replaced and forgotten (no longer having hearts of their own). Oswald specifically was the original Mickey Mouse who's idea was stolen by one of Walt Disney's co-workers, but fortunately for Mr. Disney, he came up with the concept for our lovable Mouse and Oswald was quickly forgotten. He is a partial antagonist/protagonist in "Epic Mickey 1" and then is featured as a playable main character in "Epic Mickey 2". Recently, he showed up a few times in "TWWOMM" as a random cameo to some of Mickey Mouse's adventures.

The main issue is that Oswald, due to not having a heart, is unable to join his "brother", Mickey, in the real world. This means that Oswald never left his home with the other forgotten tunes, but if that's the case, then how is he joining Mickey and his friends out in the real world? It's impossible... unless Mickey and his friends are in the Land of Forgotten Tunes with him. My (and my brother's) theory is that "The Wonderful World of Mickey Mouse" takes place years in Disney's future when Mickey Mouse and his friends get boring to their audience and are replaced by new characters. They are forgotten, landing them in their new home along side the other old tunes. This way, they can play together forever along side the characters of Disney's past.

#epic mickey #oswald the lucky rabbit #mickey mouse #disney #disney theory #film theory #game theory #it makes sense #Just a theory #It's just a theory #the wonderful world of mickey mouse #Epic Mickey 2 #Theory

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creat0r-cat · 1 year

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Markiplier x Teen!Daughter!Anxious!Reader - Take Your Time

Requested by: daygobyinheryeyes

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(Mark’s POV)

I laughed with my friends as we finished up a collaboration video of Prop Hunt. “I can’t believe you didn’t see me!” Seán playfully yelled at Wade as he groaned in frustration. The Irishman had been disguised as a coaster and had hidden himself behind a door, making him virtually invisible even with the automated taunts the game provided. Bob was howling with laughter as he too had failed to spot him even when he was in the same room.

I cut my video off and logged off the game, staying in the discord video call as I did so. “Ahhh guys, that was so much fun.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. The others began chatting amongst themselves about the different rounds and I looked back as there was a knock at the door and it began to open, revealing a teenage girl, carrying a plate of food. The moment she realized I was on a video call, she slightly closed the door and waited for a signal.

“It’s okay, I’m not recording.” I told her and in a small, shaky voice she replied. “I made s-some lunch and you didn’t come down a-and then it got late so I made some more for you. S-sorry for interrupting your conversation.”

“Oh, thank you! I didn’t even realize the time.” I said, walking over and taking the delivery as she presented it. She never entered my room when I was on call as she was rather camera shy, but that didn’t really bother me. I gave her a partial hug and then, telling her I’d be downstairs soon, I walked back over to my desk and once again put on my headphones. “Who was that?” Asked Wade, who had apparently witnessed the interaction.

“Oh, that was (Y/n).” I said, looking up at the screen from where I was about to take a bite of food. “Who?” asked Bob and Seán, and then it was my turn to be confused. “I swear I told you guys about her. Did I seriously forget?”

“Yes! Who is she?” The three said and I placed a hand over my face, feeling stupid. “I really thought I told you guys. So.. um.. She’s kind of my adopted daughter.”

“No way!” Exclaimed Seán in shock. “You’re seriously a dad now?” I laughed softly, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah. I didn’t post about it on social media because I wasn’t even sure at first if I was going to find the right kid. I guess I just forgot about it after I adopted her.”

“You could’ve at least texted us about it.” Commented Bob who crossed his arms as I took a bite of food. “This is a pretty big deal, Mark. Does Amy know?”

“I was going to!” I said after swallowing. “I just forgot, and yes, Amy does know. I asked her how she felt about the idea before I went through with it.” Just then, someone new entered the chat. “Hey guys!” I recognized that higher pitched voice as I ate some more of my meal. “Hi Ethan!” Said Wade with a smile. “Did you know that Mark has a kid?”

“WHAT??” The younger male exclaimed which nearly burst my eardrums. “Mark, you never told me this! I thought we were friends!” He cried and I rolled my eyes dramatically. “Oh my gosh, you guys! I made one mistake and now my butt is being handed to me on a silver platter. What’s next, Tyler is gonna hop on and give me crap too?” And just like that, as if he had heard me, Tyler joined the group chat.

“Wow, is there a party going on here?” he said with a chuckle and before I could say anything, Ethan blurted out a loud, “MARK IS A DAD!” I watched Tyler’s face, which had just appeared in video form, contort into one of absolute shock. “I’m sorry, WHAT?!” I took another bite of food, letting out an exhale of frustration at how much the situation climaxed. “Why wasn’t I informed of this?” He demanded and Seán yelled out, “That’s what we’ve been saying!”

“You know, instead of giving me all this backlash about an honest mistake, I could just tell you what happened.” I said, wiping my mouth with a napkin and putting my dishes to the side. “I’ve got time.” Said Bob, checking his watch. “I’ve got nothing planned for the rest of the day.” Joined Seán, leaning forward in his chair and staring at the camera expectantly, like a little child waiting impatiently for a cookie. Wade, Tyler, and Ethan also agreed and I sighed again, getting more comfortable in my chair.

“Fine. You want to hear the story, then I’ll tell the story.”

(Flashback: Mark’s POV)

I had been thinking about adopting a child for quite a while. For what reason, I don’t really know. All I knew is that I wanted to have a kid. I already ran the idea by Amy and she also thought it was a good idea. I decided to look for either a boy or a girl, but not one too young that I’d have to take care of them 24/7. I didn’t feel ready for that kind of job, and honestly, I still don’t feel that way now.

I started looking around the area for orphanages that had open houses soon. I came across a few and did end up going to some of them. Unfortunately, I was rather disappointed by a lot of people I met. Don’t get me wrong, they were somewhat nice kids, but for one reason or another they weren’t what I was looking for.

I got to this one place, the “Los Angeles Sunnyside Orphanage”, and when I entered I could tell it might produce good results. Yes, there were some parts that could use some fixing up, but it seemed a lot friendlier than some of the other orphanages I had visited. So, naturally, I felt pretty good about my chances there.

When I walked around, there were a lot of kids running around and playing. I wasn’t sure who exactly to try and meet so I went to the orphanage director and started some interviews with the older kids. I think the age range I covered was twelve to sixteen, but I still wasn’t sure about any of them. At that point, my mind was starting to tell me I was being picky and that any of the kids would do just fine, but then I saw this girl on the other side of the room.

She was drawing, seeming to be focused on the picture rather than the other children. I knew I hadn’t spoken with her yet, because I didn’t recognize her, so I turned to the orphanage director curiously and pointed at the girl in question. “Who is she? Why isn’t she playing with the others?” “Her?” The director responded, adjusting his glasses and peering at the girl. “Ah, that’s (Y/n). She doesn’t really get along with the other children.” I frowned, “Is she a bad kid?”

“No, she’s just incredibly shy and I wouldn’t be surprised if she has social anxiety. Not that I’m trying to give her a diagnosis, it’s just my uneducated opinion.”

“How old is she?” I asked and the director hummed softly, scratching his head as he thought. “I believe she’s 14 years old.” She was within my age range so I decided to at least give her a chance. “Would I be able to get an interview with her?”

The director nodded and signaled for me to stay where I was while he got her. I watched as he got (Y/n)’s attention and gently told her that I wanted to meet her. She looked over at me and her eyes seemed to widen. As the two of them walked over to me, I noticed that she was shaking, looking down at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with me. The two of us were escorted into a much quieter room to talk and I smiled kindly at her when she sat down across from me.

“Hi there, (Y/n). How are you today?” She looked so nervous as she quietly murmured, “I’m alright. How are you?” This was progress. “I’m doing well, thanks for asking.” She nodded, looking up at me for a second before once again lowering her gaze. “I don’t bite, I promise.” I joked and a ghost of a smile formed on her lips.

Looking down, there were some papers on the table between us that were filled with questions. (Y/n)’s hand twitched a bit, looking like she was going to reach for them but was also hesitating. “Do you need to ask me anything?” I queried and she nodded, finally taking the papers. “S-sorry. I promise that I’ve done this before, but.. I’m just nervous.” she said softly and I nodded in understanding. “Hey, take your time. It’s okay to be nervous. You don’t know me and we’re stuck in a room together. I’d be nervous too if I were in your position.” She let out a small chuckle which made me smile.

“What’s your name?” She read, and I answered. “Mark Fischbach.” She paused for a second, seemingly thinking about something before continuing. “W-what do you do for a living and do you enjoy your job?”

“As silly as it sounds, I make videos on YouTube for people to watch. It’s my dream job and I love it a lot.” (Y/n) looked over at me, her eyes shining with an excitement I hadn’t seen before. “I don’t think that’s silly at all.” She said, “Honestly, it sounds like fun.” I smiled at her, “It is, for the most part.” She shifted in her seat before continuing the interview. The longer the two of us spent time together, even just lightly chatting, the more comfortable she seemed to be. We got along, and while she did pause sometimes to take a breath and calm down her nerves, I wasn’t bothered by her at all. When all the questions were finished, I waved goodbye and met with the director again. I told him that I was going to keep looking, but that I might come back.

I knew that (Y/n) and I got along well, once she got to know me a bit more, but I wasn’t quite sure if she was what I was looking for. I never really stopped thinking about her though, and after a few more days I decided that I was going to adopt her. I came back, told the director my plan, and he set me up for a house inspection the next day. After I was cleared, I brought the paperwork in, made the payment, and waited for her to come down with her stuff.

I saw that she was nervous when she brought down her bag, but she calmed down a little bit when she saw me. “Ready to go home?” She nodded and when the two of us left, I honestly felt pretty good about my decision. The drive back to my house was kinda awkward, but I guess that was to be expected.

When we arrived, I introduced her to Chica and got her settled into her new room. We spent that night learning a bit more about each other, and the next few days had similar themes. It was difficult, getting used to someone new in my house, but it was okay.

I taught her how to play some different video games and was really surprised at how quickly she was able to pick some of them up. She was still a tad bit nervous when it came to getting really close to me, but by the end of the first month, she was smiling almost all the time and had little to no issues with physical contact.

After I introduced her to Amy, and found out that the two of them had actually begun to bond rather quickly, everything seemed like it was falling perfectly into place until something happened.

I was laughing with (Y/n) about my newest playthrough of a really hard game. I had lost my mind over it and when I said, “It’s the ragiest game I’ve ever played and I’m never going back to it!” She responded with “I thought ‘I Am Bread’ was the ragiest game you’ve ever played.” I froze and the room went silent. Looking over at (Y/n)’s face, she had turned pale white.

“How did you know that I’ve played that game? I never gave you the name of my channel so you shouldn’t know that.. unless you started watching or already knew.” She began to fidget and she looked down in what looked like shame. “I-I’m sorry. I should’ve told you by now, but I was scared about how you’d react.”

“Tell me what? I’m not upset that you’ve seen my videos, but why would you hide it?”

“Because I already knew who you were before we met. I.. I didn’t want to tell you during the interview because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or scare you off. You were so nice and I didn’t think you’d want a kid who was a fan.”

I stayed silent as she continued. “I promise that I’m not one of those over-the-top and crazy fangirls. Yes, I was happy and shocked to see you, but that’s because I never expected this to happen. I mean, you’re Markiplier. I don’t think anyone would be expecting you to suddenly adopt a kid, least of all an anxious and socially awkward girl like me. Honestly, it sounds like something out of a fanfiction rather than something that would happen in real life, but that’s exactly what happened. I’m really, really sorry, Mark.”

I smiled softly and walked over to her, giving her a gentle hug. “I know that you aren’t like those fangirls. You’ve definitely shown that during your time here. And while I’m a little hurt you didn’t tell me about this, I can understand why you hid it. I probably would’ve done the same if I was in your position. You don’t have to worry about it anymore. If anything, this means I can joke about a lot more stuff because you might understand them. Just promise me that you won’t hide stuff like this from me anymore, alright kiddo?”

Her eyes welled with tears and she hugged me back. “I promise.” When we both let go, I laughed softly, wiping away some tears that had started falling down my cheeks. “Whoo! Alright, that’s enough sentimental stuff for one day. Do you want to order pizza and have a movie night?”

“That sounds like fun!” She said, giggling as she also wiped away some tears on her own face. “Thanks for not hating me after I told you the truth. I love you, Dad.” My eyes widened in shock as the name she gave me finally registered. “Gosh dang it, (Y/n)! You’re gonna make me cry again!” She laughed and gave me another hug before running off to the living room.

That was the first time she ever called me Dad.

(End of flashback)

“She kept her promise too. She and I have gotten so close that you’d swear she’s a mini female version of me.” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Wow..” said Wade after the others remained in silence. “She sounds like so much fun to be around!” added Seán with a smile and Ethan nodded. “Could we meet her?”

I hummed softly and thought about it. “As much as I’d like that, she’s really shy around new people. I’m not sure how she’ll be with you guys. Then again, she knows who you all are and she got comfortable around Amy soon after they met, so maybe it won’t be too bad. I’ll run the idea by her.”

I looked toward the clock and my eyes widened. “Oh shoot! It’s almost been half an hour since we finished the video!” The others looked at their own clocks in surprise. “Oh dang. Time flies during story time, huh?” Laughed Wade and we all agreed in amusement. “I’d better get going. I’ll text you guys about her answer, I promise.”

“You’d better remember this time!” Joked Seán as he waved at the camera. I logged off of discord, stretched, and walked downstairs with my dishes. “Sorry I took so long. The guys wanted to talk.” (Y/n) was on her phone in the dining room and she looked up and smiled at me. “It’s okay! You sounded like you had fun.” I nodded, sitting down in a chair next to her. “So, uhm. I have a question for you.”

She watched me expectantly and I took a deep breath before continuing. “So, the others want to meet you.” As I said that, her eyes widened and she visibly tensed. “I know that meeting people isn’t your forte, but I really think you’ll like them.” After a few seconds of silence, she responded. “W-who all are you talking about?”

“Bob, Wade, Tyler, Ethan, and Seán. They want to meet you. I mean, you are part of the family now, so I’m not really surprised.” (Y/n) looked away, seeming to be in thought. “I’m a little shocked that you’re only telling me this now.” It was my turn to look away as my cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “I.. may or may not have forgotten to tell them back when we finalized the adoption.”

(Y/n) began to laugh. “Of course you did.” I feigned feeling hurt, gasping at her dramatically. “You say that like I forget stuff all the time! Are you insinuating that I, THE Markiplier, am getting too old and thus forgetting things often?”

“I mean, you said it, not me. So..” I rolled my eyes and joined in her laughter. After the amusement died down, there was a moment of silence before (Y/n) said softly, “I know how much you want to see them. If they’re somewhat as nice in person as they are online, then I don’t think it would be much of a problem to meet them. I’d just need to hype myself up a bit, I guess.”

I smiled happily and walked over, giving her a hug. “I promise, they’re not bad people. You’ll love them. You don’t have to agree to this if you don’t want to. Please understand that.”

“I.. I know. I’m choosing to say yes, Dad. It’ll be fine.” With that final confirmation, I nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell them that they can visit. Maybe in a week or so?” (Y/n) nodded and I stood up, walking to the living room. “Don’t forget to text them, old man Mark!” She called after me and I spun around dramatically, almost falling over in the process.

(Time Skip: No one’s POV)

Mark and (Y/n) walked into a store together, (Y/n) staying relatively close to her dad and the shopping cart. They walked around, picking out items that they needed, and some that they decided to try for fun or put away for when the others came to visit. Some parents that came to the store couldn’t help but smile when they saw how close the two seemed to be and how they would laugh with each other at the weirdest things.

(Y/n) noticed something on the shelf that they needed and went ahead to grab it, but when she turned around, Mark was nowhere to be seen. She looked around in confusion and then felt her breathing quicken and her hands begin to shake. She went back the way that she came from but she still couldn’t see him. Looking into the next aisle produced the same results.

Thoughts began to swim through her mind, overwhelming her senses. “Where did he go? Did he leave me behind? Did he not want me anymore? Why did he suddenly disappear? Did something happen to him?” She put the item on the shelf behind her before she could drop it and tears began to fill her eyes.

Feeling sick, (Y/n) sat down on the floor, her foot tapping against the ground as she curled in on herself, trying to control her breathing. She was scared, not knowing what to do. She tried to make herself stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’, but to no avail. She heard a soft voice, but didn’t look up at who it was until a familiar hand with a gentle touch was placed on her shoulder. With that, (Y/n) finally looked up.

“M-Mark?”

“Are you okay? You’re shaking like a leaf.”

She quickly embraced him, feeling herself calm down as his arms wrapped around her. He was here. He was real. His deep voice soothed her fears as he murmured words of comfort. “It’s okay. I’m here. Sorry I left you behind. I thought you were right behind me when I forgot to grab something from the other aisle and went back for it. Guess I should pay more attention huh?” (Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to talk but just clung to him.

Mark didn’t question her as he continued to hug her. He knew she was crying, but she made no noise and he hoped she didn’t get hurt, feeling awful that she was upset in the first place. But in all honesty, he wasn’t entirely sure why she was so distressed over him not being there all of a sudden. “It’s okay.” He murmured softly, rocking her back and forth. “I’m not leaving you behind. I love you too much to do that.”

After a few minutes she calmed down enough to where they moved on to the checkout and left the store. Nobody had seen (Y/n)’s breakdown, and that was fine with the two of them. It had been a private moment. The car was filled with silence on the way home and Mark constantly looked in the rearview mirror to check if his daughter was okay. The poor girl looked exhausted.

After coming home and quickly putting away the groceries, Mark sat down with (Y/n), making sure that she wasn’t still in any part of her panic attack. He wrapped her up in a blanket, once again and gave her a big hug. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better.. I’m sorry for what happened, Dad.” Mark shook his head. “There’s no reason to be sorry. You were frightened. I do have to ask though, why were you afraid? I was only gone for less than a minute and I was pretty sure you could’ve seen me in the previous aisle.” (Y/n) went silent before softly murmuring, “I.. don’t think I’m ready to talk about it. Also, I did look in both the last and next aisles. I couldn’t see you. I think you were hidden by something.”

“Okay then. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re ready to tell me, and, come to think of it, there was a large pile of boxes over there so maybe that’s why you couldn’t see me. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong. You were just grabbing groceries.”

Mark hugged her again, the two of them laughing as she returned the gesture, sighing with contentment in his arms.

(Time skip)

The day for the guests’ arrival finally came and (Y/n) had basically locked herself up in her room. Chica was in there with her, laying still beside the girl and receiving distracted pets. “I don’t know what to do.” The teenager said, looking at the loyal dog. “I know they’re nice people. Mark told me so, and they act relatively nice in their videos. I just.. I don’t know if I’ll feel comfortable around them. I don’t want to let dad down, or make the others sad by not being around them. What do I do, Chica Beeka?”

The golden retriever in question just looked up at her and wagged her tail. (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile, giving her a head scratch. “Not much help there, buddy, but thanks for listening.” Just then, there was a knock at the door. Chica jumped up and pawed at the bedroom door. (Y/n) took a deep breath and let her out, following the dog down the stairs.

They were here.

Mark was at the door, happily greeting his friends as Chica ran around, barking in excitement. (Y/n) stood back in the entrance to the living room, not daring to get close to the group, but instead just watched them interact with her father. She knew who these men were. Seán, Bob, Wade, Tyler, and Ethan were some of Mark’s closest friends who she had seen on videos before, as well as heard Mark talking to them over video call or the phone. This fact, however, didn’t excuse the fact that she was nervous. Seán was the first to notice her and smiled, coming closer to her as she took a few steps back. “Aww hello there!” He said with a wide grin. “You must be (Y/n). Mark’s told us a lot about you.” She could barely form words as the others also looked in her direction. “I.. umm.. Hi..?” She backed up once more as Ethan approached her. “Don’t be shy, we’re not gonna hurt you.” Mark noticed her distress and asked that they back off a bit. He watched her visibly relax when her personal space was restored. Bob and Wade looked at each other, deciding to speak to her gently while staying where they were. “It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/n).” spoke the larger of the two, waving at her kindly. The gesture was returned.

Mark got closer to her and the others watched as she stood her ground and he put an arm around her. “Sorry, I did tell you guys she might not be too comfortable at first.” Tyler nodded in understanding. “I get that. Better safe than sorry, am I right?” (Y/n) nodded and hid a little bit behind Mark.

Ethan smiled at her, seeming to have an understanding of the situation. “You don’t need to worry about us.” He said gently. “I know we’re all big and loud and scary, but I promise we aren’t bad people.” Chica made her way over to the girl who gave her some head pats. “I.. I know you guys aren’t bad. If you were, then dad probably wouldn’t be friends with you. I’m.. just not used to you yet.” Mark gave her a side hug with a smile. “It’ll take some time, but we’ll get there. It’s just like we always do. We’ll take things slowly.”

Over the next few days, (Y/n) gained exposure to the others. They were respectful of her personal space and they were all pleasantly surprised at how similar she was to them. Sure, they had heard of some stuff from Mark, but actually witnessing it was something different.

Tyler was the first one to really bond with her. His calm and gentle nature made her comfortable so it wasn’t entirely surprising that he would be the one to start them off. He and (Y/n) found a shared interest in some sports and they held some nice conversations about them.

Next came Bob, followed closely by Wade. They started playing some video games together and while at first she didn’t say much, when she got a bit more comfortable and started talking, the two men were rather pleased to hear her use Mark’s sense of humor. It made the games much less tense and a lot more enjoyable.

Ethan was second to last. He was very energetic and seemed to have the mind of an 8th grader, so he and (Y/n) bonded over memes. He showed her some of his favorites when the two of them were bored in the living room and she shared some of hers. Their somewhat immature humor made it a very fun event, especially when it came to meme videos and clips they could find on random discord servers.

Seán, much to his disappointment, was the last one. Maybe it was because he was so outgoing, or perhaps it was because she was busy with the others. Either way, he didn’t really know how to connect with her. Yes, they both liked video games and other such things, but he didn’t really know how to approach her.

That changed when he was out on the porch, petting Chica. He heard the sliding glass door open and a pair of hesitant footsteps come near. “M-may I.. sit with you?” He looked over to discover that it was (Y/n). He nodded and she sat on the opposite side of Chica, giving her a head scratch.

There was a peaceful silence between the two of them for quite some time before Seán spoke up. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea how to talk to you.” The girl laughed softly, “You and me both.” Chica let out a yawn, stretching slightly before (Y/n) continued. “I.. I haven’t really given you a chance before now. I’ve been so.. Nervous.”

“Why?” The teen shrugged. “I guess I’m just getting used to having so many people here that I don’t really know and you’re, like, my second favorite YouTuber so.. yeah, anxiety overload.” Seán looked at her in surprise. “You watch my videos?” She nodded. “Yup. I’ve watched at least one video from all of you, but I mainly see or hear you during collabs with dad.”

The Irishman smiled. “I’m pretty sure that’s how most people find our channels at this point.” (Y/n) laughed softly. “Pretty much, but give yourself some credit. You guys make great videos by yourself, no Markiplier included.” Seán blushed slightly from the praise. “Well, thank you. That’s high praise coming from his daughter.”

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Oh please. I was a fan of you guys before I was his daughter.” With the awkward barrier finally broken, they were finally able to talk to each other, all while petting a very happy Chica.

Things would take time to get used to, and no, having those five at the house wasn’t permanent, but slowly, (Y/n) was finally able to get somewhat comfortable with them before they had to leave. Mark was very happy. This had turned out better than expected, and he knew it would be a lot more fun when it came to any future visits.

No, (Y/n) didn’t engage in much if any physical touch with them, but that was to be expected, and that was alright. It would take time to achieve that kind of bond with her, as it had for Mark and Amy. But there was no issue with taking it slow.

No issues at all..

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HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!

Thank you to everyone who made 2022 so special. Now, onto 2023 and new adventures!

#happy new year #2023 #Onwards and upwards

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creat0r-cat · 1 year

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I watched the Christmas special of He-Man and She-Ra today. It made me so incredibly happy to see the characters in all their old drawing styled glory, hear their classic theme music, and watch them fight off Skeletor, Hordak, and their forces. It truely woke up my inner child and made my day so much better.

ALSO I have never been so happy to see Catra and Adora on opposite sides of the battle field (as enemies BECAUSE THAT'S HOW THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE. I FRIGGIN HATE NETFLIX FOR WHAT THEY DID)

#He Man #He-Man #She-Ra #Masters of the Universe #Skeletor #Hordak #christmas special #Nostalgic #She Ra #Princess of Power #I MISSED THIS SO MUCH #YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA #i hate netflix #Catra and Adora are ENEMIES #CATRA AND ADORA ARE ONLY ENEMIES #Netflix got it wrong

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creat0r-cat · 1 year

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When one of your girl best friends doesn't like your fictional crushes too

#Fiction men are so hot #Like WHY #WHY CAN'T SHE LIKE ANIME TOO #*crying*

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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..”

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creat0r-cat · 1 year

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So... In Space With Markiplier got nominated for an Emmy aparently????

#iswm #iswmemmy #markiplier #in space with markipler #Whaaaaat???#Just saw Mark's post on Twitter about it

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"Silence, Darling." He murmured, putting a finger to his lips as he grinned. From her position, pinned to the wall, (Y/n) wasn't quite sure what to do. Her friend was acting like he was a different person entirely. "Mark.. What are you-"

He cut her off with a kiss, leaving her breathless as he pulled away moments later. "Shhhh... do not say his name, not when I'm the one making you feel like this." He smiled, getting closer, as if to kiss (Y/n) again, but he stopped just short of her lips.

"Darling, do you really not know who I am?"

"M-mark, this really isn't funny. You're scaring me."

"I am not Mark." The man growled, his voice deep and husky, making (Y/n)'s cheeks flush red. "I.. then who are you?"

"I am the one in control. I am the master." He responded, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her neck as she whimpered in fear. With a soft chuckle, he leaned up again to gaze into her (e/c) eyes. "Do not be afraid, my love, for you and I are finally together and we shall never part again."

"How can I be yours if we've never met?" She said, blushing as she struggled to look away from his hypnotic eyes. "Please, just give me my friend back. Please, bring Mark back"

"You're making a mistake darling. I can give you anything, more than he could ever even offer." He kissed her again, this time, making (Y/n) sleepy with the warmth and comfort of his embrace. "But I don't even.. know who.. you are.." She murmured after he pulled away, somehow finding herself longing for another moment of passion.

"Darkiplier..." he whispered in her ear, his soft voice sending shivers down her spine. She repeated the name, her eyelids beginning to droop with sudden exaustion as he kissed her again. She then fell forward, unable to fight the need for rest. As he carried her away in his strong arms, (Y/n) heard the man's voice one final time before succumbing to the dreamscape.

"Happy Halloween, Darling."

#Darkiplier x reader #Darkiplier x female reader #x reader #markiplier egos #female reader #happy halloween #short drabble #It's too late to be posting but whatever #Darkiplier #Markiplier #Iplier #iplier egos

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Iplier egos x reader HCs - Their feelings on Physical Affection / Pet names

Dark:

Doesn’t care either way

He will give pet names like Sweetheart, darling, love, and baby

Doesn’t mind receiving names like Babe, sweetheart, and darling but that’s about it

Physical affection is always a gamble

Sometimes he’ll only tolerate hugs and (maybe) hand holding / a kiss on the cheek

Other times he’ll be extremely affectionate / cuddly / crave kisses

Honestly, he’s like a cat in terms of his emotions in this category

He’s very respectful of personal boundaries

Wilford:

Is down for both at any time and anywhere

Pet names all the time

Gumdrop, sweetie, honey, darling, baby, etc.

Get happy when you call him any of those names as well, or if you call him handsome

Loves cuddling and kisses are a must

He’s especially fond of hugs, especially if you’re feeling down

He gives AMAZING hugs

Actor:

It really depends on how he’s feeling

He’ll call you things like Precious, darling, sweetheart, and babe

He’s fine with either being called Babe or Mark

He likes to use pet names / physical affection in public, especially when showing you off as his gorgeous girlfriend, but when you two are alone, he might end up leaving you to your own devices and doing his own thing

Or there are rare times when he’ll come home and then treat you like a friggin queen

Those moments are something to treasure because he will be so gentle, every touch like he was afraid he’d break you

Chaste butterfly kisses that would leave you breathless and the most soft / warm cuddles that you’ll ever experience

Google:

He’s not the biggest fan of both physical affection and pet names, however he’ll occasionally take them

Hugs, kisses, sometimes cuddling, but not too often

He will not use pet names very often, but if he’s worked up about something, he’ll use them

“Hey, babe?”

Yeah, something’s wrong

It’s not that he doesn’t like/love you if he doesn’t do either one, it’s just a personal preference

Bing:

He’s good with both of them

Calls you Babe and Sweetheart

Likes to be called Babe

PDA isn’t a problem at all

Cheek kisses and hugs from behind

He lives for hand holding

Yandere:

YES

So much PDA and quite a few nicknames

He mainly calls you Senpai, but will also use ‘my love’, sweetheart, baby, and darling

Pretty good about receiving pet names too

Loves hand holding wherever you two go

Cuddling is a must

KISSES

He loves you :3

Yancy:

Is all about physical affection, but will not use many pet names

He’s honestly very touch starved and loves cuddling, kisses, and other things like that (mostly in private cause he is the big boss and has a reputation to uphold)

However, pet names are a bit different

He’ll call you Sweetheart and Doll (especially when he’s jealous), but mainly call you by your real name

Receiving them is the same way

You can call him Yance, Babe, and (rarely) sweetie, but you can mainly call him by his actual name

It’s just a bit more comfortable for him

Dr. Iplier:

Sure for both, but mainly in private

At work, he’ll maybe give you a kiss on the cheek and call you Sweetie, but other than that he won’t do anything

In private, he’ll give you kisses, hugs, all the good stuff

Calls you Baby, sweetie, angel, and darling

Doesn’t really like receiving pet names other than Babe

Don’t ask why, he doesn’t know either

Illinois:

The answer is yes

He gives you more nicknames then he typically receives

Babe, sweetie, angel, baby, darlin’

Is pretty good with physical affection

He likes having one arm slung around you or touching you in some way when you both are out and about

He gets worried about you being kidnapped or just disappearing

Kinda PTSD from losing so many treasure hunting partners

Handholding :3

He loves to kiss you, but be warned, they can get pretty heated

Engineer:

Yes for both but typically in private

His pet names for you are baby and darling, but at this point Captain could totally be one of them too, but only when he says it because otherwise it’s just a title

Hugs, kisses, cuddles, hand holding (whenever people can’t see it)

It’s not that he’s ashamed to be seen as your boyfriend, but he gets worried about what the rest of the crew will think if they find out that his girlfriend is their beloved captain

Like, they don’t really like him, so how will that affect how they see and/or respect you?

Late night comfort sessions

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Noiriplier x fem!detective!reader - Slice of Summer

-warnings: blood, missing body parts, dead bodies, death, serial killer, guns, mentions of a panic attack, threats of murder, gore (so yeah, typical murder mystery stuff)

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A man stared down at his team in a waterlogged ditch, collecting evidence for their newest case. He frowned as one of them moved, revealing to him the gruesome remains of the victim reported not even an hour before. How many others had been found in this exact way during this month? Four? Five? Maybe more? He had stopped counting.

“Detective Noir, we’ll need to send some DNA to the lab in order to identify the victim. There aren’t any personal belongings anywhere to give us her name.” The man nodded, giving an order to the others to take what they could to the lab and autopsy room.

Noir took one last look at the human remains before turning away. If he wasn’t used to seeing this kind of stuff by now, he surely would’ve thrown up upon first glance. He climbed into the car he arrived in, quickly collecting the tail of his trench coat and closing the door. The inside of the vehicle was cool, the shade of the many trees surrounding the crime scene keeping the summer heat from turning his car into some kind of oven.

He sighed softly, leaning against the driver’s seat. So many people had been found dead in such a short period of time. It hadn’t even been a month since the first reported victim of this mass murderer. More and more bodies were being found every few days, up to a week at most. It was now just over four weeks into July and now this killer was ruining what was left of a wonderful summer.

Noir placed his fedora on the passenger seat before starting up the car’s engine and driving off. Normally, he’d be able to enjoy the luscious green scenery of the forest, but death really took a toll on one’s mental state. He wasn’t happy nor in the mood to enjoy the pleasantries of nature at that moment. No, Noir Iplier was pissed off.

“How sick can someone be to kill so many people without any sign of stopping, and in such a cruel way?”He thought, gripping the steering wheel angrily.“Gunshots and knife wounds are one thing, cutting open the victim and stealing body parts is the mark of a maniac. No one can figure out who in the world is behind this killing spree, and it’s something that keeps me at the office late into the night, searching, praying for something, anything that could link victims or places together. Still, nothing comes up.”

Arriving at the agency, the trenchcoat clad man walked in, frustrated with a mind that spun with unanswered questions. “Detective Iplier, in my office.” came the voice of the director from upstairs, interrupting the flow of thoughts and emotions. Noir wondered if he was in trouble for not solving this case yet, but as he entered the large office, he realized that might not be the case at all.

There, on a chair near his boss’s desk, sat a beautiful woman dressed in a gray semi-vest and pants with a white, long sleeved, button down shirt. “She looked at me curiously, silently studying my persona. I was doing the same, admiring her shining (e/c) eyes and beautiful (h/c) hair. She was a spectacle of beauty, this woman, and I couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing here.”

“Noir, this is Detective (L/n). Miss (L/n), this is Detective Iplier. You two will be partners till this case is done.” Both of the investigators were quite surprised as they looked at their chief in shock and confusion. “We’ve decided that we need two thinkers on this case and you two seem like you could work together nicely.”

“As much of an honor to be working alongside Mr. Iplier in this case, we’ve never met before this point in time. Are you sure that we’re compatible enough to work together?” Asked the (h/c) woman, sparing a glance at her new colleague. “I’m sure you’ll do fine, now go and get to work.”

The two of them were kicked out of the office and they stood outside of the doorway, not quite sure what to do. “Umm.. so, hi?” said Noir awkwardly, hoping to break the tension. “Hi, uh. Nice to meet you, Detective Ipier.”

“Please, call me Noir. Everyone else does.”

“Alright then, call me (Y/n).”

“Alright you two,” came a new voice, belonging to one of the fellow crime solvers near Noir’s own desk. “We have some new info on the latest victim.” The pair walked over to the man named Anthony, who had called them over. A large screen nearby had photographs and files displayed.

“Alright you two,” Said Anthony, enlarging a pair of images. “This is Mariah Smith, she was identified as the first victim by her friends. She had no criminal record and died on July 6th. Her body was found by some of her friends in a clearing when they met her for a camping trip in the forest. Needless to say, she didn’t get to attend.”

Anthony clicked a button and the images were replaced with a new file. “Trevor Evans” He continued. “Found dead during the cleanup of the city fair. Day of death was July 10th. His family went looking for him after failed contact and ended up finding his body.” He brought up more pictures and files, explaining each death and their locations.

“So far, five victims, including the one you found not even an hour ago, Noir. The only constants being the way they were found.”

“Yup, and it’s absolutely disgusting.” Replied the male detective and (Y/n) looked at him in confusion. “Care to elaborate?”

Anthony and Noir glanced at each other and both grimaced. “Umm.. well, I’m pretty sure the most recent body’s currently in the autopsy room, but the sight isn’t exactly pleasant.”

“How bad can it be? I mean, it’s nothing but a bunch of cuts right? I’ve seen worse.”

“Well..”

“Oi, you two stop chit chatting and get out there. Another body’s been found in an ice cream parlor. 13 Main Street.” The pair of detectives looked at each other, quickly grabbing their equipment, and running out to Noir’s car. “Looks like you’ll find out what it looks like soon enough.”

The quick drive to the parlor was tense and when they arrived, they were met by a large mob of people. Apparently, word traveled fast about the murder and people from all over town seemed to be in the crowd. “Why would they want to willingly see a dead body?” Asked, (Y/n) as she and Noir attempted to enter the parlor.

“Well, we’re here aren’t we? DETECTIVES EVERYONE! OUT OF THE WAY!” The crowd parted and some police officers escorted the two into the building. “We thought at first that it could’ve been just an accident, but after a quick examination, we’ve determined otherwise.” One reported as he opened the door to the machines in the back. There was a heavily damaged corpse being carefully transferred from beside an ice cream machine to a body bag.

The machine in question was broken. Large slashes destroyed the back of it, revealing the mechanical innards. The cold desert it should have produced not only spilled onto the body but on the surrounding floor, turning the vanilla bean sludge into a gruesome mixture of red and tan.

Noir looked at his partner just in time to see her stagger back in shock, horror, and disgust. She honestly looked like she might vomit. “Victim number six, sir, ma’am. We have a genuine serial killer on the loose.”

“I hoped it wouldn’t go to that. It appears we haven’t been fast enough with our investigations, especially considering that this is the second body we found today.”

“The body,” thought Noir, “Was downright disturbing to look at, and it took a lot of willpower not to run to the men’s room and lose my lunch. Looking at my partner, she too was struggling in the same way. She’s certainly never seen something like this before. I honestly envy and admire her. This would be too much for the average rookie, but she’s certainly no beginner detective. If she’s stuck around this room this long, she’s either really brave, or she too has seen some gruesome things. On the body, other than the obvious cuts and bruises, there was incredibly torn skin. No, it wasn’t like the peeling skin that someone would get from a bad sunburn, it was cut open widenly, and where some innards were supposed to be, well.. they simply weren’t there.”

“Did this girl die from blood loss or something else?” (Y/n) asked, her eyes darting back and forth from the corpse and one of the officers. “Likely blood loss, however it’s always on the table for something else considering the damage.” She nodded and took a deep breath before taking some surgical gloves out of her bag and poking around the body.

“Some vital organs are missing. Looks like the kidneys and heart are gone amongst other things.” she observed, frowning. “But why? And if she was attacked, did no one hear any yells for help? I don’t see any strangle marks. Maybe some punch bruises, but nothing indicating choking or anything like that.” The officer shook his head sadly, replying, “The shop closed down for the day about an hour ago. A witness noticed the door was broken, so he called us thinking that it was a simple robbery. When we got here and noticed the body, we called you two. Nothing was stolen either, except for some of the victim’s internals.”

“Did the young lady have her name tag on when you found her?” Asked Noir and the officer frowned. “Nope. Don’t know if it was taken or just somewhere else in the shop. Either way, tag or no tag, we can still identify the victim via her employee file. You two can probably find it in the manager’s office.”

“Good idea.” Noir responded, motioning for (Y/n) to follow him. She happily left the room, discarding the blood-covered gloves into an evidence bag. “Now I know why you and Anthony were giving each other that look. I can’t believe someone would do something to that extent. If she wasn’t dead before, she certainly is now.”

“All the bodies are like that. Not necessarily covered in melted ice cream, but certainly cut open and gutted. Some more than others.” Noir responded grimly as he entered the manager’s office. It looked well kept and clean, which was a good change of scenery from the morbid crime scene they had previously been observing.

After a few minutes of searching through different folders in a filing cabinet, the pair found someone who looked relatively close to the girl being taken away in the body bag. “Sarah Gray, 19 years old. Her job at the parlor was only active for the summer so she was probably going to leave for college soon.” Said Noir, reading off information on the paper with a frown. “Dang.. she was so young.. Oh! I just realized that the murder itself was summer related so it matches up with the rest of the victims.”

“What?”

“Think about it, Noir. Camping with friends, the city fair, an ice cream parlor, the list goes on. So far, every single one of the victims was doing something related to summer vacation.”

“If there was a lightbulb in my head, it definitely would’ve lit up.” Though Noir as his eyes widened in realization. “Oh my gosh..” (Y/n) looked at him in confusion then her jaw dropped as she suddenly understood his thoughts. They both hurried out of the office, file in hand, and sped off toward home base.

“Anthony!” Shouted Noir, running into the workspace and startling his friend from his nap. “H-huh? What? Did you figure it out?”

“Are there any big summer events coming up? Or even other summer-related places that people would go to in this area?” Anthony didn’t look impressed. “You woke me up to ask about vacation plans?”

“No, you idiot. All of the murders have been found before, after, or during summer related things. If there is something big coming up, this might be our big chance!” The message was quickly received and he began typing away at his keyboard.

“Lucky for you guys, the circus is in town. The big show is tomorrow at around 5 PM.” There was a moment of silence before the two detectives nodded at each other. “Looks like there might be one final victim before summer ends. I take it you’ll be joining me?” Noir asked, the woman beside him and she nodded, a smirk on her face. “I’m your partner aren’t I? You won’t be taking down this psycho on your own.”

“Then I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”

“It’s a date.” With that, (Y/n) took her coat and walked out of the office. The male detective watched her leave, a small blush on his handsome face. “A… date?”

“Noir, may I have a word with you?” Asked a voice which snapped him out of his stupor. “H-huh? Oh, um yes.” Turning around, he noticed the medical examiner, Mason Jacobs. The two of them walked and talked to the autopsy room.

“I was observing some of the rip marks on the victims. I’ve been trying to identify them for quite some time, but never came up with a decisive conclusion. However, I think I might have a winner.” Noir nodded, also rather curious as to what could leave the victims in such terrible conditions. Mason led him to a computer with a picture of a wicked looking knife on the screen.

“A belly ripper. It’s a hunting knife used for skinning prey, like deer and fish. I did some more research into what the wounds from this kind of weapon looks like. On the normal side, it’s a clean cut, but with the curved gut hook here, it’s not as accurate. It tears the skin, making the incision wider and uneven. This is why it was difficult to identify the weapon in the first place, because it’s similar to other knives.”

Mason turned to look at Noir with a gri look on his face. “The wounds themselves remind me of a serial killer from 1888 who also tore up his victims. The only difference being that he only killed prostitute women, our new killer seems to be killing both sexes for fun, rather than really having a reason. Then again, a constant thing with the victims are the missing vitals. But what exactly would someone want with someone’s innards?”

“Most likely to sell them. They sell for very high if you know where to look, and you’re telling me that we’re dealing with a new kind of Jack the Ripper?” Asked Noir, looking at his friend with a frown. “I would assume so, though we have no information on this person at all.”

“That is until now!” A cheerful voice from the doorway said and the two turned to see the female lab worker, Gabby. “Hi guys! So it would seem that our killer was a little sloppy with his latest victim. After studying some of the blood that the police sampled from the ground. After managing to separate the blood from the ice cream, I’m proud to say that there were two types of blood in the sample. It would appear that Sarah managed to do some damage before expiring.”

“Wait seriously?” Exclaimed Noir in shock, looking at the woman. “Can you match the blood to a person?” She looked away, frowning. “Not quite yet. It needs some more time to process. What we know right now is that our killer is an AB+ blood type male.”

“I knew that this little bit of information was helpful, but until it was finished processing, (Y/n) and I would just be left guessing in a crowd of people tomorrow.” Noir thought before looking up at the forensics worker.

“I guess we’ll have to share all the info with (Y/n) when we get it. Right, Gabby?” She nodded with a smile, turning around and returning to the lab. “Then, I suppose that’s all that we can do for now. You go and get a good rest, my friend. You’ll need it for your ‘date’ tomorrow.” The medical examiner with a smile. “You.. heard all that didn’t you?”

“Every bit of it. Have a good night!” Noir left the lab blushing and returned home with a mind full of jumbled thoughts.

-timeskip-

When he arrived back at the office the following day, the male detective was dressed in a red and black checkered hoodie and black pants. He couldn’t accurately remember the last time he had gone undercover in normal clothes. It was honestly kinda nice, especially with the feeling of autumn right around the corner, his attire just made him comfy and relaxed.

“Oh what an honor to see Mister Iplier dressed like this.” commented Gabby as he entered the room. She stood beside Anthony at his desk, eyeing Noir up and down with a smile. “Haha, very funny. I’m allowed to dress how I like for this mission. Anyway, where’s (Y/n)? Is she here yet?”

“Yup, sorry if I kept you waiting.” When he turned around to greet her, his jaw dropped in awe.

(Y/n) was dressed in a black t-shirt and pants, with a tan jacket and Roman sandal shoes. Noir was blown away, not exactly expecting her to look so.. amazing in normal clothes. “Lookin good, Detective.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck as he admired her. She blushed and smiled, “You don’t look bad yourself.”

“I could feel my face heating up and prayed that she wouldn't notice it. Unfortunately, Anthony was giving me ‘the look’ indicating that he certainly did.” Thought Noir as he struggled not to grin like an idiot.

“Alright love birds, the results for the blood samples came in.” Said Gabby, smirking at the interaction. “(Y/n), you didn’t know this cause we kept Mister Fancy Pants here for a few more minutes than you. The blood sample that the police retrieved contained two different people’s DNA. One of them belongs to our victim, and the other belongs to our potential killer.”

Anthony brought up a picture of a scruffy looking man with blond hair and brown eyes. “This is Maximilian Stevens. He’s a 27 year old male and a former criminal. After spending 5 years in prison for a failed armed robbery and kidnapping, he was let out with Parole for three years. He’s been completely free for around six months.”

“And his blood was found at the crime scene? That’s rough, he was finally free.” Said (Y/n) with a frown. “If he’s our killer, why would he do it? Is there any motive?”

“Well,” said Mason, walking into the room to join them. “Considering what keeps disappearing at the crime scenes, I’d say he’s out for money. Selling body parts, specifically healthy and undamaged innards, sell for impressive amounts of money.”

“That might be our motive, but we won’t know until we bring him in. That’s where we come in. If we see him at the circus, then we’ll escort him here for questioning.” Said Noir, offering his arm out to (Y/n). “So, shall we head out?” She grabbed onto him, nodding, and as they left the room, Gabby called after them. “Have fun, you two!”

The car ride to the circus wasn’t as tense as the day before, but the passengers were still anxious. Both detectives were hoping that things wouldn’t get messy during confrontation, but hoping would get them nowhere. “We have our guns, which we have special clearance for, but we shouldn’t bring them out unless there’s something actually serious.”

“Right, but if we never see him and there’s another victim or two, we’d better pray that they were fighters because another blood sample could be conclusive evidence.” Discussions like this went on for a good portion of the trip, the rest being filled with thoughtful silence, however, there was a strange feeling in that vehicle for the entire trip.

“It was like someone was whispering sweet things in my ear that made my heart grow wings and fly around in my chest. It was a pleasant feeling, though I didn’t quite know what it was. I had to keep myself from looking over at (Y/n), not wanting to look too strange. Then again, there was no harm in checking a beautiful woman out, right?”

This kind of dialog flowed through Noir’s mind as he caught sight of the red and white tent and the smell of roasted peanuts, popcorn, and cotton candy filled the air, making both of their mouths water and their stomachs growl. “Curse carnival food,” laughed (Y/n) as her partner parked the car. “It always smells its absolute best when you know you can’t get any.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Agreed Noir, the two of them exiting the vehicle and walking toward the entrance. He passed her a small earpiece that she hid from view behind some of her hair. Thankfully, they would inform the police if something was happening and they made it easier to hear each other over the commotion.

Children were laughing and adults talking amongst themselves while watching over them, animals of all kinds could be heard, barking, roaring, trumpting, and chirping, all while bells rang loudly and vendors announced their products. Every single noise accumulated into a cacophony that was only slightly irritating to listen to.

The two detectives were a bit overwhelmed with the sounds and smells, but tried to keep a clear head as they chatted. They looked around, eyeing every person in their sights, but they still didn’t see anyone who looked like Maximillian. (Y/n) suddenly noticed two guests going between two tents and out of sight and she told Noir to keep looking. “I’ll let you know if I need backup.” He nodded and watched as she followed the figure and disappeared from view.

Unfortunately for her, however, the guests just turned out to be a teenage boy and his girlfriend. They were finding a hidden place to calm down because the girlfriend was starting to have a panic attack. (Y/n) didn’t dare interrupt them, as she knew that it was a private moment between the two, but she stuck around, hidden, to make sure nothing happened. Eventually, the girlfriend calmed down and they were able to leave and rejoin the carnival.

When (Y/n) left, she tried to find Noir amongst the crowd but when she spotted him, her eyes widened. He was being flocked by a ton of girls and women. Poor Noir looked so uncomfortable as he tried to get away, but the group followed him, continuing to ask him questions like if he was single or if they could get his number. (Y/n) felt an unknown emotion blossom in her chest and with a small huff of annoyance, she quickly walked over to the small crowd.

“Geez, Babe,” She spoke up, suddenly gaining the other females’ attention. “I keep forgetting how much of a chick magnet you are. Sorry I took so long. Are you okay?” The group made way for her as she walked toward her partner and she smiled. Noir’s face had turned red after the pet name was spoken, and realized she was giving him an opening. “Yeah I’m okay. Thanks. Sorry if I worried you.”

“No, it’s okay,” she responded. “I trust you.” (Y/n) smiled at him again, and then turned to the crowd. “Thanks for keeping him company.” As she led him away, the two of them could hear the group talking among themselves.

“I didn’t realize he had a girlfriend, or wife? I can’t tell, but they look so cute together.”

“Lucky girl. They must be really close. I’m honestly jealous.”

“Dang I wish a boy would look at me the way they look at each other.”

When they were a good distance away, Noir spoke up, still blushing. “Babe? I didn’t realize that we were dating, not that I mind.” His partner blushed, “Wow, at least ask me out to dinner before you go saying that. I saw that you were uncomfortable, so I was covering for you.”

“Really? Because you absolutely sold it.” Before (Y/n) could respond, they both spotted a figure in the crowd. A scruffy looking man with blond hair who made eye contact with them and began walking faster. “Noir..?”

“I saw him too. C’mon.”

They began to run after the man, calling after him to stop while Noir started talking to the police via the earpiece. “Suspect is a medium sized blond male. He’s heading toward the merry-go-round.” The man in question was pushing people out of the way to go through the crowd quicker, but this provided small openings for the detectives to run through. “Use the spaces between the tents!” Called Noir, motioning to his partner. “Cut him off!”

(Y/n) nodded and ran through the passage, doing her best to not stumble or trip on the stakes in the ground during her pursuit. She managed to barely get ahead of the suspect but was caught off guard when he suddenly threw his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides as he pulled out a knife with a curved hook on part of the blade, holding it to her throat, and leading her back between the tents.

When Noir turned the corner, he was dismayed to find that he couldn’t see either his partner or the suspect. “(Y/n)? Where are you? Did you catch him?” Some police officers caught up to him as he finally got a reply.

“Behind the tent! He has a knife-” The communication through the earpiece suddenly died and Noir’s heart skipped a beat. Motioning to the officers, they found an opening and rushed over to a wider space where they found the man, Maximilian Stevens, holding (Y/n) captive.

“Stay back. I won’t hesitate to kill her.” Noir pulled out his gun and aimed it at Max with a glare. “I’ll shoot you before you have the chance. Drop the weapon and let her go.” The blond man sneered evilly and brought the blade closer, (Y/n)’s breathing becoming shakier with fear as she struggled to keep calm all while the officers ordered the man to set her free, but their efforts were in vain.

She looked at Noir, her (e/c) eyes filling with small tears. She had been afraid of this, not being able to protect herself, but she couldn’t do much in this situation. Yes, she had been trained in many things concerning self-defense, but at the moment, her thoughts were jumbled and as the knife touched her skin, just barely cutting it, a vision flashed before her eyes.

It was Noir, he smiled at her kindly from the other side of a table. In his hands was a cup of coffee. The scene shifted and there he was again, only this time the two of them were watching a movie, Noir’s arm was around her and her head was laid down on his shoulder. A new vision formed, this time it was Noir at the end of a church aisle, dressed in a tux while tears of joy cascaded down his cheeks. (Y/n) seemed to be walking closer and closer to him, a bouchette of flowers in her hands.

She snapped back to reality and as she looked at her partner, the worry in his chocolate brown eyes (Y/n) realized just how much was on the line. Not just her life, but Noir’s, and the lives of so many other innocent people. Noir and the officers put their guns down, not wanting anymore blood to be shed and Max laughed. “Pathetic. I knew you all were clever, but I’ll always have the upper hand. I learned quite a lot during my time in prison and it’s sure coming in handy now.”

“Why are you doing this? Why would you kill so many people and harvest them?” Demanded (Y/n), her hand struggling to find its way to the gun hidden in her jacket.

“Easy: money. So what if some people have to die? They were just going to die eventually, so why not just make it sooner and sell their good insides for a boatload of cash? I’m doing a good thing in that case. People sometimes need transplants, so if what I’m selling gets to them, then I’m doing a good deed. You can’t arrest me for doing good deeds. Speaking of, I believe that you’ll make a good couple thousand dollars. Kidneys are in high demand, and I could always use a heart and liver. And the best part is that these gentlemen and I will be the only ones to hear you scream.”

He brought the knife up higher, piercing (Y/n)’s throat just enough for a good blood flow to start running down and staining her outfit. Noir was furious as he heard her let out a small cry of pain and wanted to strangle the man in front of him. The officers shifted uncomfortably and they tried to figure out what to do but then Noir noticed his ally’s weapon.

(Y/n) leaned forward slightly, the knife digging into her neck a little more before she suddenly threw her head back, headbutting MAx right in the nose with a sickening crunch. He let out a loud yelp of pain, bringing the knife outward and tearing some more skin, but letting her go and trying to nurse his extremely bloody nose. With that, the others had scooped up their guns off the ground and watched as the female detective kicked the knife out of the suspect’s hand and drew her own gun, pointing it at his face.

“Down on the ground, hands where we can see them. Maximilian Stevens, you are under arrest for assault, attempted kidnapping, illegal selling of internal organs, and the murder of six people.”

Within seconds, Max was in handcuffs and being led outside, but not before trying to get one final kill in then promptly being tazed. Noir ran to (Y/n) who was trying to apply pressure to the heavily bleeding wound. “Are you okay.. No wait. Sorry, stupid question. You need to get to a hospital ASAP.” Fortunately, there was an ambulance at this event and she was quickly rushed away, her faithful partner sitting in the back with her, holding her hand as paramedics tried to slow the bleeding.

Hours later, the two detectives sat together in a hospital room, (Y/n)’s neck stitched up and bandaged. “You were great out there.” Noir said, smiling at his companion who returned the smile, sleepily. “Thanks. Sorry I couldn’t do too much. You were the real hero. It was an honor working with you, Detective Iplier.”

“You act like this is the last time we’ll work together.” She looked at him sadly. “Well, I was transferred to your agency to help solve the case. Now that it’s over, I’ll have to go back.” The thought of her leaving made Noir’s heart pang. “Well.. what if you could potentially stay here.. Indefinitely?” (Y/n) looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” he said, rubbing his neck nervously. “I could probably talk to the office director about a permanent transfer.. It’s not 100% guaranteed that you’d stay, but it’s still on the table.”

“Noir,” she murmured with a small smile. “I’d love that. I’d love to keep working with you.”

“And I’m way ahead of you,'' said a voice from the doorway and the two of them turned to see the office director. “I heard about what happened and I’ve already talked to your boss about you possibly staying. When you’re all better, the paperwork can be signed and you’ll officially work for me and you two can be a team. You both work well together and this could help us solve crimes much faster.”

“Then I’d better hurry up and get better.” Laughed (Y/n) softly and the other two couldn’t help but smile. Noir took her hand, looking her in the eyes with a fluttering heart. “Then it’s a deal, partner. What’cha say about, when you leave the hospital, you and I go out and celebrate with some coffee?” Her eyes glossed over for a second and then her cheeks turned a vibrant shade of red.

“... It’s a date, partner.”

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