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vanyzvat · 11 months

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Anti x Reader

Chapter 1: No Strings Attached

Chapter 2: His name (You are here!)

Chapter 3: Jacksepticeye

Chapter 4: Chase Brody

Jack STILL exists as a character in this fanfic, even though he is NOT canon anymore. This fanfic follows OLD lore.

Summary: He would never admit it, but he is grieving his old life. He's unable to let go of his grudges, and how everything that has happened has affected him during the past few years. There's a sense of rage that he can never truly express.

He shares with you barely a fraction of what that has been like.

(A lot of things are based off personal headcanons and my own interpretation of these characters! Please keep that in mind. I apologize in advance for any errors! Please let me know if there are any so I can fix them.)

“Ha͟ve͟ you e̕v̧e̡r͘... Be̷en ͡be͟tr͏a̢y̴ed̛?”

Again, that was an odd question coming from him. Wasn't he the one who supposedly knew everything about every person he came across, so he could use that against them? So what was the point of even asking that?

“Don't you already know everything about me?”

“I̕ ̧w̷a͏n͢t ͜t̕o k͠n͏ow y̷our anşw̴e͏r͞.͝”

“Err... I can't say I haven't? But why are you asking me this? Have you been betrayed?”

He turned his head away from you.

A few seconds passed, and he finally nodded once. Based on his behaviour alone, you could tell this was difficult for him to even admit.

He trusted someone, and then that person must've broken that trust- Or something similar. Maybe that was why he was so enraged by the world? You wondered.

You needed a moment to gather yourself before you gave a response...

Trying to comprehend that this was a being so feared by most, and that right now he was here with you, being treated like any other guest, and was actually opening up to you- That was not easy to stomach, even for someone like you.

While you were lost in thought, he slowly turned to look at you again. He's waiting for you to say something.

“Sorry for being silent- I'm just thinking... This is a lot to take in. I don't want to say anything stupid.”

“I'̴l͡l͞ s̷t̷op ͡h̸ere.”

“Don't. I'm just not sure what to say. You can still tell me whatever you want, though. I'll listen to you.”

“...Yo͞u'd b͡e̶ ţh̵è fir͝st.”

You blinked, taken aback yet again- So much, that your mouth even dropped a little.

When IRIS talked about this "ALTR 114209", they described something totally different. A paranormal presence, whose mission was to kill whoever was in its way. That its purpose was nothing more but to cause harm.

Maybe your conspiracies against the company weren't just conspiracies anymore. And maybe, this problem had a much simpler solution that they were too ignorant to even think about?

“That's okay. Better late than never, right?”

He then mumbled something which you didn't quite catch.

“Huh...? Sorry- I didn't quite catch that-”

“A̷nti.”

“...What?”

“My ǹa̕m͞e. I͡t͟ wa͜s͡. Anti.”

More silence filled the room. God, this was a lot of information, especially after barely knowing anything about him for the longest time. What kind of name was that, anyway?

“Anti?”

“I͜t̛ was ͝a͢ n͞am͟e gi͝ven to͠ ̷me.̢”

“...Uh. It's a weird name, I'll be honest. But it's still a nice one. I like it.”

“I̛ li͡ķe͞ ͟it͜, toǫ.”

“So someone gave that name to you- Who? That's assuming you don't have parents or anything like that.”

You heard him exhale through his teeth, then watched as he crossed his arms. Probably a touchy subject. But almost everything feels like a touchy subject for him.

“Loǹg st̶or̕y. I̴t's d͡iffic̛u͘lt t͝o pu̸t into w̸o̵r͡d͡s. Anḑ I̛ alre̸a̵d͠y ͢s͟t͡r͢ug͏gle e̵nou͝gh̡.”

While it was true that Anti was not the best at holding up casual conversations, or at communication, you didn't really care. Besides, he brought his own baggage up, he couldn't just leave you with his name and go without providing any explanation.

“Y͟ou ̛want̴ mȩ t̷o͜ ͘c̡on͞tin̡u͝e, d̸o̴n̨'t y͜o͜u.”

“Well, I don't want to be left on a cliffhanger.”

“I̶ c͝a͡n̶ t̀el͜l̛...”

“Į w̛óu̢ld͠n͡'t wan͡t to leave my̸ ͢on̨l̛y͏ ͜fr̕ie͠nd ͟h̕ang͝i͟ņģ, ͝wo͞ul̡d̀ I? Nǫ, I̵ ̕w͏ould̢n't̨...”

Anti was smiling, with his tone as playful as it always was.

But then his smile faded, and his voice became unusually serious.

“I was ma͟ni͢f̛ested. Man͠i̸feste̡d by̵ stro̵n̷g f͝e̢e͡lings o͞f̷ l͏o̡n̢elin̡e͝s̨s͞, wort̡h̨les̨s̡nèss. One͢ mom͞ent I ͜w͝a̕sn̷'t th̨ęre, an̕d̛ the nex͞t, ̴I wàs͝.”

“Manifested? By who?”

“His n͟a̢me dǫe̸sn't ̡ma̡tte̛r.”

Jack— The name of the person who manifested Anti into existence, was Jack. But you didn't know that.

“Was it... The same person who gave you your name?”

“Yes, and n̨o͡.”

“He̕ ̨w͠as ̛lik̢è ͢y͟o͠u̵. H̷e śp̡eńt ͠h͞is ̀d͠a͞ys pro̡vid͡i̷ng e̕ntért̵ainment͢ ͏t̀o͢ t͝h̀e worl̴d.”

“H̷e g̢av͏e, a͢n͞d h̵e g͜av̕e, and͘ he͟ ͏gave͏.”

Anti was angered by the many memories flooding back to him.

“Ga̷v͢e̢ so mųch w̧i͢th̴o̢ut͏ e̶ver̸ getting an̕y̶t͞hing in re̛tu͞rn͏.”

Memories of him watching as Jack overworked himself to insanity, and those that apparently "loved him so much" not caring at all.

Jack gave them everything, and they just watched. Just watched as he neglected himself, as he spiralled. They didn't deserve him. Why couldn't Jack understand that? They only pretended to care about him so they could get their "content". And of course, like the idiot he was, he believed them.

But not Anti. Anti saw through their lies. Jack was nothing but a source of entertainment to them. You reminded him of Jack, in a way. Was that why it was so difficult for him to give up on you?

“Th̛ose lee̶c̕hes... H͟i̴s "co͡mm͟u̡nity" as ͘he c͘a͢l̢led ̶t͠hem— T̢hey thínk ţh͡éy ma͡ḑe͢ A͞ǹtį.”

He raised his voice, his voice full of hatred towards those "people". He twitched uncontrollably, with reality warping around him to match his state of mind.

“Bu͝ţ they d͜ìd͞n͝'t͡ ͝mak͏e An͘ti͡. He did.”

You didn't give much of a response, besides nodding along to let him know you were paying attention. It wasn't that you weren't bothered to, it was that you didn't know how to.

You weren't a supernatural being, so it wasn't as if you could somehow relate to many of the things he mentioned. So you settled for just listening to him talk.

He was willing to open up to you, even just a bit, and you weren't going to make it all about you.

“Well, Anti, I guess this means you aren't as one-dimensional as IRIS claims you are.”

He laughed. It sounded strangely normal.

“Oh, th͡e͏y d͘o͠n't know an̨ythin̶g about̴ me.”

Despite him being someone who was meant to terrify you, you were fine. As for him...

“Were you scared?”

Your question must have confused him a bunch, because the distortion around you immediately subsided.

“W̶ha͜t?”

“Were you scared of talking to me. About all this.”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Y͘ou̸ h̀a̷ve a͜ l̀ot ̵of aud͏ac̨i̕ty ̕to̸ a͟s̕k͞ ͜m͞e that̵.”

“I'm only curious.” You shrugged.

“...It'̨s͝ be̶en a̛t͏ thé ba̢c̷k o̕f my̢ min͢d f̷o̴r a w̕h́ile ̛noẃ. T̢he̛r͢e's... Many̵ th̵ing̵s I ̀wish I͠ ̴c̡o͜uļd sh̵a͡re ̨w͘ith y͢ou̧. I͢ j͏us͠t̡ ̷don't͠ kno͝w͟ h͏ow̛ tó... Yēt.”

“It's okay. I think I understand, anyway.”

“You're basically the embodiment of someone's negative thoughts, right?”

“S͏óm͟ethin͠g like ̸tha͠t̷.”

“Eh, whatever. Still, I don't expect a being like you to know much about emotions. Let alone how to express them.”

He could only nod silently. He seemed to be doing that a lot around you.

Everywhere he went, he left destruction behind. So why were you so patient and understanding with him? Why were you different? He didn't get it. It made Anti feel sick to be in the dark, to not have control of the situation. He couldn't find the right words to describe how you made him feel.

He did feel afraid. He despised being ""vulnerable"", it made him feel small and weak, when all he wanted was to be the one looking down at those inferior to him.

But you...

“Is there... Anything else?”

“Çan ͜I sta̸y͢ ẁi͠th yo͡ú f͟o͠r ́a͜ w͟hįl͏e͡?”

“Of course.”

You didn't anticipate for Anti to "teleport" closer to you, but you didn't mind.

He wanted company, and were there to provide. After all, you liked his company too.

You looked at him, taking in his expression- He was contemplating something, you could tell. He quickly caught you staring at him, and you immediately glanced off.

After a moment, you felt him rest his head on your shoulder, and you didn't bother stopping him.

Like you've said, he wasn't a social being, so you kind of predicted that this entire situation would tire him more than the average person. Him showing you any sort of affection was a little surprising, but you didn't mind that either.

...You got to know him a little better today.

...

A few minutes have since passed.

He's been awfully quiet, and you're concerned. You're not sure if he was content, or upset. So you decided to check up on him.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“...Y̴eah.”

“I͢'m enr̛a͡g͠e̴d̀ things h̕av͟e to be t̕hȩ ͢way̷ they͞ ́are, bu͢t... Yóù make i͢t ea͢sie̵r̛.”

You smiled.

“It makes me happy to know you can trust me.”

He really fucking hoped you wouldn't break that trust. He was still doubtful about everything he had just told you, but he was trying to have faith in you.

...You eventually realized that he never really... Spoke about what happened in regards to the entire "betrayal" thing. If anything, the only thing he had done today was vaguely provide you with some context. He only admitted that this betrayal had something to do with the unnamed person he mentioned.

“Can you... Tell me more about this "betrayal"?”

“I̴ kno͡w̛ yo̕u̢'̛re c͡uri̡òu̷s̡, būt... A̧noth̴ȩr t̶im̀e. Pl͢ea̡se.”

You've never heard him speak that way before. His voice went quiet, and he even pleaded you to not press on. Was it really something that personal?

“Alright. I can wait.”

You excused yourself and shifted around, changing position until you got comfortable. He waited for you, then went right back to what he was doing before.

You closed your eyes.

The two of you stayed that way for a while longer, not bothering to talk. It felt like time itself had stopped, just so you could savour this moment.

“Th́an͡k̸ yòu̶.”

“Huh? For what?”

“I fórg̨ot͡ what ̀it w͏as͜ ͢lik̢e to̡ b̴e a ̸pe͏r̡son; And̀ to ͢b̨e͏ tr͝e͠ąte͞d͡ like a pe̴rsơn.”

“I'm here to remind you.”

Another genuine smile appears on his face. You couldn't see it, but you still had a feeling he was doing a little better than when he first arrived.

...

...This was bittersweet for him.

He had been in denial for so long, years even, to the point where just thinking about Jack and about his situation felt like someone was cutting him up to bits with a chainsaw.

His old life was gone. He was alone. To everyone, he was nothing more but a demonic presence, who took the lives of those in his path without reason.

...But you sympathised with him, somehow. You listened to him and welcomed him, despite everything. He would never stop asking why.

He knew many people had no one in their life, but none of them had fallen that low. Even if they wanted to die, their instincts still kicked in when they saw him...

Oh well. It didn't matter. It still meant so much to him.

You couldn't even fathom how much he'd yearned to have someone in his life. Even he never realized how isolated he really was in this world, until he found you.

He felt his eyes shut on their own, and he let them. He didn't necessarily need sleep, but... He was still tired. It was a contrast to how he usually acted, especially in regards to the records IRIS had of him.

He couldn't recall the last time he felt a sense of safety. A feeling of somewhere he belonged, the feeling of home.

Ah. That's it- That's how he would describe how you made him feel if he ever needed to put it into words. You felt like home.

And as you slowly fell asleep besides him, Anti realized he didn't have to be alone.

#jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #jse fandom #jse anti #jse #antisepticeye #antisepticeye x reader #antisepticeye/reader #ego x reader

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yuckie-obsessive · 1 year

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Double Trouble

Uh-oh… been thinking about a double possessive x reader 👀

So been thinking about if you got both of the boys in the same room and they only barely tolerate each other because you’re there. I’ll try to make it gn

Tw: brief talk of Anti’s “neck incident” and swearing

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral) x Antisepticeye

Set up: you are just chilling with Anti (just imagine a living room) and Dark arrives because he wants to talk with you about something and Anti gets real defensive and clingy.

~★~

“They aren’t your prisoner, you know. They can talk with whomever they wish,” Dark was already irritated with Anti’s shenanigans.

“Yeah, well you’re in my home, my fucking territory. You don’t have a fucking say here!” Anti was getting angry a lot faster than the other alter- as per usual. Dark sighed, “Does this really need to be an issue every time I wish to see them? They already stay with you, why do you insist on being selfish?”

“Cause I know what’s safe for them, and they don’t need to be around you or any other insane ego in your little group.”

The iplier egos were never all that harmful towards you, though. Only Dark and Wilford ever seemed to have interest, to which Dark would always ward off Wilford’s more… extreme tendencies.

Dark sneered in response, “You know what’s safe? The one who brought a knife to their own neck for entertainment-?”

“THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM!”

Things were growing heated fast. You decided to quietly step away to let them work it out (in their own special way).

“Dollface, hey,” arms wrapped around your torso, making you stop, “where are ya going? I was just messing around…” Anti mumbled as his face brushed up beside yours.

“Just a minor spat is all,” Dark stepped in front of you and took your hand, “takes more than a couple harsh words to send me away.” He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Anti growled and his hold possessively tightened, “would certainly make my life a lot easier… I think they prefer me anyways,” he chuckled a bit and started a trail of kisses along your neck.

Dark’s expression twitched only slightly at this, but remained overall neutral. He brought his free hand to your face and maneuvered yours to rest on his shoulder. “They just need to see what I can offer…” his chest pressed up against yours, now pinning you between the two extremely dangerous beings, “I can entirely rewrite reality at your command.”

His lips connected with yours in a rather soft display of affection, catching you off guard with how gentle he was being. He separated for a breath, “say the word my dear, and I will give you the world.” He captured your lips once again.

Anti huffed. “Darlin’ you already have the world with me,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver only for Dark to deepen the kiss to bring your attention back to him. “What could he possibly have that I don’t, hm?” Anti placed a small kiss behind your ear.

Dark separated to glare down at him. “Humility and grace certainly comes to mind.”

With that, they were at it again. Attempting to one-up each other for your attention.

You, at their mercy, had one hand clutching at Anti’s arms and the other clawing into Dark’s suit jacket, there was hardly anything you could do to stop them. Your mind, being as flustered as it was, probably wouldn’t let you do much of anything if you could.

#antisepticeye #ego #anti #jacksepticeye egos #darkiplier #dark #markiplier egos #darkiplier x reader x antisepticeye #darkiplier x reader #antisepticeye x reader #reader insert #kie writes #kie’s post #text #drabble #possessive

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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Falling asleep with your head on their shoulder, you babble about how much you love them and how cute they are...how do the egos react?

━MARKIPLIER ☆

You're too tired to open your eyes, but if you could you'd see Mark absolutely melting

Hes the human equivalent of a pile of simp soup at this point. With stary eyes, fuzzy feelings and all. Can't belive he managed to get you as a s/o

━DARKIPLIER ☆

He just shushed you, telling you to get some sleep. Don't get me wrong. Your declaration of undying love thawed away at his otherwise cold heart, but Dark would rather you get some rest <3

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

He almost pushed you off him when he sees you falling asleep. But once Anti hears his name come out of your mouth, he pauses.

"-an I jus' love you sooooo much Antiii."

"Damn right ye do. Nowh get offa meh-"

Yeah he loves you

━WILFORD ☆

He leaned his head on top of yours, curling up and chuckling occasionally at your words that were slurred with exhaustion. You eventually drifted off on Wilfords shoulder, not noticing the tickle of his mustache when he kissed you goodnight.

━YANCY ☆

Recuperates the compliments and loving comments with his own about you. If any inmates had passed your cell at that moment, all they would have seen was two sleepy lovebirds enjoying each other presence

━ENGINEER ☆

He mostly likey has to move you back to you room on the ship. Probably becuase you fell asleep with a soft "I love you" while he was working on a loud prodject

Tucks you in awwww :))

━ACTOR ☆

Unless you're stroking his ego with yout sleepy words, Actor will shake you awake harshly

"Don't you dare drool on this robe! It's made of the finest silk from china!"

You gather enough energy to blow him a tired raspberry

━ILLINOIS ☆

"I jus' love you so muchhh Illyyy. You're so sweeeet an, uh, prettyyy."

"That's mighty kind of you darlin. But try to sleep okay? We have a big adventure to continue tomorrow"

"Mk Illyyyy."

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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could you write something (fic or headcanon list) about anti x a da reader? random idea i got in my head i can’t stop thinking about lol

Ooooo this is a funky idea, needed a few days to think this over though.

Heartbroken from the events of WKM, trapped in the mirror, you start to develop a sense of hatred for Wilford, Mark, and Dark

Your mirror was eventually taken from the manor, and sold to an antiquity shop, from which it was then sold to a random buyer

Anti happened to be crawling out of this poor soul's computer when he senses another demonic energy, and creeps around to the mirror

When he looks into the mirror he actually sees you, reaching a clawed hand into the mirror, and pulling you out

He's more curious than anything, circling you as the would-be victim runs for their life

You thank him, saying how you had been trapped in there by some dickwad named "Dark"

He sneers, knowing who you're talking about due to their rivalry

Those moments where two villains fall in love while working together to defeat the hero? This, this right here

He giggles as you take his hand, leading you to the land of the internet, where Dark could no longer hide from you

#100 follower event #antisepticeye #anti #jse anti #anti x reader #jse anti x reader #antisepticeye x reader #jse antisepticeye x reader #jse antisepticeye #jse egos #septic egos #glitch bitch #electric limeade #midnight mint #dramatic diva #chaosanswers #chaoscanons #colonel mustache

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ijwrff · 7 months

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Hey, I was wondering if I could request a Yandere Antisepticeye x (Possibly masc) reader where the reader is Jackies sidekick, kind of, and Anti ends up kidnapping the reader to brainwash them into loving him

We love Yandere Anti in this household. It was fun writing this! I always love getting to write yandere stories on any of my blogs XD I may have beefed up Anti's powers and capabilities but whateeeeeva. It's fanfiction for a reason.

Tw; swearing, violence, blood. Nothing crazy, just yandere-typical stuff.

Taglist: @serenitydusk @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @viciouslyyearning @jacksepticeye-simp

Word Count: 1,797

Being Jackie’s “sidekick” was more fun than you thought it’d be. Running around and helping people with the little things here and there, mostly. A stolen purse, maybe even just calming down a verbal argument. People worried about the business, and anything like that was typical for your usual day with Jackie. Even if you weren’t officially a sidekick, it didn’t matter too much to you. You were his friend, and are able to keep him company while he’s sitting around, wondering what to do next.

When you met his brother, Anti, they couldn’t have been more different. Anti didn’t really want anything to do with you, and his attitude pissed you off. Especially when it was directed at Jackie. But time went by, and his mood never wavered, always coming off mean, mischievous and completely uncaring about those around him. You had raised your voice a good few times, and threatened him when Jackie wasn’t there if he was being a serious problem.

It only made Anti laugh, but it was far from a nice laugh. It was malicious, borderline psychotic. You hated that damn laugh…the “I’m better than you”, the “Are you stupid?” the “You’re wrong,” one. That one he was doing right now. He did it a lot, but Jackie wasn’t here yet so you weren’t afraid to call him out on it.

“Seriously, what kind of grown adult laughs like a disney villain?” You raised an eyebrow and tried to keep excessive profanities out of your mouth. He already said them enough, no need for you to curse him out. Not when you didn’t know when Jackie was getting here. “Don’t you have better things to do then sit here and bother me?” You sipped your drink, and looked around the cafe Jackie told you to meet him at.

“Better things to do? No, not really. Why, you got something going on?” His smirk never left his face. What you wouldn’t give to wipe that look off it…but you were helping a hero. It didn’t exactly pay much, but you doubted Jackie would want to work with you if you mangled his brother’s face. As much as you would like to right now.

“I’m waiting for Jackie.” You took another sip, then looked at your watch. He didn’t specify what time you’d be meeting, just soon. Usually he specified, but since he didn’t you figured better head here asap in case it was something urgent. “Where the fuck is he…?” You wouldn’t rush him, but you didn’t want to spend any more alone time with this annoying prick for any longer.

Speaking of which…there weren’t many people here. It was just barely getting dark, so maybe there was something else going on in town that you didn’t know about. You laughed quietly and swirled the remains of your drink at the thought of Jackie inviting you here just to show up in a parade. It wouldn’t be the first time…and probably not the last, either. That’s probably where he was, or caught up helping someone. You just hoped he wasn’t in trouble.

When you looked up to see Anti, he was already looking at you. “Creep…” Your brow twitched in irritation, and his smug look only got worse. “What? The hell are you staring at?” He didn’t even say anything, but it was maddening. “Whatever, I’ll text Jackie I’m meeting him somewhere else. Piss off already.”

“Go right ahead.” He said as you got up and grabbed your jacket to leave. He didn’t make any attempt to stop you, which was a little suspicious, but you shrugged it off. Though you didn’t get very far, when you heard Jackie’s phone ringing from behind you. He was already here?

You spun and stopped dead in your tracks. “The hell are you doing with his phone?” Approaching him quickly now, something felt off about the air. That smug look seemed…almost inhuman at this point. You looked around, and noticed not a single person there. Not even the noises of birds, crickets…anything. Something in you yelled “run” but you had to know. “Why do you have his phone?” It was weary, and only caused a loud and sinister laughter to come from your only company right now.

“Might have stolen it. Might have beat him up. Might have done…worse.” He dangled the phone before dropping it to the concrete and smashing it with his foot. “Now are you coming with me or not?” He held out a hand, seemingly wanting you to take it, but also making clear he didn’t expect you to. “Better hurry up. He’s coming.” He pointed behind you, and when you did he cackled.

Turning, you were met with the sight of Jackie. But not regular Jackie, he was crying and bleeding profusely. You went to run up to him, but Anti’s arm stopped you. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Anti’s voice didn’t even sound like it had all the other times you’d seen him. Almost glitching out. Was this a dream? Or like a really messed up nightmare…after what you saw next, nightmare definitely seemed more fitting.

Jackie crawled towards you, until his body started to grow and shift. What he became was something twice your height, and vicious laughter emanated from him. It still somewhat sounded like Jackie, but the creature’s mouth wasn’t even open. The sound was all around you, and you were so focused on his body shifting, that you didn’t notice the world around you dissolving until there was nothing remaining. You, this creature resembling Jackie, and Anti who still held your arm in a vice grip.

“Time to choose~!” Anti practically sang as the creature crawled closer and closer to you. “Stick with him, and lose your life to someone you loved, or…” He spun you around, and even he looked warped, with glitches forming all around him. “Stick with me, and stay alive. I can love you better than he ever could.” He pulled you towards him by the back of your neck.

All around you, voices and images of people chanting started at a whisper and got louder as they progressed. “CHOOSE! CHOOSE! CHOOSE!” They screamed. It only made the decision harder, and if you had stopped and thinked about it at the moment you might have chosen differently. You tried to look at Jackie, or what he became, and had to close your eyes. It was too difficult to look at.

“Tick-tock, tick-tock.” Anti waved a finger in front of him to get your attention. “As if anyone could even comprehend protecting you to the capacities I can. Make the right choice, I know you will.” His eyes left yours to stare behind you. He grinned, and tilted his head to look at you better as the creature reached you.

It grabbed your leg, causing you to scream and try and kick it away. But it was no use, the thing was huge and its one hand could easily grab the entirety of your waist. If it put any more pressure on where it grabbed, the bones would break. The voices only grew and grew, until you could swear your ears began to bleed. It was the least of your concerns, and all you could do before it broke you, was scream:

“YOU! ANTI!” You weren’t sure if it was admitting defeat, or a plea for help. Either way, Anti effortlessly sliced the creature's arm off, and it disappeared altogether. You scrambled back, and all but fell into Anti’s chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Your heart was thumping against your chest and you closed your eyes, not wanting to believe any of it was happening.

When you opened them you were back in the cafe. Anti was sitting across from you and looking confident as ever. His hands were folded under his head as he leaned forward to be closer to you. Everything in you said it was real, but there was no proof. It was as if the whole thing never happened. You looked around, frantically, but there were so many others in the area. There was no way it was real…right?

As soon as you thought about it, they were gone once more. Your eyes widened and you were standing up from a chair that was no longer there. Knowing that the creature could come back, you rushed to Anti’s side. If he protected you before, he surely would this time, right? “Where are we?” Was all you could get out.

“Just somewhere. And nowhere.” He shrugged, and said “You’re right. I will protect you.” He grinned and you backed away from him. Could he read your thoughts? That was impossible though…this whole thing was completely impossible. You wanted to wake up, and right now.

He sighed, and turned to face you fully. He looked even more warped than before. A gaping wound on his neck, eyes glowing green, and a smile full of teeth that could tear you to pieces with no effort at all. “It’s alright…I wouldn’t hurt you. But those people? Out there? They would.” He pointed and an image like a projector screen played of people walking around in the city. Fights, weapons, anything. The stuff you wouldn’t even let Jackie break up.

“But you chose me over him. You know what that means?” He walked closer and you felt like backing away, but something behind you was preventing it. His voice, his hair, his fangs, his eyes. You didn’t want to see any of it. Not even that tattered tank top he always wore. “It means…” When he reached you, he wrapped one hand around your throat. You felt the sharp points of his nails, and sucked in air.

“You’re mine, now. I’ll keep you here as long as I have to, so you can see it too. That you love me, that you never loved him, any of it. Before you know it, you won’t even remember anything other than me. I’ll be sure of that.” He leaned in and his breath hovered over your mouth, “No matter what I have to do. It doesn’t matter, because you’ll be here. With me, for me, and only me. Your life before now will mean nothing.”

Whatever he was…you were terrified. He could break you, and you wouldn’t put it past him to do it either. All you knew now was how much you wished you never went to the cafe that day. He tricked you. Betrayed you, and Jackie might never know. Put on display for someone you weren’t even sure was human. Until the day you could be free…you were stuck here. Freedom will come in one way or another…

Even if you have to die to reach it.

#antisepticeye x reader #yandere! antisepticeye x reader #yandere x reader #jacksepticeye egos #x reader #gn reader #anti x reader #tw; violence #tw; swearing #request

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Heya Clanny! Could I ask for an anti x reader where reader's been super busy lately and anti convinces them to take the night off for cuddles? No pressure of course!! - 🐊 anon

"Hello~”

“ALTR 11--oh sorry, Anti.” You corrected yourself, tiredly rubbing both eyes as you stared at the computer screen. “Force of habit.”

Yes, the glitch demon himself--IRIS' "public enemy number one"--was standing right behind you. He could very easily murder you without a second thought.

But he didn’t. He had no drive to.

You’ve been dating him for several years in secret, so you were never afraid of him..and he found the feeling of love to be just as exhilarating as inducing fear.

You were there for him back when his skin was green and his throat wound was a messy bloody scar, still coping with having a human body. Now all of that healed and he looks more human than ever. The glitches still remained, obviously, but they no longer made him twitch violently like before.

Unfortunately, he garnered the attention of IRIS due to his growing power. And as a member of the organization, you had to file reports on him.

You joined a few years back with the promise of giving them valuable information on “ALTR 114209″, researching potential leads and ways to contain him since he’s regarded as “impossible to capture”--and still is to this very day.

But in reality, you’re just writing bullshit documents. No way was “currently dating Dr. [L/N]” going to be any part of that.

So far none of them suspected a thing. You both prefer to keep it that way until you figured out how to sabotage the facility from the inside out.

Though you’ve been typing away all day long, feeling sleep wanting to overtake you.

“Why don’t ya take the night off?” You sensed Anti leaning over your shoulder, hearing the low hum of static. “You’ve done enough work.”

“Since when were you concerned about a human’s well-being, huh?” With a chuckle, you decided to give him what he wanted, saving your document and logging off.

“Only yours. I couldn’t give a shit about anyone else.”

“...true.” You closed the laptop and got up to stretch-

Only to be swept off your feet by the glitch demon.

“Hey! I can still walk, jackass.” You scowled. He just returned it with a smug grin as he carried you to the bed.

The room was dark, save for his glowing green pupils. They always captivated you--almost hypnotic, in a sense.

Once you were both settled in, he cuddled up to you and put his head on your chest. You smiled and left your hand buried in his hair, massaging his scalp as the two of you eventually dozed off.

It was nice to hold him without worrying about blood getting everywhere.

#aaand here's my attempt to keep up with canon anti haha #clanask #crocodile anon #jse x reader #septic egos x reader #antisepticeye x reader #fluff #antisepticeye #jse iris #writers of jack

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riotlain · 2 years

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Egos with their s/o’s cat

Bc my cat is laying on me and being loud

shorter than usual bc i want to post

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Iplier Egos

Darkiplier

He likes your cat

He just hates the fur

I feel like he’d talk to the cat casually-

“Hello there. How are you doing?” “Meow!” “Oh really?”

You’d never see him do it ofc

When you have your back turned hes cradling your cat

Every once in a while youll find a cat toy on the ground that you dont remember buying

It was Dark ofc

Wilford

Dog person but he doesnt mind cats

Definitely babys the cat tho

Holds it like a baby and walks around

“Have you fed the lil guy today?”

No guns around the cat

Will shoot anyone who insults your cat

Illinois

Bros literally never home bc adventures

But he find it nice when he visits you have a cat to rub against his leg

Pets it like a dog

If its a kitten he’ll put it on his shoulder and walk around your house with it

Gets cool artifacts for you cat??

10/10 Cat dad whenever hes over

Eric Derekson

Was scared of your cat being mean

Now hes emotionally attached to it

Rough day? Eric hangs with your cat

If your cats an outside one he’ll be so fucking scared sometimes

“What- what if your cat gets in a- uh- um- a fight?” Please reassure that your cat will be fine

Always gets lil toys or treats for your cat

Host

Host cant see your cat lol

He enjoys the cat fur tho

Unless its hairless then uh-

He definitely talks to your cat casually

“The Host asks how [Insert cat’s name]’s day has been?” “Meow!” “Well thats nice :)”

Emotionally attached to your cat now

Septiceye Egos

Anti

Hes an asshole to your cat

Would never hurt em or anything

Just bullies him

“Hey, Y/n! Look at this fatty!” * Anti holding up your cat*

Has beef with your cat for some reason??

“What’re you lookin’ at?”

Jameson

Cat person for sure

Cradles your cat

Gets lil toys for em

Literally the whole thing

“Looky here at this rascal!” *Pats your cats head*

Your cat will probably end up following him around alot

#markiplier egos x male reader #markiplier egos x reader #darkiplier x reader #darkiplier x male reader #wilford warfstache x reader #wilford warfstache x male reader #illinois x reader #illinois x male reader #eric derekson x reader #eric derekson x male reader #the host markiplier #the host x reader #the host x male reader #antisepticeye x reader #antisepticeye x male reader #jameson jackson x reader #jameson jackson x male reader #jj jameson x reader #jj jameson x male reader

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 years

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Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye

@cryptid-candy: Oh hell ye! I request of you, oh might bard, Part two to the anti x reader x dark. Perhaps some more possessiveness and marking? Perhaps reader decides to get possessive back and it throws the boys off guard oWo

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Oohhh, this was fun ;3 Hope everybody enjoys!

Honestly, you should have expected it. Going to a costume party with the both of them, both looking good and with their mostly undisguised looks, they would get flirted with.

It makes a green demon fester and grow within you, and not the kind you want.

You know it’s stupid being jealous, but still.

They look good, and you want it to yourself. Not that they’re dressed in anything unusual.

Dark has chosen the dark suit with the popped collar that he knows you love, letting his eyes be black all the time.

Anti’s pants and shirt are tight, and you’re sure that he has done that on purpose to tease you.

Neither of them have had to use much power to look more human, since it’s a costume party. Honestly just an excuse for your friends, and friends of your friends, to dress up and get drunk.

But that also means that neither Dark or Anti needs to disguise themself much (other than Dark silencing his ringing and them both stopping their glitching), and they look extra good.

Which you are used to keeping to yourself, but now everyone can see it.

Black eyes, wound, and all.

You’re only wearing a very standard stereotypical vampire costume, black cape, white billowing shirt, and fake pointy fangs, and though you have gotten some attention and compliments, it’s nowhere near what they’re getting.

They keep getting compliments on their ‘demon’ costumes, a few people laying it on a little too thick. Your close friends know to stay clear, but other people don’t. Dark and Anti don’t seem to care much about it; but you do.

It’s not that you aren’t used to see them flirted with, but it gets annoying after some time and the amount is frankly ridiculous, and even you have your limits.

When get back from getting yourself a new drink, and spot a man dressed as a shirtless, vest-wearing cowboy putting his hands on Dark and Anti’s arms, you’ve had enough.

Moments later you appear behind Anti and Dark, moving them so you can push yourself in between them, effectively moving the man’s hands away. You plant a kiss on Dark’s cheek as one of Anti’s arms comes around your waist.

“Ah, here you guys are, I go to get a drink, and I almost thought you left without me.”

“You don’t get rid of us that easily.” Anti jokes, and you roll your eyes, focusing on the man, pretending it’s the first time, and that you haven’t been staring daggers at him as you moved across the room.

“And hey, who are you?” You put on a clearly forced smile, but the cowboy doesn’t seem to mind to much, giving you a grin in return.

“Adam, howdy.” He tilts his hat at you, and in another time and place you could have found it charming.

Not now however.

Not that Adam seems to pick up on what you want, as he smiles at the three of you, eyes clearly checking out all of you.

“Cute costume, but I gotta say your friends here have gone all out. That grey paint has gotta be a pain to get off. You’re gonna need some vigorous scrubbing, and maybe even help to get that off at the end of the night, right? And that wound makeup can’t be easy to get off either.” Dark raises an unimpressed eyebrow as Anti snorts, and you roll you your eyes as the very not hidden intent and meaning behind those words.

“My boyfriends you mean. And they’re good.” You scoff at Adam.

“Clearly.” Adam gives Dark an unashamed once-over, and you so want to punch the dude. “Good luck dudes.” Adam pats Dark’s and Anti’s shoulders, then grins at you before turning around and walking off, gone in the crowd in seconds.

Good riddance.

“I have half a mind to just hiss at him.”

“Darling-”

“That’s hot.” Anti grins as both you and Dark shoot him a look. You huff.

“Now my de-” Whatever Dark was about to say is stopped as you yank Dark by his hair into a kiss. He makes a noise of surprise which he quickly suppresses as he kisses back. Anti chuckles next to you, his grip shifting so he can squeeze at your hip.

“Not that I mind the show, but what was that for?” You break your kiss with Dark.

“You’re mine.”

“Ohh, we’re gonna have fun tonight aren’t we?” Anti grins, you just roll your eyes as you turn around and take a hold of the back of his neck.

“Shut it.” Anti’s eyebrows raise, but he lets you pull him into a kiss. You have half a mind to push him towards the nearest wall, but are stopped as you feel Dark’s fingers on the back of your neck, and his breath in your ear.

“Darling, people are staring.” Breaking the kiss with Anti, you do realize that people are indeed looking, but they’re quick to look away as you look around you.

“Good.”

“Hoho, someones in a mood.” Anti remarks, and you roll your eyes at him again.

“Whatever, lets go.”

“What, why?” Anti tries to question as you take their hands in yours and start dragging them towards the door.

“Because as much as it might be needed for some people to understand, I’m not about to give them a full show.” Dark and Anti exchange a glance as you drag them towards the front door.

Taking a deep breath when you get outside, you all move to a sufficiently dark spot out of sight from the party.

“Dark, take us home.” He puts his arms around you, and you turn around to pull Anti against your front, which makes him grin.

For longer distances you prefer Dark’s teleporting, as Anti’s sometimes causes static electricity in or on your body, and you prefer not to accidentally zap anyone. And while you would like for them to feel you tonight, that is not the way you want to go about it.

In seconds you find yourself standing in your living room, Dark against your back, Anti against your front.

You shake yourself, not quite used to the teleporting still, and then pull Anti into another kiss.

You start to walk backwards, forcing Dark to move with you as you drag Anti with you.

Sensing where you want this to go, Dark leads your steps with his hands on your hips, pulling and pushing every so slightly to get you to change your direction to avoid bumping into furniture or the wall.

Anti follows very willingly and somehow you manage to not break the kiss as you walk, only stopping when Dark kisses the side of you neck and whispers into your ear.

“We have arrived.” Breaking the kiss, you push yourself away from the two of them, unclasping your stupid vampire cape. You look as both of them just stand there and watch you get costume off.

“Strip.” Dark raises a brow as Anti laughs and glitches. He elbows Dark and grins at him.

“Seems like we’re in for it tonight.” Dark frowns, but shrugs his jacket of none the less, as Anti takes of his t-shirt.

Having started before them, you’re the first one to get fully naked, Anti not far behind since he hasn’t got a very complicated outfit. Not that Dark’s is very complicated, but when he folds his clothes up neatly as he undresses, it takes longer for him to get everything off.

Which you have very little patience for, so when he’s just in his shirt, and start to carefully unbutton the few buttons left, you take the two steps you have to go to get close to him, and rip the shirt open, sending the buttons flying. You hear them clatter as you wrench the shirt of Dark and let if fall to the floor.

“Darling, that was hardly necessary. It was a good shirt.” One of Dark’s hands comes to rest on your jaw.

“I know how to sew.” You push at him so he falls backwards onto the bed, bouncing slightly at the force of the push.

You follow him onto the bed as he moves upwards so his back rests against the headboard, and you climb onto his lap. You wind your hands into his hair, and kiss him hard.

Dark grunts, quick to return the kiss, growling as you tug on his hair, his hands moving to your rib cage.

The bed dips behind you, hands appears on your hips as teeth start to dance along the side of your neck.

Anti’s touch causes sparks of arousal to curse trough you, so you grind your hips down on Dark, where his own grows to meet you. Anti’s dick rubs against your ass as he keeps nipping at your skin, leaving bites and bruises in his wake.

“Feisty.” Anti comments against your skin, and you break your kiss with Dark to turn to him.

“You don’t know half of it. Lube.” Dark’s mouth, now unoccupied, goes to dance along your collar bone.

“And commandin’.”

“You’re welcome to leave.” Anti raises his hands up, grinning as he does so.

“Alright, alright, your wish is my command.” Lube appears in one of his hands from seemingly thin air.

Trusting that he will hardly need instructions, you turn your attention back to Dark. His head as moved down lower than before, kissing and licking along your chest, and though his mouth feels good there, you want it back on your own instead.

With a hand on his jaw, you move his attention back up, and kiss him just as one of Anti’s now lubed fingers enter you from behind.

You moan into Dark’s mouth and grind down on Anti’s fingers, and by extension Dark’s lap, and you feel Dark’s hands on your ribs squeeze.

As good as that feel, bruised ribs is not what you want, so you move one of his hands to your hair, the other to one of your hips, since Anti is only holding one now with his other one working in and out of you.

You feel Dark’s tongue against your lips, and you open up for him, your tongue coming out to meet his.

Dark’s hand in your hair tugs, and you moan into his mouth once more.

Not to be outdone in the fight for you attention, Anti adds another finger to your hole, and fuck, that feels fucking good.

You settle into a rhythm of grinding down on Anti’s fingers and Dark’s lap, Anti occasionally making a hickey or bite mark on your shoulders.

It feels so good, pleasure singing down your spine as the room is filled by chocked of moans and groans, mostly from you.

You’re getting warmer every second, chasing that high, but you don’t want to come just yet.

And you can hear Anti’s breathing getting heavier, and you can only imagine how his hard dick must feel, as like this it’s not making any direct contact with you, even as his fingers pump in an out of you.

It feels good, but you want more.

So, you stop kissing Dark so you can turn around and look at Anti, making him stop in his tracks, fingers stilling inside of you with the fiery look you send him.

“Fuck me.”

“Now that’s a command I’m goin’ to follow.” His fingers leave you, and is replaced with his cock. You moan, letting your head fall back on Anti’s shoulders as he presses close inside of you.

Seizing the opportunity, Dark starts to kiss along your neck, sucking a particularly size-able hickey on one side, just right next to one Anti made earlier.

Fuck, the sting of that feels so good that you can’t help but grind down, right down on Dark’s lap, and down onto Anti’s cock.

They both moan, and you grin at the ceiling.

Just like it should be.

You’re the one making them moan, and they are making you moan too.

Not one for being slow, Anti sets his own pace, his hips pumping in and out of you rapid pace.

With every trust he moves you against Dark, stoking your arousal and making Dark twitch against your front.

He’s not inside any part of you, but it must feel good, as he growls against your neck, and then starts to move against you, pushing up as Anti pulls back, and moving his hips down as Anti pushes into you.

And fuck, does this feel good.

But still, some part is missing, so you twist your head co catch Anti’s lips with your own.

The kisses are breathy and the angle of it is going to give you a chink in your neck, but you don’t care as you kiss Anti, catching his breathy moans with your mouth.

Not to be outdone, Dark moves down your chest, pushing you slightly backwards towards Anti so he can get his mouth on your nipples.

Dark’s tongue at your nipple his warm and wet, and your hand in his hair urges him to keep moving, while your other goes to Anti’s hip to do the same.

Anti breaks the kiss to nip at your ear, and you can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks.

“Look at you, being so good for us.” You gasp at a particularity harsh trust from him, and though normally his words were more than welcome and true, something about that irks you now.

God damn it, this isn’t quite right.

You were supposed to be the possessive one this time.

Because you always are.

You just don’t have the reason to show it off most time.

Something needs to change about this situation, even though Dark’s tongue against your chest, Anti’s dick going in and out of you, and both of their hands on you are making you feel so good.

Lifting yourself up, and stopping them both with your hands on them, you let Anti’s cock fall out of you, and Dark’s mouth dislodge from your chest.

“Wha- whoa!” Anti tries to question you, but you twist around and push him on his back instead, quickly moving to straddle him.

“My turn.” You line up his cock and sink down on him. Your hands come to rest on his chest, and then, lifting your hips up almost all the way, you slam back down on him. Anti groans, his hands flying to your hips as you set a fast pace.

“Fuckin, fuck!” Dark chuckles behind you, but you pay him no mind as you drag your nails down Anti’s chest, making him hiss.

“Such crude words.”

“Fuck off, like you don’t swear. Fuck.” You clench purposefully around him on the next down-stroke, grinning as Anti throws his head back. “And you’re not the one who has their partner riding their dick like a god damn stallion.” He gasps out as Dark hums, and you lean forward to bite along Anti’s neck, careful around his wound, only slowing down slightly with the new angle.

“Perhaps not, but I must say I’m quite enjoying the show.” You can hear the grin is his voice, and the unmistakable sound of Dark jerking off.

You don’t doubt the view is nice back there.

Your ass spread out, Anti’s dick going in and out of you as you bounce on him and press him into the mattress.

Anti swears, moans, and groans with each new hickey on his skin. After a little time he gets his senses back enough to push back up into you, working with you at the rhythm you have set.

You don’t know how long you can keep up this rhythm, but by the way Anti’s thighs starts to shake, and how he chants your name over and over again, and how his grip on your hips tightens, you won’t need to do it for long.

And it’s just seconds later that he comes, stilling as he fills you up with cum. You gasp at the sensation, and then give a particularly hard bite on the side of his neck, making Anti choke on thin air.

You lean back up, admiring your handiwork beneath you. Anti’s green tinged skin is littered with hickeys and bite-marks, and though you know they won’t last as long as you would like them too, they will stay long enough for your jealousy and possessiveness to be stoked somewhat.

Getting off him, your turn around, being met by the lovely sight of Dark with his hand on his cock, jerking himself off at a much slower pace than what you just did. He lets go of his cock, opening himself in a clear invitation.

You shuffle over, Anti’s cum still leaking out of you as you sink down on Dark’s cock with a moan.

Your pace is not as fast this time, but still far from slow as you move your hips up and down. Dark’s hands settle on your hips, moving with you. Your hands settle on his shoulders, and though you try to kiss his neck, Dark catches you into a kiss instead.

You almost frown into the kiss, but then get an idea as Anti appears behind you, his hands settling just above Dark’s.

“You might be content on watchin, but I’m not.” With that statement, Anti’s hand slides down your front, and fuck, his hands feels good there.

He plays with you, stoking your arousal even more, making you clench around Dark’s cock, which in turn makes him moan into your moan.

At a particularity skillful move with his hand, you bite down hard on Dark’s lip without meaning to, and he stops your hips, breaking the kiss so he can lean back, touching his lips where you can already see some blood starting to gather.

“Fuck, sorry.” Dark rubs his fingers with the blood in-between them against each other. Grasping the distraction to execute your idea from earlier, you move your hand to yank at Anti’s hair, giving him a quick kiss before whispering in his ear.

“Hair.” You let him go, making eye contact with him before looking at Dark, who is watching you both.

Almost as quick as lighting, one of Anti’s hand finds its way to Dark’s hair, and yanks his head back with some force, making him look up at the ceiling. Dark moans loudly, and you grin.

“Rude.” He remarks, only making the weakest of attempts to get Anti’s hand out of his hair.

“The tattle tale is at it again.” Dark huffs at Anti’s words, but that is broken up by a groan as Anti yanks at his hair.

“It’s only fair Dark, I told you one secret of his, and now he knows one of yours.” The sigh that gets out of Dark is mostly put on, and you can feel his cock twitch inside of you.

Grinning, knowing you got him where you want him, you slowly start to move your hips again, and lean forward to kiss along his shoulders and neck.

“Darling, what are yo- Ah!” You bite down on the side of his neck, and let him feel your grin against your skin before lapping at it with your tongue, and then speaking.

“There is not enough marks on you.” Dark moans as Anti laughs, and you continue to let your mouth wander over Dark’s front, and your hips speeds up as you do so.

Anti’s unoccupied hand pushes your hips down and up with your set rhythm, and Dark’s hands on your hips flex and grip hard, surely making bruises there for you to see in the morning.

The moans and groans that Dark makes as Anti keeps his hand in Dark’s hair and every so often is frankly obscene, and it gives you another idea.

Slowing down your hips, one of your hands joins Anti’s in Dark’s hair, tugging so Dark and Anti moves Dark’s head into a slight tilt. You kiss at a spot at the edge of Dark’s jaw and just underneath his ear, and then start making a hickey just at that spot.

That seems to be what does Dark in, as just seconds later he cums, filling you up as you still around him, his orgasm pushing you over to your own.

Your thighs shake as you draw in sharp breaths, Dark doing the same, the only somewhat calm breath in the room being Anti’s.

“That was fuckin’ hot.” You laugh somewhat shakily as you get off Dark, and Dark glares at Anti. Well, as good as a glare as he can with Anti’s hand still in his hair.

As Anti lets go of Dark’s hair, you let yourself fall down on the bed next to Dark, throwing an arm over your eyes.

A hand dances along your thigh and you hum, which quickly turns into a moan as two fingers is showed inside you. Moving your arm, you’re met with Dark’s eyes on you.

“It’s only fair.” His tone is teasing, and your breath hitches as his fingers stroke against your still sensitive insides.

“And you say I’m crude.” Dark hums, but pulls his fingers back out of you at Anti’s words.

“They like it.” He takes a long lick of his cum covered fingers, both his and Anti’s cum mixed inside of you and on his fingers.

And then for some reason he offers those fingers to Anti, who for some reason, actually takes what is offered, and gets them fully into his mouth, sucking loudly, even adding some tongue which he swirls around Dark’s fingers.

Dark looks at Anti as he lets go of his fingers and leans back, licking his lips.

“Seems like someone got an oral fixation.” Dark observers, wiping his fingers on his thigh as Anti grins.

“You both do.” That makes them both look at you, taking you in where you’re still laying on the mattress, your arousal already building up again. “Fuck, all three of us do.” Anti grins, moving to curl up into your side, his head on your chest.

“Someone bein’ a tattle tale on themselves now?” Dark mirrors him on your other side, hand coming to rest just above your navel.

“Fuck yes.” Dark huffs out something close to a laugh, and Anti glitches next to you as he giggles in a way you know only means trouble; the delicious kind of trouble you are more than happy to get into.

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yandereloveraw · 1 year

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I thought of yandere Antisepticeye hypnotizing his darling/y/n, and now I can't stop thinking about it.

Anti curling a finger and saying "come here" once you're hypnotized, and you do just that.

#yandere antisepticeye #antisepticeye #yandere x y/n #yandere hypnosis #antisepticeye x reader #yandere thoughts #minors please dni #Ughhh I love this so much!! 😭🙏😍😫#Sexy times could ensue if you're into that 😳🥴😏#Or you could just cuddle and share kisses 🥰😌#Whichever you want #antisepticeye x y/n

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timbertumbr · 1 year

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Board Pranks (Anti X Reader)

Day 18, "Ouija board gone wrong" and "their husband." Honestly, this is gonna be a shit post.

It was a rather dull night so you decided to spice it up with some spoopy ouija board. You set up the board before turning off the lights and setting up those fake candles around the room before sitting in front of the board, hands gently on the planchet.

“Is anyone here?” You called out into the dark. Silence fell over the room for a few moments before the planchet move to the word yes.

“Oh cool. Wanna hang?” Another beat of silence before it moved to yes again.

“So, how have you been?” The planchet shot across the board to spell.

“Dead,” You snort.

“Okay, besides being dead?”

“Bored,”

“Same, hey you know what would be fun? If you revealed yourself and we had a rave party,” silence before the planchet moved once more.

“Say it,”

“Okay? I invite you, spirit into my home,” A giggle echoed through the room.

“You made a huge mistake, smiley face,” . . .

“Did you seriously spell an emoji?” Your question was unanswered as the board was flipped and something was knocking off your fake candles. Suddenly, your laptop came to life showing static before showing a grey image of a well. Slowly something crawled out of the well and towards the screen before Anti had his face pressed up against the screen with a bloody hand…

“That’s copyright infringement,” You said pointing at him, he froze for a bit before sulking.

“BoO, yOuR’e No FuN,” He whined, crawling through the screen and landing with a thud.

“Yeah yeah, and make sure to clean up whatever’s on your hand,”

“BlOoD,” You gently grab his wrist and sniff his hand.

“Ketchup, I’ll go grab some snacks and we can get this Rave started,”

“FuCk YeAh!” And thus you and your husband raved the night away.

#x reader #egos x reader #septic egos #egos #ego #jacksepticegos #anti septiceye x reader #anti septiceye #antisepticeye x reader #anti #antisepticeye #anti x reader

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vanyzvat · 11 months

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Anti x Reader

Chapter 1: No Strings Attached (You are here!)

Chapter 2: His Name

Chapter 3: Jacksepticeye

Chapter 4: Chase Brody

Jack STILL exists as a character in this fanfic, even though he is NOT canon anymore. This fanfic follows OLD lore.

Summary: Reader is a YouTuber who has lost everything (How and why is somewhat up for interpretation). As a result, they have lost their sense of fear entirely, and do not seem to care about consequences anymore.

Now, they spend their days making videos "debunking and exposing IRIS", taking advantage of their negative reputation.

They've been affected by ALTR 114209 for quite some time now, but due to their "condition", they seem to be holding up just fine.

After forming a sort of "bond" with ALTR 114209 itself, the supernatural being trusts them enough to get a bit more personal with them.

A lot of things are based off personal headcanons and my own interpretation of these characters! Please keep that in mind. I apologize in advance for any errors! Please let me know if there are any so I can fix them.

You were not meant to be alive today. Not according to whatever IRIS was saying, atleast. Overexposure to the "ALTR 114209" not only put you in danger, but those around you, too.

But you paid it no mind.

After all, you were someone who had already lost everything.

And while that may sound pessimistic to anyone who didn't know you, you didn't see it that way. It was a fact which you had accepted.

A lonely life was what you lived, but it was more fulfilling than being surrounded by people who only held you back.

As of now, you didn't care about your fate.

You lived your life peacefully, content with whatever route it took. If something "bad" happened, you just rolled with it, and in return, nothing seemed to ever bother you.

Worrying about the outcomes, the consequences of your actions, the future... It was all nothing but a headache to you.

That made him curious.

And just like that, you became a target to him.

"Him", who you only called as such due to his appearance.

Clearly, he was no ordinary human. He probably wasn't human at all.

He was able to warp reality itself to his will. To him, this world was nothing more than a game of puppets, and he was the puppet master.

Still, you saw some resemblance- Signs of humanity within him.

But you didn't even know if he had a proper name yet...

He treated you like all the other ones at first. Just another puppet of his, made to entertain him after he broke his last one.

That's what you assumed, anyway.

But you didn't react- Not in the way he wanted you to.

The whispers, the images he flashed in your eyes- They didn't scare you. You had seen them time and time again.

Instead, they only slightly inconvenienced you when you were trying to do your everyday tasks...

To you, he came off as desperate.

To him, you were infuriating.

He seemed willing to go to every length to be satisfied, to finally get the reaction he wanted out of you, and you took it as a personal goal to not give him that.

You were thankful to not have a job that required you to actually leave your home, otherwise, the task of having to constantly explain your "condition" to everyone you come across would get annoying.

You figured that those living near you were most likely affected by ALTR 114209 too, but... You honestly couldn't care less.

You didn't know them, and they didn't know you. It's their problem, not yours. You've stopped feeling remorse over your "selfish decisions" and thinking, and maybe that was why you were truly free.

...The more you talked to him, the closer the two of you seemed to become.

That didn't mean it didn't take any effort, though. It took you many tries to finally get him to even respond to you.

After hearing him whisper unimportant nonsense in your ears and catching glimpses of him at the corner of your eyes for so long, you decided to try to approach him.

And you did, with all the friendliness you had within you, in hopes of getting something in return.

At first, he would stand completely still, unmoving until he faded into obscurity.

After that, he would only eye you up and down, then tilt his head to the side, almost out of intrigue.

And after that, he would violently snap his neck while giving you the widest of smiles.

To you, that just proved his desperation.

Was he really so lonely, that he would do so much for one person? It was kind of... Humiliating.

That reaction from you was definitely not what he was hoping to achieve with that. Weirdly enough, you could even go as far as to say you found his attempts endearing.

Bold of him to assume something wasn't already wrong with you, when nothing he was doing worked. You weren't normal, you were a "weird little freak" as he would put it.

...He had considered giving up on you multiple times. You gave little to no reactions, you almost instantly moved on from anything he threw at you, and you even tried communicating with him.

Who does that?

You were just a waste of his time.

But when he tried to give up on you, he... Found himself unable to. He'd grown attached to you.

And as much as he hated himself for that, he thought of an alternative solution. He gave up on trying to "put his strings on you", but he didn't give up on you entirely.

You had become his "safe space", in a way.

You had given him a place where he could go to whenever he needed to hide, and whenever he felt like being treated like a guest.

A puppet master does need to rest his hands if he wants to control his puppets properly, that was his excuse.

...Back to you.

Today, you were sitting in your work desk, surrounded by your monitors. Your editing program was open on your main screen, with you being busy cutting up some footage for your next upload.

Your channel was a controversial one, and rightfully so. You've made multiple videos on IRIS, and why they are "not to be trusted".

You were a bit biased, considering your one and only friend was the one thing they were trying to get rid of.

It was kind of surprising they hadn't sent people to kidnap you in your sleep yet...

Maybe they did try to, but were unsuccessful, for... Whatever reason.

Maybe it was because you were one of the few people who were smart enough to not install those WTCHR cameras within their homes.

You lifted the coffee mug off your desk and connected it to your lips, taking a long sip.

You were about to set it back down when suddenly, an odd image flashed brightly infront of you.

The image was clearly of an event you had experienced before, only now something was... Off.

Your vision was blurry, and you blinked frantically in an attempt to bring it back to how it was before.

You felt your head grow heavy, a horrible migraine taking over you...

That was all you needed to know that he was here, or just nearby.

You somehow forgot about your awful migraine in almost an instant, and were instead comforted by the thought of getting to talk to him again.

“Where are you?” You asked, trying to maintain yourself and your excitement.

In response, there were the faint sounds of laughter in the distance.

“I̵ am ͝he͝re,” He whispered right in your left ear.

You could feel the temperature of the room declining rapidly due to his presence...

“I͞ ām t̡herê,” He then whispered into your right ear.

You see two hands covering your vision. Despite knowing he was playful, that still managed catch you off-guard.

“I'͜m͝ ͝eve̢ryw͢h̸e̴r͜e͏.” He spoke once more, his voice now from behind you. He moved around so quickly, it was hard to keep up...

“Yes, yes, I know.” You took his hands off your face, and they fell back to his sides.

“You'̨ve bee̕n͜ w̡orking. Working sò, ̷s̛o ha͡rd... W̴h̶y ̴not͟ ̡take a ͜brȩa̕k to s͝pend ͘s̸o͏me ̸time ̨with m̵ę?”

You sighed...

Of course you favoured being with him over doing work, so you pushed your chair back with your legs, and sat up so you could take a look at him.

“And why should I do that?”

“Bec͟aús͝e I͜'͟m ͏t͏he o̴n̴l̀y ͢pe̢rso͜n in you͠r͟ ́l̀i͜fe̷.” He shot at you.

“You're not even a person.” You shot back, and that earned a laugh from him.

...You always found yourself trying to make him laugh, and wondered if he could tell. He most likely could.

“Yo̵ur ͡w̧o̡r̢d̢s ͡c̀ut̶ ̨d͡e̷ep!”

“N͞o͠w- L̛et̶'s̶ go ̢someẁh͜ere̛ ͟more... Com̨for͏tab͠l͜é, yeah?”

Before you could even say anything, you weren't inside your recording room anymore, but in the living room.

You still needed some time to get used to him doing that- Teleporting you around. Even so, you plopped down on your couch, and he sat besides you.

“Oh, I forgot to ask. Do you want anything?”

“No. ͜Ju̴st ̵yo͡u.̷”

“Ah... So, why have you decided to visit?”

He crossed his legs, then placed his hand on top of his knee, which you can see him digging his nails into.

“Í'̸m͢ ̕just̨ ̛a̴ bi̧t... L̕o̕ǹèly.”

“A̛n̷d͞ upsȩt.”

He gritted his teeth through those last few words, making him come off as way more condescending than he was probably intending...

Or maybe he did that on purpose, so he could somehow feel less like prey accepting its fate against a predator.

You couldn't help but roll your damn eyes. It was ridiculous for him to feel like he had to continuously act this way. It was like he was paranoid that eyes were on him at all times, and he would be completely ruined if he let his guard down.

Still- Being so honest was unusual of him, since he never really bothered talking about how he felt. It was always about his accomplishments, his doings, what he had been up to. He was always so proud and full of himself whenever he talked.

“Well, I need a break anyway, like you said. So I'll be available for a bit. What's wrong?”

There was silence.

You shot glances at him, noticing how he breathed slowly, as if he was contemplating something. He seemed stressed.

...And suddenly, you got a nosebleed.

Because of course you did.

You only noticed it had even happened after a drop of blood fell on your shirt.

“Jesus christ-”

As you quickly got up, you noticed the shocked expression on his face. Did he not mean to do that? You made a mental note while making a run for the bathroom.

After you managed to get your nosebleed to stop, you went back to your room to change into a new shirt before going back to him.

He was still waiting for you in the living room, having not moved an inch.

“Hey,”

You spoke, your voice sounding tired. You were tired.

He glanced up at you, then quickly glanced away again. He refused to lift his head to properly look at you. Was he ashamed about what just happened?

“Sòr͞r̴y.͞”

“No, it's okay. I was just a bit... I don't know- Surprised? I thought you gave people nosebleeds and whatnot on purpose.”

He chuckled.

“S͏ome͘t̶i͏me̢s̀.”

You sat down besides him again.

“...Let's try this one more time then.”

You went straight to the point, and his smile faded. He was the one who had told you something was up in the first place, why would he be trying to avoid it now?

“What's wrong?”

You asked, and he answered your question with a question of his own. A question you would've never expected to come from someone like him...

“Ha͟ve͟ ̶you e̕v̧e̡r͘... Be̷e͘n ͡be͟tr͏a̢y̴ed̛?”

#jacksepticegos #jse anti #jse fandom #jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #antisepticeye x reader #ego x reader #Anti is sympathetic in this #reader is kind of an asshole lol ngl #the LOOOORE!!!

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yuckie-obsessive · 1 year

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Hey, work work is ausome. Do you think you could do yandere antisepticeye x reader. And people think reader is crazy and sends them to a crazy hospital and there in a stray jacket and anti kill 1000s of people and reader is like oh shit then anti snuggles reader in the jacket.

Just a thought but yeah, have a nice day

*cracks knuckles*

Ask and you shall receive >:)

Antisepticeye x Reader (gender neutral)

Tw: obsessive and possessive behavior (yandere), swearing, drugging, hospitalization, restraint, blood, murder/death mention. I do not endorse this behavior in real life relationships.

I may have taken a little creative liberty with this one. Hope you enjoy 😅 💚

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~★~

Time is a distant concept at this point. You didn’t know how long you had been sequestered in your home. Forced away from the world by him.

Antisepticeye

You couldn’t believe this reality, it didn’t feel real. He somehow wriggled into your life and quickly consumed every aspect of it. “My little pet,” he would call you at first.

Eventually, after you stopped fighting so much, he grew softer. You fought with your mind to not fall further under his control, but his seemingly genuine affection was making that difficult. He was growing soft for you, growing careless. An opportunity to run was given one evening. “Now or never,” you told yourself, even as you hesitated. You had to leave, this wasn’t right.

So you fled.

Running through yards and bushes, you ran to the opposite end of the neighborhood and started banging on the door of the last house. The joy and relief you felt when finally seeing another person. Pleading for help.

Your stomach dropped as they gave you off looks when telling your story.

A man coming out of nowhere and keeping you locked in your home? Sounds crazy.

The police thought so too.

In a hysteria, you grabbed the closest person and practically screamed to help you. You had to escape!

The police weren’t convinced and did little to help. You did eventually get something an unceremonious toss into a hospital for psychiatric evaluation.

They didn’t take your story seriously, but were convinced by your extremely distraught state that you were at risk.

Now you lay in a padded room. The high ceiling presented a single bulb you couldn’t ever hope to reach. Not like you could… your arms had been restrained in a canvas jacket.

To keep you safe, of course.

You couldn’t believe your rotten luck.

It had to be some sort of delusional nightmare.

The only comfort was your own thoughts, when you could actually think straight. Dreams were haunted by visions of your most recent experiences. Green electricity dancing through your home, flashes on screens that weren’t supposed to be there. There were the times Anti would fly into a manic rage that caused bulbs to pop and windows shatter. They always were miraculously fixed the next day. Guess it was all in your head.

Why would anyone find themselves living with a fictional demon after all? It was crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy- wasn’t it? That’s why you were here.

That’s right.

You were crazy.

Everyone said so.

You continue to lay in your new padded home, staring at the wall, medicated out of your mind.

Surely this will make me better… you think to yourself, shifting slightly in the jacket that was graciously forced on your body.

To keep you safe, of course.

You weren’t quite sure what safe felt like anymore. After some time you had been convinced that Anti would provide anything you needed. He made you believe he was everything you needed. He kept you safe right? From everyone else?

A delusional thought for sure. Believing in something that was created as fiction. You could laugh, if you didn’t feel so fuzzy. Surely the doctors know best and you’ll be all fixed up to return to a normal life.

You could only hope.

Only a few days into your stay, you adjusted to dismal rhythm. You were thoroughly convinced at this point that you were suffering from hallucinations and mania. The meds they gave you numbed all your senses. You felt floaty. Drifting between activities and time in your room. A routine without chaos, without change.

Until one day you heard muffled screams just outside your door. The room was supposed to be sound proof. Isolating you from the outside, but those cries somehow made it in.

You were hallucinating again. Had to be.

Shuffling back into a corner, you did your best to curl into a ball and wait for a nurse to enter and give you more of those numbing pills.

The screams suddenly stopped. You let out a nervous breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

The door burst open.

The glow from his eyes hid a fiery rage as they quickly scanned the room, finally landing on you. He exhaled with a harsh, “Christ there you are,” and rushed to your side.

“Do you have any idea the scare you gave me?” He nervously laughed. Rolling you over, his relieved expression turned concerned. “My god…” his hand brushed the side of your face. You were vaguely aware of the iron like smell that had consumed the room. “Poor thing, they’ve drugged you haven’t they?”

You didn’t have the strength to respond, only able to let a trembling sigh escape as he pulled you into his arms. “You’re safe now, I’m here- and look! They’ve wrapped you up like a little present,” he was trying to get just a little more of reaction out of you, but realized there wasn’t going to be one as your head limply connected with his shoulder. His laugh was bitter now, “happy birthday to me…”

Gathering you up, he made his way out into the stained halls. “Don’t you worry now, (y/n). Those bad people are aaaall gone. No one will bother us anymore,” he pecked the top of your head before resting his own atop it. You decided to close your eyes, not wanting to look at the stained walls as you were carried out.

~★~

The amount of panic he felt when you weren’t in the home was immeasurable. Going to neighbors provided context of “someone crazy was running around the neighborhood” and quickly finding out you had been sent to the hospital. This wasn’t the answer he wanted.

You had been running around? He didn’t want to think that you wanted to leave. No, you must’ve wanted some fresh air is all. You loved him after all and everything was going so well in recent weeks.

This train of thought was further reinforced when he found out that you had been involuntarily admitted to a psychiatric ward.

Panic turned to anger. How dare they separate you two! You didn’t need whatever “help” they were trying to give.

He had cut down all other obstacles up to this point, now he was on a rampage. If staff didn’t give useful information, it was curtains for them. The only person he wanted to see was you and he would kill indiscriminately to make that happen.

The hospital was void of activity by the time he got to the hallway you resided in. He went room to room looking for you, still lashing out in a rage when someone else had the audacity to appear in your place.

Oh, the relief when he found you curled up in that ridiculous room. Your very presence was enough to calm him immediately.

But something was off. You didn’t look at him, nor responded to his words. Didn’t even flinch when he busted the door down.

He would’ve murdered everyone in that damned place twice over once he got a good look at you. The glazed over eyes and lack of response almost convinced him you were dead had it not been for your shallow, uneven breathing.

He clutched you tighter in his arms.

He hadn’t said much during the walk back, you wanted air after all and being in that stuffy hospital wouldn’t have satisfied that urge whatsoever.

“Remember I told you the world was a dangerous place, (y/n).” It came out as a statement. A reminder. “If you want something just ask! I can accommodate within reason you know…”

You remained unresponsive. He sighed, “You’re not gonna go behind my back anymore right?” He nuzzled into your hair. “Better off safe with me than going out and letting something like this happen again.”

#ego #anti #kie’s post #text #jacksepticeye egos #antisepticeye x reader #antisepticeye #yandere x reader #yandere #answers by kie #kie writes #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral fanfic #anon

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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Wilford (+whatever other egos you want) react to reader singing when they had never heard them (not jokingly) sing?

This applies to people with all types of voices. Whether your ability to sing is good or bad, their reactions would still be the same

━MARKIPLIER ☆

He relates to you being nervous about singing around him at first. Mark quite litteraly has put out a full ass musical number out there for millions to see before, so he understands your nerves

━DARKIPLIER ☆

After hearing those sweet sweet lyrics slip past your lips, Dark broke into a cool and loving smile. He had to resist the urge to pull you into his arms and spin you around in a delicate ballroom dance

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

It depends on what mood you catch him in. Don't get me wrong, he won't insult you or cut you down baised on your ability to sing, but he might be a little dismissive if you present them to the glitch when he's grumpy.

Other than that thought you might get to see his compulsive ADHD side come out.

"Whanna start a bahnd!"

"Oh fuck yeah."

━WILFORD ☆

He won't even miss a beat. Joins in with you, successfully filling in any gaps in the lyrics you leave behind.

Tells you that you should sing more becuase and I quote "I've only heard the voice of an angel twice. Once just now, and the other when I almost went into the light."

"You did wha-"

━YANCY ☆

You have Yancy falling in love all over again. It doesn't matter if your singing is total shit or a melody from the heavens; Yancy just slowly sits down and stares at you with stars in his eyes.

"That was-" [*sniff*] "-beautifuls (Y/n)"

━ENGINEER ☆

He just beams at you before pretending to be a backup dancers while scatting to the rhythm under his breath. It's a goofy moment that makes the both of you hurt out into laughter at the end.

━ACTOR ☆

"You have...talent. I can't belive this. Quick someone get makeup in here. We need to get this future star ready for their headshots. Quick people! We don't have all day let's go!!"

━ILLINOIS ☆

Claps for you at the end with a proud smile, so happy that you were comfortable enough to share such an intimate part of you with him <333

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the-wild-ego · 1 year

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Insecure HCs - Part One

Requested: Yes. @musingsofmessa asks Hi again, @the-wild-ego 🙂 May I request another Anti x Reader? I was wondering what Anti would tell his darling for her to feel better about her body image? I have a lot of stretch marks and a big chest, so it kinda makes me self-conscious. So, what do you think he'd say to help his darling feel better about herself? I apologize if I'm bombarding you with these. 😅 Anti's just my favorite boi.

Fandom: JackSepticEye

Pairing: Antisepticeye//Reader, Chase/Reader, Henrik/Reader, Angeliceye/Reader

Pronouns: None

Warnings: Insecure!reader, stretchmarks, thicker bodies, mental health, etc.

A/N: I don’t mind a bombardment of requests, I just feel bad that it’s taken me so long to write about it... I hope it's okay that I turned them into HCs... If you would like me to add more for this fandom, let me know… Enjoy!

Antisepticeye:

If he noticed you were feeling down, he’d crack jokes first.

“Come on, babe, you know I love your hungolomghnonoloughongous.”

If you weren’t smiling and laughing by the end of his stupidity, he would place both hands on your shoulders and look at you with the sincerest look that he can muster.

"Babe, did I cause this?"

He would always blame himself first, believing he wasn't giving you the attention that you deserved, or that he was away for too long.

"No, no, it's not that... it's just..." you would say, not knowing how to describe what you were feeling. It's just what you believed sometimes. Especially when new stretchmarks would appear.

As you trailed off, he would pull you into a hug, running his hands gently along your back. You wouldn't need to say anything else.

He would start by tugging off your shirt, kissing your stomach and shoulders as we went. Departing for a moment, to grabbing a shirt of his for you to wear.

"Here, for you." he would say, sliding the shirt over your head. He would kiss parts of your face as they appeared. Forehead. Nose. Cheeks. Lips. Chin.

He'd help you slide out of your pants and gently lead you to the bed.

He lays down first, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you there. Maybe playing with your hair or running his fingers over the stretchmarks that were visible to him. Anything to relax you.

His love isn't spoken, but he'll show you how much he cares for you through other means.

Chase:

Chase would start with kissing you the second you started talking bad about yourself.

"I just don't feel like I'm good eno-" Kiss.

"I'm too bi-" Kiss.

"My face looks fun-" Kiss.

You would frown at him, and he'd cup your face, pressing his thumbs against your downturned lips.

"What do you mean? You are my oceans, my lakes, my rivers, you are a long refreshing drink after 1 million years in a dry ass desert. You are the Sun that dries away my tears, the smell of flowers after it rains, the-" and then you'd smile and he'd smile back, eyes alight with mischief.

"What?" you'd ask in that oh-so-innocent voice that he loved so, so much.

He'd move his hands down to your waist before lifting you with the upmost ease. He loved how you squeaked and held onto him for dear life.

He would walk you to the bedroom, gently laying you down in the sheets. Then, he would unceremoniously drop down next to you, pulling you into him and pulling the blankets overtop both of your heads.

There he would hold, kiss, and just love you until you felt better. Reminding you between kisses and soft touches that you are enough, if not better for him.

Henrik:

Henrik has to work. A lot. So often times you are having to battle your insecurities on your own.

But after those hard days alone, Henrik can see it on your face, just how upset that you are.

Henrik won't say much, mainly because he understands those insecurities. He understands that you can't always fight them off and tell yourself that it'll be okay.

He'll leave you on the couch for just a moment, placing all of his belongings back into their respected positions.

Then he'll turn back to you, holding out his arms until you crawl into them, hiding away in the safety of your lover.

"I know, my dear." he'd whisper softly, squeezing you just enough to get his point across. He'd hold you there, swaying with you gently until you broke down.

Whether it be to cry or to shakily tell him how you feel. He'd sit with you, listen to your woes, and troubles. He would offer advice where you wanted it and listen where you needed.

Then, he would stand and make you a cup of something hot; tea, coffee, hot chocolate, whatever you preferred to drink for comfort.

And he always somehow managed to make it just right, as if you had made the cup of steaming liquid yourself.

Angeliceye:

Angel would want to shield you from anything that hurt you. Mentally, physically, etc. anything that he could do, he would.

If you were feeling especially sad, he would wrap you into his arms and cry with you. His wings taking on a mind of their own and wrapping the both of you up into the safety of their feathers.

The soft brushing of feathers against your back usually helped to calm you down.

"I-I just don't feel like I deserve... this." You'd whisper, and Angel would pull back, confused. You didn't feel like you deserved a hug?

"No... Not that, just everything. Everything that I've been given. Everything that you've done for me..."

He would frown then, the expression foreign on his face. Twisting his beautiful features into something that looked... wrong. A frown didn't belong on his face.

"You deserve all that and more... You are the light of my life, Y/N."

You smile shakily and begin to pull away, but he holds you firm, pulling you back in.

When those tears began to form again, he would wipe them away diligently.

"Please do not cry, my love... Talk to me." he would whisper. Spending the night listening to you. Letting you relieve all the stress that you felt from the day.

And he would hold you until you felt good enough to truly pull away, but no sooner than that.

You were made for each other, he would say.

His words of affirmation were something that always left you feeling warm and fuzzy. And he constantly reminded you that he needed you just as much as you needed him.

#antisepticeye x reader #chase brody x reader #angeliceye x reader #anti x reader #chase x reader #angel x reader

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llclown-kittyll · 1 year

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Hi I love ur work - but could u do a yandere septiceyes x reader who is disabled and always unintentionally hurts them self? U didn't have to but the idea is here

I saw this a couple weeks after Anon asked. I hope you're still around to read the fic you inspired!

TW's: Stalking, undiagnosed/ untreated medical issues.

I based this on my experiences and the reader is gender neutral

The world was set up to fail you from the very beginning. This much you knew. You didn’t know who was leaving you small trinkets and small love notes for you in your workplace- but you knew that the world couldn’t care less about you or your ‘issues’.

Since you could remember, you had episodes of dizziness and lost your coordination skills- that could last minutes to hours, it varied. Pair that with anxiety and sensory issues, and it equaled out to your worst day when both showed up. Realistically, you knew you should get a cane or something. Since the path for a required diagnosis and treatment wasn’t covered by your healthcare plan, it was the next best option.

But your anxiety would sky-rocket if your coworkers and friends saw you with a cane, and then you’d have to explain why you used it to every single person. It would be none of their business, really, but the social pressure of explaining why and letting strangers invalidate or validate your reason was an expectation- and you didn’t have the strength to go through that.

Punching out, you were just done with today. It was 9PM and today had been hectic to the max. Frustrated customers, cleaning every nook and cranny cause the area managers were visiting, stocking- bending up and down, again and again it was way too much. But trying to be the perfect worker to prove your worth, you pushed. You were the last one leaving, the mall already closing two hours ago. You spent 10 minutes in the break room earlier, sprawled out, trying to get some feeling back into your bones. And in your tired, weary mind, when you saw that the escalator was shut down- you picked the stairs, forgetting about the real possibility that you could die if you had an episode then and there. It was 2 floors- so not awful. Trudging down, you loosely held onto the railing, just wanting to get home already. Everything became a blur slowly, losing awareness because of how stressed out you were and the feeling of dizziness becoming more prominent minute by minute. Stopping a couple times, you took a break so the symptoms slowed down- playing the waiting game and then moving again. Missing a step, you almost fell…

Black sleeved arms caught you around your waist, holding you up from face-planting into the concrete floor. If you weren’t ‘alone’, at a mall, at night- you would've said thanks. But the fact that you never heard a single door open or footsteps fueled your action to grip onto the rail harder and turn around- nothing. Nothing was there... No-one was there… The next morning you forgot all about it, blaming it on your delirium from working a ten hour shift on four hours of sleep and a red bull. It was nothing.

Months passed since then, you almost hurt yourself countless times because of your perfectionism and by ‘chance’ you didn’t. A ‘gust of wind’ pushed the door closed just in time for you to lean on it. Your phone appeared, ringing so loudly in between your couch cushions that you had no choice but to crash instead of continuing cleaning during a dizzy spell and a migraine once. How convenient that you didn’t burn an arm trying to cook while your head was spinning because the electric stove shut off randomly that day. The small gifts from your secret admirer ramped up in price and became spot-on choices of what you liked. Word got around fast- despite your 50+ coworkers. So, you assumed whoever it was, was listening. Small detailed jewelry, costly gemstones, your favorite snacks- it should’ve been alarming. But who were you to question gifts given out of ‘pure romantic obsession interest’?

Tuesday, on the way to work in a uber, you checked your missed texts. One was sent 4 A.M. and you didn't recognize the number. Your blood ran cold when you read it.

Don’t push yourself to be a perfectionist today, Y/N. I can’t watch you every second like usual- I’ll only be able to check on you every hour today. I’m making everything perfect for our 8 month anniversary and need to spend some time on getting it all ready for tonight. Be careful, Doll. I love you~

The same number showed up as calling after you read it, and with shaky hands, you answered.

“̶̥͙̬̂͊R̴̢̲͈̿e̴̹̤̲͊͠ă̵̞͇ͅd̸̙̤͘̕͝y̶̤̭͛͋͐ ̵͔̒f̵̣͉̉̎ó̶̧͖̩͗r̵͉̼͚̿̈͆ ̷̙̲͕͂̚o̵̪̓̋ų̴͋r̶̼̬̍̕͜ ̸̬̪͆d̵͓̑̂ą̷̬̦̀t̷̩̩̪͆͒̾ḛ̵̓ ̶̘͌̌̈ẗ̶͉́̐͋o̸͖̟̼͑n̶̳̍̚ḭ̶̔͊ĝ̸̰̲h̵̺̒̒̕ͅt̷̻̠̬͌͝,̵͇͐̾ ̵͓͌͝D̸̦̦̽̀ạ̶̫͊̀̉r̴̙̈́l̸͕̫̭̓̒ī̷̻n̷̩̂’̴̧̓?̸̠̖̍̀”̸̦̈́̑̕ *

*”Ready for our date tonight, Darlin’?”

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