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The Healing String (Actor Marc x GN Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 More coming soon!

A series base on this post. Basically a string of fate (Or red string) Soulmate AU where Marc can control the strings.

Also, you're not the DA in this story. I don't think the DA will be in the story but I will let you know if they are. Also, I did a drawing for this it's a very bottom!

Summary- Marc has lived a very interesting life and a lot of his life revolved around the red string of fate. We take a look at his life and what lead him to this moment. The moment he got another string of fate and met his new soulmate, you. 1846 words

Tws- mentions of cheating, trust issues, bad mental health, mentions the events of WKM (so very slight character death), manuplitation (Not of the reader), isolation, mentions of toxic relationships (Not involving reader), assholes, and talking down on someone.

My main man Marc actually went to therapy lol. No, but this series is not going to be all fluff so make sure to read TWs, I'll mention again if extra triggering topics come up. Basically, Marc learning to love again, and you two actually having a healthy relationship!

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Marc has always loved the color red. It meant many things to him. The meaning shifted as he did. First, it was courage, then it was love, then anger, his power, and eventually passion.

His love for red has always been a thing so, When he finally got his red string he was elated. He was bursting with joy and couldn't wait to meet his soulmate. He had always imagined his soulmate being his fan sitting in the crowd, the string would pull them together on stage and everyone would see their love. 

When he did finally meet his soulmate it was a lot less dramatic than he imagined, but as he looked into Celine's eyes he didn’t care. All he cared about was her. 

He did everything for Celine, all he had ever wanted was her happiness. To say he was heartbroken when the string started to fray is an understatement. He cried for days on end and decided he would do everything in his power to fix his string with Celine. 

That never did end up happening. He tried so hard, and he couldn't fix it. When Celine told him about how her string with him had frayed but was repaired with the colonel, it broke him. 

The string was cut and so was his compassion. He had screamed at her to leave and never come back. The red from the gone string was replaced by red hot anger in his soul, he had given everything to her, and he tried everything to make her happy. All of that for her to break his heart and trust. He didn’t know if he was angry about the cheating itself, or about how long it has been going on. 

After that day, no one saw Marc for very long. His friends and family reached out and tried to help him but the red anger in his heart was too much for him. He couldn’t trust anyone and he had learned that the hard way. 

After about 2 years, his sadness lessened and his anger grew. She would hurt other people, he knew it. How cruel does someone have to be to cheat on them with their best friend? How could his best friend do this to him? He had so much pain and anger, they deserved to experience it too.

His mental health declined heavily, and very fast. This didn’t help when he started to look into the mystical arts. He couldn't bring himself to hurt Celine, a small part of him still loved her. No matter what she did to him he wouldn't ever lay a finger on her, the same could be said about the colonel. His pain wasn’t physical, no. It was mental, and he had no issue with hurting them that way. 

He planned the night he died for months, and somehow it didn’t go according to plan. Though Marc was a smart man, he made it work for him and he came out on top. 

That night Marc had realized something, he could now control the string of fate. The little red string that had caused him to break, was now his to control. He had so much power now, he could bend fate and that brought him joy. With a simple swipe of his hands, he could get whatever he wanted. Though the red string never came back on its own, it was always created by Marc.

After a while this got tiring. He was so tired, he had all the power and money he could want but that was not going to fix his broken heart. He tried many things, most were unhealthy. Then one day he got fed up and decided he was going to make himself happy. No one else could, so he took a leap of faith and started to go to therapy. 

His first therapy session was about 3 years ago and while he wasn't healed totally; he was much healthier now. He had worked his way back into acting and was in bigger roles now.

 He had rediscovered his love for acting. It was a coping mechanism for him and helped him stop abusing his power. On occasion he would still warp the string of fate, sometimes for selfish reasons, sometimes not. That's what led him to now. 

He was on set for the movie he was starring in. It was a classic action and romance, it was a fun script made by an amazing team of people. So when he had heard they were going to replace the young and upcoming director he refused. With a few quick swipes of his hands and a few magic words, the director not only was allowed to stay but had also been greenlighted for another movie. It was worth it to see the young director happy. 

He sat in his chair, a custom-made one he brought onto sets with him. With red velvet cushions and fancy carved wood, it screamed Marc. 

As he sat in the chair he inspected the red string attached to his thumb, he always left the pinky open in case he ever got another soulmate. He let out a sigh and swiped his hand above it. 

A red glow untied the string from his hand, and the string moved from him, back to the person's original soulmate. 

He will manipulate people, but he refuses to cut the string. He wouldn't let anyone he cares about go through the same pain as him. The only time he had to guarantee the safety of someone. 

He groaned and leaned against his chair, face against his hand. He was waiting in his room until they needed him on set. It helped recharge his social battery, which he had learned would help him feel less overwhelmed. 

 He wore his costume, a simple white dress shirt, rolled to his sleeves, and gray dress pants. The only difference was the hair clip in his hair keeping it from moving. The stylist worked so hard on his hair and he would be damned if he made them do that again, plus he hated having his hair and makeup down.

He closed his eyes letting himself have a moment of peace and rest before he felt a disturbance around him. His eyes shot open and found nothing, it was a disturbance in the mystic world. He shook his head, not his problem. 

Well, it wasn't his problem until he felt something wrap around his finger, his face contorted with shock as he saw a red string tie itself around his pinky and shoot out of the room. 

He held up his hand and looked at it. It couldn't be real could it, maybe he created it by accident? He waved a hand to try and untie it and it didn’t work. 

He stood from his chair, as he felt something he hadn't felt in years. 

He felt hopeful and scared. He wanted to love again and always yearned for it but couldn't stand the idea of another heartbreak. He stood there debating what he should do.

As if fate was encouraging him, the string pulled, taught, and glowed. His new soulmate was close. His heart raced in his chest as he quickly left the room. 

He was scared of getting hurt again, but he had to know who. Who could love him after everything he's done and been through? Fate gave him another chance and he’d rather die again than risk losing it. 

As he walked down the hall of the studio people looked at him confused, he didn't care, not now. He was about to leave the specific building they were filming in, when he felt a hand stop him, the director.

“Marc, where are you going? It's about time for your scene.” The director asked confused, Marc took a breath, 

“My string of fate is back.” The director gasped with a surprised face, “My soulmate is near, I'm sorry I promise I’ll be-” the director cut him off.

“What are you still doing here? Go! We can film it another day.” the director said, pushing him out of the door. Marc smiled and thanked the director before leaving, following the string. 

He slowly sped up until he was sprinting in the direction of the string, he wouldn't lose them, not when they were so close.

After turning the corner around a building he stopped suddenly and his breath got caught in his throat. Around a group of studio officials and others was his soulmate. You. 

You stood holding some kind of book in your hand and looking like you were trying to say something. You were so focused on the conversation you didn't notice the string go taught. Marc sped walk over to you and as he grew closer he heard the people talking. 

“I know in the source material they aren't in a relationship, but the audience would love that.” One person said you tried to interject. You were cut off, “Yes I agree it would be a great hook. “ You bite your lip. 

You're an author of a very famous book series and the studio wanted to turn it into a movie. They asked for you to be there and overwatch its production. Not that it mattered, they  wouldn't listen to you. The director was full of himself, and the writers and producers ignored you completely. You were about ready to call it quits. You spent so much time, money, and effort into these books and they were going to make so many readers unhappy if they kept on. 

“Actually, the whole point is that they're not-” You were cut off.

“I know you're the author, but I think it's best we do this. We are professionals after all. “ The director said to you, your blood boiled. How dare they.

As Marc walked up to you he heard the conversation and he grew angry. He knew this director and they were notorious for being a huge bag of dicks. So as he finally arrived behind you, he stepped to your side, so that he wasn't completely behind you and said

“Yeah, you're a professional douche bag. I honestly don't even know why the studio hasn’t fired you yet. I know plenty of better directors that would fill your spot very nicely. “ He spoke, 

You turned to him and froze, whoever this guy was he was beautiful and he was standing up for you. You felt your heart race and cheeks grow hot. The man placed his hand softly on your back, 

“I will personally talk to the head of the studio and get you another project. You don’t deserve to be working with someone so talented. “ He finished, directing you away from the group. You knew you should probably say something, but you were so enchanted by this mysterious man it slipped from your mind. He smiled down at you and you felt a tug on your pinky. You looked down and saw the red string attached to this man. 

Holy fuck, he was your soulmate.

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Run Rabbit, Run.

Wilford x gn!Reader

Heyyy, how yall doin... I'm sorry I've been away, I was in the void, but I finished a fic I've had in the works for about a year now if that makes up for it 🥰

Rated M, but no actual nsfw

TWs; guns/gunplay for foreplay, but no actual nsfw, just hints at it, swearing, predator/prey kink, 2 crazy lovebirds <3

Wilford wants to try a new game, enticing the reader with his shiny new toy<3

Word Count; 3.3k

"My sweet little gumdrop, what do you say we make tonight's game a little more interesting, hm?" The mischievous undertone of Wilford's voice made them perk up, looking over at him from their reading position on the loveseat. Game night with Wilford always tended to end up 'interesting', but the new tone in his questioning caught their full attention.

Setting their book down on the coffee table, they turned to him with a raised brow. "Hmm, alright, and what did you have in mind for such an interesting game?" They asked, attempting to match his intonation. The way his facial expression lit up, eyes sparkling, they knew he was up to no good.

What did I just agree to..?

Wilford's smile grew, his mustache twitching ever so slightly, "How about a game of hide and seek?"

"Hide and seek? Wilfy, we've played that a hundred times, how is that more interesting than…" Their voice trailed off as they noticed a glint of something shiny being pulled from behind his back.

A sparkling golden revolver. Their eyes widened a bit, trailing from the gun to the now almost predatory gleam in his eyes.

Oh.

"This, my dear, will make it all the more interesting, don't you think?" Wilford tossed the weapon back and forth between his hands a few times before he held it steady, leaning forward to tilt their chin up with the barrel of the gun. As their gaze met his, a warmth began to spread across their delicate skin, slowly creeping up their body.

"Your gun? H-how is that related to hide and seek…?" He merely let out a breathy laugh as he lifted his free hand to stroke the blush that had settled upon their cheeks.

"Because sugarplum," He leaned into their flushed features, hand still on the gun held below their chin, his own features now dripping with desire as he spoke, "I do believe this will spur you on a bit more. Will it not?" Wilford brushed his lips against theirs, nothing more than the ghost of a touch, causing Y/N to swallow hard as they mimicked his subtle movements.

"I-uh, yes I suppose you're right about that…" They whispered, attempting to capture his lips on theirs. But before that could happen Wilford pulled back with a devious little smirk.

"Mm, wonderful." He purred, taking the gun away and reaching into his pocket with his free hand. Y/N watched him with emotions ranging from excitement, to fear, to lust, swirling around in their head, making it difficult to focus on anything but him. Wilford himself found it hard to stifle an excited giggle as he watched their reactions, reveling in the effects he could instill in them.

As he finally revealed what was in his pocket, 6 silver bullets lay in the palm of his hand, their breath caught in their throat. At this, he looked from his palm to them, a grin spreading across his face. Slowly, as if teasing them, he unlocked the cylinder of the revolver.

"Now, bunny," Wilford glanced up at them, motioning with the gun, "I would suggest you start running to find a hiding place, so that I may," He held up one of the bullets, examining it for a moment before loading it into an empty chamber, "seek you."

Y/N snapped out of their momentary trance with a slight shake of the head. Though thoughts and questions still raced in their mind, why did this have such an effect on them? How did he come up with such an idea, as to basically hunt them for sport? And why was it so hot?

Wilford, now loading the second shiny bullet into his gun, raised a brow at them, causing Y/N to scramble to their feet. "Y-yes sir…" They muttered before clumsily backing out of the room, stumbling over their own feet.

"Good." He chuckled, watching them as he continued to load his gun. "I'm going to count to 30 and you had better found a good spot to hide before I come and find you, cupcake." As he finished with the weapon he spun the cylinder and flipped it closed.

"So run little rabbit," Y/N gulped as he pointed the gun at them, "run."

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Frantic footsteps and heavy breathing rang throughout the empty hallways of the manor as Y/N took off to find a suitable hiding spot. They knew Wilford would never actually hurt them, but adrenaline was pulsing through their veins at the thought of being hunted like cowardly little prey. Their predator, who had hunted in the wild for sport many years ago, could practically smell the excitement and fear seeping through their exterior.

A game of cat and mouse.

As Y/N approached the end of the hallway they found a door to an empty office that was cracked open. Glancing around, they tiptoed into the room, careful not to disturb the creaky wooden door. They looked around the room and spotted an old wardrobe, just big enough to hide in. Or at least that's what he's going to assume, they thought, a smirk forming on their lips. But if they were going to play this little trick off they had to act fast.

"19, 20, 21, 22…"

Wilford's voice echoed throughout the manor in a sing-song type of speech. "Oh bunny~ I hope you're hiding somewhere good~!"

Shit.

Y/N quickly went over to the wardrobe, cracking open the door and pushing some old clothes around to make it look as though they were there before quietly hurrying over to the window on the right side of the room.

"26, 27, 28, 29…"

They fiddled with the lock on the window, cursing under their breath about old paint and warped wood, before finally getting it to slide up with a crackling noise, making them wince.

"30! Ready or not sugar! Here I come!" From downstairs they could hear Wilford humming a tune to himself as he began to search. Y/N's heart was racing as they slipped out of the open window and onto the fire escape, turning around to close the window again. Placing their hands on the panes, they slowly slid it closed, cringing when it made a slight 'Thunk!' sound. From downstairs Wilford had heard said noise, causing him to perk up and twirl his gun around in his finger. "Silly little rabbit, I'm gonna find you~"

After closing the window they stepped just around the edge of the window, back against the side of the manor, straining their ears to hear if Wilford was making his way into the room. They took a couple deep breaths in an attempt to still their racing heart, as if it was as loud outside as it was in their head.

The sun was setting across the manors courtyard, the colors swirling with the clouds, creating brilliant orange, red, and pink cotton candy in the sky. Y/N took a moment to pause and admire the scene. How fitting. But the moment of serene was cut short as they heard the door to the office creak open and heavy footsteps following behind. They tensed, breath catching in their throat again as Wilford entered, humming to himself once more.

"Oh Y/N~, I know you’re here, sweetheart." They stayed quiet as they stood beside the window, listening to the shuffling sounds as curiosity began to creep up on them, wanting to know if their little stunt would throw him off or if he was too smart and would know where they were without a second guess. When his shadow passed by the window, they decided to test their fate, slowly peeking around the window frame, just in time to see Wilford making his way to the wardrobe. Gun pointed directly in front of him. As he approached the slightly ajar doors, he pulled the hammer of his revolver back with a click and reached forward with one hand, suddenly swinging the door open and jumping into view.

“Aha! Found…” As he scanned the empty closet, using his free hand to move the clothes around just to be sure, his eyes narrowed. “Oh you sneaky little thing, now that’s just not fair.” Wilford let out a huff as he unclicked the hammer and lowered his gun. From outside, Y/N was holding their hand over their mouth to stifle the giggles bubbling up from the pouty look he had on his face.

I can’t believe it actually worked, holy shit. But their momentary celebration was cut short as Wilford turned on his heel and began to inspect the rest of the office, looking under the desk, around the sides of the couch and chair set, until his eyes landed on the (usually locked) unlocked window. And as they went to duck from view, he had caught a glimpse of the same color fabric they had on, causing Wilford to flinch in surprise, for as soon as he saw it, it was gone. His eyes narrowed as he hummed in amusement, stalking over to the window.

Fuck fuck fuck, did he see me? No, he was too busy looking elsewhere right? Fuck he probably saw me. Shit. Y/N took off up the fire escape that would lead to the roof of the manor, the old metal stairs groaning under their feet. Once at the top of the stairs, they heard the old wood frame of the window crackling open again and heavy boots stepping out onto the landing underneath it.

Oh, he definitely saw me. Or his hunting and tracking skills are coming in really handy right about now, they thought as they peaked over the ledge of the roof to see if he was going to follow them up. Wilford was closing the window behind him as they stared down at him, heart racing to see if his head would snap up from sensing their gaze.

As a matter of fact, Wilford could sense them, he knew how adrenaline was pumping through their veins at the very notion of being caught, how they were almost ecstatic at the thought of being hunted down by him. It made him let out the smallest laugh. But he didn’t want to catch them just yet, he was going to toy with them for a while longer, so he took his time turning and slowly making his way up the same flight of stairs to the roof. After all, a predator usually tires out it’s prey to make it easier to snatch up, right?

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath as they ducked down behind the ledge, turning to look around the roof before they noticed the spiral staircase that would take them back down to ground level. They could hear Wilford slowly ascending the stairs behind them, it’s now or never. They moved as quickly as they could, while crouching, to the staircase, grabbing hold of the railing as they began their own descent. Just as they did though, Wilford had reached the rooftop, smirking to himself as he caught another glimpse of their clothing fluttering behind them as they made their way down the stairs.

“Y/N, where are you, honey?” He called out as he walked around the roof, acting as though he was searching for them. They bristled at the sound of his voice being so close as they had reached ground level. Heart racing, they glanced up at the rooftop. Not seeing him immediately, they took yet another chance and locked their gaze on the hedge maze about 50 yards out, beginning to sprint as fast as they could to the entrance. Hearing their footsteps against the gravel pathway, Wilford walked over to the edge of the roof, leaning over it as he watched them run towards the maze.

Suddenly, a loud shot rang out, the sound ricocheting off the walls of the manor and a small explosion of rocks just a couple feet away, making them let out a startled scream. They stumbled over their own feet as they glanced behind them, only to see Wilford waving his gun excitedly at them from the rooftop. Their stomach swirled with emotions as they regained their footing and finally made it into the maze, knowing that Wilford was a dead shot. He missed on purpose, and it sent a pleasured shiver through their body.

Well, Wilford, you may have found me, but now you have to catch me.

Up on the ledge, Wilford let out a laugh at the sight of their fear, “So you want me to chase you now, little rabbit? Very well. Have it your way.” In the blink of an eye he was on the gravel pathway he’d just shot at, following their trail into the maze.

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They knew in the back of their mind that Wilford was guaranteed to find them, otherworldly powers and all, but the more they ran through the maze, taking every twist and turn that they could without looping back, they had hope that they would win. Eventually, they turned into the center of the maze, a big open courtyard with a trickling fountain smack dab in the middle and a flower bed with blood red roses growing all around it.

Y/N slowed their running to a slow walk, breathing hard as they tried to catch their breath, frantic eyes searching for another way out. There were four entrances to the center of the maze, 3 options remained, though the underlying anxiety that he could be down either of the options, stalled their decision. That is, until they heard a tune being whistled off to their left, and it sounded close. Too close. They sucked in a breath and took off again, choosing the path to their right, their shoes crunching against the gravel underneath them.

Wilford appeared in the center of the courtyard just as they had taken off, he watched as they ran down the path, unaware that he knew where they were, where they were going, and exactly where they would end up. His whistling had turned into a low hum as he slipped his gun into the waistband of his pants, walking around the fountain to examine the rose bushes surrounding it.

Surely Dark won't miss one rose hm? He thought to himself as he plucked the prettiest one he could find, grinning to himself as he turned back to the path Y/N had chosen.

-

I would have thought he'd find me by now, maybe this maze really is impossible to solve. Unless-

Their thoughts were cut short as they heard singing this time, coming from all around them it felt like.

"Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run. Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run." It sang, seeming as though it was getting closer and closer with each iteration. Y/N glanced behind them, eyes wide, but seeing nothing, they kept running. Though their lungs were on fire, it was getting difficult to keep going at this pace, but they kept on, too stubborn to give up just yet.

"Bang," A shot rang throughout the walls of the maze, making them jump with a shriek.

"Bang," A second shot.

"Bang," A third.

"Bang," A fourth, "Goes the farmers gun~"

They counted, including the shot before the maze, he had one bullet left. He knew that they knew that, and it filled him with giddy excitement.

In a final attempt to escape their predator, they ran as quick as they could to what they believed to be the exit, their lungs screaming for a moment of alleviation.

"So run rabbit, run rabbit, run," Their footsteps were heavy and nearly faulting as they kept going.

"Run," They glanced up from the ground, what they thought to be an escape, only a few steps away.

"Run." His voice was right next to their ear now, and as they ran into something solid, they let out a scream. A hand came out to catch them as they stumbled back, their wild eyes meeting his for the first time since they started their game.

Wilford was grinning at them, their gaze resembling a scared little animal that had finally been trapped. Their breaths were quick and shallow, he could feel their heart racing under his grasp of their arm, even their scent reeked of adrenaline.

"Well, hello there, little rabbit." He tilted his head to the side, leaning in closer so their noses were almost touching. They noticed his eyes were different, swirling with a glow of colors, but also filled with something nearly sinister. It invoked a new emotion in them, a primal fear that wasn't theirs. They were not afraid of Wilford, but the new emotion made them yank their arm from his grasp, turning to run the other way. But as they did, he appeared directly in front of them again, wrapping an arm around their waist to hold them in place.

"Ah ah little bunny, no more running. I believe I've caught you fair and square, have I not?" They glanced up at him as he spun the revolver around a finger of his free hand, still staring them down with that same look in his eye as before. He stopped spinning it and held it, pointing up, clicking back the hammer.

"I-I, Wil-" They choked out, still trying to regain their breath through fear, adrenaline, and something else swirling around in their abdomen.

"Oh sugar, are you afraid? I can feel your heart racing against mine." The hand wrapped around their waist caressed their side, fingers slipping under the hem of their shirt, making them shiver. "Fear not dear heart, this bullet is not for you, I've had my fun~" He unclicked the hammer, putting the revolver back into his waistband. He pulled his hand back, and in place of the revolver was the rose.

"Though this, on the other hand, is." Wilford brought the rose up, smelling it before placing it into one of their hands. "It smells almost as lovely as you do after the hunt." He let out a giggle as they glanced between him and the flower, eyes still wide as the adrenaline slowly left their body.

"That, that was one hell of a game you came up with, Wilfy…" They breathed, their free hand grasping at his shirt as their legs began to tremble. Wilford noticed this, and his hands slid down, hooking under their thighs and he lifted them up, wrapping their legs around his waist, making them let out a noise of surprise as they wrapped their arms around his neck for more support, still grasping the rose.

"Oh yes, it was!" He let out a laugh, but then his features shifted to a serious note as he looked them in the eye again. "But the question is sugarplum, did you enjoy it as much as I did?" He scanned their face as he awaited their answer.

A smile made its way to their lips from his underlying concern, making their head spin even more.

"Enjoy it? Honey, I loved it. The high of a chase is something else." They laughed, to which he grinned again, leaning in to rub his nose to theirs, mustache tickling their lips, returning the laugh in his own deep voice.

"I'm so glad you feel the same sugar, because the high will only add to your prize for being such a good little bunny for me~" The arousal in his tone was clear and it made the heat in their abdomen flare up once again. The same swirling colors in his eyes were just as wild as before, if not more, as he placed one of his hands on the back of their head, pulling them in for a very heated and well deserved kiss.

Wilford began walking out of the maze, not breaking the kiss, and still having them wrapped around his waist before they both were gone in the blink of an eye.

-

Dark watched from his place in the office window, shaking his head, though a little smile played on the corner of his lips.

"Looks as though dear Wilford has found someone just as crazy as himself."

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Coffee

Specifically for @writtengalaxies. You're welcome, captain.

Engineer x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 573

It had been many years since the events of the Invincible III. The wormholes, the jumping through, the everything. All behind you, and now here you sit, in your kitchen as your husband unloads the dishwasher. “Wakey Wakey Protocol” now has a new meaning in your household. Instead of being rudely evicted from your cryo pod, it’s now him waking you up gently in bed with a cup of coffee. How you could look into his big brown eyes as they twinkle at you forever, because not even the galaxies you’ve seen and the beauty of space would come near to the wonderfulness and love that was stowed away in his eyes.

You watch as he slowly unloads the dishwasher, sipping on your coffee that he recently refilled for you. Although you were insistent he didn’t need to, you let him do things around the house. It gave him something to do, and as he said, he’d never stop serving his captain as long as he lived. So now you have a himbo malewife who makes you coffee, lines up all your mugs in the cabinet so the design is facing outwards properly, all nestled in a very particular way so they’d all fit. You debated just making a display case for all the coffee mugs he’s gotten you, but he might actually just fall over due to how flustered he’d get. It was always the little comments that got to him. Or the pet names, he had a few favorites in particular. While most people called Marcus just “Marc”, he was your Mars bar, your solarflare, your Engi. He joins you at the table once it’s all done, sitting next to you instead of across so he could wrap his arm around your waist, drawing your head to rest on his bare shoulder, having never gotten out of the habit of wearing the same sleeveless turtlenecks. In his defense, you can agree they’re rather comfortable. It showed off how muscular he was, and he would catch you looking while doing yard work, flexing his arms just a little bit more to get that image to stay in your mind. Your coffee was still warm, holding your hands around the mug, keeping your insides cozy as the cool air nipped at the skin on your hands. He notices how cold you are, wrapping his hands around yours silently. “Cold, captain? Can I get you some more coffee? Anything?” He noses at your neck as you move into his lap. He’s warm, cozy, comfortable, just feels like home. How it feels like no matter where you are in the multiverse, that the two of you will make do with whatever. You just need the two of you. “No thank you, I’m okay. This is plenty.” “Let me know what I can do for you, captain. Please? If that changes?” You kiss his forehead, soothing the worries of your husband. He melts a bit, slumped onto your shoulders. “Always, my solarflare. There’s nothing you can do that won’t make me the luckiest person in the universe.” Marcus blushes hard, hiding his face in your neck.

“You’re just saying that…”

“If I was, I wouldn’t have said “I do” at our wedding.”

“Fair enough, captain~”

The following kiss was long and sweet, tasting like all those cups of coffee, all those moments stolen away together, all the chocolate chip cookies you’ve made.

It tasted like home.

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PART 2 PLZZ

A touch of darkness (pt.1)

Summary: Dark convinced himself he must stay as far away from you as possible for your sake. That all changes when you start experiencing feelings you hadn't before.

Pairing: Darkiplier x DA!Reader

Tags: sfw, pining, proximity, general confusion caused by feelings

A/N: This is the first time I posted my writing somewhere. Hope you like it! (there will be more romance in the next part)

Word count: 1.2k

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Damien, who always made sure you knew he was with you by touching you. Holding the small of your back when guiding you places. Putting a hand on your shoulder when you were getting mad at someone. Leaning into your touch when you held him.

But when you showed up at the new ego manor as a reincarnation from the mirror, Dark felt conflicted. You looked like the person he used to hold so frequently it became second nature. Even your soul was the same. But you weren't who you used to be. You didn't remember. At first, he kept a distance from you. Not an obscenely big one just enough to respect your private space.

And after a suspiciously short amount of time, he felt as if he was missing something. He felt an itch of sorts.

He found his eyes wandering to your hands. He wondered what it would be like to hold them. How they would feel compared to his. After thoughts such as these, he would shake his head in hopes that it would keep any similar ones at bay. After all, you were not his anymore.

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You were extremely confused. Any time you stood next to Dark to point out something on his computer, he always moved away even if it was just by an inch. Every time you tapped his shoulder to get his attention, he would stare at your hand for a split second. Even if you accidentally bumped into him, he would visibly freeze. It was official. Dark most probably hated you. Okay, maybe hate was a strong word, but he didn't want to be close to you, that's for sure.

You didn't even know why you minded it. You got plenty of hugs from Wilford and the occasional hand around your shoulder from Illinois, so it's not like you lacked physical contact.

While you were sure he at least tolerated you, he obviously didn't want to spend more time with you than necessary. But, seeing as you two worked together rather often, you were in a rather bad situation. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable. So, you tried not to invade his personal space as much as you could.

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A knock on your already open door disturbed you from your task of tracking down where Mark could possibly be. Not looking up from the screen, you uttered a quiet "Come in". The familiar sound of dress shoes made you tear your eyes away from the computer. Dark stopped just in front of your desk.

"Oh. Hi, Dark."

He didn't usually come into your little corner office. If you could call it an office. You were the one to look for him when you needed something or to share any new discoveries.

"I received complaints about the computers... I worked out the issues with the others already."

"Oh, okay..." You let him join you on the other side of the desk. But before you could leave him your chair, he reached for the computer mouse and put his left hand on the other side. Which meant you were trapped between his arms. Great.

To ease the increasingly awkward atmosphere, you said: "I thought Google fixed problems with computers."

He replied after a couple of seconds. "It's more of an organizational issue. His program doesn't extend to the placement of the files."

You nodded your head. You could feel his shoulder on the back of your head. Whether it was his shoulder or not was only a guess. You've never been this close before. Given his distaste for such closeness, he must have been suffering.

Instead of focusing on your proximity, you opted to look at the monitor. Search by name. Copy. Paste to another folder. Search through already existing folders. Copy. Paste.

You couldn't understand why he insisted on being the one to rearrange the misplaced files when you were perfectly capable of doing so yourself. Granted, he was much faster and more efficient than you would ever be. The room was filled with clicks and your rapid heartbeat. He still hasn't moved from his original position. In fact, it seemed as if he was even closer than in the beginning.

He let out a deep sigh, which you felt on the top of your head. You assumed it was because he couldn't find the file he was looking for. Or you would, have you not been so terribly plagued by thoughts racing in your head.

"There are only a few files left." There was a deep rumble in his voice that you wouldn't have heard if he wasn't so close to you. You weren't used to this. At all. He always made it seem like he wanted to be as physically far away from you as possible, but with the way he stood right now...

You didn't mind it as much as you should have. The lack of distance felt suspiciously comforting even though it was something you weren't used to. It was quite peculiar.

"That should be all of them."

His hand started withdrawing from the mouse, so you turned around to thank him when you froze. His face was mere inches apart from your own. You didn't expect him to be so close. Because of the proximity, you noticed his eyes weren't a deep shade of brown like many of the other inhabitants' of the mansion. They were black like a starless night sky. The color was rather pleasing. For a split second, you could've sworn you saw his eyes flick to your lips. But before you could confirm whether it was actually true, his gaze was back in your eyes. He drew in a sharp breath.

"I... I should go." He shook his head, but you caught him by the hand before he could move any further.

"Wait. This seems familiar." His body went rigid at your words.

"Familiar in what way?"

"I don't know just you, me... us?"

His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Are you doing this? Have you discovered a new power of influencing minds and are testing it out on me?" Your lips spread in a cheeky smile.

"That is ridiculous." He said sharply. "Even if I had that sort of ability, I would never use it on you."

His tone of voice was harsh, but his eyes... Slightly wide, eyebrows furrowed as if he was offended by your accusation, but his eyes held feelings. Fear. Though you were unsure what exactly he was afraid of.

He pulled his hand from yours with surprising gentleness.

He opened his mouth as if to say something but shook his head. "I believe my work here is done."

Fixing his suit jacket lapels, he started making his way to the door.

You stood up abruptly.

"Wait!"

He stopped and turned towards you slowly.

You yourself were confused about your sudden urgency for him to stay. You half expected him to simply shake his head, chastise you for wasting his time, and go wherever he needed to go. But he didn't. He stood there. Waiting.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

You swore something akin to disappointment appeared in his eyes before his look became neutral once again. He nodded his head and left the room.

You sank back in your chair. Why did you just do that? There was a foreign pang in your heart after you heard the door close. With each of his steps turning quieter and quieter, you felt like you were... missing something. You could not figure out what.

But maybe someone else could help.

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Lovesick- Yandere Dr.Iplier/you

Tw's-Needles, drugs, doctors, you are sick(allergies), reader is selfish and ignorant in this one a bit because they go to work and out in public even though they're sick

 You sneezed. Again and again and again. You coughed. Again and again and again. You've been like this for a couple of days now. Sneezing and coughing non-stop. You put off going to the doctors office for far too long. You knew this, but would never admit it. When your best friend offered to take you and even pay the co-pays of whatever medicine could get you better, you declined. You were always the type to put yourself last. This time was no different. You were a master at budgeting and planning- but nowhere in your 6-month financial forecast were you prepared to handle being sick. But going to the doctors office and paying for a prescription? You were scared how much it would cost you. You couldn't risk it. Finally, you were ordered to go to the doctors office. By your boss....She saw you hacking behind your desk. When she asked you,

"Are you okay?"

You involuntarily responded with 4 sneezes in a row. She demanded you go to the doctors and said she wouldn't schedule you until she saw a note stating you were in the clear. And begrudged, you did.

So here you were, with a pile of tissues in the trashcan and a handful of clean ones in your hand.

"(Y/N)!"

The nurse called out. You got up from your chair and followed her to a a private room. She smiled as you took a seat on the bed. Sitting in a rolley chair, she got started on the computer.

"So..."Click,click,click. 

She typed. Wow, that's annoying as hell.

"How long have you been like this?"

You sneezed,"Uhhh....A couple of days."

"Do you remember the exact day?" She asked.

"Ummm....Since Monday." You responded. It was Friday.

The nurse nodded.

"And is it just sneezing and coughing? Is there anything else?"

You shook your head, "Yeah, just sneezing and coughing...."

"Okay....I'll call Dr.Iplier in to take a look at you..."

With that, she left. A creature of habit, you opened Candy Crush. You were on level 135. You were about to beat the level when the door swung open. Not even looking up, you closed the app and shoved your phone in your pocket. You wanted to get out and get back home asap.

"Hello,(y/n)!" Dr.Iplier smiled at you, shutting the door. He took a seat in the rolley chair and looked over his clipboard. He hummed as he read over the papers.

"Hi..."You wheezed out.

"Five days of coughing and sneezing until you came here?" He asked without looking up. You nodded, laughing, "Yeah." 

Another coughing fit. He clicked his tongue in disapproval.

Well, sorry...

"Alright....Well, I believe I'll have to check your throat, ears, and eyes. Just in case there is some sort of infection going on...Wow!"

He looked up at you finally, "You missed your last 2 checkups. What happened? You didn't wanna see me?" He joked. Maybe it was whatever you caught messing with your senses, but it seemed like he doubled down on the entirety of your facial expressions when you replied.

"No...I just have bills. And checkups are expensive...."

"I understand. Truly, I do. I have a good feeling that the cost of adequate medical treatment won't be an issue for you anymore though," a smile played on his lips. You went to ask why, but he just winked- and moved on to checking your eyes.

This part was always the awkwardest for you. Eye-contact was a struggle as it was. But mix that with a suave confident man for a minute? Absolute death.

"Say-"

You already opened your mouth, just wanting to get the appointment over as quickly as possible. And the eye-staring contest. He peered down your throat, telling you there was no redness or anything else alarming. He then checked your ears. A soft giggle left your lips, this part always tickled you. He smiled, then checking your other ear. You could feel his body heat. He put his hand on your shoulder, 'to get a better look' as he explained. You didn't care, as long as it didn't slow the appointment down. Before you were kicked off your parents insurance, you visited him regularly. At-least 6 times a year, usually coming in when a cold or something lasted longer than a couple days. His hand was warm, you noticed, and just as quickly as it was placed on your shoulder, it was gone. Then he checked your eyes.

"Wow...."He murmured, sounding stunned, "Such vibrant color in the irises... I doubt you'd ever need to see a ophthalmologist."

"Now..."He said aloud, putting on a stethoscope, turning to you, "let's check your heartbeat. Make sure everything's good in there."

Dr.Iplier placed the stethoscope on your chest, closing his eyes. He placed his hand next to your right thigh on the bed.  His chest was close to yours and his sleeved arm brushed against your thigh. He told you to take deep breaths, moving the stethoscope, again, and again, giving small smiles each time. He then put the oval shaped metal on your back. You couldn't see his face now, after half a minute, he faced you.

"It looks like you just have some seasonal allergies with a minor cold strain," He informed you, "I can give you an allergy shot and start you on some antibiotics. You should feel better after a couple days."

You sighed,"How..ummm..much would that cost?"

"I understand,(y/n),"He smiled,"I think we had an extra one come in the shipment, no-one will know if it's gone...I'll give you that dose if you promise me one thing!"

You began to sniffle, it was so kind that he was willing to help you out. "Yeah?"

"You'll make your health one of your top priorities again?"

"Deal."

"Alright...I'll go get that needle and vial now. Also, one question before I give you the dose, are you sexually active?"

You shook your head, "No,no. I don't even have a boyfriend."

How strange.

He left the room, smiling ear to ear, seeming happier. Sure, it was an odd question. But you didn't even have the slightest education in this stuff. You turned on candy crush again, finally beating the level with only 1 turn left. You put your phone in your bag once you heard the door swing open again. Dr.Iplier set the needle and vial down on the counter, put on gloves ,and got a disinfecting wipe. You rolled up your sleeve so he could disinfect the area on your upper arm. He got the needle ready, asking softly,

"Do you want me to count you down?" His umber eyes were honest.

You shook your head, "No, thanks. Just get it over with, please."

He shrugged," Alright..."

You hissed as the needle entered your arm. The slow, steady flow of the allergy medicine entered your blood stream. You held your breath and then realized he was holding your hand, giving it squeezes. It was distracting you. But what distracted you the most was the way his hand felt. Warm, and almost clammy. What was he nervous about? You were the one getting the shot. The needle left your arm. But his hand held yours a bit longer, but then left. You started to get ready to leave, but he placed a hand on your shoulder.

Stop moving and listen.

"You might be dizzy and unsteady for a few minutes, my dear..."Dr.Iplier informed you.

"Oh, sorry..."You sheepishly laughed.

"It's alright, just stay here for a couple minutes until the effects kick in..."He told you. He left, telling you he was getting the paperwork. You turned to your phone to play the addictive sweet game again, but you decided against it. It'd probably only take a few minutes for him to return. You checked the clock, one minute had passed. Then two minutes. Then 3...And with each passing minute you felt dizzier. 

So dizzy...Was it supposed to be like this?

You laughed quietly, it was just the side effects. It had to be. You glanced at the clock. 5 minutes. By now, you couldn't even stand up. You called out his name softly, not being able to say it any louder than a whisper. You called it again, but quieter this time. After about 10 minutes, he came back, closing the door. Your eyes said it all. Watering, begging him to end the confusion and give a reason why your body was so slow.

"Dr.Iplier?" You whispered shakily. Dr.Iplier pushed you gently down on the bed, looking at your concerned face. He smiled, lifting up a hand to run your side.

"Sweet Y/N, I'm taking you home today. Last names are too formal for this special occasion. Please, call me Edward," He requested. 

You were confused, having a strong urge to run.

Escape

"I've been sick too..."He continued. You stayed quiet, trying to stay aware of your surroundings.

"I've been lovesick, Darling." He trailed off, planting his hands on both sides of you, his chest just above yours. His eyes were filled with pure admiration staring into yours. Your eyes began to close and you let out a whine.

"None of that, Sweetheart... You're the safest you have ever been before and ever will be..." He checked the clock on the wall.

"I'll make sure you never ever get sick again, my dear...."He promised you, turning back to look at your tired face, "Even if I have to bathe you every day, even if I have to give you a shot everyday, even if I have to make sure-"

He trailed a hand over inner arm, where your veins lied,

"-you take your vitamins and medicine everyday."

Obsessive

He kissed your cheek as you drifted off into unconsciousness, his breath feeling like acid on your face,

"And I'll make sure to love you....everyday."

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It took a lot to make you upset. Didn’t mean it couldn’t happen it just took a bit in certain situations. Playing the third wheel time and time again wasn’t something you were fond of. Why didn’t you invite your boyfriend on this trip again? Oh right bonding time with friends… That’s working out great.

With a disheartening sight you picked up your phone and texted Wilford, asking him how he was doing. Saying that you wished you had let him come like he wanted to.

As soon as the message was sent, you felt a pair of warm hands cover your eyes from behind. A familiar voice softly speaking in your ear, “Your wish is my command.”

You quickly jerked away and whipped around to see a very excited Wilford who was practically bursting at the seams. He opened up his arms with a bright smile. “Will!” You shouted in joy, jumping forward into the very arms that now held you. He swiftly scooped you up and spun circles in a playful manner.

“Sugarpie!” His voice was overflowing with happiness and love at that moment. Finally setting you down but refusing to let you go for any reason.

Guess he was here now and here to stay until you got back home. Isn’t that sweet?

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Yandere! Wilford Warfstache

Hello! This is a commission from my good friend @nerdqueenkat​. I haven’t written anything for egos in a while so I hope this turned out okay! 

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Actor time

I did an art challenge where I would generate a color palette from the following old drawing of Actor I made over a year ago, turn a grayscale filter on my pc on and draw with only the values and dun dun dun, it’s lookin’, alright.

This was super fun and I learned a lot about shadows!!!

#this artstyle is so adorable ♡ #markiplier #markiplier fanart #actor mark #wkm

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“After all This Time.” The Actor thought, hearing the familiar voice, but what he was met with, was that of a ghoul of the formerly known Author; as he was now The Host of this story, the only protagonist to actually take a swing where the other’s could not dare to hit.

“Long time, NO SEE :]” His range was clear, and he swung without a second guess.

Thwack— and a splurge of gunk later— went the Actor’s head, clean off.

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I saw , read and felt the pain when I read the fanfic you wrote… if I may request, do more— <3 but this time with Wilford and y/n i love me an angst :3

I could try, I’m not really good with angst since I don’t know how it feels!

STORY: WILFORD COMFORTS Y/N WHILE THEY HAVE A PANIC ATTACK IN PUBLIC

You and Wilford were strolling through the mall, he insisted on bringing you with him on his search for a new bow tie. You and him have been together for a while now and got very close in a short amount of time, you loved how goofy and happy he always was. Wilford loved you too, very dearly. He loved the way you laughed at his jokes and how you always were yourself, even in the most weird times.

He was currently holding your hand, swinging it around happily while humming. “Thank you dearest, you always have such a good taste in clothing.” he said as he looked at the small bag that was hanging in his other hand, he depended on you for most of the time. “Well Wilford, you have a pretty good taste yourself! I don’t even know why you brought me here.” you smiled up at him, which he returned. “Well it’s been a long time since we did something fun.” he noted, which you nodded to. “But every day is fun with you.” you said sweetly, causing him to chuckle. “Cutie” he mumbled, kissing your head quickly.

After a while of walking with him it felt like the mall became more and more crowded, some people even bumping into you. Wilford didn’t mind people bumping into him but you on the other hand wasn’t really comfortable with it, beginning to sweat slightly. You could feel yourself getting a bit dizzy and your heart began raising a bit. You looked up at Wilford and wanted to tell him you wanted to go home, but nothing came out. Sadly Wilford didn’t notice your struggle yet, looking at other shops and being deeply in thoughts. The noises around you became louder and louder and your view became crowded as more and more people came in your bubble. It started to feel like a bad dream and you almost felt like fainting, wanting to cry. Your chest felt heavy, like someone was pressing on it harshly and it made you incapable of breathing.

You suddenly gasped for air as you tugged on Wilfords arm, panting heavily as you couldn’t explain to him what was happening. Luckily he knew what was going on and quickly dragged you away from the crowd, going into an empty shop. He kneeled in front of you and cupped your cheek, looking into your eyes. “Breathe darling.” he said softly, rubbing your chest soothingly. “Breathe with me, here look.“ he said, slowly breathing in and out, wanting you to copy him. You did so but your body began shaking, you squeezed his hand and closed your eyes. “I-I-“ you mumbled, but Wilford interrupted you. “Y/n… look at me” Wilford said sternly yet softly. “Breathe with me, in with your nose and out with your mouth.” he said, doing so himself. You copied him and slightly calmed down, which he smiled to. “There were go baby… you’re doing great” he said, taking a slight step back to give you some more space. “Keep going, I’m here with you.” He spoke, rubbing your back gently.

After ten minutes of breathing you were finally calm again, being latched onto Wilford. “Are you okay darling?” He asked, his arms wrapped around you. You nodded softly, your face being buried in his chest. “Yes… thank you.” You spoke softly, your voice being muffled by his clothes. He stroked your hair softly and nodded, slowly letting go of you. “I think it’s time to go home then, let’s go.” he said, offering his hand to you. You gladly took it and nodded, smiling a bit. He looked down at you and hummed. “So… what would you like to eat for dinner tonight?” He asked while stepping into public with you, keeping you busy with a topic to talk about so it didn’t happen again. “I don’t know… I like everything to be honest.” you said, focussing yourself on his voice. Wilford chuckled and nodded, rubbing your hand with his thumb. “Indeed you do, what about tacos hm?” He asked, walking out of the mall with you. Luckily he always knew what to do, and that’s why you loved him so much.

#Gosh i love Willford #wilford warfstach x reader #willford warfstache #wilford x reader #willford Warfstache x reader

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Do u ever wonder what Anti said to Chase after the (Hello) ?

#iris project #iris project meme #iris jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye iris #antisepticeye #antisepticeye meme #chase brody #jacksepticeye memes #jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye #im so funny

[milizworld]

behind the scenes with Anti and Chase:

Today I decided to be funny

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #iris jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye iris #jacksepticeye memes #antisepticeye #chase brody #iris project #iris project meme

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The only good politician in this world (i don’t care about the canon, he is perfect to me)

I love people who reblog stuff

@markiplier

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Helmet Hijinks (part 1)

Curiosity killed the cat but god damn it that helmet is coming off the captains head.

(Reblogs support artists more than likes)

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Can I also have prompt #s 2, 3, & 45 w/ Dark?

Office hours

(Darkiplier X reader)

Prompts:

#45 “I think I’m in love with you.”

#3 “Could this even work between us…?”

#2 “You are quite interesting.”

Summary: after living at the manor for so long, the Ego's are very fond of your presence, In fact, if you were to leave it probably would be a bad idea. Luckily, Dark has something in mind that might make you stay.

Tags: hints of angst, mostly just tension.

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Night glimmers in the sky overhead. A time in which mortals sleep through it's dark beauty, completely unaware of those that use it as their time to thrive. The dangers that lurk in the shadows and the old ghosts that stake their lives in a mansion of echoes. Tonight, the Iplier Manor is quiet. The egos are at ease, for now. Host is shut in his room, his typewriter filling the air. Dr.iplier is busy with Illinois, he's been sick all week. Engineer is visiting New York. Yancy is at work, being the only one who can sustain a job other than yourself. Noir is out doing detective work.

After 'In Space With Markiplier' the egos have been slowly returning to normal. At least as normal as it can get considering who else lives within these walls. It's never a boring day when Wilford's around. It definitely special when Dark makes an appearance. 'It's rare to catch him out of his office' everyone says. Your encounters with the monochrome demon definitely isn't rare. He frequents your path often. Occasionally he even stops to talk to you usually asking about your day. Quite contrary to the regal, uptight, and powerful person people say he is. He's sweet, soft-spoken, and polite with you. He's much of a shut in, however, his office door never being open. You can always here muffled music coming from inside. It's not hard rock, in fact, it's more classical than anything and not Beethoven.

Tonight, as you push open your bedroom door and step out into the dimly lit hall, your met with the floor lit up next to your room. Originally you were stationed next to his office to keep you in check. They never moved you. Softly shutting the door, you peek over at the source of light. Strangely enough, his music is louder and more clear than usual. Finally seeing the door, your breath hitches at the sight. Light spills across the wooden floor from his office. His music swims through the manor, pulling your closer. Such a secretive and quiet man leaving his cavern open for anyone to see.

Deep and smooth humming enters your ears tempting you to peek into his office. Your teeth bite your lip so hard it feels as through blood could spill at any moment. It's like you've committed a crime just by letting the thought enter your head, yet, his humming lures your forward. Placing a hand against the wall to steady yourself you ease forward. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you creep closer and closer to seeing him. Inside is lavish, there's a shelf of records along with a record player in the corner. The walls are lined with questionable paintings, each reminds you of his true grim nature. Shivers lip at your spine. Hanging from a coat hanger is his dark grey blazer. Your breath hitches in your throat, the image of him without his full outfit makes you wonder just when he looks like. Relaxed, without the pressure of being so high-standing and important. The thought of him leaned back in his chair, his feet propped up on the desk with the tie around his neck loosened and the first few buttons of his shirt exposing his toned chest.

Heat gathers in your face as you spot the edge of his desk. It's clean polished oak and It's dark finish indicating it's rather expensive with it's intricate details. On top of it's smooth finish is a small lamp, the only light source in the room. There's a small stack of books from Host's library on the edge. Each page is worn from the outside edges, Host is always complaining about how hard it is to collect paper books in good condition. Realizing the humming stopped, you suck in a breath. There's no other noises over the music, none that you can hear.

"You are quite interesting." Dark says from behind you. A shiver rides up your spine as you cover your mouth with your hands. Your eyes are open wide and your breathing is scarce as you turn around. His cologne fills your smell as you lay your eyes on him. He stands with his hands in his pant pockets. His tie is nowhere to be seen and the top few buttons of his shirt are undone. Tonight, he's very loose. His seemingly up tight demeanor melted away.

"Spying on me?" He asks. Your heart pounds in your ears as you lower your hands, waving them defensively. "No, this. I'm..this isn't what it looks like. I swear." You stammer. Dark raises a thick brow. His stern glare makes you sweat, your hands plucking helplessly at the end on your shirt. He's looking you up and down as if you inspect you. Abruptly, he cuts the silence with a knife. A low, deep, laugh falling from his lips. His shoulders shake with heavy laugh, his eyes are closed and you can see what looks like a hint of red on his grey complexion. "You should see you face." He says after he's calmed from his fit.

Hot and ashamed, you look away. Your eyes glue themselves to the floor. Nervously rubbing your hands together you hum. As if your soul and willpower we're crushed in the safe go, you feel deflated and powerless against him. A cold hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at Dark. "I'm only joking dear,"--his hand falls from your face and moves to open the door--"come in. I wouldn't mind a companion right now." He offers.

Pushing the burning feeling in your chest away, you nod in agreement. Dark's ice cold gaze is suddenly warm as he smiles at you, welcoming you into his office. The overly warm actions leave you confused, the cold grip of his hand on your face still lingering even as you touch it in awe. Pushing open the door he gestures for you to step in. As you do, he closes the door behind him. Stepping around you, Dark smiles. You look around is surprise. His office is mostly wood themed with it's occasional splash of red here and there. It's much smaller than expected, but it's comfy. With the books and records lining the walls, you feel relaxation wash over you.

"It took a lot of work to make it mine." He says. There's a glee in his eyes as he smiles up at you from where he sits in his chair. His feet are propped on on the desk and his hands are neatly folded over his abdomen. There's small wrinkles in the edges of his eyes from smiling at you; it's just uncanny. Lifting a hand he points to one to two chairs in front of his desk. "Have a seat, get comfy. I won't bite." His eyes glimmer as you settle into the small, red, plush cushion. Something about him seems overly delighted to have you here. Coincidentally, part of you is over the moon that he wants you here. Being in the same room with his is electrifying for Christ sake. In a way it's forbidden, or it feels that way. A human and a demon, it's unheard of.

"if you'd like to leave it won't make me upset you know." Dark says softly. Distracted, you raise your brows. Being unaware of how uncomfortable you look it's hard to understand why he would offer that to you. "No. It's fine,"--sucking in a breath, you roll the words around in your head--"don't want to go anyway." Dark watches you intently and nods his head in response. "Oh, of course. I'm glad." Taking his feet from the desk, he sits up and scoots forward to rest his elbows on the desk. "I was going to come and get you earlier but you came to me." He admits.

Confused, you furrow your brows. "You were?" There could be any number of reasons why. Maybe an update, a report, an approval of trust, yet the answer is so unclear. And for the first time, Dark begins to fidget. Picking at one of the buttons on his shirt, he hums. A distant look falls over him, it hard to decipher what this means. You don't know him well enough. The others say he has outburst when you step the wrong way, it's best to keep your distance yet he pulls you in closer. Looking from behind you his eyes finally meet yours.

"You've been an amazing addition to mine and the Ego's lives. Everyone and I agree that you're worthy of staying with us for however long you'd like." His mouth is agape as he he looks down at some of the scattered papers on his desk, his fingernail traces the words. "What I'm saying is that, we- I want you to stay with us. You're a very loved person in this household and I believe that everyone benefits from having you around. I mean- you ground Wilford in his episodes, take car of Host's eyes, explore with Illinois when no one else will, go kereoke with Yancy when he goes out. Long story short, you're perfect for us...for me. It's a lot, I know. But you should stay."

Warmth floods your chest as you watch him nervously look away. It's hard to believe you hardly help anyone in the house with how crazy everyone is, so to be told you're this fix is pretty weighing and amazing all at once. It's hard to keep the warm tears from spilling down your face. Looking up and seeing you crying, Dark disappears from vision. Seconds later he appears by your side, his cold hands grasping yours as he looks at you with worry. "Did I upset you. I'm very sorry, maybe I shouldn't have said any-" you butt in with a grin. "Are you kidding me? Of course you should have said that. You made my night." Lifting a free hand, you wide the tears from your face. "It's a bit hard to process but that means so much to me." You explain.

Dark's shoulders relax from where he kneels on the floor beside the chair. Relief floods his eyes as he smiles brightly. "Thank goodness." He sighs. "I thought I said something wrong."

You snort. "No, you're too sweet for that"

His mouth falls agape as the smile on his lips fades and the spark in his eyes inspires deep thought. Looking from your smiling face to you tender fingers, he feels monstrous compared to you. His large, rough hands practically swallow your hands whole. Even though he could break you anytime he wanted you lean forward, beckoning him towards you. Now within arms reach, you engulf him in a hug. The low ringing that surrounds him fills you with warmth and makes you smile. "Thank you for letting me even stay here to begin with." You say. Dark swallows harshly while you hug him. Just the touch of you against him has his heart doing thing he didn't know it could do.

Realizing just how much of a fool you're making of yourself, you sit up straight leaving Dark cold and yearning for more. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me." Lifting a hand you wipe the tears from your face. The burning heat in your cheeks is becoming unbearable and it doesn't help that Dark hasn't moved or looked away from you.

Looking down at him with worry, you wave a hand in front of his face. "You okay?" You ask. "I didn't make you mad did I?"

Consumed by the feeling of your arms wrapped around him, Dark slowly rose to his feet. He towers over you, being at his true height in this realm unlike his limited body in the living dimension. He's a giant compared to you. Dark knows that, part of him feels as if he'd break you without trying to. You look so fragile in his mind, you don't want to be with someone as dangerous as him. Even if you did... "...could this even work between us?"

"Dark. Are you okay?" You ask. "What wouldn't work between us?" Even though you don't have an answer, the idea of what it could be excites you. For a powerful man like himself to be interested in a regular human would be impossible. Yet you continue to wish hopelessly.

"Pardon me Dear, did I speak such atrocities outloud?" Dark asks. You stare up at him, your mouth agape in awe as you nod reluctantly. He seems distraught by this knowledge. His eyes dart around wildly, his breathing frigid as he looks back at you. Suddenly his mouth feels dry from admitting to such feelings outloud. Taking a deep breath, Dark closes his eyes leaving himself completely vulnerable. There's no better time to admit the truth than now, but the fear of ruining what already exists holds him hostage.

"Is everything okay?" You ask. Looking down at you, his heart begins to beat wildly in his ears. His throat feels closed and breathing is labored. Looking up at him, you're slowly pierced by a pulsating of energy. High-pitched whines fill your ears making you cringe and squirm uncomfortably. It's painful to be surrounded by these feelings and sounds. "Dark." He raises his finger to hush you. "No, let me speak." Surprised and shook, you press your lips tightly together and tap your fingers against the chair.

As Dark takes another deep breath, the high-pitched whine begins to fade and the energy backs away from your phyche. Finally able to breath, you sigh and sink back into the chair. Exhaling, Dark opens his eyes. The darkness inside them is trained on you as he opens them.

"I think, I'm in love with you." Dark says.

The music playing on the record feels deafening not that he's quiet. It almost feels like your not breathing. Your heart pounding in your ears and your stomach churning leaves you without words. For the last little bit of time at the Manor, Dark was just a secret crush. It wasn't supposed to be anything serious, he wasn't supposed to like you back. Dark bites his tongue as he waits for you to answer. Like a deer in headlights, you're frozen. He's starting to internally freak, the thoughts of you standing and walking away or yelling at him beginning to intrude his mind; until your tiny voice breaks through.

"You do?" You look up at him like a fawn, so innocent and precious. A completely clueless lamb right in the butchers hands. Swallowing hard, Dark nods.

"Yes." He shifts. "If you don't feel the same-" you cut him off. "I do." It's so nonchalant. You tried so hard to make some sore of tone come out of that but the shock wouldn't allow it. "Why so silent?" Dark kneels before you, his hands finding theirs way to yours. He feels like he should be jumping for joy right now yet confusion strikes his heart. Your words don't yet match your face. "I'm just surprised, it was only a crush. I didn't think you liked me back." You explain as you smile softly at the man. "This is a lot to take in at once. If you would, can I have a moment?"

Dark stands quickly and backs away from where you sit. The conflict in his head is hard to keep to himself as he keeps up the dapper appearance. Walking to the door he opens it for you. Turning and looking back, you sigh. Standing, you walk towards the door casting a glance at dark at you do so. He seems let down. "I'll be back. I just need a minute." Giving him a reassuring smile you exit the office and return to your room.

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A Comforting Hand

Characters: Wilford Warfstache, GN!Reader

Word Count: 632

Spicy Rating: Just some good Wilf comfort, as requested (and as a treat) for someone on Discord!

"What's the matter there, gumdrop?"

Disco-loving, self-described hard-hitting journalist, and all around general force of nature that was named one Wilford Warfstache looked down at you, his head tilted to the side like a confused dog. He was normally uncaring about who got caught up in the crossfire of his shenanigans...until it came to his crew. He treated his crew well, better than anything out there you were aware of. Maybe it could be chalked up to the fear of his producer, who was the only person you knew of who could truly reign him in, maybe it was a soft side he never really revealed to his guests.

It didn't matter too much in this moment, as he crouched down next to you, where you had been sitting on the floor, your knees drawn to your chest, arms wrapped tight around them to provide a small sense of security.

"It's...I'm fine," you tried to say, your smile far too weak for even the most gullible person to believe. Wilford frowned, shaking his head.

"None of that now. Ol' Wilfy isn't going to judge you for anything you say. I've seen, heard, and done it all at this point. Now, out with it."

You frowned, more to yourself than anything else as you tried to find the words. Wilford gently pulled one of your hands away from where it had been, warming it between his callused fingers. He gently pressed his thumb against the back of your hand, rubbing small soothing circles in place there. You focused on that, on taking in the details of his hands that you hadn't been able to before.

There were many scars there, amongst the calluses along his fingers and palms. Some were thin, likely from one of the many knives he carried. Some were older and dark with age, possibly burns. A few had tell-tale puckered notes, likely old stitches. Despite the layered, aged injuries, his touch was gentle and caring.

It let you take a breath, and speak about what was troubling you.

Today's had just been a matter of mishap after mishap that left you feeling poorly. There was a faint thread of anxiety that had tangled into a larger, coiling knot until it threatened to swallow you whole. You had tried to push it all down, determined to finish your work first, until one tiny thing had become the straw that broke the camel's back, and you weren't doing great. Honestly, until he had found you, you had cried so hard that you were dehydrated and unable to cry more.

As you spoke, he sidled in next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in tight. His arms became an anchor, a solid grounding force for you.

"Do you want some words of wisdom, or you just needed to voice this all?"

"I...I feel better just saying it, but...if you have something to say...?"

"You, gumdrop, are much better than your anxiety tells you. I've known plenty of terrible people out there, and I'm sure some out there say I am too. But you? No, not you. This is just a bad day, and we all get those, no matter how terrible it feels. Any time things start getting too tough for you to handle alone, you come find me. I'll give you a big hug and we can face it down together. How's that sound?"

"I don't want to be a bother..."

"Nonsense! Never a bother. If you don't come find me, I'll come find you. That's a promise. Or a threat. Maybe both. Probably both. Ah, no matter. What matters is, you're not alone. I'm here with you." You smiled, barely nodding. "Right! Now let's get you hydrated again, can't have my favorite assistant being dehydrated!"

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Goblet

Cup god real? Cup god real. Except it’s sweeter, and less fuckery. Maybe. I don’t know. Apologies for the break, I do not control the rate in which my body heals.

God of Night x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 833

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