#poor Darkiplier

[winterfeeling1]

A never ending battle...

[andaboop]

Surprise Wednesday visit because a Sunday visit isn't enough anymore (also Dark's a meanie) 😔

[neenthebean11]

What do you do with your feelings when life gets you down?

person 1: I do something I like!

person 2: I write and draw about it!

person 3: I talk to someone about it!

Dark: drown them in a bottle of wine and bury them in a remote location under several pints of ice cream where the authorities can never find them

[neverendnight]

when will my murderous blorbos come back from the war?

[dreamingsyn]

NOOO DARK ;(((

crossover comics with the previous page

[otterlyinluv]

Only Mortals Catch the Sniffles

Summary: You decided to go shopping while it was raining. But you forgot your umbrella. So of course you end up getting sick (you have a really poor immune system, don’t you?). What’s unexpected is who exactly decides to take care of you and what discoveries it leads to.

Pairing: Darkiplier x DA!Reader

Tags: sfw, the flu, argument and misunderstanding (gets resolved), proximity, tension

A/N: I have almost no time to write. (Who would’ve said I’d be reading lots in a linguistic course—) But hopefully you’ll enjoy this little thing I’ve been cooking up for quite a while now ^^

Word Count: 4.5k

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You rummaged through the cupboard to find some of your favorite snacks but were met with empty space instead. You sighed and shook your head. Your secret stash of snacks has been disappearing at a suspiciously fast pace, so it was safe to assume someone was eating it. But eating all of it without notice? You’d have to have a stern word when you found the culprit. If at all.

This shortage has happened multiple times already. At first, you let it slide, but it was really beginning to get on your nerves. Scratch the beginning. You were mad. You were going to get your snack. Now.

Breathing slowly to clear your head a little, you decided to go for a late-night shopping run while you were at it. After all, there were some other things you wanted to buy, along with the snack. And then you’d catch whoever had been stealing them.

You walked down the corridor and noticed the time on the grandfather clock. You winced. If you wanted to go shopping you needed to get ready and fast.

You grabbed everything without thinking too much about the details. Your phone, purse, and a shopping bag and bolted for the door. You managed to faintly hear something Google was trying to say, but you had no time to listen. Off to the shop it was.

—

By the time you returned, it was pouring. And you hadn't brought an umbrella.

The door opened with a creak, and you stepped in, clothes dripping with water all over the carpet.

Out of the corner of your vision, Google raised an eyebrow before coughing silently: “I did attempt to tell you the forecast was saying it would rain.”

You pushed your wet hair out of your face. “Yeah. I don’t think that'll help now.”

“Well, if you had given me admin privileges, I would have been able to contact you even while you were away—“

You walked away irritated, not bothering to hear his ‘Giving me admin privileges is the solution to all your problems’ speech.

While sprinting to your room, you almost crashed into someone, but you were able to steady yourself and not make his suit wet. Suit. Only one man would wear a suit well into the evening.

Darkiplier eyed your very much drenched form from head to toe. Before you could say anything, he spoke, no visible emotion on his face. “Your clothes are wet.” It sounded as if he was merely making an observation.

A scoff escaped your lips. “Haven’t noticed.”

“Did Google not tell you about the weather?”

He who stayed mostly cooped up in his office most of the time had the audacity to lecture you for going out when it was raining?!

“Well, obviously I didn’t have the time to get an umbrella!” You threw your hands around, irritated, and stormed off into your room.

—

You woke up still tired. Your throat felt dry. You swallowed. Sharp stabbing pain. You groaned and turned around to check the time. You slept for 10 hours?!

The sun was already high in the sky, an unusual sight for an early bird like you. Weird, but you supposed it was better to get started for the day, you said to yourself, trying to sit up. Emphasis on trying.

You clutched the side of your head to dull the throbbing pain that emerged from your movement and flopped back onto your pillow. Well, this was a problem. Everyone would start wondering where you were sooner or later since you routinely woke up first.

The pain was almost enough for you to consider just staying in bed. And yet you couldn’t do that.

You’ve never allowed yourself to rest even while tired or under the weather. The work helped you focus on other things. Without it, your mind started to wander into territories it shouldn’t. Like those recurring dreams of a strange mansion or a poker game with people you didn't recognize… and it was doing it again. Which is exactly why you needed to get back to work.

You weren’t able to attempt to get out of bed again when your door handle swung open violently, almost slamming into the wall. There was almost no time to register the urgent steps stop as Wilford put his hands on your shoulders and began shaking you.

“Oh, my word, we thought you died!”

Wilford was a mess. Eyes shot wide, clothes untucked, hair unkempt, like he was running around and forgot to fix himself up.

“Wilford…” you said lethargically, Wilford’s shaking making your hoarse voice sound even quieter.

“Illinois said he hadn’t seen you at breakfast, so I thought you must have eaten already, but when I went to check, you weren't at your office and you’re always at your office, so we all thought you got kidnapped…” he continued ranting, almost like he was stuck in panic mode with no regards to the fact that you were actually safe and sound in your bed.

“Wilford, I’m fine!” you yelled as loudly as you could muster, which was not much but it seemed to break the loop he was in. He stopped shaking you. “I’m just not feeling well, that’s all…”

“Oh…” he said softly, slowly pulling his arms away.

His eyebrows scrunched up in almost a comical fashion. “You’re sick,” he stated, as if for some sort of confirmation.

“I’m not that sick—”

“But you never get sick.” He shook his head, looking positively baffled.

“Again, I’m not that sick. Just woke up a little later than usual, nothing to be worried about…”

“You are ill?” you heard his voice before you saw him appear. Darkiplier was standing in your doorway. Who knows for how long. His face looked neutral, except for the smallest furrow of his eyebrows.

You sighed, exasperated. This was too much to deal with in your current state. Which was not that bad, mind you. Besides, how and why was Darkiplier even in your room? Wilford, you could understand. You were acquaintances—friends even, but it was different with Darkiplier.

Sure, you had mutual respect, but your relationship had always been on the more formal side, seeing as you were one of the few people he could rely on to complete the tasks you agreed on. But he would have never struck you as a person to be worried about someone’s physical state.

“I am fine. It’s just a cold. Nothing I can’t handle—“

He interrupted you before you could finish your sentence.

“A cold? A cold that leaves you unable to get out of your room until noon? Is just a cold the reason you are left bedridden and shivering despite being underneath a duvet?” He walked until he was near your bed. There was a cold sort of fury hidden behind his eyes.

That irked you. Of course he never cared about your well-being. He only cared about how the search for Mark continued. And no matter who helped him along the way, as long as he got his revenge, nothing else mattered.

You weren’t able to yell, but your gruff voice was teeming with anger. “Well, I’m sorry I had the gall to fall ill. But not all of us have the ability to work for days on end. Some of us are human!”

You hadn’t meant to say that last sentence. Pain flashed in his eyes. You’ve always had a suspicion that he used to be human. At least at some point in time. You got your confirmation now. You would’ve regretted saying it any other time, but not now. Not now when you finally found out the thing he cared about most was your productivity.

“I think you should leave,” you said coldly.

You’ve honestly forgotten Wilford was also in the room as he hasn’t butted into your conversation like he usually did. Darkiplier’s face was stunned, maybe even regretful, but he did nothing, as Wilford took him by the shoulder and led him away from your room.

As they left, you turned to the wall and closed your eyes. Tired from the emotional exchange and your current sickness, slumber soon overtook you.

—

You woke up still tired, your mouth dry as if you hadn’t drank water in forever. Which, you hadn’t. Your stomach ached, but you highly doubted you could muster up enough strength to make yourself something. Another grumble of your stomach convinced you otherwise.

You looked around for a bathrobe to put on over your pajamas when your eyes got caught on your bedside table. There, lay a tray with a plate full of chicken noodle soup along with a spoon.

Did someone…. make you food? You have eaten along with some of them, such as breakfasts with Illinois or Yancy, and sometimes Wilford liked to join you for lunch. Then there were the late dinners in Darkiplier's office. But this? You weren't used to that. You leaned over and put the tray on your lap, careful not to spill anything.

You wondered who would do such a thoughtful thing for you. It looked homemade, so that ruled Yancy out. He approached you a few weeks ago if you could re-teach him some simple recipes since he's been in prison for so long that he's forgotten how to cook.

You were familiar with Illinois’ cooking skills, but you doubted he would find the time to make you soup. He’s always joked that he can’t give anyone special treatment or else they’d fall in love with him.

And Darkiplier… you threw that thought away before you could even start thinking about it properly. As if he’d be all nice to you after treating you no less than an expendable employee.

Wilford, you couldn’t be sure about. You’ve seen him cook occasionally, not soup, but he seemed to have both skill and like you enough to be so considerate.

Satisfied with your thought process, you set to eating the surprisingly still warm soup that you deduced Wilford had made for you.

After about twenty minutes, you already having finished your soup and cuddled up facing the wall to sleep the cold off some more, a quiet click of the door handle filled the silence of your room. Soft tentative steps tapped on the floor, seemingly so as not to wake you up.

You turned around.

“Hey Wil, thanks for the soup…” You trailed off when you realized the one who entered your room was, in fact, not Wilford but a rather startled Darkiplier. You have never seen him with that much exposed emotion. He was frozen reaching for the empty plate, his eyes slightly wide, as if he got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. It, however, didn’t last long. He promptly straightened his back, wiping imaginary dust from his jacket, his expression back to being deadpan as usual.

“Why are you taking that plate?” You eyed him warily. Was he here to chastise you for not working? Or perhaps—

“Because I made the soup. I figured you’d have finished it by now.” He moved to pick the tray up.

“You made the soup? You made me soup?” you blurted out before you could really think about what you were saying.

“You’ve seen me cook,” he said in the most matter-of-fact voice.

“Well, yes, but…” You sat up and tried to gather your thoughts. It all lead down to just one thing. “Why?”

“You are ill. You need rest and warm food. So I made you soup. Is that enough of a reason for you?” There was a hint of humor in his voice, his expression mostly unchanged, except for the faintest sparkle in his eyes.

You were absolutely baffled. He gets angry at you for getting sick and not working and then makes you soup?

He seemed to notice your irritation increasing and opened his mouth to speak. You crossed your arms and leaned on the pillow.

“Listen. I know a plate of soup isn’t enough to make up for what I had said. And I didn’t just make the soup to make amends. I want you to get better. I know what’s done is done but you need to know the truth.” He looked away momentarily as if he had to find strength to continue. “I wasn’t angry with you for not being able to work. I was angry… with myself.”

“What?”

He sighed, looking away.

“What I had said and the way that I had said it was harsh. There is no excuse for it. I was just…” He took a deep breath and shook his head absentmindedly. “I was worried. When you didn't show up in the morning. I thought something had happened. That maybe you had left or perhaps needed some time off. You work too hard all the time. And I did not want to intrude even if I was worried. A part of me was glad you finally decided to take some time for yourself. But when I was passing by and heard Wil say you were ill…” He looked off to the side for a moment.

“I have never seen you ill. Ever. So I said things without thinking them over. And for what it's worth, I am sorry.”

Your eyebrows only scrunched up more. Many emotions of increasingly more confusing variations started bubbling up in your brain. You didn’t say a thing. Just kept looking at him as if that would help you comprehend what exactly he had just said.

He sighed.

“Do with that what you will. But believe me when I say, I am being completely sincere that I truly hope you do get better.” With that, he grabbed the tray with the plate and left your room.

A part of you wanted to say something. To tell him to come back. But you couldn’t will your tongue to move. And not because you were sick.

With a closing of the door, you were left alone once again. This time, with many more things to think about.

—

Evening rolled around faster than you expected it to. You spent most of the time sleeping. You even felt good enough to make some light dinner for yourself. It seemed none of the residents were up to their usual antics of annoying you today. Lovingly, of course, but you had thought when they came to know you weren’t dying, they’d come to visit you. But that didn’t seem to be the case as no-one has been in your room since your… exchange with Darkiplier.

But as all sickness goes, it gets worse in the evening. And so you were lying in your bed, as lethargic as ever, unable to even sleep.

Your door creaked, the sound so quiet you wouldn’t have been able to hear it if you hadn’t been lying in dead silence.

Darkiplier opened the door and looked over into the room. Your eyes met. And even through your hazy state, it felt like you locked eyes just a second too long. Not like any other time.

“I... came to check up on you.” He looked away, cutting the silence.

“That's awfully nice of you.” You weren’t really thinking about what you were saying. It seemed to a side effect of your illness. Or maybe you weren’t so guarded with him anymore.

His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. It looked oddly adorable.

“Are you feeling alright?”

You didn't know if he meant healthwise or your current state of mind, and you didn’t care.

“Absolutely.”

He walked over closer, right up to your bed. You watched him curiously, a bit more attentive even despite your heavy mood.

“No fever or anything of the sorts?”

You scoffed lightly. “No, nothing of the sort. Really, I’m fine. Never been better. See?”

You moved to sit up when he gently grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back onto the pillow.

Breathing became a foreign concept. Even your sickness existed only in the back of your mind. Your body was faintly pressed against the plush of your pillow, yet everything paled in comparison to all but one sensation.

Him.

So close.

And yet not close enough.

His hands on your shoulders were secure and just a bit insistent. But not necessarily painful.

“Don’t get up, you need to rest,” he said firmly but softly just the same.

Your eyebrows raised. He leaned closer. And closer. You closed your eyes.

The touch of his lips on your forehead was feather light.

After seconds which seemed like hours, he pulled away just a little, deep in thought. “Your forehead isn’t warm so it seems like you really don't have a fever…”

It sounded like an inner monologue or a passing thought, but your brain froze from the moment he kissed your forehead. It was so soft you weren’t sure you weren’t actually having a fever dream. Your eyes moved on their own accord, studying his face. His eyes caught yours. You have never seen him from this close. Your mouth was slightly open as a shallow shaky breath escaped it. It was as if the Earth itself stopped spinning and all you could feel were his eyes. Staring. Pensive. As if he himself was also frozen.

“You… you shouldn’t be so close to me,” you said quietly, almost indiscernibly. Your mouth was dry. A few seconds passed. Silence. Just him and you. And his eyes. Oh, those dark eyes. They went deeper than you thought. Like they were their own little galaxies. Did he even hear what you said? Did he—.

“Why?” His voice was quiet, similarly to yours, with a slight purr that you’d never heard from him. You could feel his chest rise and fall, dangerously close to your own. Your heart was beating so quickly that you wondered if he could feel it. A shiver ran up your spine. Your brain desperately searched for an excuse. But did you really want him to stop?

“I’ll get you sick,” you tried. Oddly enough, you weren’t feeling all that unwell at the moment. You were, however, feeling something else you couldn’t describe. And his closeness only heightened the tingling in your stomach.

“I’m not human. I can’t get sick,” he said without missing a beat, almost matter-of-factly.

Curses, he’s always been good at quick responses. But— Hang on. How would you know such a thing about him? You’ve spent some time together, yes but… Not enough to know an obscure detail like that.

“But you were.” The words left your lips almost by themselves. And yet, something in you knows that it’s the truth. Somehow, someway you feel he used to be something else before this.

His face darkened, his expression shifting to the all too familiar one you knew from working together late into the night.

“I… used to,” he admitted. You had to keep your mouth from falling open. This was the clearest confirmation of their past you’ve gotten out of any of the residents of this mansion. And to get it from Darkiplier first… If anybody told you a few days ago that such a thing would happen, you would’ve laughed straight into their face. But now… Him sharing something vulnerable with you felt strangely familiar. Like it happened before.

“I can see that brilliant mind of yours working. But whatever questions you want to ask, save them. There is time and place for such conversation and this is not it.” This was his way of saying no to talking about this topic. Rather tactfully from how you’ve seen him snap at Google when he is genuinely angry for a sensible reason. There was, however, something in the sentence that you could use to gauge him. You could consider yourself fairly well-versed in a few things in life but for Darkiplier to call you brilliant? And with such casualty. Like he has already said it before. But he hasn’t. There had to be something more behind it.

“’Brilliant mind’?” you repeated his words inquisitively.

His eyebrows furrowed apprehensively and you knew then you struck gold. He pulled back from leaning over you but you followed suit, sitting up on your bed.

“Forget it,” he said, his voice clipped.

“No.” You surprised yourself by how fast you replied. And it seemed to have the same effect on Darkiplier since he didn’t move from the spot. Encouraged by this, you continued: “… No. Why did you say that?”

“I…” There it was—he hesitated. You waited with bated breath for him to reveal whatever it was he kept trying to hide. You knew it was something that weighed heavy on his soul.

“It is none of your concern,” he said after a few tense seconds of your waiting. Ever the diplomat. Was he a politician in his past life or what?

“Considering the fact that you said something about me, I think it very much concerns me.”

“Look, you are ill and there are things that are beyond your understanding—”

“Then tell me something I can know.” That was it. Your last ditch effort to get to know something more. More about this man who went from only a colleague to someone who has actually, and much to your surprise, proved to care for you. As much as a man with seemingly so little external emotion such as Darkiplier was. But only seemingly. You have seen him smile before this even if it was scarce. But now you could finally admit — it did suit him.

Darkiplier looked at you, brows furrowed, seeming almost perplexed. “You truly wish to know more about me?” he asked, to which you nodded quickly before he could change his mind and decide to leave right then and there.

He sighed.

Then begrudgingly sat back down on your bed.

Bingo.

You made yourself more comfortable, propping your back on the wall behind you. It felt like a child getting ready to hear a bedtime story. Darkiplier raised an eyebrow and let out a soft breath through his nose, the corner of his mouth raising almost imperceptibly.

He looked to the side thoughtfully for a few moments before turning back to you.

“I don’t have to breathe.”

Well, that was unexpected. You thought he would talk about his life experiences or the people that he met. Then again, you should have known better than to think he would actually tell you anything about his past or elaborate on the whole “brilliant mind” comment. Nonetheless, this new information was quite intriguing.

“What do you mean you don't have to breathe?”

”It’s… more of a habit than anything physiologically needed.”

“But— your chest raises and falls so regularly...” you said, more musing out loud than actually meaning to share any information.

“Do you watch me?” he asked. If you didn’t know him well, you’d think he’s irritated, his tone slightly accusatory. But when you looked at him, there was that familiar tug of the corner of his lips. He was playing. He didn’t sport that look often but he pulled it off quite well.

Apparently, you had drifted off again because his lopsided smirk had only gotten wider and he was closer than before.

“Do I have the privilege of your presence now?”

He was close. Really close. Like when he kissed your forehead to check for a fever kind of close. Your heartbeat picked up, and you could only hope he couldn't hear it. Heartbeat... does he have one? You must have spoken out loud because a thoughtful look spread across his features.

“I’m not too sure myself. Want to check?”

Did he really mean to say that? You blinked. His expression hasn’t changed. So he did.

You placed your hand on his chest matter-of-factly. That’s all it was. A checkup. You weren’t doing anything weird. It’s not like you felt his dichromatic aura bristle slightly at your touch before returning to a faint buzz, albeit a bit louder than a few moments ago. With him wearing only a dress shirt, you could feel his skin and the lack of a heartbeat.

“You know I’m only letting you feel me up like this because you’re ill.”

“Stop being cheeky.” You clicked your tongue in irritation when he disrupted your concentration. There was a faint huff of laughter before you refocused on what lay beneath your palm.

“There’s nothing,” you said quietly.

“You won’t be able to feel it like this.” And with that, you found your hand pressed even closer to his ribcage, covered by his. You felt his chest rise and fall more deeply, almost like you’d feel a regular person breathe. That’s when you felt it. A faint heartbeat right under your fingertips.

Badump badump

Even with his palm on top of yours being extremely distracting, it was clearly discernible. Orderly. A sign of life where there really wasn’t one.

His hand lifted from yours but you kept it there, utterly entranced by aseathe sensation of his heartbeat. He didn’t comment on it and spoke up, his tone softer than you’ve ever heard him be.

“There has to be oxygen for it to beat strongly. And that happens when I breathe more. Not that I need to per se, it’s more of a habit.”

“How is that even possible? How can you function without air?”

“There are no... rules for the amalgamation that I have become.”

That was one genuine bit of emotion you’ve seen him express. Frustration maybe? You’d have thought Darkiplier had come to terms with what he had turned into but it seems time can’t heal all wounds.

“I have been... this way for a very very long time. And yet I don’t know the constraints of myself.”

You hummed in understanding, mind racing with thoughts of what exactly he can and can’t do, absent-mindedly tracing the buttons of his shirt.

You felt his heart speed up, his chest jerking in as air hit your fingers. Your eyes flicked back up to his face.

Burning heat. Molten lava and blistering cold of his aura. His eyes searched yours for something. You weren’t sure what. Maybe he—The cracking of a mirror...

The intensity of his gaze made your hand twitch back, your whole body freezing up.

After a few seconds, he exhaled and smiled softly, bittersweet yet understanding, tender even — have you ever seen him smiling like that? — and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Rest. You need it.” He stood up and headed towards the door. Just when he was about to reach the door handle, you called out:

“Dark?”

He turned around, a look akin to hope in his eyes.

“Yes?”

“Will you… make me soup again?”

The tender smile was there again, devoid of all previous bittersweetness.

“Of course. Anytime, darling.”

It was only when he left that you realized, you called him ‘Dark’ instead of Darkiplier. And that Dark apparently resorts to pet names.

——

Fun fact I wanted to write it but could not manage to insert anywhere: Dark was the one who told the others not to disturb the reader :)) Oh and either Wilford or Yancy is stealing your snacks. Which one do you think it is?

Also, if anyone wants to be part of a taglist for future fics, let me know :)

[mothgodofchaos]

Stupid

Wrote this on a whim, had an idea and had to get it out.

Darkiplier x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 1130

You were stranded out in the rain by your date with no way of getting home, and against your better judgment, you called Dark. Shame burned inside you, not wanting to admit that you were relying on an ex-partner after failing to get a new one. But you had no other way of getting home, and the streets were far too dark and slick for you to even consider walking. You texted him the address after he hung up, going back into the restaurant as the winds continued to storm, threatening to soak you to the bone with chill rain. The poor host boy ran to get you a warm drink as you waited in their lobby, seeing you shiver. It was incredibly sweet, and you passed him what little cash you had on you for the gesture. 

Dark pulls up in front of the restaurant, and you sprint out to his car, clutching the to-go cup close to you under your coat as you clamber into the passenger seat. At the sight of you, he turns up the heat and puts on the seat warmer, incredibly concerned.

“What on earth happened?”

“He walked out on me… said he was going to the bathroom. Was I, stupid for believing him? We had only just ordered, but I knew he wasn’t coming back when they only brought out my food. And I stupidly agreed to let him drive me here.”

“No, I would not say that was “stupid” of you. Sounds like the issue was him, not you. The drive over here and ordering food is not nearly enough time for someone to make that drastic of a decision. At least he should have had the decency to tell you to find an alternative way home…”

Dark grips the steering wheel a bit tighter as he speaks, trying to both calm you down and keep his eyes on the road. The street lights reflect off large puddles on the asphalt, splashing onto the sidewalk as your tires cut through them.

“I’m sorry I called you, I’m sure you were busy.”

“Not at all, you know how I enjoy spending my evenings. Simply a few chapters into a book and about halfway through a cup of tea when you called. Something I can very easily pick back up. And I am sure you know, if I had found out you had to walk home in this weather, your inconsiderate date would have perhaps lost a few fingers, or limbs…”

It makes you laugh a little bit, the shaking from the cold finally settling. You pick up your drink, making careful two-handed sips as you don’t quite trust your grip strength after the cold made your finger joints a tad useless. The heat is turned down, making it easier to hear the rain outside and the tires against the road. Watching water droplets race down the window like when you were little. Dark glances over at you when you go quiet, his gaze softening when he sees you smile again.

“What happened to us?”

Your question cuts the silence, startling Dark a little. He waits, working through his thoughts to form a coherent response.

“We were younger, we wanted different things. No one was at fault, and I think that made it hurt more…”

“I don’t think we want different things anymore, Dames.”

His breath hitches, having not heard you call him that since your amicable break up.

“Are you done having your adventures out there? Are you really sure I am exciting enough for you?”

“You were always exciting enough for me. I was hoping you’d come with me.”

“...I am truly sorry I could not.”

The silence surrounds the two of you again, Dark adjusting his grip on the steering wheel as he focuses on the road again. You take the hint and go back to watching out the windows, the conversation not going quite as you had hoped. Maybe it was your broken heart trying to fill the void of tonight’s wound, maybe you were saying the things you wanted to for a long time. He pulls into your driveway, parking the car and taking out the keys.

“I will walk you to the door, I refuse to have you standing out in the rain, locked out.”

“Thank you, Dark.”

His larger frame blocks your back from the rain, despite the fact he’s not wearing a coat. The simple white button-down soaks in the water easily, plastering the wet fabric against his body. His tie is loosened, but clearly he never quite got undressed from his day out before heading to get you. It takes a bit of working, but your key unlocks your door and you push inside. You enter, shrugging off your coat as you turn back to Dark, him smiling softly at you.

“Would you like to come in?”

“No, I should not. But thank you, darling.”

He turns to walk back to his car, but you grab his hand. Dark turns back to you, confused.

“Something wrong?”

“Can we try again? Even if it’s just one time?”

His jaw clenches, and you can see the conflicting emotions behind his eyes. Water drips down his hair and down his face, closing his eyes as he lets out a long sigh.

“I should not. But I want to. You have always been my greatest temptation.”

“Why don’t we then?”

Dark looks away, a lone tear mixing with the raindrops on his cheeks.

“I am afraid you will leave me behind again… that I cannot be the man you want me to be. I am older now, I use a cane, my habits are those of an old man. I know this. And I do not want you to realize this a bit too late, and break my heart again…”

“I was stupid to leave you behind before. And I’m not just saying that. Leaving you here has been my biggest regret. I promise you that.”

Dark looks between your eyes, searching your mind and seeing you’re telling the truth. You know he doesn’t like to intrude, but you don’t blame his disbelief.

“Please, let me know if you get bored of me…”

“I will never get bored of you.”

You grab his tie, tugging him down into a kiss. He’s surprised for a moment at your bold move, but matches your energy as he cups your face. The two of you stand out in the rain on your front porch, soaked to the bone but you could not be happier with each other. When you part, you tug him inside, promising another book and more tea as your clothes dry together. And you’d never have gotten him back if that asshole had never left you at that restaurant. 

[elenavr13]

Darkiplier/Damien Playlist (Updated)

172 songs

Evermore- Dan Stevens

Everybody Wants To Tule the World- Lorde

Control- Halsey

Gasoline- Halsey

Dynasty- MIIA

Judas- Lady Gaga

Take Me To Church- Hozier

Castle- Halsey

Sing To Me- MISSIO

Kamikazee- MISSIO

Panic Room- Au/Ra

Isolate- Sub Urban

Elastic Heart (Rock Cover)- Written by Wolves

Crossfire- Stephen

Dead!- My Chemical Romance

Stressed Out- Twenty One Pilots

Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift

Smooth Criminal- Michael Jackson

The Voice of Darkiplier- Markiplier

I’ll Be Good- Jaymes Young

I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys

Do I Wanna Know- Arctic Monkeys

In His Eyes- Jekyll & Hyde (musical)

Can You Feel My Heart- Bring Me to the Horizon

Feeling Good- Michael Buble

Can You Feel My Heart x Favorite Dress (slowed)- Miro remix

My Demons- Starset

Achilles Come Down- Gang of Youth

Monster- Skillet

What’s the Use of Feeling Blue- Caleb Hyles

Where I Want to Be- Chess in Concert

Can’t Help Falling In Love- Ice Nine Kills

The American Nightmare- Ice Nine Kills

A Grave Mistake- Ice Nine Kills

Left Behind- DAGames

Farewell II Flesh- Ice Nine Kills

Below the Surface- Griffinilla

The Wrecked and the Worried- NateWantsToBattle

You Can’t Take Me Anywhere- NateWantsToBattle

Goner- Twenty One Pilots

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid- The Offspring

Fake You Out- Twenty One Pilots

Miss You- Corpse

Epoch- The Living Tombstone

In the End- Linkin Park

Me, Myself & Hyde- Ice Nine Kills

The World In My Hands- Ice Nine Kills

Popular Monster- Falling In Reverse

Monster- Imagine Dragons

What I Could Have Been- Sting

Hushh- AViVA

Phantom of the Opera

Darkside- NEONI

Broken- DNMO & Sub Urban

Killer In the Mirror- Set It Off

Doubt- Twenty One Pilots

I’m Not Okay- My Chemical Romance

Friends on the Other Side- Princess and the Frog

Poison- WE ARE THE FURY

Apologize- One Republic

My Lullaby (metal cover)- Jonathan Young

I See Red (slowed)- Everybody Loves an Outlaw

Tear In My Heart- Twenty One Pilots

I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace

F.L.Y- Ice Nine Kills

Migraine- Twenty One Pilots

Car Radio- Twenty One Pilots

Demons- MISSIO

Snakes- PVRIS & MIYAVI

Villain- KDA

Royalty- Egzod & Maestro Chives ft. Neoni

The Red Means I Love You- Madds Buckley

Loser- Neoni

Not Ready To Die- Avenged Sevenfold

I Want You- Mitski

Poltergeist- Corpse

Life Waster- Corpse

All Of Me (slowed)- John Legend

Young And Beautiful- Lana Del Rey

Dark Paradise (slowed)- Lana Del Rey

How Villains Are Made- Madalen Duke

Love and War- Fluerie

Dark Things- Adona

Wicked Game- Ursine Vulpine

Neptune- Sleeping At Last

Enemy- Tommee Profitt

Far From Home (The Raven)- Sam Tinnesz

City Of The Dead- Eurielle

Throne- Saint Mesa

Paint it, Black- Ciara cover

Man Or A Monster- Sam Tinnesz

Dark On Me- Starset

Hell’s Comin’ With Me- Poor Mans Poison

Wires- The Neighbourhood

Liquid Smooth- Mitski

Little Dark Age- MGMT

Devil In Disguise- Elvis (LLusion)

Toxic- 2WEI

Dark Room- Foreign Figures & EJ Michels

Heathens- Twenty One Pilots

Dance With The Devil- Breaking Benjamin

Black Out Days- Phantogram

Somewhere Only We Know- Keane

Monsters- Ruelle

Whispers In The Dark- Skillet

Salvaged- NateWantsToBattle

Saint Bernard- Lincoln

F*ck You- Silent Child

I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead- Thomas Borchert, Brandi Burkhardt

Broken Inside- Broken Iris

Sweet Dreams- Besomorph

EVIL- AViVA

Saints- Echos

Screaming Bloody Murder- Sum 41

Dandelions (slowed)- Ruth B

Master Mirror- Ashley Serena

Everyday A Little Death- The Count of Monte Cristo

FREAK- Jordan Friction

Broken (slowed)- lovelytheband

Michelle- Sir Chloe

Like A Villain- BAD OMENS

If It’s Vengeance You Want- Unlike Pluto

Monster- Fight The Fade

Listen Before I Go- Billie Eilish

Mary On a Cross (slowed)- Ghost

R.I.F.P.- MOTHICA

Nervous- Lola Blanc

Unravel- Johnathan Young

Lost In Paradise- Evanescence

Lies- Evanescence

Haunted- Laura Les

Dread- Unlike Pluto

Monsters- Shinedown

Black Soul- Shinedown

Sorrow- Sleeping At Last

Seeing Red- Saint Chaos

Villain- Bella Poarch

Lithium- Nirvana

Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana

Down With The Sickness- Disturbed

Animal I Have Become- Three Day Grace

Greed- Godsmack

One of Us is the Killer- The Dillinger Escape Plan

All The King’s Horses- Karmina

Gilded Lily- Cults

Haunted & Unwanted- NateWantsToBattle

Symbol of My Regret- NateWantsToBattle

In My Head- NateWantsToBattle

Vendetta- Unsecret & Krigare

Nothing To Me- NateWantsToBattle

Chasing Cars- Sleeping At Last

Villain- MISSIO

Used to the Darkness- Des Rocs

Unforgiven- Ghost Nation

Monster- Starset

Eight- Sleeping At Last

Already Gone- Sleeping At Last

Devilish- The Phantoms

Motherland- Reach

Falling Away From Me- Korn

Just a Man- Jorge Rivera-Herrans & EPIC Ensemble

Something Wicked- Starset

Darkness in Me- Fight The Fade

I Would Die for You- In This Moment

Eye For An Eye- Rina Sawayama

Psycho in my Head- Skillet

Done With Everything- Line So Thin

Monster- Besomorph

Twisted Games- Night Panda, Krigarè

Killer Inside of Me- Willyecho

King For A Day- Pierce The Veil ft. Kellin Quinn

someone i’m not- Layto

[taikeero-lecoredier]

WOAH DUDE i actually really love the way you colored this ??? Thats so amazing !!

Wilford, at dark: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

I definitely went off board with this

[skiiesofray]

Laugh With Me, Little Shadow

in which you managed to get out of the upside down for the price of being immortal. having this to your advantage, you seek out the people not for answers like they expected.

It took you a while to get out of that shattered mirror. A long time that possibly equals to eternity in that damn fucking dimension.

"You sure you don't want to have revenge on those who wronged you?" The familiar voice echoes in your mind— too used to how it aches when it spoke.

"No." Your answer was short yet filled with hidden words you couldn't utter, mixed feelings have been coiling inside you about the situation, the people that causes this.

"You're no fun. It's been years, I've run out of the fun stuff to torment you, shesh.." It, or The Entity, the name you given to the power that haunts the manor groaned to which you just scoffed with annoyance. Then the void suddenly snickered in amusement.

".. How about this? I can get you out of this limbo." That sentence causes you to snapped, wildly looking around the empty abyss.

".. What? No, this is one of your tricks— the same you did to Mark and Damien—"

"I can assure you it's not a trick, District Attorney."

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner?!" You shouted loudly, voice cracking and echoes as you haven't spoke since you're stuck here. Not a necessity as no one's here for you to talk to, and just like right now, the Entity is speaking to you telepathically.

"Now, now, Doll— I'm saving this as rather a.. present for you." It cackled, a distant glitch appeared whether it finds something amusing.

"A present?" You confusedly tilting your head, blood dripping from your head and dissipate as it touches what you could assume the ground of the void.

"A depart present. You didn't think that I wouldn't miss you, doll?"

".. what's the price." Doubt lingers in your tone, you know how a monster like it wouldn't just offer a nice thing without taking something from you.

"I wouldn't call it a price, rather a gift for me in return, and I think you know what I want, District Attorney." A cane falls in front of you suddenly— one that you recognize immediately. As soon as you touches it, it was like you reconnected to your old body back in reality— your heart throbbing painfully as you saw glimpses of what.. they did. Those poor souls. Rage and disgust boils you from the inside as a name pricked your nerve.

Darkiplier.

And as soon as those shit feelings overwhelms you, the Entity laughed maniacally. "There it is! Oh, I should have done this sooner, there's that emotions you humans despise to have!" It boisterously spoke, the void glitches heavily for a second.

"Liar. All of you, the humans, are such liars." The Entity sighed softly in amusement. "You're my favorite so far."

"Fuck off." That response come out immediately as you glared around, clutching the cane as you hold your breath, wanting to calm down. Not like you need to breath here, you're already dead. That you know.

"... so— what do you say, doll?"

"You still haven't answered me, Entity. The fuck you want from me."

"Simply wanting you to enjoy your life."

"Bullshit."

It chuckles again, this time with a sigh. "Alrighty, damn you're such a snarky doll. I'll admit, my last— experimentation went overboard." To which out of confusion you could just uttered a soft 'What?'.

"Why did you think Mark performed such nasty act on all of you, the people he have trusted with his life before? Why did Damien and Celine betrayed you, stealing your body for vengeance? I'm sure you have suspected me to be the one pulling the curtains, but I can assure you I was just— giving them a little push, they're already have intensions in mind." No, no— they definitely didn't..

"For you to get out of here, you have to possess something from here to survive the outside— simply put you can't go back to how you used to be, but I think you already figured that out, don't you?" The Entity continued, to which your fist balled.

Yes you have. It didn't take long for you to answer your own questions, the script to the whole orchestra falls right in front of you. How it all played by the very being that stands behind the curtains.

"You have to give up your freedom on life and death for you to be back to reality. The same gift Mark gave to me. Albeit he did it without any questions, a surprise with how narcissistic deep down he is." The void echoes it chuckles again.

"As disgusting it is for me to say this, you're a good human, District Attorney." That causes you to look up into the sky of the abyss.

"Even after countless degrading temptations, you stayed true. That light of hope is one of a kind." There's a tone you couldn't put a finger on, was it genuine compliment? Or the opposite?

"For that, I won't give you choice." It pauses.

"There will be only one you, in all of universe, immortal and trust me, you will understand what I meant someday." There's a distant ringing, gradually becoming louder as you started to hold your ear as if it could block out the sound.

"I would love to see how this would turn out. Oh, I say stuff like this now?" You could barely hear his chuckles with how the sound rings like siren. "Will you cling onto hope till the end of space? Or will despair tore your skin and soul as you breaks the reality?"

The void starting to crack, glitching all over around you as you screamed in pain.

"Don't give up."

[dearest-painter]

Just pure fluff with yandere! Darkiplier giving roses to Rose Quartz! Reader and Steven just hiding in their hair because Darks constant ringing hurts his little ears >:((

( How dare you dark!! Your hurting my poor bby Steven's ears )

( Could this be a oneshot? I'm in a really fluffly oneshot mood today )

Awww of course! We love fluff here!

TW/CW:It’s mostly fluff but it’s a Yandere AU and my bog is Yandere AU stuff so these are just for safety!, Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive behavior, abusive relationship, Dark accidentally hurting steven’s ears by the ringing, Dark being his usual expect much sweeter, He’s a simp for reader, I usually use gifs based off of the character but I loved this one to much not to pass it!, tell me if I need to add more

Summary:Like day and night, sun and moon, warm and cold you and dark are complete opposites yet balanced each other perfectly. He never showed it but he truly does love you so he’ll show it through the little things…like flowers for your garden

Steven was in your hair sleeping..it was always something odd about how Steven can sleep in your hair without bothering you or getting injured in your hair but you aren’t complaining as he is resting. You were in your garden as always until you felt a familiar presences. “Hello dark” Dark sat beside you, he never asked how you knew he was here yet it made him feel a bit warm as you knew when he showed up.

“Hello Y/N…Steven is not here today?” “No he is, just in my hair…still not sure how he hasn’t suffocated in there” Dark chuckled a bit. “Well don’t jinx it” you nodded your head then finally looked at him to see why he randomly visited you this time. Dark had a habit of visiting her for no reason and to watch her do the little things..she had no reason why but it made her feel less lonely. “Why visit me this time?” Dark brought out a [Favorite flower] and held it towards you.

He never had any emotions on his face but you could tell he meant this. “Aww thank you dark” “I saw it and thought you wanted one for you huge garden” You smiled and took it then planted it in the garden, a place you would see it every day no matter what. “Thank you Dark, I appreciate it” Dark smiled a bit…he wasn’t sure how to tell you he loves you but he’ll tell you one day and try his best not to hurt Steven’s ears with the ringing but he doesn’t really have control over that.

[star-kissed583]

Gender conflicts | Darkiplier

Dark stood in front of his mirror.

Only able to stare at himself. It felt wrong. He looked wrong—that wasn't right. But why was it just a couple days ago, he felt perfectly great in his body??

Why now??

Dark could only sigh, looking over at his closet from the mirror. Even the clothes there didn't feel right.

With a groan, Dark walked over to his closet and took some simple clothes out. With a huff-he simply puts on the clothes. A white button up with black khaki pants.

Dark stared at himself in the mirror one last time-before making his way downstairs.

"You're different Darky-Doo!" Wilford's voice announced during breakfast with the egos.

"I'm not sure what you mean Wil. I'm wearing my clothes." Dark glanced at the pink man. Staring at him quietly while rising a brow at him. Not noticing how his pitch in voice had changed.

The other egos were staring at him, which made him more confused. Dark began to feel more and more uncomfortable with the stares, his aura starting to ring louder before he sends them all a harsh glare. That got everyone to look back down to their food.

Once Dark finished eating, he stood up and went to wash up his dishes. Only for Bim to go up to him. Joining in beside him

"Hey Dark...we didn't know you could change forms! I didn't expect you to look so elegant as a woman." Bim hummed as he washed up the dishes that were handed to him.

Yet Dark only froze. He looked down at himself, seeing he had more of a petite hands-but what really brought out his attention was his chest. It was bigger than normal.

Dark dropped what was on his hands-disappearing into a puff of grey smoke.

"Bimmy boy! What did you do to poor Dark??" Wilford claimed loudly with a giggle.

"I-I don't know..." Bim voiced quietly.

Dark was pacing in his room, before stopping in front of a mirror. The monochrome being could only stare once more. Unsure of what to think anymore.

Oddly enough...the feminine form felt more....comfortable.

A knock rang in the room, before the door opened. And Wilford stood there with a tilt in his head. Shutting the door behind him, "Dark?? You alright?"

"It's wrong Will...this shouldn't be like this! But yet....it feels right..." Dark felt like tears were wanting to well her his eyes. She tried to quickly wipe them away. Looking back at the mirror.

Wilford walked over, wrapping an arm around Dark's shoulders, "well if it feels right-they it's correct no?? Isn't that what you told Yan?"

Dark huffs, looking at Wilford from the mirror, "that's the thing tough! It feels right now! But two days ago it didn't!! I dunno what's wrong Wil! Something's wrong with me!"

"Now enough of that pally! Nothing is wrong with you. It seems to me you're going through what Yan did years ago...but look. We'll figure it out together! I'm your best friend and it's my duty to help you! Plus, you're practically a corpse-the concept of gender is basically figment!"

As Wilford talked, Dark felt herself calm down a bit more. Nodding before looking back at herself at the mirror. Cause Wilford was right...he's a walking corpse, he could be anything he felt right

~A year later~

"Good morning Dark, here are your papers of the day. Some billings that need to be taken to account during the meeting"

Google_B spoke as he handed Dark the papers while walking with Dark.

Dark smiles, smoothing down her black dress before taking the sheets. Having been in this form for a week now. She looks at them, rolling her eyes softly, "Great. I'm assuming Wilford and Yan this time?"

"That is correct ma'am"

"Well, let's get this meeting over with" with a huff, Dark walked into the room. Standing in her straight form like usual while sitting in her spot.

Mid-way through the meeting, Dark's form had taken a quick change. He's trained his form and aura to be able to make quick and easy changed whenever the gender didn't feel right.

"Alright-we'll enough of that. Wilford, Yan, I expect you two to pay half of the money of the bills. No exceptions!”

"Aww but darky!! How about a forth!! C'mon! You can't do this to your ol' pal! I'll help ya out with anything!"

Dark smirked, Wilford was his best friend-sure- and he also helped him find his way to who he was..."Hmmm...you'll help me out by paying half. Perfect! Meeting adjourned!"

Dark stood up, watching everyone leave. He huffs, stretching and popping his back before walking out of the room. A small smile on his face.

[pieces-of-a-fragmented-mind]

In their experience, there was actually quite a few people that knew about the coming back to life thing but it didn't seem worth bringing up at this very moment so they nod along. No need to further complicate things for them anyways. They lean back now, listening intently. Leave it to good old Wilford to get a smile even when the poor woman looked so confused. Huh, does that make him in universal constant in a way?

"That's fair." they reply, maybe a little too quickly, "I mean, he's got a loooot of enemies and has made a lot of mistakes...but I believe he's a good guy. Just, hurt is all.." They trail off, picturing his face for one small, perfect, moment before blinking back into the present.

"I know he's been through a lot, but so have a lot of people. I just don't really know what to believe. I know Wilford is my friend. I know Mark treats me as a friend. I know I have nightmares about someone named Darkiplier who tells me not to trust Mark. I know I used to be someone else and I'm not that person anymore. I'm just trying to make the best of my situation, you know?"

[elfmoon3]

Poor Darkiplier

Why me? Why did it have to be me?

[franklyshipping]

Or maybe it is different timelines of Darks. One day after a walk Dark starts searching for an ego and runs into himself. The timeline is showing what's happening if he made a different choice. So while it may look like there is 30+ Darkipliers in the manor, there really is only one.

Which makes Wilford's situation more hilarious because in reality, there is a timeline where Dark simply holds his hands above his head, lining up with the other timeline where he actually gets him.

This can be devastating if the timeline splits when he's working with one person. Because there are so many options on so many spots. Dark could go for their pits and switch to their feet, or go after their tummy, or maybe nuzzle his stubble to their neck while skittering over their thighs. But with the timelines combining, the poor lee has to deal with 3 different Darks tickling them everywhere.

Though i feel that this only really happens to Wilford, since his madness allows him to travel time without a second thought. So Dark's split timelines tend to line up with him.

The only other ego that this happened to was Engineer because he was being a smartass and Dark wanted to knock him down a peg

OMG THE CRYSTAL! DARK HAS THE WORMHOLE CRYSTAL

AKDKGKDFK THIS IS COOOOL 😆💜

[mothgodofchaos]

Maybe some like really flirty Anti x male reader where the reader is super nervous when Anti gets flirty because he's not used to being flirted w so much and Anti like absolutely loves making the reader character flustered n stuff

Eggnog

Technically this is more fitting for Christmas, but I recently played the new Home Safety Hotline DLC so holiday parties were on the mind.

Antisepticeye (Anthony) x M!Reader ft. Darkiplier (Damien), TW: drunkenness Words: 274

“How’re ye doin’?”

Anthony leans across the table at you, a bit of an intoxicated smile on his face. Holiday party, and apparently these people know how to party. He’s in the IT department, so you haven’t seen much of him around.

“Umm, I’m fine.”

“Handsome lad like ye workin’ in a place like t’is? Waste o’ looks, in my opinion.”

His bluntness catches you off guard, making you hide in your drink to avoid commenting on it.

“T��e least t’ey could do is stick ye at reception so t’e rest o’ us can see a pretty face when we enter in t’e building.”

“Anthony, leave the poor boy alone…”

“Oi, we’re fine over here! Buzz off, old man.”

Anthony playfully pushes Damien away, leaving Damien to just roll his eyes as he walks off.

“As I was sayin’, why are t’ey stickin’ ye in a cubicle? Don’t want t’eir competitors t’ snatch ye up? Or do t’ey t’ink ye’ll be a distraction t’ yer coworkers?”

“I-I don’t know, I just work here.”

“We all do, yet yer t’e first t’in’ I’ve seen t’at makes it wort’ it t’ come in.”

His Irish accent becomes more difficult to understand the more drunk he is. He downs another pint of eggnog, much to the horror of Damien, who witnesses it from across the room.

“Anthony! I am cutting you off. This is a company party.”

“T’ey won’t fire me, I have access t’ all o’ yer search histories.”

“Annus Christ…”

“Did ye know t’at Mark looks at po-” “That is enough, thank you, Anthony.”

“Yer welcome!”

Oh gods, this is gonna be a long night.