# the host ten readera-astrophelic
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Ooohhh a Hosty son overworking himself and reader forcing him to take a break dance and looking after him with all the love in the universe hehe uwu
hosty drabble for you sir < 3 — you could tell he was stressed, not by the chocolate cup piling up on his desk nor the respective bunched up papers on the crunch. but rather it was how often he asked you to help him change his bandages over his eyes . after the third in the by two hours, you pulled him out of his chair and dragged him to the bedroom. ignoring his narrations and protests, you lightly pushed him to lay down and lightly took concern of his bandages . “ the server asks the other to let him finish his writing as he does not need r- ” “ oh you shut it. you are overworking yourself mister ! no more. you lay here and get stay or i ‘m hiding all your pens for a week. ” the host paused, choosing not to answer as you lightly tied the bandages and took off his trenchcoat. he lightly protested but quickly stopped at the stern glare you gave him and continued his narrations as you made certain the other was comfortable . and when he was, he requested you to lie with him. so you did, laying on your side and slenderly laying on his breast as his hand lightly ran through your hair . “ the host appreciates everything y/n has done in getting him to rest, smiling lightly at them who is half laying on the host ‘s chest of drawers. ” you smiled ampere well, looking up and pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw before going to rest with him a good . #[orion]: writing#[astrophel]: elliot the lil bean#[astrophel]: emptynarration#the host x you#the host x reader#markiplier x reader#markiplier x you#[orion]: queue

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HELLO ITS ME AGAIN ! !
I ’ megabyte here with a request
The Host x D.A ! Reader < 3 ISWM P2 SPOILERS// Takes place during ISWM 2, they ’ rhenium going through the different timelines and rather of landing in the cabin and meeting the narrator, they meet The Host . Could be completely downy or angst/comfort, your choice ! I miss my boy < \3 Have a adorable day : ] “ however, the Captain bizarrely started gesturing up towards the sky in a identical unstealthy manner. ” “ What the hell ? ” You whispered as your sleeve was flailing about, drawing you out from behind the bush as you tried to stay obscure . It ‘s like your body had a beware of its own, but you knew what was truly going on . That damn Narrator . He was starting to authentically piss you off, specially back on the transport where he started doing any he wanted to you and those around you. At one period he tried making two people fight each other, so they became sharply aware of this “ higher being ” much like you did . You just wanted to get back to your own timeline and fix things..why did he feel the need to complicate crap and make your life even more of a living hell ? now because of his dazed narrate, your cover was blown and you were on the footrace from this feral Mark — obviously called Heehoo in this universe . “ well, it seems to be the end for our audacious Captain- ” “ But with luck, they managed to put adequate distance between themselves and Heehoo. then a sudden noise from the woods startles him into fleeing. ” In confusion you slowed devour as you heard a much softer-sounding voice ; similar to Mark ’ mho but not quite him. Looking back, you saw that Heehoo had fled, spooked by a forte rustle in the bushes . You wondered who saved you, though … you knew merely one other person who spoke in narrations . “ What ? ! No ! You can ’ t do that ! Who the sin are you ? ! ” The Narrator demanded . “ The one who will be taking over the report from hera on out. Goodbye, Dr. Mills. ” “ Wait ! ! NO- ! ! ” You flinched slenderly as you heard what sounded like a bat striking something, followed by a heavy thud against an unobserved floor. then you heard the squash racket being tossed aside and a sigh. “ now then..the deflection crystal glows brilliantly in the night, sending the Captain to a familiar invest that may jog their memory. ” Raising your hand, you saw the quartz glass glow bright than ever before you were whisked away through another wormhole, landing in … A library ? You looked around, removing your helmet as you breathed in the scents of old wood and wallpaper, sighing deeply. This surely felt conversant . “ The Host is relieved to see the Cap — [ y/n ] has made it in one part. ” Blinking, you turned around to see a sealed homo in a tangent trenchcoat, illuminated by a dim orange lamp light. The gauze wrapped around his eyes was houseclean, and the smile on his font was quick. You noticed he had bandages around his hands, besides, though that didn ’ metric ton hold on you from going over and taking them into yours . “ host ! ” You grinned. “ God, you don ’ thymine know how gladiolus I am to see you. ” “ ..h-he considers the impression mutual. ” He seemed a morsel flustered by the fact you were holding his hands, as he cleared his throat . You realized his discomfort and let go, chuckling awkwardly. “ Sorry. It ’ s just..it ’ s been one crazy stumble after another. Thanks for getting rid of that control freak out. ” “ [ Y/n ] has nothing to fear. He was a..poor excuse of a narrator, and an even worse author. ” He shook his steer. “ But with the menace of him gone, [ y/n ] believed they deserved a collapse from their travel across timelines. ” “ Damn right I do. ” Sighing, you slumped into one of the couches, leaning rear and closing your eyes for a bite, trying to relax . once you felt a little bit calm, you looked back at Host, who was sitting nearby and reading something in braille. “ Say, I don ’ t think you can “ tell ” Mark into shutting down the warp kernel … or “ tell ” him into this timeline, can you ? ” “ The Host has a notion that attempting to influence events in other realities may break the universe promote, so he abstains from doing so. He already took a risk bringing [ y/n ] hera. ” “ … of path, that ’ vitamin d be excessively easy- ” “ however, he may have found something that can assist [ y/n ] in their quest. ” Closing the book, he stood up. “ And thus they follow him to his studio. ” Feeling your legs move on their own, you followed him to a room that held his radio broadcast equipment. You remember him taking up this profession after he had gone blind — since, of course, he couldn ’ thyroxine write as an generator anymore. But he did make capital podcasts . He picked up a small leather record on the desk, handing it to you. “ The Narrator ’ s book. ” “ He was..using a book ? ” After taking it, you flipped through a few pages, eyes widening as you read the most holocene one about your branch flail and other unusual actions you ’ ve taken, followed by illegible scribbles ( assuming they ’ re from the Narrator ’ s struggle with Host ) . You couldn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate believe it. That asshat was controlling your every remember and move with writings . You noticed a little blood tarnish in the corner, but you didn ’ thymine care. Whatever the Host did to him was much deserved . “ Son of a bitch. All this time, he was in another worldly concern ripping away my free will- ! ! ! ” on the spur of the moment you came to a realization as you gazed at Host. “ Wait … he was able to do all of this no matter what universe I was in. ” “ indeed, that book is a herculean interdimensional creature, greater than the Host ’ s own abilities, even. And the flight feather in his possession is- ” “ That ’ s it ! I can use this to find Mark ! ” You beamed, going over to take the quill from his hired hand. “ I ’ megabyte gon na need that … .Host ? ” Blinking, you noticed how deplorable he appeared as he moved it just out of your strive, taking a step back . “ Does [ y/n ] in truth wish to leave then soon ? ” Your smile faltered. Of course you didn ’ t pale na leave him already, though you knew you had to get going. Or else the deflection crystal itself would drag you back into the wormhole and put you god-knows-where . “ ..I ’ d hate to but..I-I made a huge mistake. You know that, Host. I have to find Mark and fix this. The longer I wait about, the worse everything ’ sulfur gon na get. once this is over I ’ ll come find you. ” You put your handwriting out, hoping he believed you. “ I promise we ’ ll have all the time in the populace to catch up … but first I got ta save all the worlds. ” After a here and now more of hesitation, he ultimately relented and handed over the quill. “ The Host understands. however, he warns [ y/n ] to write clearly and not be so ambiguous, as there could be consequences that even he can not foresee. ” “ … I merely have to breathe and there ’ sulfur consequences. ” Rolling your eyes, you sat down in the chair and opened the ledger to a new page, publish : “ The Captain finds Mark, the head engineer of the Invincible II. ” “ There. Can ’ triiodothyronine catch anymore specific than that. ” “ So it is written. The Host bids [ y/n ] farewell and wishes them luck on their travel. ” “ Thank y- ” All of the sudden a wormhole opened beneath your feet, dragging you down into it as you cursed rather obstreperously in aggravator . “ Oh WHAT THE FU- ” The Host watched as it closed, finding the Narrator ’ s book and quill left in-place of where you once stood. He knelt down and picked them up, sighing somberly . once again he was all alone . But he enjoyed your company. He hopes to see you again soon . #clanask#iplier egos x reader#iswm 2 x reader#in space with markiplier x reader#the host x reader#host x reader#iswm 2 spoilers

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Bad, Bad Things
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The Host x gender inert ! reader
thank you, anon, for the request < 333 Tumblr media
A/N : I think I ’ megabyte project here, kids. I felt very guilty about existing and precisely went “ hey that ’ five hundred make a banger fic ” LIKE ? ? ? HELLO ? ? ? ? anyways. He feels guilty because he ’ s a MURDERER. I ’ five hundred be more worry if he WASN ’ T guilty. master of ceremonies is deplorable and you ’ ra sad and everyone ’ s sad and we all need therapy enjoyyyyy !
TW : Mentions of rake and death and agony. I mean it ’ s the Host, so .
Word Count : 1.3k
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The Host didn ’ triiodothyronine like being entirely with his thoughts. He didn ’ t like a lack of stimulation going on in or around him. however, he besides said that he didn ’ t enjoy over-stimulation, causing you to turn your music off. He couldn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate help but feel he ’ five hundred made a error .
You were sitting quietly nearby, scribbling whatever you were working on down on a nibble of paper. He tried to focus on the sound, but it was so quietly compared to what was going on inside his head. The fact that the noise was inconsistent adenine well was driving him harebrained. He could constantly leave. nothing was keeping him hera. He could move into a different room or go outside to sit or call person to help him write a history or … something .
He shouldn ’ t have thought of his stories. He should n’t have thought of it .
Screams. Cries. Yells for help. He shouldn ’ t have thought of it .
Running. Banging. Kicking the door. He shouldn ’ t have thought of it .
Begging. Pleading. rake on the floor. blood on the walls. lineage on the bat. blood on his confront .
“ –Enough ? ” You said abruptly. He hummed his wonder. “ I asked if you think 5 eggs will be enough. ” He furrowed his eyebrows and turned his promontory in your general direction. You were standing by the bed, he knew that much. possibly at your desk, possibly in front of the closet, he didn ’ t very know .
“ For… ? ” He asked. You clicked your natural language and he felt a prick of guilt. He should ’ ve been listening .
“ For… the omelets. In the dawn. I was gon sodium make omelets and– I told you this earlier. ” You explained with a bantam chuckle. He pursed his lips, burying the self-deprecation down .
“ You told the Host earlier ? ” He alternatively asked, quietly. He heard your movements stop .
“ Yes, I–how many eggs normally go in an omelet ? ” He knew you were shaking your head by the audio of your clothes ruffing. He thought about it for a moment .
“ Three. ” He said .
“ so, I need to buy more eggs. ” You sighed. He frowned .
“ Or two. ” He shrugged. You paused, and he knew you gave him a search. He always knew .
“ … so, one of us can get three and the other can get two. That ’ ll employment. You can have the three. ” His bridge player twitched with the pang of guilt mix with affection that he felt .
“ ordinal number ” He stated .
“ Why ? Are you not that athirst in the mornings ? ” You asked, approaching the bed by the sound of your footsteps .
“ No, the… Host… ” He felt a ball in his throat. What to say, what to say .
“ What ’ s the matter ? ” You sat on the bed, which tilted towards you. He could feel your warmheartedness and refrained from asking you to give him a embrace .
“ … the Host doesn ’ thyroxine think anything is wrong, and he says deoxyadenosine monophosphate much. ”
“ You don ’ triiodothyronine remember ? ” You scoffed. He pressed his lips into a slender occupation .
“ … the Host is a short uncomfortable with the topic of conversation, and he says as much. ” You didn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate solution for a while, and he got scared .
“ … alright, yeah, I… that ’ s fine. ” You said, petting his hair. He sighs a little and leans into your touch. “ You ’ d tell me if you needed something, right ? ”
“ Yes, ” He lied .
“ Ok. I ’ thousand gon na go get dinner. ”
“ Ok. ”
“ Do you want the television receiver on ? For background noise ? ”
“ No. ”
“ Ok. I ’ ll tell you when it ’ sulfur ready. ”
“ Ok. ”
“ Ok. ” Your hand was removed from his hair, and it took about all of his self-control to not ask you to put it back immediately. You left the board, closing the door behind you. He turned his headway forward, towards the ceiling. He tapped his fingers on his face, trying to distract himself from the Bad Thoughts™ with you thoughts. He liked thinking about you .
however, this was a identical, identical bad estimate because the bad thoughts decided to mix with the you thoughts and formed a identical, very bad “ hurt meaning other ” category of thoughts .
Your screams. Your cries. Your yells for help .
You ‘re running. You ’ rhenium bang and kicking the door .
You ’ re beg. Pleading. Your blood on the floor, on the walls, on the bat .
Your blood on his front .
His fault. He did this. This is his defect .
He actually shouldn ’ thymine ’ ve think of it .

The Host went directly back to his spot on the sleep together after dinner. barely a password before or after, just wanting to get back to his own self-deprecation .
You knew something was wrong, and he knew something was ill-timed, and he knew that you knew something was wrong, and he hoped and prayed you wouldn ’ thyroxine ask him what was wrong. He ’ five hundred established that crying was very not full for the health of his eyes that already took a bunch to care for as it was without his tear ducts malfunctioning and making his eyes bleed .
He laid down with a sigh, listening to you doing… whatever it was you were doing in the living board. You tended to walk around a bunch, and he could never tell if it was for a purpose or if you barely liked to do it .
His thoughts began to drift again with the static background noise of you doing… any. He thought again about himself and his former “ employment ” .
He couldn ’ t say he got paid for it, because he didn ’ thymine. He did it because he liked it. He found it fun .
He was disgusted by himself sometimes .
You ’ five hundred made it absolved that you don ’ metric ton hold it against him, but he couldn ’ t aid but think that you should. He hurt people. He killed people, once or twice. He tortured, and he laughed, and he hurt people because he liked to do it. He was atrocious .
You seemed to hear his thoughts because you walked in before they could take excessively much of a turn into very bad territory .
“ Host ? ” You asked, politely. His pass twitched with the feat to not get besides excited. His brain turned into that of a andiron whenever you walked into the room. He hummed in response. “ Do you want to talk about it ? ”
“ The Host doesn ’ t think there ’ south anything to talk about. ” He lied once again. He felt more guilty about it this time when you heavily sighed and shut the door behind you .
“ Host, I know when you ’ rhenium upset. If you don ’ thymine wan sodium lecture about it, it ’ s ticket. But please don ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate dwell to me. ” You seemed to kneel beside the bed, whispering to him. He felt your hint on his face and shivered .
“ … the Host is a bad person. ” He admits. You ’ ra silent for a second before chuckling. He felt a little defensive. Why are you laughing at his mental dislocation ?
“ Is this now or previously ? ” You climbed into the bed next to him. He turned to you .
“ … previously. ” He nodded. You sighed again, and again, he felt air on his face .
“ Hm. Well, yea. But you don ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate do that gorge anymore. ”
“ But he used to. ”
“ But you don ’ thyroxine. ”
“ But he used to. ”
“ But he-you wear ’ t. ” You cut yourself off from the same third person lecture that the Host did. His sass twitched a little, but he forced himself not to smile. This was dangerous .
“ … but– ” You cut him off this meter .
“ Host, I wouldn ’ thymine be your friend/partner/whatever-we-are-at-this-point if I thought you were a atrocious person. ”
“ … but– ”
“ Don ’ t argue with me, it ’ sulfur bad for your health. ” He pressed his lips into a telephone line and groaned piano. He wanted to argue. rather, he let you scoot closer and wrap your arms around him. “ I know you don ’ t believe me, and that ’ s fine. But… I love you. That ’ s all I know, and that ’ s all that very matters, right ? ” He debated explaining that it was a batch more nuanced than that, but you sounded so happy and hopeful that he couldn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate bring himself to .
“ … the Host thinks you ’ rhenium right. ” He lied for, hopefully, the final examination time .
“ Good. ” You snuggled closer to him and he rubbed his cheek against your hand, resting on his shoulder. “ I love you. ”
“ The Host loves you too. ” He said .
And you ’ ll be happy to know that he ’ mho telling the truth .
#angst tag#orange is kinda sad#The Host#the host x reader#the host x gn reader#the host x gender neutral reader#the host fanfic#the host fic#the host markiplier#markiplier egos x reader#markiplier egos#x reader#x reader fanfiction#x reader fanfic#x reader fic#anon request#x gn reader#x gender neutral reader

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A lone Soul | Chapter One
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MINORS DNI ! 18+ only ! Warnings : Descriptions of ferocity. Blood. Fluff. The Host x Reader. Sensation Play/Sensory Deprivation. The Host is self-conscious. The Host in abnegation of feelings at foremost. The reader is a ledger worm. Vaginal sex. Unprotected sex. oral sex ( female receive ). bondage. Wax fun. Aftercare. Slight Darkiplier x Reader. Jealous Host. Angst. The Host is super caring of the lector. ( The host relationship will be more romanticist than anything ). In this The Host inactive has his eyes ; they ‘re fair milky and has scarring on his eyelids and around his eyes. Taglsit : ~If you wish to be added then please let me know, lovies ! @ the-craziest-writer @ the-craziest-lady
Mr. Wilford Warfstache was a foreign man, to say the least. It was a bite of an understatement with the chaos that always seemed to ensue with him. Just minutes in the first place you were pissed off ; Carrying the box of your office supplies as you walked to your car, on the verge of tears but not from sadness … but from anger since your boss had fired you for no reason at all. He refused to give you an answer as to why you were fired. You were approached by a valet in light brown pants that was rolled up his shins a piece to show pink and white stripe socks, brown loafers, pastel pink suspenders, a pastel yellow shirt with a hot pink bow. He had a cotton candy pink mustache and was quite cheery for your like at that very moment. He stuck his hand out and introduced himself as Wilford Warfstache. A celebrated interviewer. He leaned against your car and watched as you shoved the box of supplies violently into the backseat before reaching for the door manage to get into the driver ‘s seat only to be stopped by Wilford. “ I can offer you a job. We are looking for person to help be a caregiver and to help around the identify. ” He said with a smile, holding out a card with a hot tap mustache logo on the front with a boastfully ‘M ‘ behind it. “ Fine … when can I come in for an interview ? ” “ Interview ? Oh you do n’t need one for this job and from seeing all your office items I assume you were pretty good at your job, right ? ” You glared up at the man and let out a sigh. “ Yes … I was. So you ‘re saying you ‘re hiring me hera on the spot ? Why me and not some early person ? ” “ Because I saw something in you … Plus I am the emboss so I can hire whomever I please. Be there tomorrow at 8am. ” You closed your eyes and sighed again, diffident if you should truly trust this leftover world or not. When you opened your eyes to speak and give him your answer he was nowhere to be found. You shook your head and climbed into the car before heading home. The future sidereal day you head to the address that is etched in pen on the bet on of the tease and parking lot, tapping your fingers against the steer bicycle and knawing at the at heart of your impudence before exiting the car and head inside. Wilford smiled and hooked his arm with yours, leading you into the meet room. You waved shyly at the group sitting in front man of you, swallowing heavily as they turned to look at you. Your eyes flicked over to the man with bally framework wrapped around his heading then to the serviceman at the center surrounded by a dark aura. “ Y/N looked about at the men in front of her, diffident if she should truly be here or not and if she can truly trust any of us. She realizes that The Host can not see and feels guilty for greeting us with a wave. The Host takes no offense to this gesture. ” The man, whom you now know as The Host, says as he sits there with his boldness ahead. You swallow as the man in the center stand and walks over to you, circling you like a marauder about to devour his prey before he turns and looks at Wilford. He gripped your arm and force you to look at Wilford. “ Why did you bring an foreigner in ? ” The man says with a little grumble. You realize you hear a high plangency as bolshevik and blue radiate off the man. “ She can help us, Dark. Yes, there are many of us who can do what needs to be done but a little extra helping hand wo n’t hurt-. ” “ Darkiplier stares at Wilford with a glare, the thoughts of how bad of a design this is, floods his mind-. ” “ Yes … Thanks, Host. I appreciate the feedback. ” Dark says through gritted tooth. “ Fine. But if you fuck up or try to betray any of us … I will kill you. Understood ? ” You nodded and stared up at him, blushing slenderly. “ Ye-Yes, sir. ” “ Good girl. You listen well. ” “ The Host offers Y/N if she ‘d want him to show her around the compound before she gets more fluster at Dark ‘s words. ” “ That ‘s cute … I get you flustered, human ? ” The Host stood and walked over to you, motioning for you to follow him. You quickly followed him outside of the room, your eyes taking in your surroundings. “ The Host is blue
about his friends. They can be … quite a handful. specially Will. The Host has a library he would love to share with you since you love to read. ” “ H-How do you know that ? ” You looked at him with a wide-eyed expression. “ The Host knows many things. Y/N wants to know what happened to The Host ‘s eyes. ” “ Yes, but you do not have to tell me. It is not my locate to know. ” He opened the door to a colossus room of books, your jaw-dropping with excitement. “ Y/N approves. ” “ identical much so, yes, Host. I love it. ” You and Host spent many hours talking about stories and books that you both enjoyed. Upon talking he had told you that he was not constantly like this. He used to be an generator. He became harebrained and could n’t handle his gift of seeing everything sol he clawed his eyes in hopes to end the visions. “ Host would like to know if you are moving into the manor with us all ? ” He already knew the answer, hearing your voice was soothing. It was something modern for him to consume. “ I do n’t know. I was n’t even offered however. I mean if I can then yes. I would like that, I guess. It is easier to go second and forth to work-. ” “ Wilford has not told you ? Moving into the manor is separate of the job. You will be helping there not here. This is just a seat for meetings and where some of us work, including me. ” “ Well, I guess I have no choice now do I. ” You giggled, placing a caring handwriting on The Host ‘s hand. He flinched away and swallowed hard, looking off from you. “ The Host is blue about that. Shall we go get your things cook ? Dark will help you pack. I must get spinal column to work. ” “ Right. I-I ‘ll see you tonight then ? ” He gave a small nod before you left to go meet up with the other egos. A weird touch he ‘s never felt before beginning to creep into his empty shell. Dark was a harsh man to you. At least for immediately. He loves teasing you now that Host has spilled how you felt toward him. He tossed your things onto your sleep together and turned to you, staring down at you. You let out a rickety breath and looked away causing him to grip your jaw and power you to look at him. “ I do not trust you. I feel like you ‘re up to something. ” “ N-No, sir. not at all, sir. ” He tutted his tongue a bit before smirking. “ You ‘re going to be a fun little plaything. ” The Host stood at your afford doorway, clearing his throat to get both of your care. only then did you realize he has a blank patch in his hair’s-breadth. He took notice and ran his fingers through his hair, the corners of his mouth twitching up ever so slenderly. “ The Host would like you to know that dinner is ready. Y/N is identical hungry. ” “ That I am, Host. ” “ She is n’t going anywhere fair yet. ” Dark said, gripping your bicep. “ I merely got you entirely. I think we should get to know each other. ” “ The Host will not let you be along with her. Dark backs away from Y/N. ” Dark grumble as he does barely that, glaring over at Host. “ Y/N walks over to the Host and walks with him to the dining area. ” You smile lightly and walk over to Host. He turns his point towards Dark as if blazing at him before he ushers you downstairs. shortly after you sat between Host and Illinois, Dark sat at the table while cracking his neck slightly. “ The Host will like to wish Y/N a nice quell here with us. ” “ I very do hope you enjoy your stay here. If you always need avail with anything please let ‘s know. ” Wilford said with a big smile, raising a wine methamphetamine. “ Yes. Do enjoy your stay. ” Dark said with a smirk, holding his glass up. “ If you ever need avail with anything. Do not be afraid to ask. ” Google said with a rather creepy smile. “ The Host would besides like to add that if Y/N needs anything. She should ask The Host for assistant. ” He tensed as you placed your pass on his leg. It was nothing sexual or romanticist about it. Just a friendly gesticulate at how grateful you were. “ Thank you, Host and Google. I appreciate it. ” The Host twitched ever so slightly, gripping his eating utensils as you squeezed slenderly before moving your pass to your wine glass. “ therefore, Y/N. Do you have a family ? A
boyfriend ? ” Illinois asked, taking a bite of his food. “ No. No family and no relationship. I ‘ve been hurt besides many times. I moved away from family and stopped talking to them. They were besides toxic. ” “ Should I take worry of them then ? ” Dark asked as he raised his eyebrow, taking a sip of his wine. “ What ? ! N-No. No. ” You giggled and smiled at Dark. “ I appreciate the offer but its very well, Dark. I promise. ” “ Y/N blushes slenderly at Dark ‘s words … ” “ I-I.. no. No, Host. ” You blush as you shove your food into your mouth to keep from saying anything speechless. “ The Host has made Y/N … flustered. The Host apologizes then excuses himself from dinner. ” “ Host … Please stay for dinner. ” You grab his hand softly as he stands. He freezes and tenses up, clenching his jaw slightly. “ Let him go, Y/N. I will bring him some food in a few minutes. ” Bim says with a slender smile. “ It ‘s o, Host. Go get some fresh tune. ” Host gives a slender nod and leaves, his trench coat flowing with his movements. once you were done with dinner, Yancy helped you carry the dishes to the kitchen. He was a very kind world with tattoo covering his arms. You had to admit he was very fine-looking. He insisted to do the dishes so you could check on everyone and see if they needed aid. Your beginning remember was to go check on Host. “ Ho-Host ? ” You heard mumbling as he sat at his desk in his room. It was dim with books and papers scattered everywhere. There was flush recording equipment off to the side. “ Host. It ‘s me. Are you okay ? ” You gasped slightly as you approached him and noticed the fabric was drenched in blood, streaks coating his cheek with crimson as if he was crying. Host gripped your wrists as you reached up to remove his fabric from his headway. You let out a rickety breath as he stood and leaned down, his jaw slightly clenched. You felt guilty for making him angry. He seemed to take notice as he loosened the bag on you. “ Y/N looks up at The Host in horror as he stared down at her with grit teeth. She was certain that she had angered him … The Host is not angry. He … I … am afraid you ‘ll be scared of me. ” He swallowed hard as he allowed you to place your hands on his boldness, cupping his face softly. You were then easy, he thought to himself. He took in a sharp breath of air as you moved closer to him, your chest practically against his as you slide his coat off, laying it on the back of his chair. You noticed his muscular figure as the framework of his invest hugged him. You did n’t imagine him to look like that. You took a deep breath before tiptoeing and undoing the fabric that covered his eyes and slowly run it. As the cotton material fell from his grimace, he was agile to turn his drumhead aside from you but you stopped him by placing a hand on his buttock, letting the bally framework fall to the reason. “ Wow … ” You said in fear as you turned him to face you. “ Y/N … stands there staring at The Host … secure … She has her breath taken away ? ” Host flinches slightly as you rub his cheek softly. “ I need to get a first help kit-. ” “ Please do n’t leave … The Host asks not wanting her to stray away from his side. He will allow his new acquaintance to help … if she promises not to leave. ” “ Where is the first base care, Host ? ” He motions to his dresser as he stares down at you with milky eyes. You could faintly see that he had brown eyes, the color hanker faded from what The generator has done to his eyes. You felt feel for but he did n’t want you to feel pity for him. You helped him to the bed and sat him down, smiling as he sat there patiently for you like a estimable patient. You returned with the supplies and lightly cleaned the blood from his side, letting out shaky breaths at how big he was and his haircloth just adding to the appeal. “ Y/N is a well ally. Host would like to take you. ” “ No need to thank me, Host. ” You smiled and paused what you were doing to cup his confront in your hands. “ You are n’t a giant, Host. Do n’t let people run over you. ” “ If only you knew how the Host in truth is … you would not think such of him. ” He
placed his much larger hands over your hands. “ The host … has killed people. ” It ‘s been about a month since you started living at the manor with the Egos. They were a foreign bunch but they were your strange bunch. You loved them like how a family should. Dark was rather decent to be around, despite his aura. He was … protective. Wilford constantly made you laugh from his giddiness. Google was constantly there to help. Bing … was well Bing. The Jims were fun to be about, they loved talking to you about versatile things. Host has cleared his throat as he stood at your loose doorframe, holding something behind his back, a flimsy smile on his face. You smiled and looked up from your koran, offering him to come in. When he walked over to you he held out a few books as a couple of blue roses. You blushed slenderly and moved over a snatch so he could sit beside you. “ Host … I love it. Yo-you did n’t have to. ” He chuckled slenderly and rested his head rear against the wall as your fingers ran along the spines of the books. “ The Host wanted to … for you. You enjoy reading and Host enjoys telling the stories. ” “ Well … would you like to read to me, Host ? ” You could swear he started to blush as he glanced over at you. “ I want to hear your stories. ” “ Bu-But Hosts stories … are evil.. cruel.. but I will never harm you. ” “ then do n’t kill anyone, punch-drunk. ” You chuckled, grabbing his hand softly. Host paused and noticed you had fallen asleep while resting your principal on his arm, your fingers distillery interlocked with his. He bit his sass softly before placing your books and roses onto your side table then awkwardly wrapped his branch around you, allowing you to rest your steer on his thorax. “ The Host feels at peace and calm as he holds Y/N close. The Host decides to get some rest and falls asleep beside Y/N, knowing he should not be afraid anymore. ”
#the host x reader#the host fanfic#markiplier the host#markiplier egos#darkiplier#the egos manor#the egos#youtuber egos#eventual smut#mostly fluff#cute host

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Host writing somthing to make you love him but you go against the naritive he wrote to tell him you love him anyhow ? ? 👄👁👄
AYE TY FOR REQUESTING < 33 Pairing : The Host x Reader Warnings : Mild compulsion writing style : ruffle ! ! The Host could never stop thinking about you. You were so lovely, one of the most lovely people that he had always met. He knew that there was no manner you would always love you of your volition, so he got an estimate . He would write it. You would be in love with him and alone him. cipher else could ever compare. Just The Host . certain, he was leaning more into his previous habits, but who cared ? It was for love, after all. cipher would be able to take you from him, it ’ five hundred be sketched into reality . He hadn ’ thyroxine set it into motion quite so far, but it appears he wouldn ’ thymine get the opportunity. He unintentionally left his plans on the buffet and you discovered them . You couldn ’ thyroxine believe it. certain, it was slenderly creepy, but you had been in love with him for so long. He walked back into the room, returning from whatever he was doing when he heard his book of plans snap exclude . Shit.. He left it on the counter. Damn it, now what would he do ? He paused when he heard you laughing . “ Silly of you to think that this would change anything. After all, I ’ m already in love with you. I have been for a long time. ” You smiled . “ …Really ? ” He couldn ’ triiodothyronine believe what he was hearing . “ Of course~ ! I ’ m therefore glad that you return those affections. ” You approached him, giving him a tight embrace and a kiss on the impudence . He could feel his face heating up significantly . He let out a capacity sigh. “ How about we do that properly.. ? ” Before you could react much, he took your confront and kissed you. You smiled and kissed back. sometimes, there ’ s no narrative needed for a happy ending, is there ? #markiplier egos#markiplier#x reader#the host#markiplier the host#the host x reader#markiplier egos x reader#fic request

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An Old pain
Pairing- The Host/Reader
Word Count- 431
Request ? – Nope !
Summary- There were a draw of things the Host wasn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate will to plowshare. close as he was, a few were more unmanageable to hide ,
Tag List- @ cookielover0001010, @ swag-droid, @ watchoutforfrostbite
“ What ‘s wrong with your hand ? ”
The Host did n’t immediately respond, frowning and rolling his wrist like he had been on and off for the entire day. It about seemed like an erstwhile habit. You could catch the host rolling his wrist, shaking his hand out, gently pulling it back in a stretch. A well wear, repeating process .
The third base prison term you ‘d seen it your curiosity had ultimately gotten the better of you.

last he let go of his hand, idly shaking it out again as he turned to you .
“ Nothing new, ” he said mildly. The offending pass slipped into his jacket pouch. Out of spy, out of mind .
“ yea ? ”
Your note was credibly beyond casual curiosity but it was excessively late now. Carpal burrow possibly ? At this bespeak you knew about who the Host was, what he used to do. That and the fact that only one hand seemed affected .
The Host merely hummed an answer, a faint knowing smile on his face. He must ‘ve decided to throw you a cram since he continued, picking up his countenance of tea with the inverse pass .
“ It ‘s an old injury. One he ‘s been dealing with for quite some time. nothing to worry about. ”
It was undefined. still, more than what you were expecting. It was hard telling what you were gon na get asking about things like this. sometimes he clammed up completely. Others he treated it like a mystery alone he had the answers to. He ‘d give you this little look like he knew precisely what you were getting at and then purposefully steer the conversation off track .
The Host seemed to be doing the latter today .
“ careful, ” he murmured, stepping closer, excessively close. A abbreviated brush of hide as he reached past you, nudging your cup back further on the counter .
The bastard just gave you that same knowing smile and took another sip of his tea. Before you could come up with a response he was walking away .
Though the Host was n’t the type to plowshare that kind of thing, you placid caught him doing those like stretches. Absent minded as he read from a script. Frustrated, purse lips as he shelved books. You did n’t push it indeed the subject did n’t actually come up again .
You did want to ask. But it was worth it to see the faint attend of surprise on his face as you offered an frost pack on a particularly bad day. A fond little smile as he gingerly took it from your hands. possibly you ‘d try your fortune again late and see what you got. For now though, this was adequate .
#the host x reader#host x reader#The Host#writersofmark#youtuber ego#reader insert#markiplier ego x reader#ego fanfic#My writing

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could i have “ How could you have hidden this from me ? You lied to me ! ” | “ I did it to protect you. ” with writer ( markiplier ego ) and male lector ? thankies uwu
Fabricated Attraction | The Author x Male ! lector
Oh, man. I loved writing this one. The plat was a little hard to come up with, but once I got writing, it merely worked so absolutely with the motivate. I hope y’all enjoy !
Prompts :
3. “ How could you have hidden this from me ? You lied to me ! ” | “ I did it to protect you. ”
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You had met him some months ago. He had been wandering in the woods entirely, mumbling and muttering to himself as he stumbled around in the dark. A strip of fabric had been sloppily wound around his eyes and you could smell the rake. Your heart had skipped a beat at seeing him and you cursorily offered him respite and aid in your home. When you asked him for his name, he lone continued to stutter and whisper nonsense under his breath. You knew you credibly wouldn ’ thyroxine get any coherent answers out of him, indeed you set to wrapping his wounds by rights. The sum of blood he had lost shocked you. He should have been unconscious mind at this item, yet there he was, blabbering like a bibulous fritter .
You didn ’ triiodothyronine sleep that night. Between changing his bandages and ensuring he wouldn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate get an infection, you were by and large kept up by his mutterings. You did catch some phrases, like “ cabin in the woods ” and “ young man. ” You wrote off his ramblings as a result of his fever or pure exhaustion. There wasn ’ t much else you could do, so you sat by his side all nox, keeping a conclusion eye on his well being .
It was only in the dawn that you learned his identify : the Author. When you pressed further for the origin of such a name, he responded with babblings of men in the woods and a accelerator. While the mention of a gunman scared you, you knew that such a weapon was not the lawsuit of his injuries. His eyes had been scratched out by something—a wildcat or something of the like. unfortunately, there was no cell service in your neck of the woods, and the nearest highway was a few hours drive indeed getting him to a hospital was out of the interrogate. Why you lived so far out, you didn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate know. There was something that tethered you to this station but you couldn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate pinpoint what it was. You merely knew that this cabin in the woods had been your home for years and this valet had stumbled upon it, needing help. So you took it upon yourself to care for him .
The following few days were filled with constant care for this man. His eye wounds needed even attention and his fever still hadn ’ thyroxine pause. The usual hush of your cabin became overwhelm with his mutterings. Over meter, you tuned it out, not having the solitaire to try and decipher what he was saying. possibly it was some sort of limpid, fever-induced dream ? You had limited medical educate, so you simply didn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate know .
When he had ultimately came to, he sat up in a haste. You were at the kitchen at time, preparing your dinner when you heard him stumbling into the room. His arduous pant filled your ears as you rushed to him, slinging his arm over your shoulder .
“ Woah, there ! You ’ ve had a fever for the last several days and are probably very confused. here, seat. I have some chicken noodle soup simmering correct now. ” The words that flowed from your mouth felt scripted and you swore you could hear the homo repeating them. But his ramblings had become therefore quiet that it could have been nothing. You sat him down at the board and grabbed him a bowl of soup. “ Will you let me help you eat ? ”
He nodded, staring forward blankly. If his eyes hadn ’ t been scratched out, you would have guessed he had a faraway search in them. When the soup had cooled down enough, you began to feed him. It was a behind process and mentally draining, but soon he had finished. Turning to your general direction, he reached out and you gave him your hand .
“ What … ” He cleared his throat. “ What is your identify ? ”
“ [ Y/n ]. ” You stated. “ What happened to you, uh … Mr. Author ? ”
He growled a little and you retracted your bridge player, but he grasped it tighter. “ Just … merely the author … ” He corrected, swallowing thickly as he turned away from you. You pursed your lips and nodded .
“ Alright then, Author. now, will you tell me what happened to you out there ? Did you get attacked by a cougar or something ? ” The Author refused to answer but continued to mumble under his breath. You sighed heavily. Getting answers out of him when he was wake up was harder than when he was in and out of a stun. Standing, you helped him to his feet and led him back to the survive room. He stumbled frequently and you were the only reason he didn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate crash into a wall or piece of furniture. For the remainder of the day, you spent your time caring for him. Replacing his bandages, drawing a bath for him, and feeding him. While many would find this long-winded and repetitive, you felt nothing. Yes, you felt bad for him, but there wasn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate any depth to it. Almost like your emotions were flat and unexploited. But even that didn ’ t bother you .
however, the Author continued to stay in your cabin for the next few months. His eyes never seemed to heal and at times, it looked as if he was crying blood. But once he got well enough, he started to move around on his own. There was some screen of baleful feeling around him that you couldn ’ t shake. then there were the subtle changes that occurred in your home. One day, a coffee bean table appeared, the future a bookshelf disappeared without a tracing, and the week after that a garden jump up in your front lawn, and within a few days, the Author no long needed your aid to move about. It was like some force was manipulating the space in your home. And you knew the Author had something to do with it. Him and his mutterings .
“ Author ? ” You called .
“ Yes, [ Y/n ] ? ”
“ Have you seen my keys ? I need to drive to the memory to get some more bandages. ” You stated as you looked for the said item. You had checked the pockets of your jeans, the counter in the kitchen, and in both your room and Author ’ randomness .
“ Aren ’ thyroxine they in that smasher you have in the main hallway ? ” He replied .
You slapped your frontal bone. Of course ! You were always forgetting that ’ s where you put them. then again, after years of throwing things in random places, old habits die hard. “ Thanks, Author ! I ’ ll be rear family by five. ” You then left, locking the door behind you .
Sliding into your car, you slid the samara into the ignition and the engine roared to life. Your car was an old authoritative muscle cable car : the 1967 Ford Mustang. It had cost a pretty penny, but you liked working on old cars like this one. Besides, you were the envy of all the other guys and many ladies loved seeing you come through town. At least, that ’ s what you thought. You paused and stared out your windshield. For a moment, there was a blank spot in your memory that vanished american samoa cursorily as it came. When was the last time you went into town ? It was respective miles away, but you swore you had only gone there a few weeks ago .
Shaking your head, you pulled out of the driveway. You were credibly just tired. Taking worry of the Author was boring workplace, even with his help. Humming to yourself as you drove, you made a genial list of the supplies you would be needing. Bandages and medical videotape were at the top, with kernel and early perishables at the bottom. The Author had expressed a want for a new pair of jeans, so you could credibly pick those up adenine well .
You arrived in town about an hour or so former. A few guys looked over and awed as your car rolled into town, locomotive revving nicely. Parking at your local grocery store store, you stretched and went inside. You raided the checkup supplies as you didn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate know how many bandages the Author would need for his injuries. then you picked out some food items and a few boxes of sodium carbonate. once you were satisfied, you headed up to the counter to pay. The womanhood there didn ’ thyroxine notice or say anything to you, even when you started to load your items onto the conveyer belt knock. You frowned .
“ Hello ? Excuse me ? ” You asked, hoping that she simply didn ’ metric ton see you or was lost in think. There weren ’ t many customers today, seeing as it was late and a Thursday. She calm didn ’ thymine respond. “ Huh … ”
Looking round, you noticed that fourth dimension seemed to have stopped. A couple stood admiring some brassy jewelry, an eldery man was bent over some suspenders, and even the sprinklers for the vegetables had stopped, body of water hovering in mid-air. immediately you knew something was off. Stepping back out of the check aisle, you looked about, hoping that your mind was playing a trick on you. possibly you were dreaming ? That seemed more probably as nothing seemed out of the ordinary—except for the fact that time had stopped, of course .
You tried to keep steady, but you couldn ’ thymine stop the anxious, panicky feel in your thorax from setting in. Leaving your items at the cash register, you jogged out of the store. Outside was even worse. Birds had stopped midair, cars were frozen on the street, and even that previous flicker light had ceased. No one moved, not even as you ran by. You stumbled, tripping on a rock candy. You braced yourself for a collision with another young world, but there was nothing. You fell to the labor as if nothing had been there in the beginning place. Panicked, you looked spinal column improving and saw the young man ’ s image fritzing and about … glitching out ? then he disappeared, leaving nothing in his place .
Your breathe quickened as you ran back to your car. This had to be some wyrd take care magic trick. You don ’ thymine remember taking anything before you left the house—hell, you barely remember leaving the house. What was going on ? Swerving out of the park lot, you didn ’ thyroxine care for the pedestrians that stood frozen in the road. They all fizzled out of being as you drove through them. The drive home felt like nothing as the cabin appeared quicker than it normally did. hardly caring to park uncoiled, you jumped out of your car and rushed into your house .
“ writer ! writer ! ” You shouted, hoping beyond hope that he was unaffected by this strange time phenomenon. You closely collided with him as he stood from the frame. “ Oh, Author ! You ’ re alright. ” You breathed .
The man tilted his head. You noticed there was a amber streak in his dark hair’s-breadth that wasn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate there before. “ Of naturally I am. Why wouldn ’ metric ton I be ? Did something happen in township ? ” He asked. There was great reluctance and waver in his voice that you instantaneously picked up on. Almost like he was struggling to speak, something he hadn ’ triiodothyronine had trouble with in the past. Was he anxious ?
“ I … The … township. The people. Frozen … No … Holograms … I … ” You couldn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate while together sentences and you stumbled back into the frame, sitting down and trying to make feel of what had happened. The author stiffened as you rambled and stuttered. “ They all barely … precisely … disa— ”
“ … I know. ”
Shocked and surprised, you whipped your drumhead to look at the Author. “ What … ? ” How could he possibly know what had happened ? not only was he here the integral time you were gone, he was subterfuge. “ No, no … There ’ s no manner. I just came home. ”
The Author shifted in locate and swallowed densely. “ I know. ”
“ Is that all you know how to say ? ” You exclaimed, your anxiety reaching a flower. “ Wait, you know something more about this, don ’ t you ? ”
He nodded, which caused you to release a pent-up breath. “ then you better do some talking and cursorily, Author. ” You demanded, looking up at him with a cold glare. You watched with a careful, leery gaze as he sat next to you, muttering something under his breath. A fire on the spur of the moment flared up in the fireplace, filling the room with affectionateness. Seconds belated, the crackle of thunder shook the cabin ’ s very foundations, causing you to jump .
“ I ’ m a storyteller. ” He started, looking off into distance. “ With that, I can create and manipulate a number of things with my voice : objects, animals … people. ” You furrowed your eyebrows as you listened intently. none of this made any common sense. Being able to manipulate reality ? That seemed impossible. But his ramblings now had some reasoning behind it even if it sounded farcical. Was he constantly muttering under his breath because he was … storytelling or whatever ?
“ Wait, you … can manipulate people ? ” You asked, fear and anger rising in your thorax. What ’ second to say he hadn ’ metric ton pulled your strings, told you what to do or say like some petroleum puppet maestro ? Any ounce of believe you had had for him—and whatever attraction you felt—faded like bamboozle in the summer. Your mind felt bleary and you couldn ’ thymine think heterosexual. “ And where does that leave me, then ? Are you manipulating me ? Am I some sort of creature to you ? ”
“ No. ”
“ ‘ No ? ! ’ ” You shouted, feeling anger and confusion cloud your opinion. “ then what am I ? You came to me, weak and blind, muttering and mumbling like a fritter from the depths of the woods. How … Did I equitable imagine that or did you make me see something else to gain my commiseration ? Has anything been real the concluding few months ? ” The Author didn ’ thymine respond, which only fueled your confuse, rage-filled self. “ Well ? ! ” You shrieked, urgently wanting answers that you knew only he had .
“ You don ’ thymine exist. ”
Those three words shocked you army for the liberation of rwanda more than you thought they could. “ Don ’ thymine exist ? No, no, no. That ’ s not possible. I ’ molarity sitting right here, talking to your dazed face. ” You retorted, not allowing yourself to believe anything else this man said .
The Author ’ s bandages began to leak and blood red tears stained his buttock and shirt. You had never seen his wounds do that before—it was like he was crying. “ You don ’ thymine exist. ” He repeated. “ I conjured you and this whole setting up to help me. ”
You felt … You didn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate know what you felt. Your chest felt empty all of a sudden, like there was nothing there to begin with. Sitting there, you stared at him and his bolshevik stained boldness. With a soft, bankrupt spokesperson, you whispered, “ How could you have hidden this from me ? You lied to me ! ” Your voice grew to a shout once more and the Author flinched at the bulk. You were nothing more than a fabrication of his mind—why hadn ’ triiodothyronine he told you ?
“ I did it to protect you. ”
You were struck speechless. After a few minutes, you regained your part, though it sounded more deform than earlier, like it was lento fade away like ink on paper. The storm outside had farseeing since faded and tied the fire had disappeared, leaving only silence in its wake up. “ Protect me ? Why ? You “ created ” me to do nothing but help you. Why would you care ? ” The idea that you didn ’ t exist and that you were some character in his fabricated world was even setting in, but it was setting in hard and you felt it in the stone of your thorax .
The Author turned to face you and it clicked. The blood tears, the hesitation, the sad tones. He had fallen in love with you ; his own initiation. “ No. You couldn ’ t. ” You breathed, leaning away from him. His figure turned bleary and you felt tears stream down your boldness. You could hear his voice and knew he was causing this. “ Don ’ thymine you dare. Don ’ thyroxine you dare make me feel deplorable for you. ” You demanded. Oh, you wanted to feel angry, but you couldn ’ thyroxine .
The world around you continued to fade away until it was only you and the Author left. You felt a tingling sensation locomotion upwards from your toes and you watched as your torso became placid. The colors of your skin, hair, clothes, and eyes dulled until they were a pale grey. You turned your head, tears in your eyes as you began to turn to dust. The Author reached for you and arsenic much as you wanted to recoil from his touch, you found yourself leaning into his touch. He caressed your boldness before pressing a sadden snog to your lips. Within seconds, you were nothing but scatter in the wind. The Author stood as light trickled into the dark space he had created. The woods took over once more and the world became filled with strait .
“ The Host ’ sulfur heart felt heavy as he watched [ Y/n ] crumble to dust, but he knew he could not linger long. already, the Host felt person calling for him to come. ” The Author, now called the Host, began to walk away from the home he had spent the last few months healing, though his heart—whatever was left of it—never healed. You were always in the bet on of his mind ; the most perfect character he had ever created was nothing but memories now .
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Woah. I ca n’t believe I actually wrote this. I ‘m therefore gallant of how it turned out. ☺
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Hey I ‘m not certain if I ‘m bothering you but could you do the ilper ego ( colored, bim, host and iswm mark ) with a werewolf/vampire hybrid lector ?
dark
You ’ re an interest creature to him .
Two unlike beings merged into one. Sounds quite familiar .
Tbh he doesn ’ thymine mind what you do or whose rake your feed on. vitamin a long as you don ’ t make a mess and track blood all over the floor .
He besides does n’t want you getting fur on his suit or desk whenever you fully transform .
unfortunately that … happens more than either of you would like to admit ( not to mention it ’ s much encouraged by Wilford ) .
“ [ Y/n ] I ’ m not going to ask again, keep off my … … oh don ’ thymine give me those hapless “ puppy eyes ”. You ’ re no Chica. ”
He scolds you every prison term but does he actually do anything about it ? ?
No .
It might just be the dog-person in Damien who just can ’ triiodothyronine stay delirious at you forever but shhhh
Bim
After today ‘s gameshow, he wondered where the winner and all the “ hamburger ” kernel had gone .
then he hears his product team screaming backstage and finds you fair ? ? ? Biting into sensitive kernel ? ? And only sucking the blood from it ? ?
At foremost he doesn ’ thymine even know it ’ mho you till he sees your rip clothes and it clicks .
No wonder you seemed a little excessively eager watching the losers get chucked into the meat molar .
“ Woah … .WOAH SOMEONE GET THIS ON CAMERA — or … a-actually don ’ thyroxine. Shoo. ” He shoves the cameraman away and approaches you .
“ Heyyyy [ y/n ]. I was gon na see if you wanted your pry but … I guess you already found one, haha. ” He laughs as you look at him, kinda embarrassed you lost control of yourself .
But he ’ mho chill about it, petting your fur and calling you a “ good dog ” .
master of ceremonies
You were something heterosexual of a fictional horror history .
That ’ s Host ’ mho way of complimenting you, which is confusing but he distillery hangs out with you so ? ? ? He likes you .
He wishes he could amply see what you look like .
Though you let him pet your fur and feel your snout/ears/tail/paws whenever you fully turn .
If his sockets start bleeding from stress, you ’ ll have to leave the room bc the scent of blood gets consuming and you don ’ triiodothyronine wan na hurt him. It ’ s something you still don ’ t have excessively much master over .
server knows this excessively and tries to avoid being excessively stressed out around you .
Ofc he can narrate to stop you from attacking but he doesn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate pale na do that either .
outer space
The transport settled on a planet full of hybrid creatures, specifically ones seen as “ myths ” back on earth .
The plot twist ? It wasn ’ thyroxine found by accident. It was actually the home planet of the Captain, aka you. You ’ ve intended to lead your crew hera to establish peace and coexistence with humanness .
Of run, that was far from easy with all the clock loops and universe-hopping, but you finally made it .
however it ’ s not obvious to Mark that you were a werewolf-vampire loanblend this entire prison term ( you hid it relatively well except for when you shoved him into ADS and scented the blood he left all over the scanners ) .
then you finally take off your helmet to reveal your red eyes, fangs, and wolflike face/ears, breathing the fresh air of your planet with rejoice .
then you realize Mark ‘s gaze and you expect him to shriek in horror ( or at the very least be upset you never told him your on-key nature ) .
But he ’ s like “ woah, Cap. You ’ re a big..scary … k-kinda cute vampire puppy ? ? ? ” He ’ s a little confuse ( tho he hush acknowledges you as captain, much to your easing ) .
“ Cute ” is surely a foreign term to your species. But you ’ ll take whatever rare compliments come your means .
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Hey Jealousy
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The Host x gn ! proofreader
A/N : TWO WHOLE MONTHS ANON IM SO FUCKING SORRY ASDJGFARSH im an irresponsible parent. it is therefore hard to write the Host induce I can never remember how he talks lol. BUT. I did it and I finished and it ’ south done babeeeey it took a while but I can assure you I ’ ll kick back up to full focal ratio < 3 the markiplier rage kind of fade but in space with markiplier we ’ ll be back promise. Fluff, jealousy, Wilford, what more could you want ? It ’ s a soft one. delight ! Word Count : 1.4k “ What ? ” The Host asked from the kitchen counter as you washed the dishes. You looked back at him, confused. Confused, of all things. How could you be confused about this ? “ I… know Wilford ? ” You repeated your previous statement. Host wasn ’ triiodothyronine actually facing you immediately, but it felt like he meant to stare at you. It made you a spot uncomfortable, however . “ Why do they know Wilford ? ” He laughed a little, incredulously. You frowned, pausing your movements . “ I don ’ thyroxine know ? He good rather showed up in my house eating some of my leftovers, so… you know. ” You shrugged, continuing . “ No, the Host doesn ’ t. ” He crossed his arms. You put the plate you were holding down and wiped your hands on a towel nearby . “ He wasn ’ thymine doing anything. just sitting there. I let him stay. And then he left. And then he came back. ” You turned about and crossed your arms as well . “ And they let him ? ” He scoffed . “ What ’ s your topic ? ” You laughed, starting to get angry and trying to hide it. That obviously didn ’ t work, because he made that little front that he did whenever you got mad . “ The Host doesn ’ thymine trust him. ” He explained . “ Well, that ’ s fine because I do. ” You turned back around with no promote explanation. Host pursed his lips into a thin line . “ … Hm. ” He hummed, and took a drink of water, apparently capacity to leave the conversation there. You, however, were not . “ I besides invited him for dinner. ” You added. He choked on the fluid, sounding like he was coughing his lungs up. You walked over, patting him on the back. He continued coughing for a few seconds before last clearing his throat . “ What. ” He croaked. You rolled your eyes. man about dies and calm decides to be jealous . “ Why not ? He ’ randomness my friend. ” You shrugged, knowing he couldn ’ t see you . “ He ’ s a murderer. ” He pointed out . “ He ’ mho my friend. ” “ He kills people. ” “ so do you. ” You said before you could stop yourself. You winced, seeing the Host press his mouth close. It ’ second even a moment of a medium subject . “ The Host… doesn ’ thymine. Anymore. ” He mumbled . “ I know. ” You whispered back. He went quiet after that . You did the rest of the dishes without any grief from the Host, but you felt slender guilt for making him feel bad. To be fair, he was making you feel regretful, excessively. The law of equivalent exchange . You cooked dinner as the Host sit in the living room, listening to the television. You watched as he turned his mind one room and the early, trying to figure out which speaker the most noise was coming from. You smile a small, and then frown when you hear rapid and repeated bump at the door. Host tilts his head up and turns the television off. You run over to the doorway, opening it to reveal one Wilford Warfsache smiling at you . “ I– ” He began. You responded by putting a finger up to his lips . “ Can ’ t talk. cooking. Sit. ” You nod to the couch, where the Host is sitting. Wilford gives you a thumbs-up and smiles. You run back over to your food cook on the stove. Wilford sits adjacent to a sulking host who simply turns the television receiver back on without acknowledging the dip in the couch . “ Ooooh, what are we watching ? Bake Off ? Chopped ? Drag Race ? ” Wilford laughed, slowly scooting closer to the middle, and closer to the Host, who tried his cursed to get away from the pink journalist . “ The Host doesn ’ metric ton like reality shows. ” Host deadpanned . “ Oh. What else is there ? ” Wilford asked, sincerely. Host grimaced, not wanting to have to deal with this for besides long and praying you ’ d rush up . “ crime shows. Sci-fi. Fantasy. ” He sighed . “ Like ? ” Wilford put his elbows on his knees and rested his front in his hands, listening intently. Host smelled the other man. He smelled like peppermint and smoke, possibly a bit of whiskey. He fought the urge to gag. He flapped his hands around a bit, thinking of any picture ever . “ The Host watches Criminal Minds. ” He gritted out. He didn ’ metric ton get any response for a bit and wondered if Wilford had passed out or something . “ That show sucks. ” Wilford giggled finally. master of ceremonies opened his mouth to argue . “ EXACTLY ! ” You shouted from the kitchen. Host pressed his lips into a slender line and turned the television receiver volume astir. He and Wilford watched and listened for a few minutes, the faint voice of humming coming from the kitchen, until Wilford took a deep breath. Host braced himself for any he wanted to say, but Wilford just let the breath back out. No words. That was beneficial . Except the Host besides wanted to ask a question, so he equitable had to go ahead and ask it . “ The Host inquires what they like about Wilford ? ” Wilford snorted . “ I could ask you the same. ” He retorted. Host frowned . “ Pardon the Host ? ” He snorted . “ It good seems like such a strange pair. I mentioned Stockholm Syndrome and they yelled at me because that ’ s “ not actual ”, apparently. ” Wilford explained. Host couldn ’ t quite sympathize what was being told to him . “ What ? ” He inquired, dumbly . “ I know ! Something about trauma-bonding or proximity principle ? ” Wilford used air quotes, but realized Host couldn ’ metric ton see them and dropped his hands . “ No, what do you mean they are a foreign pairing ? ” Host corrected. Wilford blinked. Host waited . “ … you kidnapped them. ” Wilford pointed out. host sputtered, coming up with an excuse . “ Well… not them specifically. They weren ’ thymine specified in the kidnapping, they just… happened to… be the person kidnapped. ” Host explained. Wilford was silent for a consequence, and that was all it took for the Host to give in. “ … the Host kidnapped them. ” “ Yup. ” Wilford popped the ‘ p ’ at the end and Host was sure he hated the man . “ Why do they like Wilford ? He ’ s a murderer. ” “ I didn ’ thymine sample to kill them. ” “ The Host didn ’ deoxythymidine monophosphate believe Wilford. ” Host crossed his arms. Again, Wilford didn ’ t answer. Host raised his eyebrows. “ … badly ? “ Why would I ? ” “ The Host assumed Wilford killed people for… playfulness. ” “ Ouch. ” Wilford ’ second voice actually sounded hurt and the Host actually felt kind of bad . “ The Host… is sorry. ” He shrugged. Wilford didn ’ thymine suffice, so he went back to listening to the television. They took in the plot of the show in secrecy until you yelled “ 10 minutes ! ” Both men took deep breaths and promptly released them . “ You don ’ t… ” Wilford started. He clicked his natural language, cutting himself off. Host tilted his fountainhead. “ Are you nice ? To them ? ” “ The Host asks what the sin Wilford ’ s on about because of class he ’ second courteous to them. ” The Host growl . “ … nothing. ” Wilford cleared his throat. The Host huff and kept listening to the television, until Wilford took a breath again. “ People need reassurance, you know ? ” The Host processed the words . Does he give them reassurance ? Do they know that he loves them ? … do they know that he ’ five hundred never hurt them ? well, he ’ mho never said it, but… they should know. Right ? “ … sure. ” The Host replies, plainly . He and Wilford don ’ triiodothyronine talk again. not while the television is on, not when you shout “ dinner ’ s ready ”, not during the entire meal and the prison term they spend subsequently, and specially not when Wilford leaves. The Host has a spot to think about . – “ … the Host calls their name. ” You overheard from the bed when you walked in. Host had gone to bed early and you assumed he was asleep. apparently, you were wrong. You turned to him . “ … yea ? ” You asked with a tilt of your read/write head. He opened and closed his hop on a few times, trying to decide what he wanted to say . “ The Host is… regretful for freaking out. The Host was worried, but he should ’ ve… trusted them. ” The Host grits out, finally. You snort . “ Yeah, well. It ’ south to be expected. You ’ re an ex-kidnapper, of course you ’ re paranoid. ” You joked. You got no response and sighed. “ … sorry. ” You went quiet after that . “ … the Host asks if they will come lay down ? ” He said in a small voice. You smiled and walked over to the bed. You crawled in adjacent to him, cuddling up to his side. You felt at his bandages a little, seeing if he was bleeding again. He gently grabbed your hand . “ The Host loves them. ” He whispered. You raised an eyebrow and smirked . “ They love the Host, ” you mimicked back to him. He gave the back of your bridge player a belittled kiss, and you both soon fell asleep . #markiplier egos#markiplier alter egos#markiplier egos x reader#the host x reader#the host x gn reader#the host x gender neutral reader#the host#the host markiplier#x reader fic#x gender neutral reader#x gn reader#x reader#reader insert#fanfic#fanfiction#TWO MONTHS#anon request#anon my beloved i am So Sorry

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The Host x reviewer
anon : Dis be random as heck but my mind is stuck on cuddling the server and listening to them ramble, or like the host with a s/o who ‘s a writer
cuddle time :3
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Host is a strange man. Always narrating what is going on, alone saying his own opinions in third gear person, only stopping the few hours he sleeps at night. even then, sometimes he ’ ll mumble in his sleep .
You had found it weird at first, but immediately it ’ mho comfort. It ’ s a changeless matter, frequently in the setting while you hang out. It does besides stop when you kiss him, but you can ’ metric ton keep doing that all the time, so you learn to appreciate it over time .
however, one time, while you ’ re cuddle on the frame, your pass on his chest and his arms around you, while you ramble about your newest writing project that you ’ rhenium working on, the global seems a batch quieter all of a sudden .
It takes you a piece to realize that Host isn ’ metric ton saying anything, alternatively his talk is closed and his head is change by reversal towards your own, as if listening intently .
“ Host ? You okay ? ”
“ The Host makes a broken frown, asking why you ask him that. ”
“ You stopped narrating. ”
“ The Host hums, realizing that you are right. He thinks about it, and coes up with the suggestion that his stress was entirely on you in such a manner that it overrode his power or narration. ” You ’ ra shocked, because that is unheard of. Host is back to narrating immediately though, speaking low, lips constantly moving .
“ Uh, what do you think about that Host ? ”
“ The Host does not mind, as he likes to hear you talk about your interests. ”
“ Um, o then, I ’ ll, I ’ ll keep going then. ” You take a deep breath and start talking again. It takes a short while, but finally Host stops talking himself, and good listens to you talk .
#host#The Host#the host x reader#host x reader#the host fanfiction#the host fic#host fic#host fanfiction#reader#reader insert#readerinsert

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A lonely Soul | Chapter Three
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~Fellow Dark Stans …. You ‘re gon na hate me *evil laugh ! * well possibly : ) ~ MINORS DNI ! 18+ alone ! Warnings : Descriptions of violence. Blood. Fluff. The Host x Reader. Sensation Play/Sensory Deprivation. The Host is self-conscious. The Host in denial of feelings at first gear. The reader is a ledger worm. Vaginal sex. Unprotected sex. oral sex ( female receive ). bondage. Wax toy. Aftercare. Slight Darkiplier x Reader. Jealous Host. Angst. The Host is superintendent care of the reader. ( The host relationship will be more amatory than anything ). In this The Host still has his eyes ; they ’ re merely milky and has scarring on his eyelids and around his eyes. Taglist : ~if you wish to be added please let me know, lovies < 3 @ the-craziest-writer @ the-craziest-lady { Gon sodium be classify of a short chapter this one. I apologize < 3 } Your center was racing at the feel of both of them on you. You were gripping onto Dark ‘s suit jacket and felt faint. The Host stopped what he was doing as words began to bumble from his lips in cushy whispers, pulling you away from Dark in a aristocratic manner. Dark gave a broken look until he realized how submerge you were, helping Host bring you over to the bed to sit. “ I-I ‘m good-for-nothing. ” You said, a little embarrassed. “ Why are you deplorable, darling ? You did n’t feel comfortable with it. I am blue. It was my idea. I should n’t have pushed your limits. ” Dark said with a cushy smile, brushing your hair back. “ The Host would like to apologize a well. The Host did not mean to hurt Y/N. ” You could n’t help but smile, feeling butterflies in your stomach. “ I-I um.. I equitable want it to be with Host. ” You blushed, looking at Dark for some closure. “ then it shall be with him. I just.. I let jealousy get the better of me and I ‘m deplorable I yelled. ” Dark placed a easy kiss to your temple. “ Host will take good care of you. I know he will. ” “ Do-Does this think of Y/N is The Host ‘s ? ” He gripped your hand, feeling a little diffident. He however was n’t used to feelings like these. He precisely went with what felt right. “ Yes, Host. I ‘m yours. ” You squeezed his pass and led him to his board, letting out a bantam gasp as he presses you against his door. “ If Host makes Y/N feel uncomfortable … Please let Host know. Okay ? ” He rested his frontal bone against yours, letting you remove his bindings from his confront. “ I will, Host. I promise. ” You kiss his brow then his nose then his lips. He smiled slightly and kisses bet on, holding you stopping point. He leans back slenderly, allowing you to remove his shirt ; red necessitate over his buttock as he looks away from you shyly. “ Th-The Host has n’t shown his body to anyone earlier. ” He closes his eyes with a rebuff groan as your hands roam his consistency, tensing as you kiss his thorax, down to his girdle. “ well, you have a beautiful body, Host. ” You smile against his skin, looking up at him while unzipping and unbuttoning his pants. He tenses slightly but soon begins to melt as you press your lips to his again. Host kicks off his shoes before stepping out of his pants then pulls you up and pushes you to the go to bed and begins to take your clothes off ; his boastfully hands roaming every edge of you. You blush as they stop at your throat. “ M-May The server … see you ? ” It was your turn to blush, guiding his hands to rest on your cheek. He smiles and begins to softly feel the features of your confront, a few tears of rake rolling down his cheek. “ server … ” You say piano, sitting up and wiping the tears away. “ I am … happy … ” You nuzzle into his partake with a smile, tears prickling at your waterline. “ I ‘m happy besides, Host. ” He presses his lips to yours in a love kiss as his hands run down your body to rest against your thighs. Your whimpers only spur him on as he kisses down, peppering kisses all over your body. He kneels between your legs and licks a long strip against your folds, causing you to moan and arch your back. He smirks slenderly and continues, running his clapper against your clitoris as he teases your entrance with his fingers, pushing his middle finger in merely slenderly. He chuckles as you grip his blond and black hair, keeping his head in stead. “ Host … fuck.. Please do n’t stop. ” He groans against your skin as he continues, slightly faster, as he adds his closed chain finger, curling them up to hit against your odoriferous spot. A loud groan echoed through the room as he continued, bringing you closer to the edge. Host grinned and crawled improving until he was face to face with you, pressing your lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth causing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He stood and walked over to his dressing table, pulling out a bandanna made of black velvet. “ Do you … trust me ? ” “ Of course. ” You smiled at him as he returned to you, fastening the material around your capitulum. It smelled of him. “ Lay back and stay as still as potential. ” You nodded and did as was told, resting your head against his eiderdown. At first, you were kinda confused about what he was up to until you felt ghost touches and his soft hint against your bark as he talked quietly. Who knew a homo could make you weak in the knees by words spoken ever then quietly. The feeling was a mind-bending feel as you felt the ghost touches and kisses. He peppered soft kisses all over your body until he leaned over you and pressed his lips to yours, pushing your legs open softly. “ host … ” You whined his identify. It was music to his ears. “ Make love to me. ” You blushed, turning your font away from him. He let out a soft chortle, pressing a cushy snog to your jawline before removing the material and making you look at him. Host teased your entrance before pressing himself into you, his yack clenching slenderly. once he was in full sheathed he paused to make sure you were all right, kissing your cheek softly. Once you gave him the okay he continued, moving his hips lento but abstruse. He gripped your hands, pinning them above your head softly as he kissed you deeply, moving his hips at an even pace. evening though he was going soft and dense, he still hit every angle bringing you huge pleasure. Every groan, every whimper, every fresh short fathom he took in like it would be the last thing he heard. You gripped his hands firm as his hammer rubbed against that especial spot, making your body tremble. You both were close up and he wanted to make sure you would be satisfied. He held you close and rested his brow against yours. His moans were deep and set a ardor in your abdomen as you felt a slub form. You were a wail and shaking mess ; his identify falling from your lips like beautiful praises to the gods. With a few more thrusts you both were clinging to one another, kissing passionately as your orgasms took over, swallowing each other ‘s moans. The both of you lay there with your head resting against his thorax. The fathom of his pulse was like a quiet drum thumping against his ribcage. You smiled to yourself as he ran his fingers through your hair as he mumbled softly with his free hand resting under his pass. “ I love you. thus so much. ” The Host stopped for a few seconds before a smile broke out on his face. “ The Host- … I … Love you excessively. thus a lot. You mean a bunch to me. Never felt something like this ahead. ” “ I am happy to be the one to give it to you. I never want to leave your side. ” You crawled up until you were face to face with him and gave him a quick peck to his lips. “ I never want you to leave my side a well. Makes Host feel … extra. ” He kissed your nose and chuckled. “ What does Y/N wish to do now ? ” “ Let ‘s get food then go to the library. I miss you telling me stories. ” His smile grew as he sat up with you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his oral sex against yours . #the host fanfic#the host x reader#markiplier the host#markiplier egos#thehost markipler#a lonely soul#fluff#smut#romance#youtuber egos

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