#antisepticeye x female reader

[lyssak09]

Masterlist & Things I write for

AN: I automatically write the reader as female so when you re quest please please tell me what pronouns you want the reader to have. Also if requested I will and can write the reader as part of the LGBTQ+ community

Key: Italics means to be posted/its a draft

Fandoms I can write for:

Supernatural

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Night Court (1986)

Corpse Bride

Beetlejuice (both movies)

Doctor Sleep

Charmed (the original one)

The Labyrinth (David Bowie movie)

Krull (1983)

Secret Obsession (netflix movie)

Day of the Dead: Bloodline

The Walking Dead (seasons 1-7) I get pissed with the show when I get to parts of season 7 so I stop watching and restart from the beginning of the show

Umbrellas Academy

Z Nation

Warehouse 13

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Dead by Daylight

Adventure Time

The Big Bang Theory

Friends

Suicide Squad (both movies)

Futurama

Slashers: Ghostface (preferably Stu), Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason, Brahms Hillshire

Star Trek: TNG, Voyager, Lower Decks, TOS, SNW

My Bloody Valentine: Both 1981 and 2009 movies so please be specific with which one you want

Markiplier & Jacksepticeye egos

Masterlist

Supernatural

Yandere Dean hcs

Yandere Shapeshifter hcs

Yandere Sam hcs

Yandere Archangels request

Yandere Castiel hcs

Yandere Lucifer hcs

Yandere Casifer hcs

Yandere Casifer with Trans!reader request

Yandere Archangels soulmates request

Yandere Michael!Dean w/ soulmate fem!Reader ask

Dead by daylight

Platonic Yandere killers reaction to child reader

Yandere Leon with Killer!reader request

Yandere Leon with Killer!reader pt.2 request

Platonic Yandere (HOY) Trapper & Huntress with tween!reader request

Platonic Yandere Huntress & Trapper request 

Yandere Nemesis hcs request

Yandere Killers & Survivors request pt.1

Yandere Killers & Survivors request pt.2

Yandere Doctor hcs request

Plantonic yandere (HOY) Trapper & Huntress pt.2

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Yandere Jake Peralta hcs

Yandere Jake with Lawyer!reader request

Yandere Jake

Yandere Rosa

Yandere Amy

Yandere Charles request

Star Trek

Yandere Q request

Yandere William Riker

Yandere Brad Boimler

Yandere Spock (SNW)

Yandere Data

Yandere Tom Paris

Umbrella Academy

Yandere Five with Soft!reader request

Yandere Five hcs

Yandere Luther hcs

Yandere Diego hcs

The Walking Dead

Yandere Daryl with motherly!reader hcs request

Yandere Daryl motherly!reader hcs pt.2 request

Yandere Daryl

Yandere Daryl VS Rick hcs/sorta request

Yandere Rick VS Governor request

Yandere Rick hcs

Yandere Grown Carl hcs

Yandere Michonne hcs

Yandere Governor request

Tim Burton

Yandere Victor Van Dort hcs (Corpse Bride)

Yandere Emily hcs (Corpse Bride)

Yandere Beetlegleuse hcs (BeetleJuice)

Miscellaneous (Aka writing that doesn’t have their own category yet)

Yandere Brahms Heelshire (The boy)

Yandere Elliot Stabler (L&O SVU)

Yandere Mack Thompson (Z Nation) hcs

Yandere Black Mask/Roman Sionis (DC/BOP)

Yandere Pete Latimer (Warehouse 13) hcs

Yandere Homelander (The Boys) hcs

Yandere Joker (Suicide Squad)  hcs (Fight me on this)

Yandere Piper Hallowell (Charmed) hcs

Yandere Leo (Charmed)  hcs

Yandere Colwyn (Krull) hcs

Yandere Danny Torrance (Doctor Sleep) hcs I love Ewan McGregor 

Yandere Max (Day of the dead: Bloodline) hcs

Yandere Wilford Warfstache hcs

Yandere Antisepticeye hcs

Ocs

Currently redesigning how these guys look like

Tyler from my yandere song fic

Evan ( Yandere Landlord)

Daniel (Yandere Slasher)

Hudson (Yandere Cop/Sheriff)

Luke (Yandere Childhood friend/Bully)

Damien (Yandere Teacher)

Zachary (Yandere zombie apocalypse survivor)

Derek (Yandere Hypnotist/ Therapist)

Ashton (Yandere Neighbor)

Zeke (Yandere robot boss)

William (Yandere Prisoner)

Adrian (Yandere Asylum patient)

Devon (Yandere Priest)

Jason (Yandere Step father)

Max (Yandere step brother)

Anthony (Yandere slasher/homicide survivor)

Ryan (Yandere childhood friend)

Ewan (Yandere military man) 

Unnamed (Yandere boss)

Unnamed (Yandere AI robot house)

[yuckie-obsessive]

Always Finds You

Back to Anti for a moment.

That whole IRIS thing, right? Crazy 👀

wow gonna have to make a cut, this got long.

Tw: implied violence, blood, slight torture, possessive behavior, hints of past trauma, swearing

Antisepticeye x Reader (female)

Word count: 969

Set up: “Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?” Welp now you’re locked up in an IRIS holding room, dreading what might happen because of your situation regarding a certain alter.

~★~

Initially you didn’t know why you were being kept in this facility. Only after they mentioned something called “ALTR 114209”, did the reality dawn on you. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak after that. You couldn’t talk about him. Anti had to know where you were at this point and talking about him with anyone was against his rules.

However, they had ways to encourage you.

The day after your complete shutdown, they brought in a small device with wires. Three large men accompanied the IRIS worker. They grabbed you, placed you in handcuffs and forced you into the chair on the opposite end of the scientist. You, of course terrified, couldn’t even protest. You knew why this was happening. You had no idea what would happen if you complied, but you knew it wouldn’t be good.

The same man was in front of you once again, adjusting an earpiece and pulling out notes to began questioning, “Do you feel like speaking with us today?”

Your eyes began to water. You shook your head, “I can’t…”

He sighed and seemed to speak into the earpiece, “Subject remains incompliant, beginning incentive procedure.” He waved the men forward.

They once again grabbed you and roughly began attaching the small electrode stickers to different parts of your head, neck and torso.

“Applying 70 volts.” Before you could respond, he flipped the switch that sent a jolt through your body. The air grew heavy with a familiar static. You were sure he let it last longer than it should’ve.

He switched the device off and your entire body slumped. You ached. Your hadn’t felt this way since your first few weeks with Anti.

“What do you know about ALTR 114209?”

“Please… I can’t tell you…”

“Subject remains incompliant. Applying 85 volts.”

“Wait-“ another jolt wracked your body.

This continued for about an hour until you were up to receiving 120 volts. Panting and shaking, you were left with a growing migraine. Unable to speak even if you could.

Suddenly the lights shut off and it sounded as if a generator booted everything back online. The IRIS worker spoke into the device in his ear, “Requesting status update…” a few moments past with his eyes growing wide. “Wrap this up, Central needs us.” He quickly left the room and the men removed the equipment. Uncuffing your hands just before they left and locked the door.

It took you a minute to move, but you gathered your strength to threw yourself onto the cot you had been provided.

A loud scream echoed from the halls and the lights went dark, a loud alarm blaring. He’s manifesting. The door automatically unlocked as an evacuation order played over the intercom. Instead of attempting a futile escape, you curled into a ball, and pressed your knees to your chest.

Screaming mixed with shouting. Sounds of gunfire soon followed, you could almost laugh knowing that it wouldn’t do a damn thing.

The chaos neared you before ceasing completely. You felt sick. The door opened.

“(Y/n)~ “ you shivered at his sing-song call. “There you are… waiting for me ever so patiently. Such a good girl.” You turned to look up at him, not to surprised he had moved directly next to you without making a sound, a dangerous red aura followed him.

Though his appearance seemed overall collected, the mirror like glitching that surrounded him told another story. Vicious images of him tearing at himself and screaming in rage.

“I really hate it when someone touches my things…” he growled to himself and bent down to your level. The playful tone was back, “Sweetheart~ I think I’ve had my fun for now. Let’s go back home.” He quickly grabbed you up into his arms, you only latched onto him as a reflex.

His chest rumbled with a small laugh and he turned to leave, but stopped.

“(Y/n), I’m not angry with you. In fact, I’m actually very happy with your behavior… I know how easily you get frightened, so let me help you relax until we return home, okay?” A wave of numbing exhaustion hit you. This was a familiar sensation. Anti would use this as a “reward” to help you sleep on days you were good for him.

You were about to drift off when the overwhelming smell hit you. The raw tang of iron that heavily laced the air. You didn’t realize how hard you were gripping at him until you felt his grip tighten too. Another hard wave of exhaustion hit, “Shhh sh… sleep now, everything’s alright.” With that, you finally passed out, grip going slack.

He would never admit his feelings. He was enraged when he found out you had gone missing. Anger at the thought you had foolishly made another escape attempt. Worse yet when he realized you’d been taken. When he saw what they started doing to you… there was no word to describe his state of mind.

He hated that someone else had touched you. Hated that they had taken you from him. Hated that they had harmed you.

He was going to burn the place to the ground.

A different perspective dawned on him though… He would soothe your wounds. Build you back up in order to trust him.

He would admit that in the beginning he had been rough with you, but humans could be so much worse. Letting you see that would make him appear as the lesser of two evils. It made him giddy at how well he could control the situation. Oh, and you behaved so perfectly too.

Now you would come around to like him. He would see to it that all you ever thought about was him. He would revel in your blind obedience.

Not that… he, himself could come to care for such a fragile thing. The precious little bundle in his arms… with that adorable spark of your soul.

Fuck

He internally groaned. He just couldn’t help himself… he had grown attached to this cherished little project of his.

“Don’t worry, (y/n). I won’t let them harm you again.”

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Masterlist + DNIs

Green = Will do/Interact

Yellow = May not do/Thin ice

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact

I will do:

Markiplier egos

Jacksepticeye egos

Yandere stuff

Polyamory stuff

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Fantasy AUs (exg: Vampire Darkiplier x Reader)

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Male Readers

Semi spicy/suggestive stuff

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Natewantstobattle fans

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

FNAF x reader stories (Human characters only)

Smut

BATIM/BATDR stuff (Once again, only human characters please. If you want to fuck an ink monster then I'm making it human, somehow.)

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Natewantstobattle egos (Same as the above)

Thin Ice:

People who kept complaining about the red eyes in the FNAF movie

MHA fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Ships (egoxego)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating. Mark legit stopped collaborating with other youtubers for a while because people kept shipping him w them)

Pedophilia

Rape

Non-con

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

Transphobes

FANDOMS:

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier:

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!)

Wilford Warfstache:

Confession (Wilford Warfstache x GN! Reader || TWs: None)

Darkiplier:

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 2 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 3 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 4 (Darkiplier x reader)

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Head Engineer Mark:

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader)

Yancy:

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Annus:

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Bingiplier:

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The God of Night:

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The Necromancer:

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Cool Patrol Mark:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye:

Panic Attack (Antisepticeye x reader || Platonic || TWs: Panic attack/ mentions of arguing)

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Jameson Jackson:

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Marvin the magnificent:

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Robbie the zombie:

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Crankgameplays egos

Blankgameplays:

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Unus:

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Mad Mike:

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Gravity Falls

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I think that should be it for fandoms and characters. I'll add more to this in the future.

[tickled-2-death]

Introduction:

Hi, this is my tickle sideblog! I’ve been on the community for a long time and have decided to branch out to taking public requests, as well as interacting with others of similar interest. Feel free to say hello any time, I don’t have any friends who are in the community unfortunately, so I’m always open to talk! The following will be a list of rules and personal boundaries for requests as well as any other interaction, as well as a list of characters/fandoms I write for.

(See tag “template” for prompt ideas.)

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Fandoms:

- The Magnus Archives (exclusively nonsexual for Jon, and I only write Martin with Jon romantically speaking. I’ll write for just about anybody in the whole podcast though, so don’t be shy to ask).

- Resident Evil (Leon, Chris, Wesker, Ethan, etc.)

- Red Dead Redemption (Kieran is my favorite, but I’ll write just about anybody if you ask).

- Arcane (Silco, Jinx, Vi, Viktor, etc.)

- NBC Hannibal (Hannigram and Chilton mainly, but I’ll write for some of the others if asked).

- Supernatural (mainly interested in Destiel, Gabriel, and Crowley, but I’ll write for almost anybody).

- Markiplier/JSE egos (fictional characters exclusively, like Darkiplier, Antisepticeye, etc.)

- Far Cry 5 (Especially John x Deputy, but I’ll write for Jacob, Pratt, etc as well).

- Borderlands (Rhys, Handsome Jack, etc.)

- What We Do In The Shadows (tv series only, mainly Nandermo but I’ll write for the others as well!)

- Marvel (Only Steve Rogers, sorry.)

- Inside Job (Really only Brett and Reagan, sorry.)

If you’re interested in a character or fandom that isn’t listed here, feel free to ask!

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What I’ll Write:

- SFW or NSFW tickling, specify which you’d like with your request.

- x readers (specify if you want GN, female, male, etc).

- hcs

- bondage

-begging

- Sub/dom dynamic, sexual or nonsexual.

- tickle torture/interrogation/punishment

(Excessively NSFW begins under the cut)

- orgasm denial/delay/edging

- overstimulation/post-orgasm torture

- honorifics (sir/ma’am, mommy/daddy, master, etc).

- degradation/praise

- impact play

If you are interested in something that isn’t listed here (and isn’t listed in the “What I Won’t Write” section), don’t be shy to ask.

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What I Won’t Write:

- Noncon for sexual situations (anything I write will be under the implication of previously given consent if it isn’t explicitly stated in the text, and any situation of tickle torture will be portrayed as more or less lighthearted).

- Bodily fluids other than what you would expect. (That means no vomit, urine, etc and I don’t go into detail about anything else).

- real people

- underage characters (including characters who appear or act underage, even if they technically aren’t. Unless it’s a strictly SFW context.)

- Ageplay in a sexual context.

- Fetishization of religions, races, sexualities, etc.

- Incest NSFW (That includes both biological or adoptive familial relationships. If they are implied to have an exclusively familial relationship, I won’t write it sexually.)

- Misgendering kink or anything of the sort.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Now that’s out of the way, requests are open and anon asks will always be on. Spam is totally allowed either way.

[nyxi-styx]

Anti Climax

(Antisepticeye x female-bodied reader)

((Play on words, see? If it was one word, “anticlimax”, it would be about disappointment, but since its separated it’s about Anti and climaxing. I think I’m clever and funny, okay?))

SO MANY Warnings: the smuttiest smutty smut, knife play, blood play, very intense sex, object insertion, this is not entirely consensual because of implied mind-control so maybe dub-con? ...idk, branding via cutting, mind control, probably some other stuff…. Basically you’re not gonna wanna read it unless you’re a demented little monster-fucker like me and @septiclaufey​ , whom this is for btw, just like my Dark Daddy story. Let’s go, let’s get into it and rub some… parts.

Thunder rolls overhead, but you pay it no mind as you settle in for a night of binge-watching. Thunderstorms are perfect weather for it, after all. You’ve just gotten past the theme song when the power suddenly cuts out through your whole home, casting you into the pitch darkness. Under your breath you swear as you shove the blanket off your lap and stand up, starting to make your way to the kitchen to get the emergency candles and flashlight. You hope the electricity returns before you have to go through all that effort, but that’s not exactly what happens. You can hear faint laughter echoing off the walls. It’s an all-too familiar laugh that sends a chill up your spine. He’s here.

Before you can even move, a pair of faintly glowing, green-tinted arms wrap around you from behind, a knife against your throat. The blade just barely brushed against your skin, not yet enough to cut. You gasp and shudder. “Did you miss me,” a familiar voice giggles in your ear. You find yourself unable to answer, but it doesn’t matter, the knife slides down your torso and up under your shirt. The blade is cold, causing you to gasp again. Your shirt may as well be made of butter for as easily as the blade cuts through the fabric.

The hand without the knife repositions itself under your rib cage as a pair of lips brush against the back of your neck, hot breath warming the nape. “You don’t even have to speak. I can feel your heartbeat. I know what you want.” His tone of voice causes you to break out in goosebumps and you swallow hard. He presses the flat of the blade against your sternum and for a moment you’re afraid for your life, but then he cuts through your bra just like your shirt, setting your breasts free.

His free hand moves again, grabbing a handful of your hair at the back of your head and tugging backward, causing you to yelp. “Are you going to make me cut off your panties too, or are you going to be a good puppet and take them off for me?”

You find yourself torn. You absolutely want to be a good puppet. You want to show him how obedient you can be, how eager you are. But at the same time, you definitely want him to cut off your panties. Before you can make up your mind, he whispers, “too late” in your ear with a small giggle as he uses the knife to cut your panties at the side seams. They fall to the ground and you’re left completely exposed. He tugs on your hair again and turns you to face him at last. Your home is pitch black and yet you can see him so very clearly. Blood drips from the wound on his neck as if it’s still fresh, but your eyes are soon transfixed on his: black and seeming to absorb light rather than reflect it. Now, you can’t look away. You can’t move. You can barely even think.

“Such a good puppet,” Anti purrs at you. “You’re going to please me, aren’t you? And let me please you in return. You’re going to do everything I ask, aren’t you? Give into my demands, my desires….”

Without even being fully conscious of what you may be agreeing to, you nod slowly. It’s like he’s in your head. Controlling you. You feel a warmth spread through your loins at this possibility and heat spreads between your legs. As if he can smell it, Anti grins wickedly. “That’s it.” He draws you closer and kisses you deeply, feeling you basically turn to warm putty in his arms. When he pulls back and licks his lips, that seems to trigger an idea of your own. Or maybe of his. You can’t possibly be sure what thoughts truly belong to you anymore. You move in as he tilts his head back and you slowly lick the warm, surprisingly somehow still-fresh, blood from the wound on his throat. Anti purrs in satisfaction while you adjust to the warm metallic taste. He may not be human, but he tastes like he is.

Suddenly his arms are no longer around you. He’s gone in a split second, but his voice comes from behind you. “Over here, puppet,” he beckons and you turn to see him standing on the opposite side of the sofa. On auto-pilot, you make your way toward him. He pushes you down on the couch, nudging your legs apart with his own before dropping to his knees before you. He leans down to trail bite marks up the insides of both of your thighs. You moan quietly, pushing your fingers into his hair. Anti seems to like this, or at the very least, he’s not rushing to restrain your hands from doing it. He even makes a sound… almost like a purr but deeper.

When he’s eye level with your wet pussy he stops to breathe in your scent, growling with a sort of possessive pleasure. He looks up at you, eyes still blacker than the dark room you sit in, and brings his inhumanly pointed tongue out slowly, dragging the tip over your slit. It’s so simple, but you can’t help but arch your back off the sofa just slightly as if feeding yourself to him. A chuckle rumbles from this throat and he eases your hips back into place, holding you there.

His tongue may add to his terrifying appearance, but it doesn’t take away from your pleasure. In fact, it’s able to explore every bit of you, inside and out, reaching places no one else ever has with cunnilingus alone. The tip reaches your G-spot perfectly, making you cry out and tug on the handful of his hair you still grasp. You reaction pleases the demon and he buries his face in your cunt, tongue still working you from the inside. The pleasure building impossibly until you just can’t hold back anymore and come with a cry, writhing in place, rolling your hips.

Anti laps up every bit of your wetness before pulling back from you, wearing a devilish smirk. Despite the intensity of the orgasm that’s just past, your body craves more. You whine and try to pull him back in, but he has other ideas.

As the demon stands, he pushes you to lie on your back, met with no resistance. You stare, wide-eyed as he draws his blade again. This time, he presses the tip into the soft flesh above your right hip, dragging it down, red droplets appearing in the wake of the cut. It stings a little, enough to make you hiss, but the knife is sharp enough to not cause any significant pain, even as deep as the cut is.

You can’t tell exactly what he’s carving into your skin, but you can feel small, connecting lines. You don’t dare try to sit up and look. Finally, he pulls the knife away from your skin and beholds his work with pride. “There is no question now: you are mine.” He traces the cuts with his index finger, smearing the blood. “A… S… E… No one else will dare to touch you.”  He licks your blood off the blade of the knife and makes a sound like a moan, but he glitches, distorting the sound into something strange.

Anti turns the knife in his hand, holding it by the blade, and runs the handle over your thighs, trailing upward. He watches your face as he slowly teases your clit with the end of the handle, dragging it down before sliding it into you, a perverse and makeshift dildo. It’s slow and you know it’s coming but it doesn’t stop you from gasping at the unfamiliar feeling of the foreign object.

It certainly takes getting used to, but it’s not altogether unpleasant. However, right as you’re approaching the edge of another orgasm, he stops. You think it’s cruel of him to do so as he withdraws the knife’s handle from with in you, but he’s never been above cruelty.

You squirm, desperate for the friction you’d just had, but it does nothing to urge him to move faster. Within the blink of an eye, he’s between your thighs and you can feel his cock pressing at your entrance. “Good little puppet. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” Words escape you, all you can do his nod. As soon as he pushes inside, your hands grab his shoulders, a moan falling from your lips.

So quick it might have been a glitch, he pins both of your hands above your head with one of his own hands. He touches the flat of the blade against your lips. Instinctively, you touch it with the tip of your tongue. It’s cold when the rest of your body is unbearably warm, making it a surprisingly welcome sensation. Anti drags it down, your lip being tugged with it. He keeps the knife at the base of your throat now as he begins to thrust into you. Hard and deep immediately, no building up to it.

Despite the fervor with which he pounds into you, grunting with each thrust, the knife never pierces your skin; yet the thrill of it being there, of knowing he was in control in that moment of whether you live or die, remained. If he slit your throat, would you become like him? A black-eyed, glitch demon with the throat scar to match?

As Anti stares down at you, the black fades back to brilliant blue eyes and he almost looks human for a moment. It’s a feature he hides from you in the next moment as he leans down, sinking impossibly sharp teeth into your neck. He’s almost certainly drawn blood, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the pleasure that’s building again. His cock fits so perfectly inside and he hits your G-spot on at least every second thrust. The wild mix of sensations overwhelm your mind, making you dizzy.

“Come for me, puppet,” he demands, voice low in your ear and breath hot on your neck. “One more time. I want to feel you coming around my cock like a good puppet.” He sits back up to look at you as you mewl in affirmation. Moments later, you feel your body begin to tense as another orgasm overtakes you. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as your arch your back, shivering and convulsing against the demon as your walls clench around him. That seems to be all he needs; his eyes go black again and you watch him glitch as you feel him empty himself inside of you.

There’s a moment of stillness as you both recover. He pulls the knife away from your throat and you see blue eyes again. He leans in to claim your mouth in a passionate kiss one last time. And then he’s gone, just as easily as he’d appeared, his words carried in on an impossible wind as thunder rolls overhead once more: “Until next time, my puppet.”

[sleepychai-fics]

Anti x Reader - Bickering Love

Request: Anon;  11 with Antisepticeye after a fight? Like, this is said when they're in the bedroom or something? I'm not very good with settings 😂

didn’t exactly follow the setting but i hope this is okay. sorry for the major delay!

Pronouns = gender neutral

Prompts –  11 - “I think I love you.”

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@fanderrawr @thecinnabitch @dontcallmecedge

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You slam the door open, stomping down the corridor towards the main room with Anti close behind you.

Chase, Robbie, Marvin and Shneeplestien look up from their monopoly game, startled and immediately sensing another argument, which would come to the third one this week.

“Who gave you the right to punch him! And not just that but you threw him across the fucking restaurant!” You shout, throwing your purse onto a table.

“Should we leave?” Marvin quietly asks the group.

“The guy was a criminal!” Anti argued, his voice glitch from rage.

“Oh for what? Shoplifting?! Well here’s a newsflash for you! Everybody shoplifts at least once in their life!” You fire back, turning to face Anti, glaring at him with eyes of a blazing fire.

“Yep, let’s go.” Chase says, standing up along with the others. They quickly exit the room and shuffle upstairs.

“He’s a drug dealer (Y/n)! Why can’t you open your eyes?!”

“Why don’t you open yours?! That was ten years ago and he was an accomplice! Doesn’t mean he actually dealt them! There’s no fucking evidence against him!” You step closer to him, knowing full well how dangerous Anti could become. As those words left your mouth, you internally winced, not fully sure why.

“He served time in prison! He has a criminal record!” Anti’s voice gets louder and more glitchy by the second, almost making it hard to understand him.

“Where did you get that from huh?! From his phone where you were hiding?!”

“I was protecting you!”

“Bullshit! This is the fifth time this month you’ve ruined my date! Five different guys! All with different stories as to why you sent them to the hospital! All for the sake of ‘my protection’! What are you protecting me from?! Getting a boyfriend?!”

“I’m making sure you are safe!”

“Oh look at that! More bullshit! What else have you got?!”

“I care about you more than those assholes ever would!”

“Yeah keep the bullshit comin’!” By now you two are standing toe-to-toe, neither of you showing any sign of backing down.

Anti seethes in rage, trying hard to suppress it. “You don’t deserve to be with them! They would never treat you like you should be treated! They wouldn’t care about you enough!”

“Oh yeah?! How would you know? That doesn’t give you a good enough reason as to why you keep doing this shit!”

“I do this because I think I love you!”

And just like that, the anger disappears from both of you, silence immediately taking over.

Anti breathes in, his voice free from all glitches and volume a lot softer. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, I don’t want the risk of you getting hurt. And I can’t just stand by while there’s a chance that could get hurt.”

There’s no reply from you, making his heart sink in guilt at the possibility of causing you emotional harm.

He sighs in defeat. “Look. I’m sorry for what I did, I didn’t mean to cause you any pain. I won’t bother you anymore.”

He begins to walk away, shame overtaking him as he begins to leave you there in the silent room. But your voice breaks the silence, and stops him from walking.

“Anti, wait.” You let out a sigh, combing your fingers through your hair. The previous tension in your body disperses as you stand there.

Anti didn’t dare to speak, didn’t want to harm you more then what he probably had, he just stood there, ready to face your words.

“I know you’re trying to protect me, and I’m really grateful for that. It… It shows me you care about me. And you’re right; you’d care more about me than anyone else.”

From everything Anti had prepared himself for, he was not ready for this sort of outcome.

“I’ve been trying to figure myself out lately. Like, I feel happy and… safe whenever you show up and drag me away from whatever dirt bag I was with. I guess the only reason I argue with you is because I was trying to hide that feeling.” Unbeknownst to you, your feet had unconsciously been taking steps forward. It’s not until you’re within arm’s reach do you realise. In a gesture that seems reluctant and worried, you slowly reach out to Anti, stopping mere inches from his waist.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is,” You pause, your heart pumping with unclear fear. “I… I-I love you too.”

Anti stands still, shock running through him before relief washes it away. Tears begin to prick at his eyes, but as usual, he refuses to let them fall.

With instinct, you jerk your hand back as Anti turns around. Your eyes remain to stare at his stomach, not wanting to face Anti’s gaze.

He immediately senses this, and luckily knows what to do as an alternative.

He takes the final step forward, consuming you in a hug. One arm wraps around your upper arms, pulling you into his chest. The other thread’s its’ fingers in your hair, pressing his cheek against your temple in what he hopes comes across as a form of comfort.

You hesitate for a brief second before making your own move. You nuzzle further into Anti’s chest, allowing the wave of comfort to wash over you. You wrap your arms around his waist, instantly relishing in his warmth.

There’s no need for words, the silent hug is all that the two of you need, to know how much you love each other.

[mangled-dreams]

Sleep Talking

Sleep Talking.

Its always been an issue with you; sleep talking and walking, that is. You’ve gone on many adventures in the midnight hours while asleep. Never harmed, just wandering around the streets, talking to people not grounded in reality.

As a child it scared your parents into locking your bedroom door, and when that didn’t stop you, they put locks on just about everything. Still, you’d manage to get out.

Thankfully it wasn’t like they didn’t know where to find you. You always managed to go to the same location each time. It was an abandoned house left to decay and to their prayers, you never went inside.

They’d find you sleeping soundly on a small blanket under a large willow tree or swinging happily on the old wooden swing percriously attached to a long thick branch.

Your frequent visits lead your father to replace the old rickety swing with a sturdier, newer one and even go as far as to add a small shelter for you with a sleeping bag. It wasn’t was if your parents condoned your midnight exploits, they just had no other choice. Waking you during your episode would leave you confused and fearful.

Sometimes you’d have violent out bursts of fear, nearly causing you to run into oncoming traffic. No, they felt it better to allow you to continue on without trying to wake you. The community around you grew to understand and look out for you between late night shifts and earlier risers.

Until, that is, your episodes stopped suddenly around the gate of fifteen. No one understood it, least of all you, but things slowly settled into the average life. No one seemed to notice how upset this had made you.

You’d always enjoyed your midnight walkabouts, the adventures and conversations you’d have with the boy in your dreams. You’d always loved the swing set at the old abandoned house, loved the way the house looked, so he’d always take you there.

At one point you tried to tell your family about the boy, but no one listened to your words. They assumed it was a fantasy but you knew he was real. His name was Jack, but he loved to go by Anti, and he loved to play tricks and show off his magic.

He’s been fun, lots of it too. He was smart, snarky, and genuine. He’s been alone for a long time before he found you. He told you a lot of his travels, even taking you to some through your dreams.

It’s been magical, wonderful, and exciting. Then, it just stopped. He left you, alone. You felt as if everything you’d done and see and spoke about didn’t matter to him like it did to you.

Even now, years later the thought of his disappearance brings tears to your eyes. You never truly understood why he left. Was it your confession? Did your love for him scare him away? If that was the case, you’d take it back. Tell him that you’re okay with being friends, after all he was stuck in your dreams.

Trapped forever in the twilight hours. Alone.

Sitting with your head in your hand, elbow propped up on the small table in a low key coffee shop, you stare out the window to the street. People watching amuses you, but not by much. You miss the excitement and adventures of your childhood.

Watching the crowd while sipping your drink a face catches your eye. Nearly choking on the liquid in your mouth, you forgo your items and rush outside, trying to catch the fleeting image of an old friend. However, when you finally make it out the doors, he’s disappeared again.

Standing, mesmerized and confused in the middle of the crowded sidewalk, you wonder if you actually saw Anti. Was your head tricking you? Had he been there at all? People push past you, shooting dirty looks and snarky comments your way.

Ignoring them all, you look around again. He looked older, thinner than before, but that smile of his never changed. You know that smile like you know your name, but in this moment you wonder if you even know your name.

Going back inside the building you gather up your stuff and head home. You have classes to study for and a masters degree to achieve. If only you knew what you wanted to master in.

Arriving home you unlock the door and drop your bag inside before closing and locking the door once more. Looking at the side of your home you still feel in awe of your parent’s generousity. After hitting the Lotto, they secretly had the house you’d spend so many nights at rebuilt.

They said it was thei gift to your future family. You didn’t have the strength to tell them your heart had been stolen by a dream demon long ago. 

With a heavy sigh, you sit down at your coffee table and begin to work on your studies. Despite not knowing what you want to specialize in, you’re at least taking the needed prerequisites for just about any field.

Before you realize it, you’d fallen asleep almost two hours into studying even with coffee. A familiar feeling takes over you as your rise from the small table to your feet. You know this feeling all to well.

Sleep talking, only you feel very much aware of what is happening. Is it because you’re an adult down? Or is it because you’ve gone over your adventures with Anti so much you know what to looke for?

Perhaps it’s a lucid dream, and your really just laying on your coffee table. The possibilities swirl around in your head as your feet begin to take you through the house and out the kitchen door to the mud rooms then outside.

Walking down the mason laid path, you see a figure standing just under the large willow tree. It appears to be a male, but his face is blocked by the branches. In that me one time you both love and hate the tree.

“It’s been a long time,” his voice seems older now, but still has hints of that high notes from your past.

Tears well up in your eyes. Hope blossomed like hanaki flowers in your chest. “Jack.” You whisper. You knew how much he hated the name, but you’d always like it. It matched him. A jack of all trades.

“I thought we’d gone over that before.” He teases.

Whether you broke free or he released you, you don’t know, not do you care in the moment. Rushing forward, shedding tears as you go, you run into his arms. Burying your face into his chest you clutch your hands around him tightly.

“Please don’t leave me again!” You sob, pleading.

His arms settle around you, holding you nearly as tightly as you are him. “I didn’t realize you missed me.” He’s trying not to sound touched, but you hear through it.

Lifting your head to view his face, you smile wearily at him. “Of course I missed you.”

Anti smiles. Small lines appear at the corner of his eyes at the honesty in your voice. He’s always like that about you; always so transparent.

“How could I not miss the man I love?”

Anti stills. “You still...”

You smile at him. Your head nods slowly. “How could I not? You stole my heart a long time ago.”

Anti’s expression softens. “Is that still your stance?”

You nod, face pressed into his chest. “It always will be.

Anti chuckles. “That’s a relief. Otherwise all the work I’ve been doing would be for nothing.” He adds, his hands lifting your face to his. “Give yourself to me, wholly.”

Staring into his baby blue eyes you nod almost too eagerly. “Forever.” You whisper.

Smirking, Anti leans down to you, his lips pressing into yours hungrily. His large slender hands hold you right where he wants you, making through work of melting you from the inside out. Your knees feel weak against the feel of his touch.

Pulling away, watching you panting against his chest, Anti leans into your ear. “You’re mine.” He whispered, then disappears.

Waking up back in your living room you quickly jump to your feet. You don’t understand what that was all about. You know it wasn’t a dream, it just couldn’t be. Moving to the kitchen you feel a sting on your left breast.

Pausing you look under your shirt, scared by what you see. A heeling mark, almost a brand of a Celtic triangle marred your skin. Your heart jumps in your chest.

Was that even Anti? If it was, what the hell is he and what does this mean for you? Did you promise your heart to a vicious demon?

What happened to the Anti of your childhood?

Pulling out a chair to your kitchen table you drop your head into your hands and weep. What I’m the literal hell did you get yourself into??

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

“The legend says that it only goes after virgins. Sucks for you.” Imagine a group a villagers are attempting to sacrifice the reader in order to appease a demon who lurks in the forest. The demon is Anti. You can end the story however you like.

“No! Wait!! You’re just gonna l-leave me out here all alone?!!” You snapped, half-angry and half-terrified, at the villagers who kept you tied to the tree. They were just hopping back onto their wagon when you shouted at them.

One of the men just gave you a pitiful smile. “The legend says it only goes after virgins. Sucks for you.” He then waved at you. “Sorry, dearest, but..this is for our village”

““Our village” my ass! It’s gonna come after you bastards, too!!!”

However, your words merely fell on deaf ears as you watched the horses trot away with their passengers, getting back on the gravel pathway before they vanished into the mist of the dark forest.

With a frustrated sigh, you looked around, hearing the distant hoot of an owl. At least those villagers had the decency to put cloth around your breasts and groin, but even so you felt like hypothermia was going to kill you before “The Demon” did.

What was “The Demon”, a new resident may ask. Well, those who have ventured through the forest, saw it, and lived to tell the tale claimed it was a doppelgänger of an Irishman who was the first victim of its merciless attacks. It then went on to take his appearance. And the only way those survivors could tell the difference was the ring of crimson blood around its neck: the consequence of the doppelgänger accidentally decapitating the man.

As time went on, its new body became rotten and decayed, the skin a sickly green-like color. Even the blue eyes of its victim have rotted away to reveal the Demon’s true eyes, which were black like an empty void.

The knife it used to slaughter its victims remained shiny and crusted with the blood of prey, the innocent, and the sacrifices.

It was thought that sacrificing virgins could appease the Demon, as the villagers believed it would take their lifeforce, using their pure and clean blood to keep its rotting disguise from falling apart. And in exchange, it would not attack the village and leave them alone.

This silent agreement sounded like a load of bullshit to you. 

But your thoughts about all of this were cut short when you heard rustling in the bushes. Your breath hitched slightly as you looked over to see smoky wisps shuffling through the dark greenery.

“Just make it quick alright?!” You called out, knowing there was no use in screaming or crying or begging for mercy.

The rustling ceased and, for a moment, you were confused as you noticed the particles vanishing into thin air. ‘Did I scare it off..?’

“Oh..ye seem eager, little morsel.”

In the blink of an eye, the Demon himself appeared in front of you. Just as those tales have said, he was incredibly gaunt, nothing more than skin and bones underneath his cloak, which emitted those same smoky wisps. But he removed his hood and revealed wild and glowing green hair, along with a thick and graying brown beard that made him look a bit….handsome?

With a slight frown, he tilted his head, cupping your cheek and brushing a scrawny thumb across your skin. “What lovely flesh ye have..so perfect, and..” He paused to sniff you gently. “..ye are definitely pure.”

“Th-Thanks..” You mumbled. “..so..are you gonna do your thing yet or do you prefer torturing sacrifices like me? Are you gonna bathe in my blood while I watch-?”

“Yer village’s “sacrifices” haven’t done shit to fix this.” The Demon huffed, gesturing to his body. “No matter how much “pure” blood I bathe or drink..I’m still just a shadow wearin’ a skin suit. They just made that fake promise….and I fuckin’ fell for it.”

Your eyes widened in shock at his words. Was he telling the truth? Were those villagers really that hateful towards virgins that they wanted to use them, of all types of people, to trick the Demon?

He hummed softly. “I see yer outrage. I have no use for takin’ another lassie’s body. So here.”

With his knife, he cut through the ropes that kept you bound to the tree, freeing your red and raw wrists. You rubbed them a little, although when you looked up, you saw him remove his cloak, and you couldn’t help but become flushed as you averted your eyes from his naked, bloodstained body.

Then he put his cloak around you, tying the strap around your waist before he stepped back, putting his clawed hands on your shoulders. You smiled at how warm the clothing felt as you wrapped it around your body more. "Thank you, Demon. Are you sending me back to..?”

“No. Why would I?” His eyebrows furrowed. “They’ll just..think ye escaped and will put ya right back where I found ya. Ye don’t want that, do ya?”

You shook your head, a bit embarrassed that you even had such a thought.

The Demon then smiled and put his arm around you. “’s what I figured. What’s yer name, little morsel?”

“[Y/n].”

“Hmm, [y/n]…I think I’ll grow to like that. My friends call me “Anti”…or, well…if I had friends.”

“I wouldn’t mind being your friend, Anti.”

The Dem–Anti stared at you in shock. “What? But..ye know of my stories, right? And all the things I’ve done to yer village and to..this man?” He gestured to his skin. “I’m nothing more than a thing of nightmares..a savage beast.”

“Well, I mean..” You shrugged. “You spared me and you gave me your cloak. Last time I checked that’s not what “savage beasts” do, right?”

He opened his mouth to object, although he closed it once he realized you were right. Then he sighed and gave you a closed smile. “I guess. But let’s head to my lair. I’ll let ye stay with me and protect ya-”

“But let me guess, you want me to help you find a fresher skin in return?”

Anti chuckled quietly. “Ah, I only met ya tonight, lassie, and ye already know me so well.”

[thetreecorner]

A Frozen Heart (Antisepticeye X Fem!Toddler!Reader)

Request?: Yep!

Requested by who?: @glitchbitch69

AU: N/A

Characters: Antisepticeye and Reader

Warnings: Anti being rather rude at first, but otherwise nothing much

Words: 615

A/N: So this is a little bit diffrent than what was requested but I think you’ll enjoy it nonetheless!

The last thing anyone would ever call Antisepticeye was fatherly.

He’d killed so many people in his lifetime that he’s lost count. He could hear their screams in the back of his head, clear as day. Not that he felt bad about it, no. He enjoyed every moment of the torture - his knife, their throat. The chord of their own headphones - their own toy gun. How could he not enjoy it.

No, no one would ever call him fatherly.

But here he stood, the cold damp air blowing through his thin t-shirt - not that he could feel it - with a… toddler?

A small, chubby little girl with short hair and big eyes - eyes that were filled to the brim with tears as she sobbed.

A small, chubby little girl with short hair and big eyes, sobbing, and clinging onto his leg.

“Awe, get off your little rat.” He hissed, shaking his leg. She clung on, screaming “Nu, nu, nu!” And digging her little nails into the fabric of his jeans. “C’mon kid I don’t got time for this.” His voice crackled and glitched, catching the little girls attention. “What’re you lookin’ at, huh?” He could feel his form glitching in frustration, his head involuntarily jerked to one side and then the other.

“Bu, bu,” the little girl, one arm still around his leg, made a grab up towards his head. “Fu, fu!” She giggled through her tears, continuing to grab upwards. Anti growled slowly, bearing his teeth, but the little girl wasn’t looking at his face. “Fu, fu!” She began to bounce in place, and Anti glanced up at the shock of green hair that had fallen into his face.

Was that…

Anti pried the kid away from his leg. She cried out, rather upset until anti kneeled down and presented his head to her.

“This what yah’ want?” He mumbled. Maybe if he did this, she would go away. For a moment, he didn’t hear anything. She didn’t hear her move, of talk. He was about to look up when small, cold hands grabbed his hair with a surprisingly gentle grip.

“Fu, fu.” The girl giggled. Anti jumped a bit as the girl pressed her chubby cheek into the top of his head. “Fu.” The little girl wrapped her chubby arms around his head, nuzzling into his hair. It took anti a moment before he realised how long he’d been kneeling there. Before he could move though the little girl grabbed the sides of his face and tilted his head up so that she could see his face.

“What?” He hissed. The girl looked at him blankly for a moment, then gave him a toothy smile. She pushed down on his cheeks, squishing his face, and Anti found himself surprised.

Shouldn’t she be scared.

“Buh, huh!” She jiggled her hands a bit, running them along his scruff. “Buh, buh!”

“You’re a brave one, aren’t you?” Anti’s smile was wide, his eyes wild as she watched this little girl. She continued to rub her hands against his jaw, giggling as she did. “Where’re your parents, huh?”

“Fu,” She gave each of his cheeks a small pat, then moved to rub her face against his scruff. Anti began to pull back, but stopped when he heard a small mutter of “Pa, pa. Pa. Pa!” And for the first time in a long time, he felt a slight pain his his chest. Not a bad pain, but a pain nonetheless.

The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck, which he’d wrapped in a now blood-stained bandage, and with one swift motion he lifted her up.

Screw finding the parents, Anti thought.

This was his kid now.

[luna-jaden-shadow]

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Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye

Dimension hopping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Discover some of the egos that are interested in your sudden appearance.

Reader is implied female. Probably a lil yandere later. This will be an ongoing series with varying uploads.

Please be patient if you decide to read. Very slow burn in the beginning. I will try to update links as I go.

18+ for violence, problematic behavior and gore mention (also the egos are very degrading so tread with caution pls). I do not endorse possessive behavior, please seek counseling if you are experiencing such occurrences. I only encourage indulgence in fictional situations, thank you.

Tw: Potential hurtful speech, swearing, yandere behavior, obsessive and possessive behavior, violence, kidnapping, threats with weapons, gore mentions, mental health talk and possibly more that I am currently forgetting.

Sfw only

Chapter list:

Act 1

Act 2 (ch.1)

(ch.2)

(ch.3)

[musingsofmessa]

The House: Chapter 1

Pairing: Antisepticeye x Female Reader

(Note: Please, feel free to repost, like, and share this story around as well. This work is based on "You, and the House," a solo journaling roleplaying game on itch.io. Unfortunately, I don't know the creator's name, but credit for the concept goes to them. If you would like to play this roleplaying game for yourself, feel free to comment and I'll send you a link to the game's page. I will also specify which tarot deck I used for the entirety of this work and post pictures of the cards drawn. Now, with that out of the way, enjoy. ❤)

The tarot deck I used to craft this story into being is "The Tarot of Vampyres" by Ian Daniels.

Content Warning: Mention of being unable to have children, slight NSFW implications

You've been looking for a new home to call your own, and by luck - or perhaps a twist of fate - you have found the perfect place on the market.

In what seems an incredibly short amount of time, the sale closes and you have the keys to your first home.

What should be a wonderful experience turns strange as you realize that you, and anyone you choose to bring with you, are not alone in this new place.

You're certain the home you've moved into is haunted.

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What does the house look like?

The house is painted a dusty lavender with grid style windows all around, even surrounding the door. The door is painted a dark chocolate color which could almost be mistaken for black. The same chocolate color surrounds all the grid windows. There is a section of the wall underneath the roof that's striped with the dark chocolate and dusty lavender. The same striped pattern is also under the roof on the opposite wall which is also sectioned as to not fully take away that beautiful lavender exterior. The stairs are also intriguing because they're patterned marble - a dusty rose and dusty baby pink equaling three steps. You can also climb the steps from the left side but not the right because of the shrubbery. There are a variety of plants along the front of the house, even a little flower bush. It's a simple house; it's design may look erratic on the outside but I think that's what drew me to this house above all the others I looked at.

What is the building's history?

The previous owners - a loving couple - left because they had some strange occurrences inside the house, at least from what the next door neighbors have said. I'm sure the shadows from the trees just spooked them and the branches just scraped at the windows.

The couple didn't stay here long because there's no indentation from any of their furniture on the carpets. I have a feeling this cute, simple house has a past much deeper than just the previous couple. Has any of the other tenants previously experienced similar sightings when they lived in this house? The realtor didn't tell me much about the house's past either, like who else has lived here which I found to be strange. I'm not one to get scared that easily but this feeling of not knowing is giving me slight chills. The realtor was quick to leave after the transaction as well and the neighbors only said a quick hello before going back into their house.

What does the spirit want?

The spirit wants someone to talk to and someone to love them back; someone to stay in the house and not leave them.

Who are you?

My name is (Y/N) and I'm twenty-five years old. My hopes and dreams for this house are simple: I want to stay here for as long as I can while I work on my writing. I hope I can be here long enough to settle down with someone. I've always wanted a baby but when I tried in the past, it didn't turn out. I just thought it was me so I never tried again.

I decided to move to this house because I just wanted to get away and be alone. No one else came with me but my family was supportive in my decision. They know I need time for myself and they didn't really pry or dig for answers as to why I want this.

My pronouns are she and her. I also have short brown hair. Sometimes I wear my glasses but other times, I don't. My eyes are (E/C) and I wear leggings a lot more than I wear skirts. I never really wear skirts.

I also write in a journal. You may also call me a feminist in the sense that I personally believe all women have a right to their own body and to also stand up for themselves, but I don't hate all men. I have a stuffed cow named Mr. Moo as well.

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3 of Skulls

I was at my desk, getting ready to do some writing in my notebook. Then, my favorite pen moved slightly from where I'd originally placed it. Maybe I bumped it without knowing, but I couldn't have.

I tried my best to write - out of sight, out of mind. My laptop was open, sitting at the center of my desk. As I kept scribbling in my journal, I noticed at the corner of my eye that my laptop somehow woke itself from sleep mode. The screen flashed for a moment with a small static sound following. That sound didn't catch my attention too much, but the blank writing document did.

My paranoia started to set in but I did my best to ignore it. Sometimes my computer acts weird - it's old. At least that's what I tell myself. My attention went back to my journal. Suddenly, I had heard the keys of my keyboard clicking. I flung myself out of my chair, dropping my notebook and pen with a thud. I had waited to see if something else would happen, and that's when I saw it: there were words appearing on that writing document. They were hard to make out at first because the font started to glitch.

H̵̻̒e̴͉̞̬͉̓ľ̷̦̣͝l̶̮̈̉̈́ȏ̶̠̭̠̝͌̑.

My heart fell to my stomach, but I felt this urge to write back. So I did. The strange part? When I typed, my font didn't glitch.

Hi.

More writing appeared.

A̶̲̍́͛̈ͅw̷̜̱͠ẇ̷̜̲͖͔̎́,̴̡̪͓̗̄ ̵͚́ḥ̶̏͂o̸̻͖͎̰̽w̶̺͐ ̵̨͔̹̓̈́͒c̴̹͔̿̀̋͊͜ų̴̝͇́̈́͜t̴̝̫̟͂͠ȇ̵̼͗̕.̵̼̹̞̃ ̴̼̩̳͈͊̆̈̾Ṅ̶̮͗o̵̧͐ͅt̷̖̺̃̽̆̎ ̴͍̆m̵̡̖̤͂̕ŭ̷̝̝c̸̛̳̭̱͈̅h̷̛̺͇͖̖͒̔̀ ̴̰̤̈̈͝͝ơ̸̬f̷̢̣̏̋̀͗ͅ ̸̛͖̺̑̅͌à̸̡̨̮̃́͋ ̶̖̇̔͑͆t̵̯͇̙̽̀ͅa̸̱͛̄l̶̢̒͌ḳ̸̛̦͙̎̋ĕ̵͇̪r̸͚̫̾͋ ̷̞̟̦̇ẅ̷̖͔̰̖́h̷͖̪͍̃͛̿e̷͚̦̣͋͊̏͜ṋ̸̍͋ ̴̎̈́͊̕͜y̷̟̐̍͛͝o̴͇̯̔͌ṵ̵̟͉̐'̷̩̞̾̓̈́͊r̴̗̙̦̊̓̌͝e̶̳̜͚̔ ̶͓͌͛̈́͘s̶̡̹̦͛̋ͅc̴̳̮͑́a̷̼͙̔̉̓ͅr̶̠̼͑ḛ̵͕͖̅͋͝d̸̠̖́̍́̃.̶̞̬̖̃

My laptop screen glitched slightly and I could hear white noise when I went back to typing on the keyboard. As I began to write, the noise ceased.

I'm not really scared. I just never thought I'd already have a house guest the first day in my new house.

For a moment, I felt a cold touch on the back of my hand. I got startled, pulling my hand back in shock with a small gasp.

D̷̡̓͑͋i̵̙̙̊́͌͘d̵͔̙̽͗̿̈́ṇ̸͓̼͉̃͑̉'̸͖̗̮̰̊̚t̴̢̯̻̽ ̷̰͂̾m̵̺̤̹̾̓̕͜e̵̢̢̐̚a̵̘͓̣̣̓n̵̲͖̰̰̓ ̵̢̻̭̀̀ẗ̶͎̝͇̠́̔o̶͓̍̃ ̵̘̅̃̚s̶̨̗̹͆͐͗t̷͙̙̓ͅã̵̆̓̚ͅr̵̹̒̇ẗ̴̡̻́̎͝l̷̥̦̄̃ë̷͙̖́ ̷̝̓͝ŷ̵̺̭͠ͅo̴̬͖͗͐̓u̸̱͙͐,̵̳̂͛ ̵̡͑̋l̵̩̋o̷̦̗̗͋̿͝v̸͓̝͙͌͊ẽ̶͓̠.̴͉͈͂͛̑͗ ̷͉̈͒͑Ȋ̸̢͎̝͈̆ ̴̢̝̝͒j̵̻̿͋̒̍ụ̸̞̍s̵̪̲̃̚t̶̥̪̣̹͛̌̏̚ ̴̙̲̠̯͂̍͌ẅ̵̖̤́͌̐̕ȁ̷͓n̷̛̬t̸̩̩̜͛̓e̶̤̭̬̓̄̉̆d̶̜̟͎̋ ̵̪̳̱̫̽̽͘t̶̜̜͇̘͒͝ő̸̡͠ ̷͔͈̣̮́̃̓̕s̸̡̰̜͗͗͌̚e̸͉̒̀̍͜e̴̲̦̫̔͛̎͝ͅ ̵̬̬̅ḯ̶́̎ͅf̷̢̙͓̊͗̈́͝ ̶̮͔̼͑I̷̬̐̔ ̴̘͉͚͆̔̀c̵̛̳̱̤̰͌͗ȯ̶̜͌̄̚͜u̷͉̾́̍l̶̳̓ḑ̶̊̆̍ ̵͙́̑̄t̵̘̠̥̦̐͛̋o̸̝͚̩̪̽̾̉͠ü̶̫̼c̵̝̀͒h̴̹̤̯͚̆ ̴̘͌̀y̶͍̯̱̰̓́̽̅ȏ̵͙̖̋͒͑u̵̘͉̟̝̍́.̶̦̹̓͗

A soft blush began to form on my cheeks as I went back to typing to the disembodied spirit.

It's okay. It was just... unexpected.

My screen glitched again as I felt a soft breath against my shoulder. It felt like they were right behind me, even though what was behind me was nothing.

Ȉ̵̻̘'̶̡͠m̵̬̝̩͐͐̉͝ ̸̣̈́a̵̻͋l̵̰̪͈̅l̸͎̋ ̸̱̥͌ǎ̸̠͇b̸̦̜̑ò̶̟̖͆́ų̶̡̩̓͛t̴̜̼͊̽̀̕ ̷͈̙͕̈́͘u̸̪͛̄͐̏ǹ̶̞̗͋̋ë̵̡̛̼̬́͒x̵̘̳̓̓p̴̳̞̬̐̔́̈́e̵͎̩͗͋̂͘č̶̩͍̲̟t̸͉̣̍͂̋̚è̴̗̀d̴̯̩̒̾̎̕,̸͔͉͙̂͆̈́͘͜ ̸̹̳̤̃̍͐͛ͅd̵̼̝̞̮̂̚ȃ̵̧̦̟͉̾̄͘r̸͍̳̦̓l̶̫̝̳͂̂̚ͅi̸̢̧̩̇̕͝n̵͔̂g̸͙̦̠̟͒́̂͝.̸̪͎͇̒

Then, an epiphany struck me, so I wrote to them once more.

Are you a male spirit?

Y̴̧͖͊͌̏͘ͅo̴̡̳͋̌̆̉u̸̟̎'̸̰͉̓̒̇l̴̝̗̩̓̕l̵̩̓͋ ̷̨̠͗͆̕j̷̣̺̘͂̀͝ǔ̵͖̻̯̘ŝ̴̱̩͠t̵̡͗ ̶̛̜́̀h̴͚͐̑͘̕ä̸̡͍͍́̀͘v̴̨̖͇̞̉̓e̶͙̐̀̚ ̷́͝ͅt̴̝̓̅o̸͎̻̣͐̓͂͘ ̴̺̂̔w̸͚͇̪̐̐ͅă̷͎̠̐̍͠ȋ̵̹t̸̹̣̼̣̔͝ ̵͖̥͒̔̉̍ą̶̩̖͇͒ņ̵̬̔̋ď̵̺̍ ̷͉͔̒́̈͂ş̷͙͔̔̏͐̃e̵̪͇̫͊̇͛́è̵̝̤.̸̠̣̦͔̓͘

After that statement, my screen glitched a couple more times until it shut off completely. Prior to it shutting off, though, the glitching and static made it look like a face was inside the screen. I couldn't get a good enough look to see what the spirit looked like. Maybe it just shows that I need sleep, and all of this is actually crazy. But some part of me actually likes this spirit and wants to see them again. Or maybe that's the sleep deprivation talking. I know: crazy.

[constancek301120]

Why cant i still for the life of me figure out the tags in Ao3 cause all i want is to read some seriously smutty antisepticeye x reader female fanfiction is that really to much to ask

[jayyisntcool]

Girlfriend Part 2 (Antisepticeye X Reader)

Summary: Smut Smut Smut

Warnings: Smut, Female Reader

Pairing: Anti X Reader

Part One:

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"Let's take this to the bedroom"

You happily obliged to Antis room, letting him pick you up and teleport the both of you to the bed. Once there, he forcefully threw you onto the bed, his knife appearing in his hand. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this to ya', doll face." He growled into your ear. He smirked as he leaned over you, using his knife to cut through your shirt, looking you up and down. "Hope all these clothes are replaceable." He mumbled before doing the same to the rest of your clothes.

You were to overwhelmed to speak. Once your situation finally hit you, you smirked. Sex with a demon was something new. "Your eager, couldn't even properly strip me." You teased, leaning up and grabbing the demons face roughly to kiss him. He quickly asserted dominance, his tongue roughly parting your lips and his free hand pinning down your arms. He pulled away, quickly ridding himself of his shirt before cutting a strip of fabric off of his black tee, using it to tie your hands to the headboard.

"Now, doll, I'd stop with the backtalk." He spoke harshly, running his knife over your chest before setting it down and unbuttoning his trousers. You nodded, willing to go along with his game this time. He can learn to deal with your bratty side later. He smiled, happy that you listened before stripping off his bottoms and crawling into the bed. "So pretty for me, all tied up." He spoke, leaning forward to kiss and bite your chest. You moaned slightly, making him smirk and move down further. He reached your heat, slowly smirking before licking in-between your folds. You moaned softly, his tongue was abnormally long and it felt like heaven when he pushed into you.

"Anti- fuck- please." You moaned, gripping onto the fabric that held your hands in place. Anti chucked slightly, moving his hand up to you with your sensitive clit. His paced slowly quickened, making you melt into a moaning mess. "Please- Im-" As soon as the demon heard your begging he stopped his actions, popping up from his position to meet eyes with you.

"You taste sweet, doll. But you don't get to cum. Not yet." He teased, using his forearms to hold himself up over you. He slid off his boxers before slowly teasing your entrance before pushing in slowly, letting out what was almost a growl. "So tight for me, doll."

You moaned loudly as he started thrusting into you. His head moved down to your chest and neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks on whatever skin he had access to. You quickly were pushed back into a state of bliss, moaning loudly as you came. You clenched around Anti, his hand suddenly meeting your neck and squeezing harshly.

"Did I say you could cum, slut?" He spoke, thrusting into you harsher than he was before. You shook your head, knowing better than to disobey him. "If you want to finish so bad, than you can do it again. And again. Until I stop, understand?" He growled, moving his hand from your neck to your clit, rubbing harshly as he came, his pace not decreasing. You moaned a sting of curses as you came again, the pleasure almost being overwhelming as Anti kept his pace. He moaned loudly as you reached you third peak and him his second, pulling out and roughly yanking the fabric from around your wrists. "Next time, you listen to me, alright doll face?" He questioned, flipping over to lay down and pulling you close to him. You nodded, to fucked out to talk as you curled into him, his cool skin being soothing to your bruised body.

"Thank you, master."

"Anything for you, princess."

[sleepychai-fics]

Jacksepticeye x Fem!Reader - Possessed

Request: Anon: Gaaaasp open requests?? How about a Jack x fem!reader, where (y/n) gets replaced by her secret evil ego and Jack figures it out?

Pronouns = female

Tag list:

@thecinnabitch @fanderrawr

If you’d like to be tagged in any works I do, don’t be afraid to ask!

Words: 1776

I’m so sorry this is late. I failed my promise again I’m so sorry, please forgive me. Also I know it’s not exactly valentines-ey but it was the next thing on my list to type and I just wanted to get something out. Anyway I hope you enjoy

Entering the house set off all kinds of alarms for Sean. He pauses in the doorway, overcome by the dense atmosphere that seemed to fill the house, and takes a cautious look around the house.

“(Y/n)?” He calls out with hesitance. With no immediate response, he begins to panic.

After closing and locking the door, he begins to search each room. With every empty room, his anxiety grows. The fear of the unknown aura looms over him with every frantic step which only fuels his anxiety.

He turns to the kitchen, th last place yet to look.

It’s subtle, but the slight change of atmosphere is evident. Sean stops just before the kitchen, taking his place against the wall as he tries to get a sense of the mood.

The density remains but now holds the feeling of distress and misery. But even with the concentrated aura, it feel as if it’s being held back, restrained, preventiong it from complete expression, taken over by an overwhelming force of psychic energy. How Sean knew this was beyond him, but there was no mistaking it; his mind was thrumming with an electric numbness, there was no other identification for the invisible force.

Sean take a deep breath, preparing himself for what might present itself, and stepped foot into the kitchen doorway.

There you were, back to him with a steaming kettle on one side and a coffee jar on the other.

Relief should be flooding over Sean, but its not. Instead he feels more apprehensive.

“(Y/n)?”

“Sean!” You shout with glee. You turn around, once putting down the spoon in your hand, and approach Sean. “Hey Baby! I missed you!” You wrap your arms around Sean’s neck and hug him tightly.

Hesitantly, Sean places his hands on your hips. He takes this moment to recollect what he’d just seen.

Your skin had paled in colour. Your eyes, though lively, looked dull and soulless. And he couldn’t stop recalling the flicker of anguish and struggle that flushed beneath your pupils.

It was as if there was someone behind them, trapped and trying to escape.

Sean gathers up the confidence to speak.

“I-I wasn’t gone long love. I only went down to the grocery store.” Sean pushes you away, enough to gaze into your eyes.

You look at him sweetly and let go of the embrace. “I know but I still missed you.”

Sean’s heart flutters as you return to the counter to continue making the coffee. He chews on his lips briefly, deep in thought as he speaks once again.

“I couldn’t find any tampons at the store, they ran out of stock.”

“Oh that’s fine. I’m sure we can make time to go out tomorrow.”

His heart begins to thunder against his chest as fear floods through his veins. He takes another minute to compose himself, clenching up his fists tightly by his side and staring at you with uneasiness. As he musters up his courage, he silently prays, hoping that his mind would be proven wrong.

“We’re doing a cola with Mark and Amy tomorrow.”

“Oh, well then I’m sure we can still make time to go out for a few minutes.”

Hope breaks inside of Sean’s mind as he sets his face in rage and takes a step back. His mind fills with dread and begins to prepare for what may turn out to be an emotional battle.

“You’re not (Y/n).”

You choke out a laugh, glancing over your shoulder at Sean. “Sean! You’re being silly.”

“No, I’m not” His voice drops dangerously low and he’s not sure if it’s from anger, sorrow, worry or all three. “I never went to the grocery store, I dropped off a game USB for Robin. (Y/n) doesn’t need tampons, she has contraception. And the collar isn’t until next week.”

The room is blanketed in silence as Sean finishes his discovery. You stand there in place at the counter, back to Sean and hands frozen mid-air above the mugs. The air is thick with tension and if that doesn’t dive away anything, the change in aura does. Instead of being is distress, it seems to have a will of power, clawing at the wisp of freedom before once again being taken over by the comprehensive energy.

“I should’ve had telepathy.”

Soft scraping jerks Sean’s attentions to the curtains. He gasps as he stares at the moving fabric as it slides across the railing itself, only stopping when it completely covered the windows and glass door.

His eyes gaze at the unexpected occurrence and he can only stand there and witness in shock.

A low chuckle draws his attention back to you and he surprises and shock only seems to continue from there.

Your beautiful (e/c) eyes are replaced with metallic purple ones. What once held kindness and grace, now stares at Sean with menace and pure evil. 

Your fingers had been twitched ar slight angles and a misty blue emitted from your palms, dripping down in thin strings of air and pooling at your feet.

The lights begin to dim as you creep your way towards Sean.

He wanted to move, to back away, but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. Something was stopping him from moving, keeping him in place. And it didn’t take him a second thought to know it was you.

“Can you feel it?” Your voice dripped with venom, lower than your honey sweet voice, and flaunting danger. Sean grunts in struggle as you begin to circle him, eyes tracking you with each step you take. 

He tried to move his head but is unable to do anything but watch as you disappear from his vision.

“That raw power around the room?” You taunt him, giggling with wicked delight as you firmly grab a hold of his shoulder, making his breath hitch. “That’s me.” You whisper into his ear and walk around the room to face him.

“Who are you?” Sean seethes through his lips, blue eyes glaring into your stone cold ones.

“Oh sweetie. I’m what you humans would call, an ego. But is a name is what you’re looking for,” You lean towards Sean, eyes seductively looking into his. “Call me Ziera.”

“What have you done to (Y/n)!?” Sean yells in a futile attempt.

You pat his cheek and pout. “Oh hush baby, she’s still here. In fact,” You tap your temple. “She’s right here, watching us with a front row seat. Isn’t that great?”

“No.” Sean grunts, his heart breaking at the thought of you being mentally restrained.

“Oh yes.” You whisper with delight, giggling and lifting a hand, letting your fingers graze his cheek. “You wanna know what she’s doing now?”

Sean continues to seethe in anger through his teeth, glaring fiercely at you.

“She’s screaming, begging to be let free. Begging to be with you. Begging me not to hurt you. How pathetic is that huh? So pitiful.”

“Let her go!”

“Oh? But our fun has only just begun!” Your fingers slide down his throat as you step away form him, hands hovering by your sides. “There’s still so much I want to do to you.”

Sean grunts and huffs in anger as he tries to fight against the invisible force holding him back.

You smile drops. “You wanna know the amazing thing about telekinesis?” 

Sean’s breath hitches as you raise your hand in front of you, fingers barely inches apart. 

“You don’t even have to touch the object. It’s all about the mind.” With that, you inch your fingers closer together, and Sean’s throat closes against his will.

He chokes and desperately urges for his throat to open up and allow him the breath he is being denied, but it’s no use.

He stares at you in fear as he suffers painfully. You stand there with a smirk, an evil glint in your eyes. But as Sean strains to focus on your eyes, he sees a flicker of pain.

Black spots begin to cloud his vision and a light headed feeling creeps up on him. Hope fades for a second, but rises once again.

A flurry of power overtakes him in a rush and he barely see the lights spark as a powerful impact within him explodes, sending him a few feet on the floor.

Sean gasps and moves his hands to his throat, itching his throat as he regains the oxygen he was denied. He lays there for a minute, panting and coming to terms with his very much alive state, before lifting his head up towards the kitchen. The sight before him is just another shocker to add to the night.

Anti pushes you up against the counter, his hand wrapped around your throat and pushing your head against the cupboard. His other hand, armed with his knife, presses against your stomach, barely spilling blood.

Power radiates from the room as your glowing purple eyes menacingly at the ones of the glitch demons, which glares with an equally menacing one.

“So, glitch bitch finally decided to pop in huh?” You growl.

Anti’s own growl is chopped up with the static and glitches that courses through him in anger. “Don’t call me that.”

“Awe, did I hit a nerve?” Your taunt causes Anti to growl press the knife into your stomach, piercing the skin.

Sean jerked up onto his feet, reaching out with his hand. “Anti don’t -“ 

“Oh hush, I know this is your girlfriend. It’s a minor flesh wound, nothing the doc can’t fix.”

The reassurance, although weird, sent comfort and gratitude over Sean, something he had never experienced with Anti.

“So, why decide to pop in now? And not while your host was frozen?” You spoke with venom.

“You can mess with him all you like but I’m the only one who can kill him.”

And just like that, the comfort is gone.

“Only because you can resurrect him.”

“That’s right!”

You look from Anti to Sean, then back to Anti. “Well, it’s clear that my presence isn’t wanted.”

“Never was to begin with.”

“So I’ll be on my way shall I?”

“Not so fast.” Anti growls, snarling viscously at you. “Get out of her body.”

Your smirk is off-putting, more so as power pulses around the room. “No can do.”

With a rush of wind and a blast of power, Anti is sent flying across the room, crashing through the glass window.

Blue mist pools around you and leaks from your body. You turn to Sean, eyes locking with his.

“She’s mine.”

With a flash of light and an eruption of blue mist, you’re gone.

~

poof!

[mangled-dreams]

Making Memories: 10

Making Memories 10: Heart to Heart

Chapter 10

Hiding underneath your blankets in your bedroom of your parent’s house, you dread getting out of bed. It’s been three days since Dark pinned you down and somehow convinced you to entertain the idea of an open relationship with him and Anti, and now you’re scared to see either demons.

When Anti had come back home later that evening you’d become a complete and utter mess. Dark had explained the whole thing and Anti seemed to accept once it was clear you hadn’t immediately vetoed the idea, but it did nothing to ease your heart.

You ran into Anti’s arms and refused to leave them until you’d passed out and he put you to bed.

Sighing, a timid knock at your door brings you out of your comforter cocoon. “Yes?”

“Emily, I’ve made breakfast; are you hungry?” Your mother calls.

“Coming.” You respond. You hear her retreat to the stairs, and slowly emerge from your bedding. Changing into a pair of jogging sweats and fleece lined hoodie, you head down stairs to meet your mother.

The moment your mother lays eyes on you, her face brightens. You love your mother and she loves you dearly. Smiling back, you take a seat at the table and load up your plate with scrambled eggs with a light sprinkling of pepper, waffle squares, hash browns, and three slices of bacon.

“My, are you hungry this morning?” Your mother coos happily.

Smiling sheepishly in response, you shovel eggs into you mouth followed by some bacon.

“Emi, I wanted to talk to you about something…”

Pausing, you stare at your mother in question. It’s never been good when she starts a conversation like this. Last time it was to tell you about your grandmother’s hospitalization. She waits for you to set down your utensils.

“Emi, I… I know it’s not my place to question your relationships; but I’ve been wondering if you are,” Her voice drops as if someone could come into the kitchen any moment. “Are you cheating on your punk rock boyfriend?”

Laughter bubbles in your chest at her question. “Jack?” You ask softly. “No, no mom. I am not cheating on him. He goes by Anti.”

“Anti, that’s right! You kids go by such odd names these days.” SHe mutters.

“No, you’re seeing one of his friends. He’s kind of punkish too. He goes by Dark.” You tell her, partially lying. Dropping your gaze to the plate before you, you debate talking to your mother…

“You look troubled. Did this boy do anything to you?” Your mother asks in a serious tone.

Shaking your head, you tell her, “No. No, nothing like that. I just… What do you think about open relationships?”

“Open? What does that mean?”

Biting your lower lip for a second you tell her, “In a context you can grasp; I’m dating Anti, but I also want to date Dark. Instead of cheating or sneaking around, Anti and I have a deal that we can date one, or more people and be truthful about it.”

Your mother gasps at the explanation. “There are people that do that?” She asks, her age showing clearly.

Her expression makes it hard to keep from giggling softly.

“Does Anti want another girlfriend?” Your mother asks angrily.

Quickly you shake your head. “No, it wasn't Anti. I promise.” You assure her. “I just… I think I might be developing feelings for Dark, and I don’t know what to do.”

Your mother coos at your obvious discomfort. “Has this Dark, has he indicated he’d be okay with you cheating on Anti with him?”

“Yes… No… I can’t tell. I’ve only ever been interested in Anti. It’s hard to read other people, especially when it comes to romantic notions.” You explain as best as you can.

Your mother hums to herself, mulling over your words. “How do you feel about it? Even if Anti and Dark are okay with this kind of relationship; would you be happy? When it comes down to it, Emily, you have to be comfortable with the state of your relationship.Some times being in love with two people means you have to make a hard choice and hope it’s the right now.”

Nodding, you slowly pick at your food, eating bits and pieces here and there as your mother moves about the kitchen. When you finally finished breakfast, you thank your mother, wash your dishes, then take your car into town. You need to do some retail therapy to mull something more productive over in your head.

“Can I help you find anything?” A tall, leggy brunette asks walking up to you.

Shaking your head you respond, “No, I’m doing alright.” She nods.

“If you need anything, my name is Tiffany.” she adds before walking away with a painted smile.

Watching the woman move on to another person, you continue your browsing through summer clearance before deciding to move on to fall fashion.

“Did you see that hot guy out front? He looked like he was searching for someone.” A young woman, probaby twenty two squeals happily.

“You should totally go talk to him. I mean, he probably has a girlfriend, but you’re so much hotter.” Her equally aged friend responds.

Rolling your eyes, you try to ignore their squealing, but a part of you has an urge to see who’s standing outside the store. You wonder if it’s a poor soul shopping with his wife or girlfriend and she moved on without telling him.

“Look at him. Go talk to him; go.” The friend urges again.

Unable to hold back, you walk to the windows and peek outside beyond the mannequins. Jaw dropping you realize the two girls are talking about Anti. His head turns, finding you, smiles and heads into the store. The girls cheer upon seeing him enter the shop.

Smiling meekly, you wave to Anti. “Hey.” You greet as he passes the two young women,

“Your mother said you went shopping.”

You nod. “You could have called me.”

He shrugs. “But then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” His smile is all the reward you need.

“Are you hungry?”

“Always.” He teases looking you up and down.

“Food, Anti.” you correct laughing.

He smirks. “That’ll do for now.” He teases again, wrapping his arms around your, holding you tight against his chest.

“Come on, Romeo. Let’s get some food.” You chuckle happily.

“Whatever makes you happy, Emi.” He whispers softly. His lips press into your hair. “I just want you happy.”

His words hit your hard. “I am happy, Anti. I’m happy with you.” You assure him, resting your head against his chest. “We need to sit down and talk about Dark when we get home.” You add quietly.

“I know. For now, let’s enjoy ourselves.” He agrees. Leading out of the shop, Anti shows you down the mall to an upscale restaurant.