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✨Custom Duel Monster Card✨

Card Deck Dragon (9 Stars)

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Attack: 2500+

Defense: 2500+

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Abilities:

• Royal Flush

- This card can be summoned or special summoned from your hand, graveyard, or deck by sacrificing a King's Knight, Queen's Knight, and Jack's Knight.

• Dealer's Advantage

- If the user of this card has more monster cards in their Graveyard, this cards attack points increase by 500. If the opponent has more monster cards in their graveyard, this cards defense points increase by 500. This ability can increase and decrease attack and defense points as the game changes.

Yancy x reader - Behind the Pen

(Y/n) had come to expect letters arriving in her cell every other day. It was a constant thing now. Her family wrote to her occasionally, but the majority of notes she received were from someone she didn't recognize. 

And how could she recognize a letter from someone who never signed it? 

As cliche as it sounded, her apparent admirer was constantly complimenting her through his penmanship. The only reason she knew he was a male was because he had said before in a past letter, "A man like me doesn't deserve an angel like you." 

That comment had made her blush so much that the other female prisoners worried she was running a fever. 

(Y/n) held a new note in her hand, admiring just how simple it was. A small piece of paper with the front held together by a red heart sticker, like you would find on a first grader's valentine. Inside was some messy yet intelligible handwriting that looked like an attempt at fancy calligraphy.

"(Y/n), 

A dove like you should be away and free from us ravens and crows. But of course, this jailbird fell in love with you and can only dream of making you his own. After what I've done with my life, how could I deserve to even be close to you, much less your lover? Nevertheless, like Romeo, I will continue to love you, my Juliet, even if it kills me." 

(Y/n) blushed and walked out of her cell and made it to the yard where a majority of people were gathered. Like usual, they were either playing basketball, lifting weights, or taking a small nap in the sunlight. It was a gorgeous day outside and sleep sounded very appealing, but (Y/n) had something to do first.

"Hey guys!" She greeted her fellow female prisoners, the letter clutched in her hand. Tiny, one of the tougher girls, smiled at her mischievously. "Ohhh~ you got another letter? What does it say this time?" 

Some of the other girls crowded around her to hear the reply as it was read out. They were all romantics in some kind of way and a secret admirer story unfolding right in front of them was certainly exciting. 

"Well, he told me that I didn't belong in a place like this, and he even called me his Juliet." Some of the ladies let out an "awww" and Tiny wrapped her arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders. "Man, he really seems to have a thing for you, huh? Who do you think it is?" 

"I don't know. I keep hoping I can pick up signs or some kind of hint when I interact with the boys, but I'm not picking up on anything. I guess I'm just really boggled that I even have a.." 

She trailed off as she looked toward a group of 8 boys playing basketball over in the prison court. There, being patted on the back after an amazing 2-point shot, was Yancy. (Y/n) blushed, seeing how his slightly damp shirt clung to his toned body, his skin slightly shining from sweat as he panted and smiled at his teammates. 

Time just seemed to move in slow motion when she looked at him. He was beyond attractive. He was so handsome, he could kill ladies with just a look. Heh, maybe that's another reason why he was in prison. 

"(Y/nnn)? Hello?" Tiny waved a hand in front of her face, seeing that her friend had zoned out. "Huh? Oh sorry. Were you asking me something?" Some of the other girls gave each other knowing looks and (Y/n) looked at them in confusion. "Am I missing something?" 

"You have it rough for him, huh?" Asked Tiny and (Y/n)'s face erupted into a bright red blush. "Huh? Why would you say that? He's my friend, granted that he's a very attractive friend, but still!" 

"Girl, admit it. You have a big ol' crush on Yancy." (Y/n) knew she was caught and she looked down in embarrassment. "I.. gosh I know I do but I feel kinda bad about it because I have no idea who's writing me these notes. I kinda hope it's him, but if it's not I'm gonna feel terrible if I don't like this guy back and reject him."

"Reject who?" 

(Y/n) stiffened, recognizing the voice that came up behind her. "Oh, hey Yancy," said Tiny with a smirk, "we were just talking about (Y/n)'s secret admirer." (Y/n) turned around to see the scruffy faced man she had grown to love. He smiled while his tattooed hand rubbed the back of his neck. 

"A secret admirer eh? You don't usually see dat in prison. Yous gots any idea who it could be?" (Y/n) shook her head. "I don't recognize the handwriting and I haven't really got any other clues, so no not really. Do you know anything?"

Yancy shrugged. "We males don't really talk about all dat romance and lovey dovey stuff, but I'll keep an eye out for ya." 

"T-thanks." Was all (Y/n) could say while shyly looking up at his grinning face. He really was so kind. A criminal with a heart of gold. Yancy nodded at the girls behind (Y/n) and turned to leave, joining the other boys back on the court. 

Turning back, (Y/n) saw the girls smirking and looking at her expectantly. “What? Is there something on my face?” Tiny shook her head and laughed softly. “No, it’s just that some of us already know who your admirer is.” (Y/n) was shocked. “What?? Who is it?? Tell me!” Giggling, the girls began to move away, shaking their heads. “Sorry, we can’t say anything. Good luck figuring it out though.” 

“Tiny! Guys! Come on, I thought we were friends!” Laughed the (h/c) female as she chased after them. 

From across the yard, Yancy watched their interaction and he bit his lip nervously. He knew that Tiny and the other girls wouldn’t tell (Y/n) about his secret crush on her, but still, he swore that they loved to tease him with their knowing looks. “Oi, Yancy pay attention!” Said Sparkles McGee, tossing him the basketball. “Sorry. Was just thinking ‘bout stuff, y’know.” 

Bam Bam smirked at him. “Oh, thinking about (Y/n) again are we?” Yancy looked over at him quickly, “What? No! ‘Course not. What makes youse say dat? I think of other things.” 

“Riiiiight, because staring at her and losing touch with reality means you’re thinking about other things.” Laughed McGee and Yancy pouted a little. “Shut up, it isn’t like dat.” 

“We all know about those love notes you’ve been sending her. I’m surprised she doesn’t know it’s you sending them yet.” 

“Well, she doesn’t need t’know either.” Snapped the handsome prisoner, glaring at his friends and tossing the basketball to the net only to miss. “I doubt she feels the same anyway.” 

“Are you kidding?” said Bam Bam, looking at Yancy with evident shock and confusion. “Have you seen the way she looks at you? I swear you’re just as oblivious as she is!” This was news to the man in question and he looked over to where his crush sat with her friends. She relaxed under a tree, her (h/c) hair slightly messy from the light breeze that flowed through the yard. She laughed, her melodious voice sounding like a symphony to Yancy. 

(Y/n) suddenly looked over at him when Tiny pointed him out. She smiled at him, waving, and as he blushed, he waved back. His heart beat so fast and he resisted the urge to run away to his cell. He had a reputation to uphold as the Prison Tough Guy. Turning away, he saw the guys smirking at him and he shook his head, the basketball being passed to him again. “Shut up youse guys.”

-time skip-

As (Y/n) sat in her cell a few nights later, unable to sleep. She was thinking about her admirer. Who could it possibly be? Gosh, she hoped it was Yancy. No, she shouldn’t get her hopes up. Any girl would die to have him as their lover, even if he was a murderer, but Yancy sees all the prisoners as family, so he probably only sees her as a sisterly figure. Her secret admirer was probably someone else. 

That same night, Yancy slaved over pieces of paper in his cell. He struggled to come up with the right words to write down, having to start over every time he made a mistake. “You’re my own personal angel.. Ugh no. ‘ve used somethin’ like dat already. Uhh.. You’re so beautiful… naw. Gosh I’ve used up everythin’.” His eyelids were drooping, exhaustion washing over his body. Yancy wanted to give (Y/n) another letter, but he was too tired to write. “Oh well. Maybe I’ll finish it tomorrow..” He thought as he drifted off to sleep surrounded by his crumpled papers.

-timeskip-

“Have you guys seen Yancy?” Asked (Y/n) the next morning. He hadn’t shown up for breakfast which was very unlike him. Both girls and boys alike shook their heads, but then one voice piped up. “I passed by his cell on the way to breakfast,” said Sparkles McGee, “He was fast asleep. I think he was writing a new song or something last night and zonked out in the middle of it.” 

“Why don’t you go wake him up, (Y/n).” Suggested Tiny and (Y/n) nodded. “Sure. I’ll be back.” She stood up and made her way down the hall to Yancy’s cell. Sure enough, when she entered, the soft sound of Yancy’s light snoring. 

(Y/n)’s heart melted at the adorable sight before her. Yancy was curled up in his bed, cuddling both his pillow and his prison bed blanket. Around him were a bunch of crumpled up pieces of paper. (Y/n) frowned, wondering what exactly he had been writing so late at night. Sure she could just assume that they were just tossed lyrics to a new song, like McGee said, but curiosity was a powerful force and she couldn’t help but look. 

She opened the nearest piece of wrinkled paper and her eyes widened. It was a note for her, but most of the writing was scribbled out. (Y/n) could only make out a few words and sentences here and there as she continued looking through the discarded notes. Lots of the phrases were familiar. The handwriting was sloppy but legible, writing out similar sentences to previous letters she had received. (Y/n) could barely contain her tears of joy as she looked at the sleeping man before her. 

Yancy was her secret admirer all along.

Placing the gathered papers to the side, (Y/n) crept over to his side and she smiled, reaching over and gently caressing the right side of his face. Yancy leaned into her touch in his sleep, letting out a small purr of pleasure. The poor man was touch starved after all his years in prison and now he finally had the chance to receive the comfort and love that he was craving. 

Slowly, Yancy’s eyes began to open and he looked up into (Y/n)’s shining eyes. “(Y-Y/n)? What’re you…” his voice trailed off as her hand trailed up his chiseled jaw into his black hair. He began to fully wake up and he realized what was happening as well as the state of his cell, or more accurately the state which his cell was supposed to be in. 

He sat bolt upright, accidentally hitting his head on the top bunk and almost squashing (Y/n)’s hand, and looked around to find that all the papers that were previously strewn around on the floor were nowhere to be found. “Looking for these?” Came (Y/n)’s teasing voice as she held up a stack of small wrinkled papers. 

Yancy paled noticeably and his hands began to shake. “(Y-Y/n), p-please, I can explain!” He stood up from his bed, fear written all over his face. “Yancy-” 

“No, please listen. I know I’ve been lyin’ to ya about not knowing who was writin’ youse those letters, but I was afraid that youse wouldn’t like me back ‘n I just wanted youse to kinda fall in love with me indirectly before I asked youse to be mine, y’know?”

“Yancy, I-”

“I understand if youse don’t like me back, but-”

“YANCY!!!” He stopped speaking and looked at (Y/n) as she looked at him with an amused smile. “You don’t need to explain yourself. Heck, you had me mostly convinced it was someone else writing these letters.”

“I.. I did?”

“Yes!” Laughed (Y/n), “You did! Honestly, I would’ve felt awful if I had to reject my admirer because they weren’t the person I fell in love with. The letters were flattering, but it would’ve been so much easier just to tell me that you liked me after spending time getting to know me.” Yancy blushed and looked away before she used her hand to gently bring his gaze back to her. 

“And I like you too, Yancy, in a romantic way. I have for a really long time.” 

Yancy blushed so hard and he rubbed his neck shyly. She smiled, taking his free hand and squeezing it. “Alright, well let’s go to breakfast. The others are going to get suspicious if I never come back after going to get you.” 

“Heh, I guess so, since they already knew about my little crush on youse.” 

Even though they both knew they should leave, neither of them really wanted to. It was a nice change of pace to just have time for the two of them. (Y/n) looked up at Yancy and leaned up, kissing him gently. 

The kiss only lasted a second, but it brought one of the best feelings either of them had ever felt. “I… you..” stumbled Yancy, struggling to say coherent words as he touched his lips in awe. He looked back at (Y/n) with a hopeful expression. 

“C-could we do that again?” 

(Y/n) laughed and nodded, “Of course.” This time, Yancy was the one to take the lead, leaning down and gently holding the sides of her face in his large hands. His lips met hers in a passionate hunger which took (Y/n) off guard. It was a sloppy kiss, clearly inexperienced but euphoric to experience for the both of them. 

“Y-Yancy, we’re gonna get caught. I was sent to find you and bring you to breakfast. Everyone’s gonna get suspicious if I never come back.” Yancy kissed (Y/n) again with a small possessive growl. “I don’t care if we get caught. I gotta start showin’ the others around here dat your mine, sweetheart. You’re so dang beautiful. Wouldn't be surprised if one of them started a fight with me over youse.” 

Something about him calling her ‘sweetheart’ and getting really protective really got her knees weak and face red. “E-even so. What would the warden say?” That last part is what finally got Yancy to stop. “Fine, I’ll stop..” His arms wrapped around (Y/n)’s frame in a warm hug which was happily reciprocated. 

“I love youse, (Y/n).”

“I love you too, Yancy.”

Back in the cafeteria, some of the others were starting to wonder when (Y/n) was going to come back, hopefully with their leader in tow. “Do you think something happened?” Asked Hank, looking over at McGee who was smirking. “Something romantic, maybe.”

Tiny groaned and shook her head in amusement. “I swear the two of them are so dang oblivious they better get together soon because I don’t think I can take the tension and stupidity anymore.” There was a hefty laugh that filled the room but it was soon replaced with cheers as Yancy and (Y/n) walked in from the hallway, holding hands and blushing madly. 

From his office, the warden laughed softly, looking at the new couple in one of the security monitors. “It’s about dang time.” he murmured, taking a long sip of his lukewarm coffee.

I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM!! SEND HELP!!!

I've been trying out some digital art recently

Iplier Egos x Reader HCs - Pregnancy HCs

Warning: LONG

Darkiplier

Well received

He’s happy to hear that you’re pregnant

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

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

He can give you anything ;)

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

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

You two are having a girl!

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

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

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

Will hold your hand and whisper words of encouragement during labor

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

“You said that three hours ago!”

“... I’m trying to help you.”

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

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

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

Wilford

WHAATTTTTTT

REALLY????

Happy mans

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

You find it adorable

Lots of kisses :3

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

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

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

Bing and Google work together to throw the gender reveal party

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

Wilford looks like he’s going to explode into glitter

Suddenly, Eric nervously comes forward wearing a pink Hawaiian shirt

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

Chaos ensues

Key word: excitement

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

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

He was doing an interview when you went into labor

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

Your husband teleports into the room in a panic

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ve gotcha!”

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

“Wilford? Are you crying?”

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

“Oh yeah, like what?”

“TEARS!”

Actor

He just stares at you

“What did you just say?”

You repeat the news and he blinks, processing the information

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

You confirm his question, now feeling very nervous

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

“Y-you.. I.. we.. w-what..” 

With a sigh, he turns away and starts to leave

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

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

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

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

“(Y/n).. darling.” 

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

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

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

He meant it

He honestly did a pretty good job of it too

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

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

Surprise! You’re having a little boy!

Has doctors come to the mansion when you go into labor

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

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

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

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

“Daddy! Daddy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. Iplier

Is very surprised but takes it well

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

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

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

Constantly checking up on you to make sure you feel okay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The labor lasted around ten hours but it was worth it

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

“He’s perfect, (Y/n).. thank you..”

“What do you think his name should be?”

“How about.. Liam? Liam Ipier.”

Google

Very surprised and confused

He wasn’t aware that he could get you pregnant

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

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

He’s happy and is sure to tell you that

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

Primary objectives are: 

- 1) To answer questions as quickly as possible 

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

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

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

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

These complications were very much obvious during the third ultrasound

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

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

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

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

It was just safer that way

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

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

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

“Hey Google?”

*ping*

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

“I think it’s perfect, my dear.”

Bing

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

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

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

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

He likes to cuddle you and especially kiss your stomach

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yancy

PANIC

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A surprising amount of the other prisoners are fans of babies

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

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

He was certainly fascinated when the baby started kicking

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

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

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

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

“He’s… so handsome.”

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

Yancy smiled at you before his looked at his son again

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

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

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

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

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

Illinois

He has very conflicting thoughts on the matter

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

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

“That’s what you’re worried about?” 

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

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

You frown sadly but then discuss a compromise with him

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

He was hesitant at first but then took the deal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s so beautiful..”

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

Illinois thought about it for a minute before responding

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

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

“I like the sound of that.”

Engineer

PANIC

His mind is racing as he stares at you in shock

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

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

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

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

“Y-yup! That works!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to hold him?”

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

“I love you two… so much..”

A picture of the main character (or at least my version of her) from a fanfiction that I read.

https://www.quotev.com/story/14421723/The-Upper-Moon-Demon-Slayer-x-Demon-Reader/1

I'm not obsessed with the Ipliers. I'm not drawing them so often I hardly need references to draw them. I'm okay. I'm fine...

Frick..

Markiplier x Depressed!Daughter!Reader - Voices

Requested by: azullluna

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(Y/n) felt numb as she sat beside her bed. Fat tears ran down her face without any sign of stopping, flowing over barely visible bruises that had been healing for days. She wanted to stop crying, she wanted to love herself and be brave in front of others, but she wasn’t and couldn’t. 

The voices were so loud..

They tortured her, filling her mind with poison. They told her things she didn’t want to hear, but after listening to them for so long, she began to believe them. And the voices weren’t just in her head, they were outside it too, resonating from people she saw nearly every day. 

They would only laugh and work hard to make (Y/n)’s life miserable. Everyone seemed to be against her, the teachers, the principal, her classmates, everyone. Well, everyone except her father and his friends, but they didn’t know about the bullying and she didn’t dare tell any of them.

What if they agreed with it? 

They will

They’ll agree

They hate you

Everyone hates you

The alarm clock beside her showed the time. “6:57? Great.. Only around 45 minutes until my regularly scheduled hell.” (Y/n) was so tired. She hardly slept, her anxiety keeping her up until the ungodly hours of the morning, not allowing for much rest. How many times had she used makeup in order to hide the dark circles under her eyes and the bruises on her face?  Too many to count. (Y/n) just didn’t want her dad to worry.

But why would he be worried?

He doesn’t care

The alarm clock rang and (Y/n) covered her ears as more tears flowed down her face.

It’s so loud..

It’s too loud..

She shut the device off and grabbed a hoodie. She couldn’t let her dad see the bruises. (Y/n) did her make up, concealer and foundation covering the imperfections of her face. Walking out of the bedroom, fully dressed for the day, she trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. There at the stove was her father, Mark Fischbach.

Noticing her presence in the room, he turned around and smiled at her. “Hey there, princess! Good morning!” He looked so happy. (Y/n) was secretly jealous of that happiness. She wanted to be just as happy as him but she couldn’t be. It was impossible. She forced a smile and waved to him. “Morning, dad.” Chica and Henry, the family’s two dogs, ran up to her excitedly, their tails wagging behind them. (Y/n) pet them, her hands feeling heavy and the sounds around her beginning to sound too loud for her tired body to process as she tried to prevent them from licking her face and thus removing her makeup. 

“I made pancakes, do you want any?” Asked her father and she shook her head. “I’m not hungry. Thanks though.” That was a lie. (Y/n) was starving and the smell of the griddle cakes certainly wasn’t helping. However, she didn’t want to eat anything.

It would be a shame if you got any bigger

Mark frowned at her refusal. Sure, he didn’t want to force food on her, but he noticed just how many times she had skipped breakfast lately. Pancakes were her favorite, and she refused them? That was odd. “Honey, are you feeling okay? You haven’t been acting like yourself recently.”

“I’m fine, dad.” The reply, to (Y/n)’s horror, sounded much more rushed than she meant it to be. Her dad was watching her, his eyes scanning her as if trying to find the answer to an unspoken question. “I.. need to go. See you later.” She said shakily, rushing away and out the door not hearing what her dad called after her.

Coward

When she arrived at school, (Y/n) was distracted by the memory of the look her father gave her. “Does he know? He couldn’t. I’ve been so careful. Was he worried about me?”

No he wasn’t

He doesn’t care

She walked into the classroom, being the first one in per usual. (Y/n) sat down at her desk and waited for the torture to start. Just like earlier this morning, she felt numb. You’d think that because of who her dad was, she would be a popular kid at school. She was, only it wasn’t a good kind of popular. Being the daughter of Makiplier meant that any complaints of bullying she had didn’t matter, especially if those complaints were about the spoiled brats of the rich parents who helped fund the many school projects and trips. They said she was only trying to seek attention and that her supposed bullies were “golden children” who could do no wrong.

No one cares about you

Attention seeker

As students began to arrive in the classroom, (Y/n) stayed quiet. Of course, her pretending to not exist didn’t mean that people couldn’t see her. Throughout the day, the voices got louder and louder with every smirk, jeer, and hit. She was shoved into lockers, punched multiple times for no reason, tripped by people in the classrooms and cafeteria alike, threatened by a teacher for speaking up and nearly falling asleep in class, and kicked in the legs just because. 

(Y/n) couldn’t stop the tears that fell as she sat in the girl’s bathroom, hiding from her classmates who were about to leave school. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve this treatment. 

Cry Baby

Worthless

Drama Queen

They never stopped, no matter how much she begged or pleaded. She was alone, so very alone. Everyone knew who her dad was (most of the school watched his YouTube channel and then word moved around fast), but they used that against her. 

You’re not pretty enough to be Markiplier’s daughter

Ugly

You weren’t even planned

You’re a literal accident

I bet he secretly regrets having and raising you. You’ve probably caused him so much trouble

Burden

Waste of space

Every day, every hour, every minute, the voices shouted louder and louder till she could barely hear anything else. (Y/n) had grown far too used to this treatment and her self esteem was at an all-time low. Everyone just seemed to have left her life and taken her happiness with them, leaving her behind in the dust to pick up the pieces of her broken heart and mind. 

Evil thoughts of pain and death had started to flood her mind long ago, but she didn’t want to die. How would her father react? How would everyone react? Would they miss her? Would they regret the bullying?

They wouldn’t miss you

No one cares

They’d be glad you’re gone

They’d regret nothing

The voices continued to spread their poison as she finally managed to calm herself down enough to leave the bathroom and go home.

When she returned from school, (Y/n) noticed new voices in the house. Irish and English alike, there were definitely guests here. She was able to recognize them and quickly moved through the house when she thought no one was looking. Her dad had probably told her that Jack, Ethan, Bob, Wade, Ethan, and Amy were coming over, but she had forgotten.

Useless

She got scared suddenly when she noticed Jack in the hallway leading to the stairs, talking to Ethan. They suddenly noticed her and smiled. “(Y/n)! Hi! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you! How was school?” Now she was really panicking. He couldn’t know. He’d probably tell her dad. 

“Uhh.. hi, Jack! School was.. Uh.. it was good I guess. School being what it is.” One after the other, Jack and Ethan opened their arms for hugs and she complied, though she hid a wince when they accidentally squeezed her fresh injuries. 

When the embraces ceased, she excused herself and ran up to her room without greeting anyone else. She closed the door and walked over to the mirror, taking off her sweater to observe the damage. Looking at what happened to her arms, she frowned. It didn’t look good at all. It would definitely take some time to treat these. “Better now than later.” She thought as she walked over to her desk, taking out a first aid kit. She turned on some music and got to work.

-downstairs-

Mark looked at the clock on his phone and frowned. “(Y/n) should’ve been home by now.” He checked his texts and email, but there was nothing from her school so that ruled detention out. “What’s wrong?” Asked Wade as he watched his friend in concern. “I expected (Y/n) to already have been home, but I don’t know where she is.” 

“Oh, (Y/n)? Don’t worry, she’s already here, we saw her. She should be up in her room.” Said Jack who walked in alongside Ethan. “Seriously? Dang, I didn’t hear her come in.” Said Mark in surprise but then he noticed Ethan frowning. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m worried about her. (Y/n) I mean. She seemed kinda off when she came home. I don’t know if there was a test today or..?” Mark shook his head sadly. “I noticed her acting odd this morning. I’ll go talk to her. You guys discuss pizza toppings and movie options, I’ll go check on my daughter.”

As he walked up the stairs, Mark ran through possibilities in his head. “Maybe she didn’t eat this morning because she was too nervous about something? Tests sometimes do that to a person, especially if they forgot to study. Maybe that’s it? Or, maybe she just wasn’t hungry? Maybe I’m overthinking this?”

He arrived at the door to (Y/n)’s bedroom and knocked. “Hey, sweetie, it’s me. Can I come in?” There was no reply. He tried again. “Are you okay in there?” Nothing. Now he was worried.

“(Y/n)? I’m coming in.”

Mark opened the door and was horrified by what he saw. There sat his daughter on her bed, without a hoodie on, and with large, dark bruises littering her arms which were on full display. (Y/n)’s eyes widened as she noticed him looking at her. She had earbuds in so she hadn’t heard him knock and she was treating her bruises before he had entered. Mark closed the door behind him and approached her.

“What happened?” 

He was so nervous and he noticed that she was shaking more and more with every step he took. Her breathing was becoming faster and faster and tears began to flow from her eyes, wiping away makeup which he hadn’t noticed was applied. When had she suddenly gotten such dark circles under her eyes, and was that a bruise? “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” (Y/n) was whimpering and she began to hug herself, as if afraid I was going to hurt her. “Hey, hey it’s okay. You can tell me what’s going on. What happened? Who did this?”

(Y/n) wasn’t speaking and instead began to cry even harder. Mark’s heart nearly stopped. He prayed that she wasn’t doing any of this to herself. He had lost people this way before and he didn’t know what he would do if his own daughter was the next victim. He began questioning everything. “How long has this been going on? How did I never notice it? Is it because of me? Am I not good enough? Did I do something wrong?” 

All his questions quickly melted away as he heard the choked sobs of his daughter. “Too much.. Everyone.. They won’t stop.. They hurt me and then no one.. believes me when I complain. They think.. I’m just looking for attention. And the voices.. They’re so loud.” Mark managed to put the pieces together in his mind and his eyes widened.

“Are you being bullied?”

(Y/n) nodded and Mark held his daughter gently as she cried into his shoulder. He didn’t understand why she was being picked on. Why hadn’t he been told yet? Why was he only finding out now, when the damage was so heavy? He’d certainly be having a word with the principal about this. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you.” 

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” She started apologizing and he was quick to shush her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Why didn’t you tell me this was going on? Do the teachers know?” She managed to choke out an “I didn’t want to be a burden, and they don’t care. They only care about their rich “Golden Children”.” Mark shook his head sadly. “You aren’t a burden. I don’t know who’s been telling you that, but it isn’t true. I care about you so much and you are such an amazing person, (Y/n).” 

He’s lying

“No.. you’re wrong. I’m fat, and stupid, and ugly, and just a burden to eveyone I’m around. I don’t deserve to be your daughter. You deserve someone better. You can stop pretending to care. I already know you don’t. You’re probably so disappointed in me.”

Mark was enraged at what he was hearing but kept his voice calm. “No, you’re wrong. If you’re thinking all that stuff then you don’t know anything. I love you so much. You are beautiful, and smart, and you make me so incredibly happy. No matter what anyone else, or those voices say, you can’t ever make me not love you. No matter what you do, I will always love you.” 

“But-”

“No no no. Listen to my voice. Focus on me, not on those demons. You are important. You are loved. You have a purpose. What other people think, it doesn’t matter because you have worth. They don’t know what they’re talking about. Love you for you because that’s what really matters. You are one of the most important people in my life and if I could get you to understand just how much you mean to me, I’d do everything in my power to prove it. I love you.”

“Dad..” (Y/n)’s voice trailed off as she rested in his arms, emotionally worn out. Mark rocked her side to side in a warm embrace, whispering soft nothing in her ear. When he pulled away, he noticed that she was beginning to smile. Mark could tell, it was real this time. It would take time for her to heal and recover, but it would be okay. He would be there for her every step of the way.

Just then, her stomach let out a loud rumble. He smirked as (Y/n) blushed in embarrassment. “You hungry? We’re thinking of ordering pizza.” She smiled and nodded, the sound of food making her empty stomach rumble again. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Mark gave her one last hug before helping her treat her bruises. (Y/n) pulled on a fresh hoodie and followed him downstairs. 

At the sight of her, Jack and Ethan smiled and waved, which surprised the young Fischbach. Everyone there was so happy and excited to see her and slowly but surely the voices began to get quieter and quieter until all that remained was the laughter and comfort that came from her father and their friends.

The movie night was fun. You and Jack argued together against the others about accepting pineapple as a pizza topping. Bob and Wade recalled stories about their college days and stupid stuff that happened recently, which made everyone laugh. They all had a pillow fight while waiting for the pizza to arrive, Mark and Ethan started a mini food fight with popcorn, much to Chica and Henry’s delight, and the pizza was eaten while everyone watched an older movie called “Return to Me”.

(Y/n) felt sleepy as she stared at the tv. She sat next to her dad who had his arm around his girlfriend, Amy. The voices, telling her she didn’t belong there returned, but this time, she rejected them. She knew the truth, and the negative words spewed nothing but lies. She knew that they would never completely go away, and the actions of those that hurt her could never be taken back, but she felt content knowing that even if people disliked or hated her, her father at least would be there to help her drown out her demons. 

As the movie neared its end, Mark felt a small pressure on his arm. Looking over, he smiled when he found his daughter fast asleep and resting against him. “Good night, (Y/n).. I love you so much.” He whispered, kissing her forehead gently and he could’ve sworn he saw a smile creep onto her face. Yeah.. everything would turn out alright.

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