#darkiplier drabble

[otterlyinluv]

Dark is just a little black cat.

A void with eyes if you will.

Sometimes, you see a vaguely upset shadow on your wall, and because you know the drill by now, you simply reach your arms out.

A few seconds pass.

The shadows stir.

Then, Dark is in your arms, his face in your shoulder. The only thing visible from him is the tuft of black hair and his red-blue aura. Its faint buzz is the only sound in the room as you let him rest.

With the way he's pressed against you, you can literally feel his chest rise and fall ever so slightly slower. Calmer. Maybe even relaxed.

If Dark really was a cat, he would curl up in your lap and start purring.

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I saw a post about black cats and thought of the grumpiest one of them all

[cooler-ian]

"He got that dog in him"

The dog in him:

[septic-dr-schneep]

How a Seer could be so oblivious to his own state, Dark would never know. The Host hadn’t taken any time to examine himself before greeting him with a squeeze to the shoulder, leaving inky, bloody smudges on his crisp white suit jacket.

If the Host felt the tendrils of his aura writhing irritably, he didn’t flinch. “Dark will borrow the Host’s coat then,” he announced, a certainty more than an offer, “to maintain his dignity until his property has been returned clean.”

He’d never seen the Host in formal wear, much less in white, Dark realized only after the outerwear exchanged hands. He must have sensed Dark’s surprise, as he smiled slightly, turning this way and that to show it off.

“How does he look?” he prompted, smoothing his hands over the sleek lower panels (creating further smudges, naturally.)

White, red and gold…Bright? Elegant? Timeless?

“It suits you.”

[severeddreamz]

Until The Party.

chapter 1 sneak peak: 8 days until the party.

cws/tws: blood, hanahaki, self hatred (?)

(can you tell this is my first time submitting fanfiction to the site,,,)

word count: 774

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Pure rage.

Pure Agony.

That’s all that surged through Dark’s veins.

He was filled with disgusting agony, and he was so angry with himself.

How could he let his emotions see the light of day again? He swore to himself he would never let that happen again, and yet, he did.

He looked at himself in the mirror, tears swelling in his eyes. Blood and spit smeared around his lips, staining his beard. A few seeds and petals stuck to his mouth. It felt disturbing against his face, but he couldn’t be bothered to remove it. The numb, agonizing feeling in his arms made it hard for him to want to move them. It was like any movement would make his skin feel thick and heavy against his bones. It was a gross sensation.

Dark’s dull, exhausted eyes began to trail around the room instead of his body. The black, elegant frame of the mirror, the marble counter, the gray, blood-stained floors. Blood. It was hard to try to take his mind off what had just happened when the whole room had evidence of it. The monochrome demon glanced at the gory, white and pink petals that acted like boats on top of the blood he had spit out.

How could he let himself fall in love with him? He was supposed to be a cold, powerful being. He wasn’t supposed to feel these emotions. He felt his face get wet. Fuck, now he was crying. Why was he crying? Slowly, he lifted his hands up to wipe the tears away, the uncomfortable feeling in his arms bouncing back and forth in his skin. It felt so awful. He just wanted to lie down and pray for this to go away, but he knew damn well this wouldn’t just go away in the morning. This would keep growing worse and worse until he died. Why did he have to fall back in love with him? The demon sniffled, his chest stuttering as his breath went shaky and heavy.

The sound of the air from the vent rushing into the room startled him, causing him to flinch. Flinching. He flinched. Fear. He wasn’t allowed to feel that. He wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be pow-

“Darkk?? Hellooo?!”

A peppy voice called out from behind the bathroom door, interrupting his thoughts. A soft, candy-like smell wafted in the air. That was always the sign of who was at the door.

Wilford.

The demon glanced over at the closed door, eyes widening. Quickly, he reached for a towel to wash off the blood and saliva from his face and floor. He had to get rid of any evidence as possible.

“What is it, Wilford?”

He asked, trying to keep his voice steady, wanting to avoid sounding weak. The demon didn’t want to cause Wilford to worry about him. He hated it when people worried about him. It felt unnecessary. He peeled off the petals from his face and shoved them into his pants’ pocket and kneeled to the floor to try and remove the mess.

“Oh, well, we haven’t seen you since the afternoon, and it’s already almost midnight!”

Dark held back a sigh, biting his tongue. He squeezed his eyes shut, clutching the towel tighter. Every urge to just demand him to leave bubbled in his chest.

“I’m perfectly fine. There’s no need to worry about me.”

He assured with slight urgency in his voice. He picked up the remaining petals, placed them in his pocket, and threw the bloodied towel into the hamper that rested right next to the sink. He arranged a few clothes and towels to bury it. His hands began to shake slightly, a tight, twisting feeling within his chest springing to life. The demon had no idea what was going on with him. What was his body reacting like this? He hated it.

“Are you sure? You sound a little off!”

Dark bit back a sharp remark. He couldn’t reveal to the man on the other side of the door that he wasn’t alright.

“Wilford, please. I’m completely okay.”

An annoyed sigh came from the other side of the door. Dark could hear the man lean against the door, the new weight pressing the closed door as far as it could go.

“..Will you at least pay a visit downstairs? We’re worried abo-“

“I’M. FINE. WILFORD.”

Silence filled the air. For what felt like hours, yet was only about a minute, the two didn’t speak to each other. Wilford eventually was the first to speak up.

“…We’ll be downstairs if you’d like to join us.”

“..Alright.”

[yuckie-obsessive]

Did You Miss Me?

Remembered ADWM when Dark says, “Did you miss me? I missed you- very much.” And now I wanna make a drabble on it.

Maybe a little variation on what happens in ADWM. Thinking of making a new HC where he can’t touch you unless you give him permission or initiate it first. Of course he can ask for it or give vague gestures in hopes you will accept him.

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral)

Set up: essentially the same intro as ADWM, but a little more intimate. Sfw only tho

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You had become extremely disoriented from the rough switch in atmosphere. The ringing that echoed within your mind was not helping either. Your date was no where to be found and neither was the stage.

“Hello, darling.” A disembodied voice greeted. Then a monochrome figure appeared in front of you, though it was difficult to keep eyes on him when he was surrounded by blue and red doubles.

He straightened at your distress and the visual glitching subsided slightly.

He cleared his throat, “I missed you, dear. It’s been quite some time wouldn’t you say?” He took a step forward, extending a hand, only for you to take a step back in confusion. He clenched his hand and let it fall.

“My apologies, this must seem rather forward. Though I must admit,” his jaw clenched, “I’ve grown tired of this perpetual game we’ve been forced to play.”

He straightened his already perfect suit and sighed, “It doesn’t matter… surely you must be aware of this cycle by now?”

You had felt rather caught off by the consistent, repetitive actions you had been forced to perform. You slowly nodded.

“Then let me further enlighten you,” he waved his hand to summon different visions of your adventure so far, even things that have yet to occur. “You must understand this was all his plan (y/n). I have simply disrupted this game, if only momentarily.”

“How did you-“

“This isn’t our first encounter. We have met many times in the past.” His expression shifted, but returned so quickly that you thought you imagined it. “It was brought to my attention that he decided to drag you along once again. A shame he continuously removes your memories of his games… our little meetings. Manipulating the plot to suit his needs,” his sudden harsh tone and odd shattered reflection startled you. He took a breath so steady himself and moved closer, now towering over you. “I can take you from this wretched cycle… to show you what we had together,” once again, he offered his hand.

“Please, (y/n)…” His voice grew strained, “Let me in... Let me be everything you need,” his head tilted to whisper softly into your ear. Dangerously close yet still refraining from contact.

You looked to his hand and cautiously moved to take it, but hesitated.

“I promise you this, your every need will be met. Your heart’s desires fulfilled�� Let me protect you now where I couldn’t before. Let me amend my mistakes…”

You felt a great sadness from his words. Letting your naive trust get the better of you, your hand lightly accepted his.

The moment your hands connected, he rushed to embrace you causing you to gasp. He buried his face into your neck, reciting apologies and promises of loyalty. The air grew lighter, and for the first time since you could ever remember, you felt lucid.

He removed himself and held your shoulders. His smile filled you with warmth.

“Let’s catch up, old friend.”

[gaymingwriter]

Valentine’s Day Headcanon/Drabbles

I’m very slow with requests but I’m currently working on them! I just wanted to write something for Valentine’s Day. Also I don’t usually write Date Mark but since it’s Valentine’s Day I think it fits

Characters in Order: Darkiplier, Damien, Googleplier, Date Mark, Illinois, Eric Derekson, Jameson Jackson

Category: Fluff

Pronouns: They/Them, not used directly

Warnings: Writer’s favorites are obvious, swearing, somewhat spicy reference in Illinois’s but it’s not much

Darkiplier

- This is one of the only holidays he actually plans for and looks forward to

- He actually takes the day off for once to spend time with you

- Would wake you up with your favorite breakfast in bed

- After you’re done eating he cuddles you for a while

- Then he takes you shopping. He’ll buy you pretty much anything you want

- (He’d think it’s really sweet if you got him something too though, so you should do that. It doesn’t have to be expensive)

- Takes you to your favorite restaurant for lunch

- Y’all go for a walk and go to the library/zoo/aquarium (or whatever you prefer)

- He takes you to a fancy restaurant for dinner

- Y’all cuddle and watch movies when you get home <3

Damien

- Y’all stay in for the most part

- Cuddling and movies all day

- He got you flowers and a small gift

- He’d be happy with anything you got him <3

- Makes breakfast and lunch for you

- (Though he will love it if you both cooked together)

- Took you to a nice restaurant for dinner

Googleplier

- He didn’t really understand Valentine’s Day?

- He does his research though

- Goes probably too hard with it

- Ends up planning way too much

- When he wakes you up, he excitedly tells you about everything he planned

- …you very gently let him know that all of his plans would be incredibly stressful

- He’s a little sad at first, but he doesn’t want to stress you out, so he changes his plans to be a couple things

- You get each other some gifts

- You go out to your favorite restaurant for lunch

- Y’all spend the rest of the day cuddling

- Takeout for dinner

- He’s honestly really flustered the whole time

- Even if it isn’t exactly as he planned, he’s still really happy with how everything went <3

Date Mark

- This fucker lives for Valentine’s Day

- The whole speech he gave during ISWM about all the things he planned for the date?

- Yeah, since that didn’t happen, he saved it for today

- He’s actually a real sweetheart when Actor isn’t using him as a character

- Gets you a bouquet of roses, a teddy bear, a box of your favorite kind of chocolate, one of those heart lockets with a picture of both of you in it, and a little heart that he knitted for you

- He sobs of joy and appreciation when you get him something, no matter how small it is

- He takes you to dinner, the fair, and a movie

- And you both hold hands <33

- Y’all binge watch shows and cuddle for the rest of the night

Illinois

- He may be a flirty bastard

- That’s it that’s the sentence

- He does plan an adventure for the day!

- …y’all don’t really leave bed for a while though

- Most of it is cuddling!

- He ends up just taking you to the zoo or aquarium

- He almost cries in public when you get him a gift at the gift shop

- Dinner at the zoo/aquarium food court isn’t the most glamorous, but it was perfect for both of you

- Afterwards you watch cheesy romantic movies until you fall asleep

Eric Derekson

- He made plans! He’s just incredibly nervous to tell you!

- For this reason, you made sure he knew that you’d prioritize any plans he had, but you still had your own ideas

- He shyly brought up that he wanted to have a picnic

- You loved the idea, and your lunch was spent on a blanket in the park <3

- You got him a gift and it made him feel so loved it was great

- He got you some flowers and something you’d had on a gift wishlist

- He was so afraid you wouldn’t like it but he was reassured when you hugged him

- The rest of the day was just the two of you being sweet and romantic with each other

Jameson Jackson

- Gentleman of the year, honestly

- He crocheted some hearts and a little plushie for you

- Turned on some music and danced with you for a while <3

- He made you breakfast, and you make him lunch

- Y’all watched some of yours and his favorite movies for a while

- You gave him some flowers and chocolates

- He loves the classic gifts <3

- You order from y’all’s favorite restaurant for dinner

- The rest of the night is spent chatting and watching movies

[leighsartworks216]

Markiplier Egos Masterlist

I have too many links on my main masterlist lol

Main Masterlist

AO3

Request Rules

Tag List Form

The Host

Please Stay - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, lots of blood, wound descriptions, implied self-h*rm, awkwardness, just sorta the beginning stages of a crush so it's really cute

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Help - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, depression, intrusive thoughts

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Friendship - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Cuddles - The Host x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, awkwardness

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“Did you sleep well?” Headcanons - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Wilford Warfstache

Blanket Thief - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

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Scary Movie Night - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: broken glass, panic attack, swearing, hurt/comfort but mostly fluff

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Wilf Welcoming You Back Home Headcanons - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of food and drink

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Yancy

Pet - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, reader is angy, bad accents

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Parole - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: cat

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My Handsome Guy - trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria (not explicit), Yancy calls you “doll” in a gender neutral way, period stuff

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Breakfast - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, slight paranoia (?), slight abandonment issues

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Star-gazing - Yancy x gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: none

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Solitary - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack, claustrophobia, swearing, hurt/comfort

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Hyperfixations - Yancy x autistic!gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: slight swearing???, fluff

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Darkiplier

Just a Little Dark Drabble - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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A Thousand Awful Days - Dark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria, swearing, fluff

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Overwhelmed - Part 2 - Dark x (implied) autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: overstimulation/sensory overload, being nonverbal, zoning out, swearing, can be read as platonic

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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Grief - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: grieving, depression, loss of a pet

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Period Pains - Dark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: talk of period stuff that may cause dysphoria

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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

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Birthday Wishes - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: mentions of purgatory, fire/matches and a knife

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Dark Drabble - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: none

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Just A Child - Dark & teenage!gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Actor is a creep (implied), hurt/comfort themes

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Panic Attack Comfort Headcanons - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack (obvi), mostly fluff

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Pretty Boy - King!Dark x masc!reader

Warnings: things get a little spicy 😳

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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

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Papers (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

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Illinois

Of Cowboys, Cave Ins, and Crushes - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: being trapped in a small area, death, minor injuries that are not explicitly described

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Partner - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Free of Charge - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: illness, swearing, hurt/comfort

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Reckless - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: death, blood, injury, swearing, ANGST

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Family Reunion - Illinois, no reader

Warnings: none

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Stay Safe - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing

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Star-gazing - Illinois x gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings: none

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Careful Not To Fall In Love - Illinois & Indiana Jones

Warnings: none

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Hyperfixations - Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings, slight swearing??, fluff

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Damien

Midnight, The Stars and You (Songfic Kinda) - Damien x fem!reader

Warnings: none

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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

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Sodomy - Damien x male!DA!reader

Warnings: internalized homophobia, religious trauma, hinted emotionally abusive parents, sodomy laws

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Papers (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

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Googleplier

Hug - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Reader Who Can’t Spell Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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First Kiss Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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ISWM

You’re Not The Captain AU

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Ficlet

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You’re Another Engineer AU

One

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Captain’s Log - Ficlet - Addition

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Dogs in Space Headcanons - ISWM Crew + Captain!reader (Slight Captaineer)

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Engineer Mark

Kiss It Better - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff

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Captain, My Captain - Engineer Mark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: period fic, cramps, swearing

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In My Solitude (Songfic) - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: loneliness, depression, possible su*c*dal thought (written in red text just in case), death, heavy angst, maybe a little fluffy at the end but like a sad fluffy

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I Missed You - Engineer Mark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: being (unintentionally) misgendered

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#1 Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

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Your Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, loss of identity, overworking

[supernatural-bias]

───── ❝ multifandom masterlist ❞ ─────

supernatural drabbles -> link

(requests closed: dean, sam, castiel, gabriel, crowley, lucifer)

gorillaz drabbles -> link

(requests closed: murdoc, 2D, noodle, russel)

the umbrella academy drabbles -> link

(requests closed: luther, diego, allison, klaus, five, ben, viktor)

the outsiders drabbles -> link

(requests closed: dallas winston, two-bit matthews, sodapop curtis, ponyboy curtis, darey curtis, johnny cade)

xmen drabbles -> link

(requests closed: charles xavier, erik lehnsherr, peter maximoff, nightcrawler, hank mcoy, logan howlett, marie lebeau, raven)

the boys drabbles -> link

(requests closed: butcher, hughie, soldier boy, frenchie, kimiko, mothers milk, starlight, homelander)

ghostbusters drabbles -> link

(requests closed: lars pinfield, egon spengler, winston zeddemore, peter venkman, dana barrymore, ray stanz)

tf2 drabbles -> link

(requests closed: scout, spy, sniper, medic, heavy, demoman, soldier, pyro, engineer, saxton hale, miss pauling)

total drama drabbles -> link

(requests closed: mike, mal, manitoba, vito, svetlana, zoey, alejandro, duncan, gwen, heather, cody)

the walking dead drabbles -> link

(requests closed: daryl, glenn, rick, michonne)

community drabbles -> link

(requests closed: abed, troy, ian duncan)

gotham drabbles -> link

(requests closed: edward nygma/the riddler)

tmmt drabbles -> link

(requests closed: rottmnt, 2012 tmnt, bayverse turtles, donnie, leo, mikey, raph, casey, april)

dc drabbles -> link

(requests closed: battinson, dano!riddler, cillian!jonathan crane, catwoman)

doctor who drabbles -> link

(requests closed: the tenth doctor, rose)

hazbin hotel drabbles -> link

(requests closed: alastor)

good omens drabbles -> link

(requests closed: crowley, azriaphale)

spiderverse drabbles -> link

(requests closed: miguel, hobie, miles, gwen, pavitr)

buzzfeed unsolved/watcher drabbles -> link

(requests closed: shane, ryan, cc. tinsley, ricky goldsworth)

slimecicle cinematic universe drabbles -> link

(requests closed: charlie, jschlatt, tommy/zommy, the bachelor (wilbur), the bachelor of blood (quackity), florida man, mad scientist, ronald, and the wizard)

chuckle sandwich drabbles -> link

(requests closed: jschlatt, charlie slimecicle, ted nivison)

dsmp/mcyt drabbles -> link

(requests: closed: see list of people i write for in pinned post)

daredevil drabbles -> link

(requests closed: matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page, frank castle)

the mandalorian drabbles -> link

(requests closed: din darjin/the mandalorian)

potc drabbles -> link

(requests closed: jack sparrow, william turner, elizabeth swann)

bullet train drabbles -> link

(requests closed: tangerine, lemon, ladybug, maria, carver, the prince, the hornet)

suicide squad one & two drabbles -> link

(requests closed: harley quinn, captian boomerang, katana, june moon, the enchantress, the joker, el diablo, cleo cazo, abner krill)

breaking bad drabbles -> link

(requests closed: jesse, badger, skinny pete, jane, saul, gus)

better call saul drabbles -> link

(requests closed: lalo, nacho, saul/jimmy, domingo/krazy 8, howard, gus)

what we do in the shadows drabbles -> link

(requests closed: guillermo, laszlo, nadja, nandor)

star wars drabbles -> link

(requests closed: obi wan kenobi, ashoka, anakin skywalker, padame, lea skywalker, luke skywalker, han solo)

markiplier drabbles -> link

(requests closed: markiplier, darkiplier, wilford, yancy, actor, night, google, host, engineer, pornipliers, damien, eric)

jacksepticeye drabbles -> link

(requests closed: jacksepticeye, anti, henrik, marvin, chase, jj, robbie, greg)

sally face drabbles -> link

(requests closed: sal, larry, ash)

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[mane--attraction]

Ah yes, my very late "year in review post" whoops lol (MINORS DNI)

I posted 25 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

18 posts created (72%)

7 posts reblogged (28%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@umbral-archives

@westanthewaterman

@weirdlyhornyforegos

I tagged 25 of my posts in 2022

#gender neutral reader - 9 posts

#mun speaks - 8 posts

#lemon - 8 posts

#x reader - 8 posts

#minors dni - 6 posts

#gn reader - 4 posts

#murdock x reader - 4 posts

#lemonish - 3 posts

#darkiplier x reader - 3 posts

#mun answers - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#okay after thinking about it you may have mentioned the idea as a fic at one point (cuz i know it was brought up for rp) but still

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Murderplier/Murdoch spicy headcanons - MINORS DNI

A/N I’ve been holding onto these since... May 5th? Damn lol forgot about them until literally today when I’m making this post. >:P Under read more just in case. 

CW: knifes, murder mention, blood mention, gender neutral but there is a period mention (if I need more warnings, let me know)

(read more at the link below)

58 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

#4

A/N: I wrote this at 3am don't look at me

MINORS DNI

Murdock has a habit.

(read more at the link below)

58 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#3

"Perhaps you are tired of me repeating myself over..."

One spank. You yelp with a jolt.

"...and over..."

Another spank, another cry from you. You swear that slap was harder.

"...and over again," he growls into your ear as he gives one more and you hiss in pain, even as a shudder runs down your spine.

(read more at the link below)

79 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

#2

Technically

(A/N: This has been languishing for a while cuz despite being a drabble I got stuck really quickly; I couldn’t figure out how to make what I wrote mesh with the idea of “someone comes to the door” without it feeling unnecessary. Ah well, another time, mayhaps. Anyway, enjoy~)

(minors dni)

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Technically, the head engineer should bunk near the engines, in case of an issue. Technically, in addition to being closer to the bridge, the captain's quarters only have room for one.

(read more at the link below)

147 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

How they would react to you tying yourself up in ribbon as a gift for them: Actor and Dark

(click the link below to view the headcanons)

157 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

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(posts edited down for length and also to hide most of the naughty stuff lol. also for some reason this recap post removed the read more from everything so the entire post was slapped in there)

What a year! I know I'm (very) late with posting this, but I only refound this recap thing in the last few days of 2022 and then I got busy. My most popular post was the one towards the beginning of the year, and I actually reblogged stuff to this blog that wasn't just that one gifset! Whodathunk! The top five has a pretty good range, which I'm happy about. Thank you to everyone in particular who reblogged stuff and added tags, I appreciate those notes the most. And also those asks, hehe. I live for the yelling at me in my inbox and the tags. Who knows what this year will bring~~ >:3

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[skiiesofray]

"Hello, are you expecting the end as well?"

✧ Jay, 22 years old, English is not my native language

✧ he/they

✧ trans & demisexual

✧ a reminder!! my creative wave aren't as.. stable so expect me to be gone at random times

"Don't expect me to talk with those people."

✧ this is a 18+ account so MINORS FOR FUCK SAKE DNI

✧ fem-aligned/ageless/blank accounts DNI

✧ racists, homophobic, transphobic, and overall just dirtbags DNI

"Now we got to know each other, some advice."

✧ you can request, I can write smut & fluffs

✧ but bare with me as I don't have any beta readers

✧ that aside, I won't write: scat, noncon, anything to do with incest (whether stepfamily or cousins even), forced fem (consent is important!) bloodplay, or knifeplay

✧ im pretty much okay with anything else, and if there's a request that is to my dislike, I will ignore

"These are my favourite, what do you think?"

✧ COD: John Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Soap McTavish, Kyle Gaz Garrick, König, Phillips Graves, Alejandro, Rodolfo Parras

✧ MCU: Head Engineer Mark, Actor Mark, Illinois, Darkiplier

✧ Ghostbusters: Ray Stantz, Peter Venkman, Egon Spengler, Winston Zeddmore

✧ Marvel: Tony Stark, Wolverine/Logan Howlett, Deadpool

✧ The Boys: Homelander, Soldier Boy, A-Train, The Deep

✧ Will add on in the future!!

"Where's the knife? Oh, it's in the second pocket in the bag."

✧ colourswrites - requested fics | colourstalk - drabbles/spitballs | coloursthought - ideas on a topic | wherecolours - answers anon |

"I have some goods, you wanna look?"

✧ Masterlist coming soon!!

"I hope you and I will survive the world, have hope."

[rat-that-writes]

Darling, You Should Have Asked | Darkiplier x Reader

a/n: wow i actually wrote something other than headcanons look at me :) this is set so dark and reader aren’t in a relationship, but there’s been some flirting from his end and tension on both ends >:) also idrk what the living situation is bc i originally wrote this as if they were already together but then changed my mind half way through lol

MINORS DNI. YOU WILL GET BLOCKED.

tw: poorly written sexual tension, nothing explicit but there’s moaning sort of (?)

Lounging on plush cushions with a book resting in your hands, you flipped the pages absentmindedly. You had given up trying to focus on the words on the page a long time ago. Too many things were on your mind, one of which just so happened to stroll into the living room.

Dressed in his signature black suit and crisp white button-up, your demonic friend hastily walked into the living room, looking for his phone which he had forgotten to take with him when he left fifteen minutes ago. Your eyes left your book as it rested atop your chest, following his figure and admiring his movements. 

As he searched the coffee table drawers, you admired the way his hands moved and flexed, showing off the veins that climb up his strong arms like vines. Just thinking about him made you flustered, mind already falling into a daydream right there and then. 

Trailing slowly down your body, his large hands felt your goosebumps rise when you felt his breath fan over your throat as he grazed his pointed teeth along your skin. There was something so primal about the way he looked at you, the way his grip on you tightened when you brushed your lips over his shoulder.

He says your name, deep voice strained but dripping with ecstasy. You can hear him saying it again, again, again, getting louder each time. This is starting to feel less and less like a dream.

“Y/N?”

A wave of heat creeps over your face as you realise you’ve been staring blankly at him the whole time. You can tell he’s amused by the face he’s making and the way he walks over to the loveseat you’re laying on. Heart beating so loud you’re sure he can hear it, 

Crouching down beside you, he reaches his hand out to cradle your cheek. He can definitely feel how hot it is. Your breathing is heavy, he can definitely feel that too. His thumb ghosts over your bottom lip, pulling it slightly. His eyes feel heavy on you, looking into yours so intensely you can’t even read his expression. Suddenly, he pulls his hand away. A slight frown graces your lips whilst he straightens his suit jacket and looks down at you, lips curled into a grin and eyes hooded.

“Darling,” he starts, noting the look on your face when he calls you that, “if you wanted me to do all that to you, then you should have just asked.”

[otterlyinluv]

A day in the life of a Darkiplier

A/N: A little drabble I did during Creative Writing when we were supposed to write a diary entry of a character, and I chose Dark! (Who's thinking of the DA as usual)

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October 18th, 20XX

Today was a day like any other. The weather matched my dull mood with its grey skies and light rain. It reminded me of them...

I spent the day cooped up in my office dealing with research as usual, hearing the other ego's escapades when I took a break from staring at the computer for too long.

Wilford did try to persuade me to eat something for lunch, but I refused, as always. After about 10 minutes, I heard a knock at the door. Not bothering to look up from my computer, I heard soft, tentative steps and a tray of food put on my table. I looked up only when they were about to leave. A small smile, and then they closed the door. I ate the food. Maybe I was actually hungry... but maybe it was because of them.

I spent the rest of the day working, and I couldn't help but smile when I looked at the empty plate once in a while.

[loveislattes]

Dark with 'Is that my shirt?' :D

Thank you for the prompt lovely!

.....

“Finally awake are we?” you murmured to yourself, looking up at the ceiling where you heard your lover beginning to stir.

The only answer to your rhetorical question was a solitary creak of the floorboards. He had perfect timing, as always. With practiced precision, you flipped the last pancake onto the precariously stacked pile and flicked off the burner. There were more than enough flapjacks to feed an entire army but you knew they wouldn’t go to waste, considering today was a meeting day for all the egos. 

“Who gave you permission to be so damn adorable?”

The sudden sound of Dark’s voice in the otherwise silent room nearly startled you into a panic. Heart racing, you turned around and pinned a faux glare on the monochrome man, to which he simply smirked in reply. 

“What have we discussed about sneaking up on me?” you whined. 

“I’m sorry, darling, you’re just even cuter when you get all flustered,” Dark purred.

You slipped your hands into his offered ones and allowed him to pull you until you were snug against his bare chest. The pace of your heart slowed to a calm beat as you soaked in his embrace and listened to the familiar thrum of his muffled ringing.

“We don’t have long until everyone is here,” you mumbled after a while, tilting your head up to look at him. 

He simply hummed before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I suppose we should enjoy the silence while we can,” he replied.

A noise of surprise sounded from the big man as you began to pull away. Before you could unravel yourself from his limbs completely, hands clutched your biceps and held you still. 

“Is that my shirt?”

Cheeks flushing warm under his studious gaze, you sheepishly shrugged at him and played with the hem. 

“I didn’t feel like getting completely dressed.”

He groaned gently as his head fell back and his fingers gently squeezed your arms. 

“Darling, you’re going to kill me one of these days.”

[septic-dr-schneep]

@whumpril Day 24: No Time to Rest

“Predictions for the conversation ahead of us, Host?” Dark prompted, arms folded, aura lashing expectantly.

Pressing the heels of stiff hands into his old bandages, the Host sighed. The air smacked of dried blood and stale coffee. “Dark will sardonically ask if the Host plans to sleep anytime within the week. The Host will retort that his visions cannot be postponed.”

“Recordkeeping can.”

“If the Host was confident of that, he would have retired of his own volition forty-eight hours ago. Dark, however, feels some measure of responsibility and control over his friend, and is capable of…more manipulative methods to put him down without resistance.”

“Is that a request?”

“…An observation.” His head was already so heavy with the pressure of future flashes, Dark’s intrusion sounded soothing by comparison.

“Well, then…” Dark’s whisper was suddenly, startlingly close, his hand already kneading at a knot in the Host’s drooping shoulder. “Observe.”

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Twilight (Pt. 2)

Request - can I pleeeeaase get a continuation of requiem with dark? it’s so good I can’t afkdhfk

Angst & Fluff

Warning - Who Killed Markiplier & A Heist With Markiplier Spoilers!,

Pairing - Darkiplier X Reader

Go Read “Requiem”

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Now you really start to question what you know. A sharp ringing in your ears has your head spinning. The man in front of you was forever stuck in you mind, engraved in you, a part of you no matter what. A fraction of a name finally comes to your mind as you stand in the darkness, this void, staring at the man with his hands folded behind him. 

His head tilts to the side ever so slightly. “Perhaps I’m the crazy one.” You blink hard, flashes of a life you didn’t live were behind your closed eyes. “Perhaps we’ve met a hundred times already and you simply don’t remember it.” He starts walking, drawing your eyes as you work to putting together the name burning in your mind. “Perhaps, you’re tired of me repeating myself over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and OVER AGAIN.” He shouts at the end, his form splitting into copies of himself before he stands as one once more. 

“D-” You stop yourself, eyeing up the table no in front of the two of you, a single glass sits on it. The man stands tall once more, watching as you struggle with a battle in your mind. You knew him, you are sure of it. You just can’t place him, but a name, you knew a name. “Damien.” You whisper, watching him almost flinch, fazing in and out for a moment. Why do I know that name?

He’s frozen for a moment, almost like he’s looking at a ghost. “It doesn’t matter.” He shakes his head, this aura around him dipping into a blue more than a red. “People like you only want one thing.” A copy breaks off, screaming behind him and making you jump. “And it’s disgusting. You want answers.” He picks up the drink and you find yourself jumping when a gunshot echoes in your mind, drawing to a curious look on his face. “Games were always his forte. But allow me this one moment of self-indulgence.”  

You place your hand on your head, unable to hold back what’s going on anymore. Damien, the name echoed over and over in your head. You remembered him, you think at least. A smile came to your mind, that night at poker. You stuck by his side, Damien’s side even after the death of a man. The death of Mark. You couldn’t make sense of it, your Mark was alive but the man coming to life in your memory was the same person. “Damien.” You mutter once more, recalling the man. You close your eyes once more and you aren’t in the same room anymore.

The man from the hallway, the one with the mustache was so close to you. He looks around frantically, watching a man walk away from him. “Where’s Celine? Where’s Damien!?” His eyes lock right on you and your whole being burns with recognition. Will, a name came to mind. “I will not let my friends die in this Godforsaken house.” The detective was the next one. Abe. “And if you all are too much of a coward to do the same, you had best leave before I kill you myself.”

The man watches as you place your hand now over your chest, where you were shot. “Y/n?” He questions, his body fazing again as he drew closer to you. “Y/n? Are you alright?” He takes another step forward.

You were shot. Right in the chest by him, by Will. You fell from the second story over the banister of the staircase. “It was an accident.” You had died and he - Mark - had brought you back for another game. A do-over with his own story. 

You open your eyes, looking at the man. “Damien.” This time you were confident with what you were saying. “He-he shot me.” Your hands shake as you look at him. “I-I was dead. I died I-” Damien had no hesitation with pulling you to him. “You’re not real. You can’t be. You and Celine you-”

He shushes you, running a hand up and down your back. “Shh Y/n it’s okay. We’ve got you. We’re gonna help you. It’s all Mark’s fault. He’s never gonna hurt you, never again.” He promises. They both promise you and for the first time in a while, you felt safe with your memories, for the first time, you didn’t jump at the gunshot.

[spookyold-saintjm]

4 AND 18 FOR DARK X READER MY DEAR!

4: Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?

18: Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!

From this prompt list.

Me? Finally finishing up some requests? More likely than you’d think. Thanks @avenged-nightmare and sorry it took ten years.

This seemed like potential for absolute ego shit-show content so sign me UP. Also, something about Dark saying “motherfuckers” just doesn’t compute in my brain as believable but GUESS WHAT.

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol consumption.

Darkiplier x reader

The night had finally come, and it was all the chaos you’d expected it to be, and then some.

Getting all the egos together outside of a meeting wasn’t always an easy task, but somehow you, with your best friend Wilford at your side as your co-conspirator, had made it happen just in time for the holidays. A Christmas party to end all Christmas parties, Wilford had exclaimed in excitement once the plans had been finalized. 

You’d basically had to pry his gun from his flailing hands, and the party was still weeks away at the time.

Now it was here, and in full swing. The music, the drinks, the Christmas cookies and other treats, decorating the massive tree in the lobby, party games and catching up with each other’s lives…there was a lot going on, all the more fun to be had around every corner of the house.

Well, almost. 

Dark had yet to show, to your disappointment. Not that you were really, truly expecting him to make an appearance…but deep down, you’d hoped just maybe he’d come out of his damned study for the night, at least for you. But there was no indication of his appearance any time soon.

The thought occurred to you halfway through a card game with Wilford, Illinois, and Bing. Your head foggy from champagne and whatever else you’d been drinking throughout the night, you suddenly stood up from your spot on the couch and glanced over to the staircase leading up to the long hallway where Dark’s study was located.

“Hey, I’m gonna go talk to Dark,” you stated, finally pushing your hair away from your face.

“That miiiight not be the best idea…”  Bing started, but you ignored him, completely abandoning the game and making your way up the stairs, both hands grasping the railing so that you wouldn’t lose balance as you climbed to the top.

Dark’s study was silent, however the thudding of music and shouts and laughter from below were creeping in through the floorboards, to Dark’s dismay. 

He was reading from a stack of papers on his desk when he heard your sporadic, somewhat aggressive knocking on the door. He let out a long sigh, but didn’t bother to look up until you had decided to just let yourself into the room. 

Normally, someone coming into his space uninvited would result in serious consequences, but he made exceptions for you. Only you.

He could have gone, however, without seeing you in your current state. You stumbled in wearing a god-awful red and green fuzzy sweater and reindeer antlers haphazardly stuck onto your head, while still carrying the glass that had only briefly contained some sort of strong alcoholic beverage.

“y/n…” Dark started, but you held up a hand to silence him. Which, oddly enough, he did not protest.

“Excuse me, mister—” you slurred, stepping toward his desk. You sat down on the edge, plopping down the glass in your hand and leaning forward to meet his eyes, your face only inches from his. “Where is my Christmas kiss? And why won’t you come downstairs?”

Dark pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes with a sigh. “y/n, how much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Well, you’d know if you would have been spending the evening with me instead of—“ a hiccup and a dismissive wave of your hand, “whatever you’re doing up here.”

Dark swiped the champagne glass away from your arm’s reach when you almost knocked off his desk, and held it between his fingers. You tried to meet his stare again, but you couldn’t figure out which set of eyes you were seeing were the real ones at first. He was silent, unmoving. 

“You’re such a fucking grinch,” you finally muttered, easing yourself back up off the desk and into a standing position, although you kept your hands on the desk.

“I don’t know what that means,” Dark replied, his face falling flat, “But I’m assuming you’re insulting me.”

“Whatever, Dark, have fun by yourself.” You turned and made your way toward the door. Just before your hand touched the doorknob, you looked back at him.

 “You know, I gave up a lot to stay here with you. You could at least try to respect the things I miss.”

Dark made no effort to respond as you slammed the door shut. You stumbled your way back down the stairs, and found Wilford waiting for you at the bottom.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked, noticing you suddenly rushing to wipe away the fogginess that had formed in your eyes as you reached the bottom steps. He laid a hand on your shoulder to steady the both of you once you landed from the final step. You knew it was just…Dark could just be that way, but the fuzziness in your brain was making your emotions all wonky.

“No, not exactly,” you replied quickly with a shake of your head, suddenly more agitated than sad. “Screw him anyway. Wanna get back to our game?”

Wilford grinned nervously, looking toward the next room over. “Well, we COULD, but…"

His voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of the music in the house getting significantly louder, and a very distinguishable  singing voice rising over all the others. When the first “youse” sounded through to the foot of the stairs, you rolled your head back and groaned.

“You gotta be kidding me…”

“We held it off for as long as we could…” Wilford sighed, but you both soon burst into fits of laughter. Yancy was at it again.

“Dammit, let’s just go see what kind of disaster it turns into this time,” you resigned, walking into the next room alongside Wilford, who was yanked away from you by one of the other egos before you could blink. You shrugged and weaved your way through to the kitchen to find the nearest bottle of something, anything. You sighed shortly as you popped off the lid of an unopened beer on one of the long countertops and took a long sip of whatever happened to be inside. You stopped briefly to talk to Eric, who had decided he was perfectly okay with not leaving the kitchen at all and just making sure everyone got some Christmas cookies, and maybe some water every now and then…? D-don’t you think that’s a good idea, y/n?

You hung around Eric a bit longer, his demeanor a pleasant contrast to whatever the hell was going on in the main room. So much dancing, so much sound, so much excitement…and suddenly you weren’t feeling up to any of it any more. 

You were leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed, smiling as you listened to Eric tell you a story about a past Christmas with his brothers, when suddenly he fell silent, his eyes locked on something, or someone, over your shoulder.

“H-hey, ahh, hi, Mr. Dark!” 

You spun around to find Dark standing in the doorway to the kitchen, the air growing colder around you at his presence. He was no longer wearing his jacket and tie, but stood as straight, stiff, and as regal as he ever did in your eyes.

“What.” You spat your demand. Eric suddenly found something very important to do in the dining room and scuttled away, wanting nothing to do with whatever was going to happen between the two of you.

Dark’s eyes were like magnets, pulling you in with no choice but to stare back at him, as much as you didn’t even want to look in his direction in that moment. His arms folded over his chest and he let out a short sigh. 

“You really like this sort of thing?” he asked, his voice low.

You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink. “I enjoy being with my friends, with people I care about. They all…make me feel like I have a family again. Like I can forget about reality for a while and just…be happy.”

Dark’s eyes dimmed, his head lowering although he didn’t break eye contact. “I don’t make you happy.”

“I didn’t say that,” your voice rose slightly, revealing your desperation. Dammit. You quickly huffed and rolled your eyes. “I mean, you’re not exactly winning any brownie points tonight, that’s for damn sure.”

You knew it wasn’t fair, wasn’t fair to treat him like this, it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t feel things the way he should anymore. That he had to re-learn so much from a life he had long before, a past that he could never get back. So much had been taken from him, too.

“Don’t you remember what it’s like to just…have fun?” you finally asked. A dangerous question, asking him about remembering.

He was silent a moment longer, studying you, considering. Your heart had picked up its pace. You immediately wanting to take it back, but your mouth wouldn’t form the words. You started to shake your head, taking a step towards him, silently pleading he’d just forget it and go back upstairs, you could talk about it in the morning— 

Dark hummed lowly, uncrossing his arms and dusting himself off before you could reach him. You stopped the second he moved, now only a couple feet away from him, your bones like ice.

He slowly reached for you, his hand gently cupping your cheek. His thumb glided along your skin like a whisper. He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. A low, deep, rumbling sound came from him, something so unusual you almost jumped from his touch. Was that…was he…laughing? Maybe more of a chuckle, but…oh, he was.

“You are poisonous, y/n…in all the ways that I think I need sometimes.” His hand dropped to gently rest on the back of your neck, urging you closer. In a haze you followed the pull, closing the gap between you and allowing his lips to press softly against yours. Short, simple, but spreading warmth through your entire body.

“If you can convince me in three minutes that this isn’t an abhorrent waste of my time, I will stay with you until the night is over,” he offered, that devilish half-grin of his creeping up along his face.

Your own beaming smile outmatched his easily, and you were pulling him by his arm into the next room faster than he could blink. “Challenge accepted.”

Wilford immediately noticed Dark’s presence in the room and pushed through the crowd to meet you, his pink hair splayed wildly atop his head. 

“Darky boy!! You came out of your cave for us?!” 

Dark rolled his eyes, but the grin remained. “Hello, Wilford.”

“Wilford, did you just say Dark?!”

 “HEY THERE BUDDY!“

“Well, well, well, look who it is!” 

A small group of the egos had suddenly formed around you, welcoming Dark amidst the noise and chaos, patting him on the back, offering him drinks and holiday candy or a spot in the next round of a game. His body initially curled inward, his presence cooling around you as if he were ready to fling himself straight into the void. He glared at you, unresponsive to any of their efforts to speak to him, and at first you were worried this really wasn’t going to end well.He pulled himself away from Wilford’s sudden embrace, and you stiffened as you saw his hand clench into a fist at his side. Oh, no.

But then, he glanced at you once more from the corner of his eye, and you saw the faintest of light glinting behind his eyes.

“Alright, alright. Yes, I’m here. Merry Christmas, motherfuckers. Give me that.” He yanked a full glass of liquid from Bim that matched the one you’d been carrying earlier, studying the contents only briefly before pressing it to his lips and taking a long sip.

You wondered if you were ever going to be able to pick your jaw up from the floor. This was going to be quite the night, after all.