HaileyQuinn26

“Dan!!” You tossed your keys into the air, catching them in your opposite hand. You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting for your boyfriend at the foot of the stairs. He was no doubt locked up in his room working on a video or drowning in Malteasers. You had begged him to visit a cemetery with you on the cold, dark Halloween night, and he begrudgingly agreed after much persuasion. He seemed to be holding out on his promise, though, as you messed with your costume. “Daniel Howell!” You heard your shared bedroom door creak open, light flooding into the hall as he edged towards the stairs. His face was painted white,

You sighed as you trudged into your home. Your feet hurt from your heels, your head was killing you, and you were downright exhausted. Tossing your bag on the floor and throwing your heels into a random corner, you began the long trek upstairs. You just wanted to fall asleep forever and never have to go to work again. As much as you loved your job, you hated it with a fiery passion. It was a strange mix. As you walked, you noticed the door to Mark’s studio was wide open, yet the lights were off. Of course he kept the door open when he recorded horror games. You peeked around the corner to see he had yet to start recording, so you took t

You were humming along to the music that drifted through the speaker implanted in your kitchen wall. The sun illuminated the room and reflected off of the bubbly water that filled the sink your hands were immersed in. A light breeze edged through the open window, barely ruffling your (h/c) hair as you turned to place your now clean dishes onto the marble of the countertop. You spun on your heel and bopped your head to the lively music, the sounds of your neighbors laughing and doing god only knows what drifting over the fence that separated your houses. However, as you got onto your tiptoes in a desperate attempt to return your clean dishes t

You halfheartedly sighed as you nervously shifted from foot to foot. Your brother, Mark, had somehow talked you into filming an improv video with him and his friends. It had been hilarious and a good time until you were put with Ethan and your darling brother was the one to give you the scene and to tell you when to change it. That wouldn’t have been an issue save for the fact that he knew how much you truly adored your blue-haired friend and how badly he wanted to see you two become a couple. So, as he practically smirked up at you, you couldn’t help but fidget with anxiety. “You are madly in love with Ethan, and you just

You shuffled up the stairs, the fleece carpet of the steps soft against your bare feet as you stumbled slightly in your tired state. The house was shrouded in a protective bubble of silence save for the simple, almost nonexistent sounds of the ceiling fans or the TV quietly playing whatever was on. Rubbing your tired eyes, you shuffled towards where Ethan had been hiding away in his little recording studio all day. He was focused on editing the video Mark had sent him that morning, and he barely shifted at the feeling of your arms encircling his neck lightly. You leaned over the back of his chair and hummed quietly as your eyes fluttered shut

"Sean? Are you sure they'll be alright by themselves?" You asked the Irishman in a low whisper. "I promise ya, they'll be fine," Sean reassured you, "I left a note so they don't freak out when they wake up. But if we're quick we should be back before then." While you nodded your head in understanding, you couldn't help but worry a bit as you glanced back to see Robbie lying on the couch, softly snoring. Unfortunately he was the only ego to not have his own room, though he didn't seem to mind much. "C'mon, let's go, [y/n]." Turning back around, you sighed and followed Sean out of the house, shutting the door behind you both silently. ~A F

"I'm glad all of you can make it, but...I only have one question: Why do some of you look like Death?" Darkiplier surveyed the conference room, seeing how the rest of the egos appeared as though they were about to fall asleep at any given moment. Although some, like Dr. Iplier, were chugging down either coffee or energy drinks in their attempts to stay awake. "Oh I dunno, Darkimoo," Wilford slurred tiredly and sarcastically. "Maybe if I didn't have a crazy dream 'bout stabbing [y/n] a million times for no damn reason I'd be just fine.." "Wait...you had a dream about them, too?" Bim glanced over at the journalist, surprised. Wilford raised

Markiplier x Reader ~kittydividerplz (https://www.deviantart.com/kittydividerplz):iconkittydivider2plz::iconkittydivider3plz::iconkittydivider4plz::iconkittydividerrbow2plz: Mark: Markiplier Ken: CinnamonToastKen Sean: Jacksepticeye I was finishing up some homework on my laptop until I saw that I had a call from someone on Skype. Looking at the caller ID, I instantly smiled when I saw Mark’s picture pop up. I clicked on the answering icon, and Mark’s face came up on my screen.         “Hey (name)!” he waved.         “Hi, Mark!” I smiled.        “So, what are you up to, kiddo?” Mark asked. I shrugged my shoulders, “Not