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How the Egos Spend Quarantine With You! | the Ipliers x Reader

a/n: requested by the best @bender-of-life !!

summary: let the ipliers spend time with y’all in quarantine

Mark ❤️

-this man is a Lysol can

-he is more sanitized than bleach

-but he still cuddles

-watches old childhood movies with you

-he makes a little dance club out of the living room and you are living for it

-complete with rainbow led lights and a playlist that slaps

-since he doesn’t want to go farther than 20 feet of the house this man stays inside and dances for exercise

-we all know his dumb lil dances

-he loves you and stays very clean in the quarantine

Wilford 🍭🍬

-“quarantine smorantine I will light a fire if I have to stay in this house for more than twenty minutes”

-this man was duct taped to the wall by you and kathryn

-lockdown was called while Kathryn was visiting and after ya’ll duct taped the bubblegum bitch boii to the wall she left and quarantined

-to get Wil from going outside and making new pockets for people in their bodies, you decided to make homemade candy

-twenty minutes later Wil was pacified

-the key to keeping sane in quarantine with Wil is sugar and dying his hair different shades of pink and kisses uwu

Yancy ⛓⛓

-THIS BOY WILL PROTECC

-“hey yance where is the Lysol that I bought two days ago?”

-Yancy, relysoling the already germ free house: “uhhh under the kitchen sink”

-he will make sure you are safe and healthy and fed

-and loved a LOT

-he loves watching movies he missed while he was locked up

-you got him to watch Barbie movies

-he secretly liked them but he would never tell you that

-during movies he’ll let you lay on his chest and he kisses your head a lot to let you know that he’s still watching the movies you’ve seen countless times because he knows you love to talk about movies

-he keeps Adelaide (his Chica ego) inside most of the time (since she is an outside dog she whines about being inside)

-but he can’t resist you and Adelaide giving him puppy eyes

-Adelaide does it to go outside

-you do it for cuddles

-hes a love-y kind of boy, leave him be uwu

Illinois 🌎

-this man is the definition of Cabin Fever

-you had to tackle him from sneaking out and adventuring

-“there is a world to be adventured!”

-“THE WORLD IS ON LOCKDOWN DINGBAT”

-he is depressi spaghetti

-but you try to cheer him up by ordering his favorite ice cream and playing video games like Super Mario Bros.

-after a while, he started giving in to that he can’t go outside which sucks

-but he gets to be stuck inside with his favorite being

Google 🌐

-this dude repeats safety precautions every

morning and you are THIS close from shutting him down

-“day 28: I am going to shut this robot down if he says social distancing one more time”

-“day 28 pt. 2: I tried shutting him down but he just put his hand on my forehead and kept me at arms distance IM GOING TO THROW SOME HANDS”

-when he isn’t annoying, he follows you around the house as you try and find things to do

-you baked some apple tarts and ate all of them in an hour while watching Buzzfeed Unsolved with google

-he hugs a lot

-so he cuddles a lot

-and he also makes you wash your hands more than the mandatory amount

-so, he’s just watching out for you

-you also made him say “puny mortal”

Dark ❤️💙🖤

-this boy just says “nope” to the world and just teleports you to the void with him

-y’all just chill in an apartment in the void

-he has all of your favorite snacks and drinks

-and he lets you cuddle him since he’s not much of a cuddler

-also he hugs you from the back

-he always kisses your head

-he just wants you to be safe uwu

-by any means necessary

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Stuck with You | Darkiplier x Reader

a/n: ooh hello, am back

warnings: none? loosely based off of stuck with u by Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber, not gonna lie

summary: hes BABEY. UWU.

It was an hour before dawn when you suddenly woke up to a dark room, moonlight draped across your bed as the entity slept soundlessly beside you. Your waking eyes blinked, making sure the figure beside you was real, seeing that he almost never slept anymore. It was almost unreal, he looked like he was laying in a coffin, perfect and unsettling. You weren’t even sure he was even asleep, but you felt your eyes tug down as you sleepily watched the figure move towards you, and a hand gently graze your cheek. You didn’t shiver at his cold touch, didn’t give pause to the soft kiss on your temple.

You always let Dark sleep here when he grew exhausted, when he needed someone to anchor him.

Cold lips gently press against your forehead, and you felt a cold sharpness splatter on your cheeks. You knew it was his tears. You knew that his internal battles were something he often didn’t win. But you stayed there, letting him hold your face softly, feeling a soft, yet cold breath on your hair.

“Run your mouth, throw a fit, cuss me out, I wouldn’t change being stuck with you until the bitter end.” A kiss pressed into your skin, and it set you on fire, as his arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you closer and closer.

It was sweet.

Your only thought was, I’d want to always be stuck with you.

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Trapped | Darkiplier x Reader (kinda)

a/n: this was requested by @bender-of-life !

Dark was a little confused with you asked him to watch your cat for you. Being the good boyfriend Dark was, he accepted and took the little crate with creature inside to the Ego Manor. As soon as you took out your baby and placed him on the ground, you kissed Dark goodbye and left.

Now Dark was alone in his room with an entirely black cat who sat right next to him on his couch.

The fluffy black cat stared intently into Dark’s eyes, as Dark stared at it.

“We are going to have to cooperate here, Hades.” Dark began as the ice blue eyed cat began to lick his paw. “You are going to stay in this room until Y/N returns-“

Hades had stopped licking his paw and had proceeded to crawl onto Dark’s lap, making Dark pause. The cat purred before curling into a ball on his legs. Dark just glared down at the creature.

“This is against the rules, Hades. I must be able to leave.”

The cat did not move.

Dark sighed. “I believe I am stuck.”

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breathin | Wilford Warfstache x Reader

a/n: @bender-of-life requested this and gave me a choice between Wil or Dark and I was like “I don’t have enough Wil” so here this is

WARNING: Panic attacks about quarantine and cussing y’all, be careful

Breathe.

It’s okay, you know it’s okay. What’s a few weeks in quarantine? It’s okay.

No, it’s not fucking okay. Panic. Panic mode. I’m gonna be in quarantine for the rest off my life, I’m gonna be stuck in this damn place forever.

“Y/N.”

Your felt warm hands on your cheeks, and your panic bubbled up your throat as you looked up to meet dark brown eyes.

“Honeybun, what’s wrong?” Wilford spoke gently, the opposite of his bubbly and normal tone. One hand rested on the back of your neck and the other stayed on your cheek. Tears ran down your cheeks but went unnoticed, as Wil felt his own worry crawl up his back. “What can I do?”

You started to shake as your hands gripped the old t-shirt around your frame. You didn’t know how he could help, you were used to calming yourself. You didn’t know if he could help.

After a short moment of thinking, Wil spoke softly, “Can you tell me five things you see?”

You started to panic more, these walls were a prison to you; you needed to get out. You needed to go somewhere far away, somewhere where you could-

“Y/N, can you tell me five things you see, sugarplum?” Wil asked.

“Y-You...” You started, taking in a small but deep breath. “The floor and my pants and the bed and the ceiling.”

Wil nodded. “What about four things you can feel?”

You had to take another breath to answer, thinking about what your hands and feet were touching. “T-The carpet, the-the-my clothes ‘n you and your shirt.”

“Three things you can hear?”

You took a deeper breath as you began to think.

“You, I ca-can hear you... The fan... and... the TV.”

Wil’s thumb moved gently across your cheek. “Two things you can smell?”

“My perfume and you.”

“One thing you can taste.”

“Tears.”

By the time he smiled, you realized you were calm. You smiled in return as Wil placed a kiss to your forehead. Your arms wrapped around his chest.

You always knew Wilford knows what’s best.

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the ghost of you | Damien x Reader

a/n: guess who’s back, back for five minutes 🎵

warnings: depression, female!reader

Your fingers tangled with Damien’s as you two swayed around the ballroom. Your hair was down, makeup done perfectly with red lipstick being the spotlight. Your rose gold ball gown swayed as you and Damien danced in synchronization. His arm around your lower back and his other hand holding yours, his eyes never left you as he gazed down at you. The music that hummed in the background was peaceful as your heart warmed by the sight of your lover. You could practically hear him say ‘I love you, darling’, even though no words escaped his lips.

Everything was perfect, you couldn’t want anything more. Until he started to fade away.

His touch turned cold as you watched him fade away into the nothingness you’ve been imprisoned in. But you couldn’t help holding your hand up and still dancing around; it was comforting after what you just saw yesterday...at least you thought it was yesterday.

You remembered the day you were tricked into the mirror. You remembered reaching for Damien’s cane on the table, then looking up to see him. The man who called himself ‘Dark’.

The thing you know now is cold. The world you were ripped from was warm and sunny, and now you lay in the cold nothingness of the void. Nothing happened here, weather never came, you haven’t seen the sun in God knows how long. You wished you could feel that warmth on your skin, at least a speck of rain on your face or a snowflake on your tongue. You wished for that annoying gust of wind that messed up your hair, the cold brushes of winter and the warm breezes of summer.

You wished Damien was here with you.But you knew now, that no one would come for you.

Not even the man you thought would burn the world for you.

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Dark, to Yancy: Why do you have a brick?

Yancy: [glances at the brick he’s holding] why don’t you have a brick?

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Summertime | Yancyplier x Reader

a/n: requested by @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch !! this is my favorite. I. Can’t. Stop. Rereading. Song lyrics: Summertime by My Chemical Romance

warning: ANGST. HECC. REJECTION. KIND OF. ITS COMPLICATED.

When the lights go out, will you take me with you?

When those handcuffs landed on your wrists, you knew that your life was done for. Framed for murder would be on your tombstone, and no one would change it. When you walked into that penitentiary, you thought you were gonna die alone. That your name would be dragged, that these inmates would kill you.

You didn’t anticipate meeting Yancy.

And carry all this broken bone, through six years down in crowded rooms and highways I call home?

He was sweet.

He looked intimidating, but he was the first person to ever speak to you at Happy Trails, since he was your new cell mate. He detailed the happenings of your new home and how he was your new friend.

When he was talking about you two being friends, there was a glimmer in his hardened eyes.

That was the first time you smiled since the disaster began.

Something I can't know 'til now, ‘til you pick me off the ground.

Months went by, and the butterflies got stronger the closer you and Yancy got. You did everything with Yancy, because you two were inseparable; and because you were hopelessly in love with that sweet smirk, those mischievous glares and those dumb jokes that made you smile. You made new friends, and became known as a prison-wide friendly inmate who everyone loved. You knew everyone, you were kind and often stopped fights; even though you knew that that kindness landed you here.

Everyone loved you, except for the one who you wanted to. You kept trying to tell him, to ask him if he loved you too but those words always die in your throat when you want to. When he smiles at you when you want to talk just evaporates your purpose and you just ask him something dumb instead.

You were scared that you were going to lose your best friend, your lifeline if you told him that you loved him. You were petrified that he would ignore you and leave you, your unsteady world would collapse.

With a brick in hand, your chapped lip smile, your scraped-up knees...

So when the new guy waltzed into the cafeteria, you sought to make friends. By the time you got to him, your hand barely grazed him as Tiny punches him through the wall. As soon as Tiny did it, you jumped in to help the poor guy.

That was a mistake because that landed you in solitary. For a week.

You were going crazy when they let you go back to your cell.

Your eyes landed on the person you wanted to see most, and God, your heart pounded. That mop of black, wavy hair was moving excitedly in your-

Newly decorated cell.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion; the cell only had a few decorations like a table and the picture of a cat that you named Marvin. As the guard opened the cell, you watched as Yancy...made your bed. He never made his own bed, that’s strange for him to even make your bed. It brought a smile to your face.

“Thanks for the warm welcome, Yance.” You giggled, which made Yancy jump. He turned just as the cell door clicked behind you, and you looked around the place. There was a new table with chairs, a rug, a new pillow on your bed-

“Yeahs...” Yancy stood up straight, his hand scratched the back of his neck as his eyes darted away. You knew Yancy always told the truth, he trusted you too much to lie to you.

You took a cautious step forward.

“Yancy.”

He looked like he was going to explode, and you had barely neared him. Your glare never wavered as you took more steps.

“Yancy, talk to me.”

Your hand softly landed on his cheek, holding his face for the first time as you moved it to face you.

You wanted to kiss him there, to tell him that you loved him for months.

But that gaze.

“I’m gonnas escape.”

And if you stay, I would even wait all night.

Your jaw and hand dropped.

Yancy?

Escaping?

Tears began to run down your face as you spoke in a hushed whimper, “Why?”

Yancy spoke in a low voice. “I’m in loves, Y/N. There’s this persons, who I’s helped get outs of this place. Theys was my cellmate while youse was in solitary. They...changed mes, theys was magical.” He turned combing his hands through his hair. “I just fell, Y/N. Haves you ever felts that way? Thats you can’t live withouts them?”

Or until my heart explodes...

“Yeah.”

“I have to goes with them.” Yancy said, and turned to you, but not before you wiped your tears. “I have tos. You have to helps me. Please, I helped youse when you needed me, nows I need youse.”

His hands grabbed your shoulders, and those acid tears threatened to fall but you saw that glare. The glare you wished and hoped would be for you, the glare of desire.

How long?

You wished you had the guts. You wished you had the guts to just grab him and kiss him there, but in that moment, you knew that he wouldn’t be yours. He belonged to someone else.

'Til we find our way in the dark and out of harm?

You knew, deep down, that this was right. Even though it hurt like damn Hell seeing the person you loved the most love someone else. You softly nodded, to which Yancy pulled you into a tight hug, mumbling thanks. His hug was warm, but you were cold as you thought of those dreams of running away with Yancy, escaping this place and living somewhere quiet. You wished you could say those words to him:

You can run away with me anytime you want.

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