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coff33notforme · 1 year

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The Actor falling in love

A/n: Shorter break than expected, but I probably won't get back to posting regularly right away, I wanted to do some simple headcannons but this became a whole ass fic, so I'll probably do more headcannons with Actor soon. Enjoy!

Pairing: Actor and Gender neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, being intoxicated, swearing, and a pinch of angst

Mark wouldn't realize he's in love, not for a long time, it might even take years for him to realize. But once he did it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Marks been your friend for seven years now. Frankly he's surprised you've stuck around for that long, but hes grateful, grateful you've decided to put so much effort into the greedy person that he is. Especially considering you didn't have the humblest beginnings.

Mark was a piece of shit, well he was to everyone, but it seemed he had a specific hatred for you, he detested you more than anyone else. As though your mere presence brought him complete and utter anguish.

So why would you choose to stay with him? Why did you beckon him closer, despite his protest.

Yet, no matter how much he pushed you away from him, you always seemed to come back. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of letting someone in, letting someone see all of him not just the cocky, ignorant facade he put up. Yet you ignored the red flags, you broke down his walls without warning. And begrudgingly he let you in.

And soon he felt every time you had to leave he only longed for you closer, he wanted to pull you back into him and never let you go. As selfish as it sounded, you completed him, you made him feel loved for who he was, not who he was supposed to be.

Whenever he was with you he felt complete, not like the half of a whole he felt when he sat by himself, not a shell of a man, that he was when he was lost in thought.

And the more time he spent with you the more his admiration for you grew, when you entered a room his heartbeat quickened, when you flashed him a smile his cheeks grew red, and when your hand brushed his he felt his head became dizzy.

He had grown to care for you more than he had cared for anybody, he felt like a better person when he was with you, you didn't make him feel like a bad person, you forced him to accept the bad parts of himself with the good. And at first it was horrifying, but you made it seem worth it. And thats when it hit him.

Fuck, he was in love with you

At first he tried to fight these feelings whenever you were near, he couldn't stop the hammering of his heart in his chest. He contemplated running, running from it, from you. But he couldn't. He needed you more than he realized.

And he couldn't bring himself to just disappear from your life, he didn't want to hurt you like that. But he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t in love with you, so he had two choices, he had to leave or he had to confess.

Mark felt a sensation of dread well up in his stomach, for days he contemplated every possible outcome, each scenario growing darker than the last. He had to tell you how he felt, even if it was selfish to hope that someone like you loved him, it was a risk he was willing to take, for his love for you was far greater than his fear of rejection.

He needed it to be casual, though his dramatic fantasy of kissing you on the beach the sun setting behind the two of you, the blend of orange, red, and pink creating the perfect backdrop. No, he couldn't get ahead of himself only to get his heart shattered.

He had invited you to dinner at his house, a simple meal shared between friends, everything was going well you’d spent the evening chatting, just enjoying each others company out on the balcony. That was until Mark had poured you two some wine, he just couldn't help himself.

It wasn't long till Mark felt like his head was lighter than air while his body felt heavier, as though he was glued to the chair.

While you talked you held your gaze among the stars above you twinkling brightly in the dark pool of blue. Mark couldn't help but zone out, enraptured in your beauty as you babbled on Mark didn’t even know what you were saying at this point.

But then you turned to meet his gaze, maybe it was the wine but he could have cared less that you caught him staring

You tilted your head at him your eyebrows furrowing in confusion

“Mark, are you okay?” you asked, his head bobbled drunkenly.

“You're so pretty, my love.” he slurred, his fears washed away by the wine in his hand. The man wore a lopsided smile, that tugged from one corner of his face to the other. Your eyes widened, before a sweet smile spread across your face as you chuckled lightly

"Okay, well I think you're drunk enough, time for bed." you whispered gently, taking hold of the wine in his hand and placing it on the table set up on the balcony.

You swung his arm around your neck hoisting him up as you dragged him off the balcony, though it took time and effort you managed to drag him into the kitchen, you propped him up against a chair, his body slumped over lazily while Mark let out a deep groan. You walked into the silent kitchen, opening a wooden cabinet to fetch Mark a glass of water that would, hopefully, sober him up.

You flicked the cold water on, watching the cup fill up as you glanced at the man slumped over on the dinning table. As the cup filled you switched the water off, walking to Mark you placed the cup down, taking a seat next to him as you pushed the water towards him.

Mark grumbled in response, lifting his head from the table to peer out at what had been shoved towards him, he frowned at the cup placed in front of him, sending you a fretful pout.

"What is this for?" he asked, his words jumbled together as he spoke.

"I need you to drink this Mark, or you're going to feel awful in the morning." you spoke in a hushed tone, like a mother cooing to her child. Mark frowned putting his head back down ignoring your concern. You sighed as you scooted closer to the stubborn man.

You lifted him up with a grunt, his body sat against the chair like he was a rag doll that had just been tossed across the room, in any other circumstance you would have found this amusing, maybe even cute. But right now Mark was being a pain in your ass.

"Mark, open your mouth please." without question the man opened his jaw, you grabbed the cup and placed it to his lips gently, pouring the liquid into his mouth.

"Swallow, all of it." you stated firmly. Again, Mark obeyed your instructions. Leaning back in his chair he threw his head back closing his eyes.

"If you want to sleep we have to go up the staircase." you said, earning another groan from the man. You deadpanned, feeling you, yourself groan at the man's antics.

Swinging his arm over your shoulder again.

Shit, This was going to be a lot harder

You thought to yourself as you gazed upon Mark's imperial staircase. Begrudgingly you began to drag the man up the stairs heaving, with each step, you looked up, you weren't even close to the top.

"Why are you so good to me?"

The question caught you off guard, it was uncharacteristically gentle, it felt sincere, which was a rare thing from the cocky man.

You looked down to Mark.

"What do you mean?"

There was a moment of silence, before the man spoke again.

"You're still here, my arrogant, selfish nature drives everyone away, they all leave. But not you, why?" his voice held a genuine sound of confusion.

"Well, I care about you, and I don't think any of those things about you. Sure you can be ignorant and sometimes even stubborn. But I still care a lot about you." and to this Marks head shot up a hopeful look dancing in his chocolate eyes.

"Do you love me?"

Your eyes widened, what could you say? You wanted to tell him the truth. Taking a deep breath, you turned your gaze to the top of the stairs now nearing closer than before.

"I do, I love you Mark." you mentally cursed at how your voice wavered. Mark let out a dramatic sigh, catching your attention.

"Oh love, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words from you."

And with that you had reached the top, looming down the dark hallway you hobbled into Marks room. Flicking the lights on, you dragged him to his bed laying him down on his velvety sheets. He looked so peaceful, his dark eyes resting, his face softening as his chest rose softly. You smiled, turning to leave the actor to rest.

You stopped as you felt a hand wrapped around your wrist. You turned to see Mark peering at you behind heavy eyes.

“Where are you going?”

"Downstairs to sleep."

Marks face fell, a pleading look in his eyes.

"You're not going to leave? Leave me?" he asked, his grip tightening.

You sighed, turning and crouching in front of the man.

"Of course not."

"Then would you please stay? Just for a little longer." he paused "I can't let you go."

You smiled, yawning feeling a bit tired yourself.

"Of course." you replied, standing up, and crawling over Mark as you laid beside him, resting your eyes, as you allowed yourself to fade into the darkness. It wasn't long until you felt arms wrap around you as, Mark's heart beat lulled you to sleep.

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intolerable-sushi · 3 months

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Loving madness

Wilford x reader

Hello folks!!! I am currently sick with the flu, so I have had time to go through my drafts and work on things!!! This is an wilford x gn reader story that I may or may not continue depending on how I feel. Let me know if yall like it, enjoy!!!

Your friends had dragged you to a new club on your birthday to celebrate despite you begging for a small party. Instead of a couple of drinks with your friends inside your perfectly temperate house, you were now sweating like a pig in the corner of the club. Your friends were having a good time at least, with each finding a random guy to grind on. You could barely hold the panic that threatened to spill out of your throat as the club became more crowded. You hated this. You needed to get some air. You could barely make your way through the crowd as you searched for some sort of sanctuary. As your panic began to overflow and tears started to cloud your eyes, you bumped into a man as he turned around, spilling your drink all over him. You began to apologize profusely afraid that he would be angry with you, as he had every right to be.

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Loving Wilford had been a mistake. A mistake that you could have easily avoided if you hadn’t been so short-sighted and naive. It had all been going so well when you had first met.

“Now, now, it's alright darling. A little spill never hurt anyone. These things happen all the time! Now, are you alright?” The man was tall , wearing a yellow shirt and khakis. His smile was warm under his mustache and his eyes had this spark in them. You froze, he was beautiful. “Miss I understand that I am quite a catch if I do say so myself, but I do believe that you need to breathe.” You need to breathe? Oh shit you had stopped breathing. You took in a quick gasp before apologizing again. His eyes appeared to soften as he looked at you.

“You look like you are having a rough night. Why don’t we get you outside for some air?” He placed his hand on the small of your back as he guided you towards the door. Once the two of you were outside he sat you down on a chair that you were sure wasn’t there when you had walked out. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s gotten someone as stunning as you all frazzled.” You explained that today was your birthday, and that your friends had dragged you to this new club despite you wanting a small get together. Everyone else was having fun, but the atmosphere was overwhelming to you. You didn’t want to ruin everyone’s fun so you just stayed quiet. The tears that had been collecting in your eyes began to fall. You just wanted to go home now.

The man had listened silently to your explanation before letting out a huff. “ Those don’t sound like very good friends. Today is YOUR birthday not theirs. You should be doing what you want to do today!” You stated you would rather not cause any problems. The man huffed again, “Wanting to be celebrated in a way you enjoy is not causing problems.” The man appeared to be almost steaming as he began to pace in front of you muttering to himself.

You stood up from your chair and said you would rather just head back to your apartment now. The man stopped his pacing and turned to you, “Alright, but may I walk you home to ensure your safety.” You thought about it for a second. This definitely was not the safest part of town, so walking by yourself was risky but at the same time, you didn’t know this man. You couldn’t help but eye him suspiciously. Was he really safe or did he have another motive?

The man seemed to realize what you were thinking and he cleared his throat. “ My apologies, where are my manners? My name is Willia- I mean, Wilford Warfstache at your service.” He said while taking a deep bow with his hand to his chest. You couldn’t help but to giggle at the name. Warfstache, what an interesting name. You decided that he seemed kind enough and told him he could walk you home.

The two of you talked the entire way there. Wilford was kind, passionate, and funny. He had so many stories to tell and you felt like you could listen to him for hours. He made you smile and you couldn’t help the feelings of butterflies forming in your stomach. Before you parted ways that night you gifted Wilford with your number and a kiss on the check.

The two of you began to see each other regularly and talked almost nonstop. Being with Wilford felt like a dream. He was a gentleman in all things, but he helped push you out of your comfort zone. The two of you had gone on skating dates, picnic dates, and you even went to a dance club at some point. Wilford had kept you close to make sure you were safe and comfortable.

You were so happy and naive that you had ignored the problems and red flags. Wilford rarely talked about his past, with the only people he ever brought up being his childhood friends Mark and Damien. Sometimes he would mention a past love, but he didn’t seem to remember her name. Which brought up another concern; his memory. He struggled with simple things like the date, or even where he was. Which explained why he didn’t talk about his past. You suggested he go see a doctor multiple times, but he would refuse with a kind smile every time.

Other issues were harder to ignore, like when he started to just appear in places. In the apartment he could be in the bedroom one minute, and then in the kitchen the next. You explained it away with you just not paying attention, but that excuse didn’t work when he did it outside the house. Walking away to go to the bathroom only to appear in front of you when you turn back around. You should have started asking questions then. You should have payed attention as the light slowly left his eyes, when his face began to have random twitches, or when his mustache started to turn fucking pink. You ignored it all, explaining it all away in your head like a naive fool. Maybe you could have saved him. It’s too late to know now.

Eventually his descent went from a trickle of odd occurrence to a waterfall of concerns. You would come home to him sitting at the table with a drink in hand staring at the wall muttering to himself. You could only catch the words “I did” from him. He would snap out of it when you would call him, and go back to being regular old Wilford, but over time even that stopped working. He would avoid the topic every time you brought it up, saying, “I’m fine love, I promise.” As this went on you could no longer ignore the fact that he started to randomly appear in your house when you knew he wasn’t there. You had screamed at him the first time he walked into the kitchen from your room. The two of you started to argue. He refused to talk to you about anything, and you were begging him to get help. You could see him slipping further and further from you, but he was just being so stubborn.

Everything came to a head when you had been watching the news one night. There had been a massacre, two men and three women had been shot and killed. “The killer is still at large.” The news reporter stated, “ It is suggested that everyone stay in their homes until further notice. Talks of city wide curfew are currently in the works”

Your front door suddenly slammed open! You turned to see Wilford staggering inside before slamming the door closed behind him.“Darling are you home?” He called, “You would not believe the night I’ve had!” You felt relief wash over you seeing your love, but that feeling stopped when something shun in his hand. A gun. Your blood froze for a second as you stared at the weapon. You were no longer listening to Wilford as questions flooded your head. Did he kill those people? Wilford would never hurt anyone!! He’s been so kind!! But why is he holding it right now? Why is it not holstered? Is that smoke?

“Darling?” Wilford had noticed you staring at his gun. He looked behind you to see the news broadcast. “Oh that? That was just a little accident, my love, no need to worry! It’ll work itself out!” An accident? It had been an accident? So why did he run? You looked into his eyes and your body couldn’t help but stiffen. There was no regret or sadness for the lives he had taken. The madness that you had been ignoring had taken over his eyes. Even the love he had for you was hard to find. You couldn’t help but be afraid for a moment.

His smile began to falter as he stared at you. “My love? What’s wrong? You know I would never hurt you right? It was just an accident I swear.” He slowly began to approach you with his hands up, but the gun was still in hand. You scrambled off the couch to get away from him. His face fell at that moment. He backed towards the kitchen before slumping onto the table, “I’ve lost it haven’t I,” He whispered almost to himself, “ I thought I had more time, but it’s really slipped away, hasn’t it.” He finally looked back up at you, and for a moment you saw the Wilford you had met that night.

You begged him to let you help him. The two of you could fix this! You can’t lose him! You were sobbing now. You began to slowly make your way around the couch towards him.

“STAY”

You froze as he snapped at you. He looked back down at the floor. “I’m too far gone love. I’m gonna forget everything eventually. Even you…” He began to grip the edge of the table, “ You don’t deserve this. You are so sweet, and caring. I wish I could give you the world,” the table began to crack under his grip, “ I don’t deserve you. I can’t keep you safe. Not when I’m the thing putting you in danger.”

Wilford rose up from the table and looked at you with a sad smile. “ I can’t be with you love. It was selfish of me to think otherwise. I can’t destroy your life like I destroyed theirs. I have to go, but if you ever need me just call for me, and I’ll come. Even if I don’t remember you, I promise I’ll protect you.” You didn’t understand, you begged him to explain. He only shook his head. “Goodbye my love,” With that he disappeared in front of your eyes.

You haven’t seen Wilford since, and you’ve been a wreck. You loved that man. You shouldn’t but you did anyway. You just couldn’t understand any of this. What was he? Why did he kill those people? You’ve been crying yourself to sleep trying to think of the answers, but none ever came.

One night things took another turn.

You were crying in your room as you had done for many nights when suddenly, “Poor, sweet thing. All teary eyed over a lost love. Confused with no answers,” A voice called out to you from the darkness of your room. You reached to turn on the lamp on your night stand, but the light barely even reached the edge of your bed. What’s happening? “ Relax little one, I am here to help you. I have some information that could be of use to you. I don’t ask for much in return. Just a simple favor,” From the shadows stepped a man in a suit. He stood tall and proud, with gray skin like a thunder cloud. His form seemed to break and strain, with the man appearing to scream in pain for one second then be back to his standing posture the next. “Why don’t we talk about this over ice cream?”

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jokingmisfit · 11 months

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Markiplier Egos As Contacts In My Phone

Annus- 🤍Anus🤍

Darkiplier- 🥀Dark🥀

Darkiplier(Alternative)- 😏Daddy😏

Wilford- 🥸The Stacheman🥸

Wilford(Alternative)- 🫨Bubblegum Bitch🫨

Yancy- 🔪Sinnamonroll🔪

Dr.Iplier- 🧑‍⚕Your Dying🧑‍⚕

Google- 💻Smartass💻

Bing- 🛹Radical Dude🛹

Illinois- 🤠Indiana Jones🤠

Yanderiplier- 🫶Unstable Child🫶

Captain Magnum- 🏴‍☠️Dadptain🏴‍☠️

Engineer!Mark- 🧑‍🚀M2702 Boi🧑‍🚀

Eric Derikson- 🤓Cinnamonroll🤓

Old-man Mark- 🧓Granddaddy🧓

Host- 🫥Narrator🫥

Murdock- 🦆Murduck🦆

Heist!Mark- 💣Smooth Criminal💣

Stan- 💦The Water Man💦

Actor- 🕺Dramatic Bitch🕺

Jim and Jim- 👬Jim(s)👬

Cave Man Mark- Doesn't have a phone

Heehoo- Also doesn't have a phone

#characters as contacts in my phone #i hc that jims heist!mark bing and dark all put in their own contact #also hc that heehoo and caveman mark cant have phones cause they break them #definitely would have to force dark to add a damn emoji #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #markiplier #in space with markipler spoilers #a heist with markiplier #who killed markiplier

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simpofmanymen · 1 year

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Would you guys be interested in markiplier ego lore amv/lore edits? Like videos with music that also have the story/lore explained

Eg.

Just a random one might not be exactly what there like but a nice idea ya know

Ps. Does anyone got any tag tips? I’m not sure how to tag on tumbler I’m expecting it’s like TikTok and instagram

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serotonincemetery · 1 year

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Engineer!Mark x Reader

TW//Obsessive behaviour, toxic relationship, angst, blood, death, GORE

Okay so I had an idea a couple days ago, and it was, ISWM but.. Amogus? You get my drift?

Imposter!Mark x Captain!Reader

(yandere? maybaps..)

Aboard the invincible II, it was so peaceful. Everyone did their assigned jobs, you made sure no one got hurt or nothing went wrong. Everything seemed peaceful for a long time. Of course every good thing has to come to an end. In this case, the "good thing" was how smoothly everything was running. Things began to malfunction, people got hurt.

Lights began to go out more, systems failed, like asteroids or the reactor nearly blew itself up every few days. Everything started to take a long time to do because something was going wrong.

Then came the deaths.

First was Gunther

His body was found in ADS, blood spattered all over the control panel and blood running up the walls. His face beaten, nose broken, dried blood, running down his face.

When you saw his body, his stomach ripped open. A very precision-based slice from the middle chest down to just below his ribs. His small intestine spread out all over his body on display.

Cieci gagged when his body was found. When everyone had a meeting in the bridge, you had been leaning against the control panel, arms crossed, your mind whirring.

“Captain?” Mark asked softly, nudging your arm.

You snapped out of your thoughts and raised your head and noticed everyone was standing there, watching, waiting for your order and response.

“Yes?” You replied.

“What do we do?” He asked, his voice, seemingly calm, too calm.

“I-I..” You start. “I don’t know.” You sighed. You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Just, everyone do their job, I’ll deal with his body.” You muttered.

Cieci sighed. “Captain we need to do something solid! Someone on this ship is murdering our crew! How do we know that they aren’t gonna go after the colonists!?” She shouted.

“Hey!” Mark seethed. “The Captain has made his orders. Follow them out!” He commanded.

You sighed. “Dismissed.” You murmured. “Cieci, please stay back.” You watched as Mark still stood beside you. You looked at Mark as everyone filed out of the room. “Mark you too.” You sighed. “I want to talk to her alone.”

“Are you sure Captain?” He asked, seemingly annoyed, but trying to cover it with concern. You nod. He sighed as well. “Just holler for me if you need me.” He grumbled as he walked to the door, it opened before him and he walked out the door closing behind him.

You wait before looking to Cieci. “There’s something wrong with Mark.” You whisper.

Her eyes went wide. “I know! He’s begun to become more possessive over you. Not to mention the fact that he didn’t seem phased when Gunther died!” She whispered.

“We need to do something, quickly.” You muttered. “He believes I’m talking to you now for standing up to me earlier. Or at least I hope he believes it.”

“Sorry about that Captain..” She mumbled sheepishly.

“We need to keep an eye on Mark from now on, make sure he doesn’t go near the colonists. If it is him. I’m afraid of what we’ll have to do.” You sighed. “Lock him in the airlock if push comes to shove.”

Cieci let out a breath she had been holding and nodded. “Do not tell the others.”

The next death was Burt.

He died in his cryopod. What looked like to be stabbed in the gut, his cause of death was a wound in the back of his neck, a knife wound, not surprising. But it hadn’t gone all the way through. His blood ran from where his neck would’ve been and ran down to the floor, his eyes were bloody, pushed in.

Cieci was beginning to be on edge. While you and Cieci were on the bridge looking out the window, you tried to comfort her panic. The computer’s voice came over the com.

“Imminent Danger, reactor has reached extreme temperatures, calculated time until destruction. Sixty seconds.” Computer said right as several alarms started going off around the ship.

You and Cieci looked at each other before quickly running out of the bridge and down the hallway, others quickly trying to make their way there as well. You pushed past and shoved your way through and began to quickly tap on the control panel.

Finally getting the menu pulled up, you placed your hand on it and you watched Cieci rush to place her hand on it as others ran around and grabbed various things, and someone quickly pointed out that the main power tube had been cut.

You grabbed one of the other crewmates’ hands and placed it where yours was and rushed over to the tube and quickly started pulling the wires apart to retwine them together. After zapping yourself a couple of times you finally get them twined together and quickly grabbed a roll of tape from a crewmate’s belt and quickly taped it together.

The alarms turned off and you let out a sigh of relief leaning against the wall and ran a hand over your face.

Everyone was in shock from what happened.

“Dismissed. Everyone go take a breather.” You told them. They seemed to understand and left, still in shock.

You looked at Cieci, she had the same thought as you.

Mark didn’t show up. Where is he?

You and Cieci pulled Mark into what was a bunk room. Typically on the ship everyone sleeps in their cryopod, but you had urged them to put some beds in for the few crew working outside of cryogenic sleep.

You pushed him back and blocked the door with your body.

“Where were you when the reactor almost blew us up?” You asked.

“When I was working on some wires in the security room, the alarms went off and it freaked me out and I pulled the wrong wire and it disabled the door.” He explained.

“I don’t believe that.” Cieci grumbled.

“Yeah I don’t either.” You backed her up. “What about when Gunther and Burt died?”

“I was in the bridge when Gunther was found and in this room when Burt was found.” He started getting defensive. “Honestly Captain, I never thought you’d accuse me of being a murderer. Have I not proved I care as much as everyone else on this ship?” He asked harshly.

“No! Because I know for a fact you’re lying! Me and Cieci were on the bridge when Gunther’s body was found! We were there! Not you!” You outreached your hand to point at him accusingly.

Mark had seemed to have nothing to say, being caught in his lie.

“Grab him.” You ordered. Cieci quickly seized his right arm and you reached and seized his left. “Mark, by my Captain’s authority, I am placing you under arrest for murder of Gunther and Burt.” You said, almost hesitant.

You couldn't believe you had to do this to your head engineer.

You and Cieci walked him to the airlock, he seemed to panic. “Y-You’re really not thinking of throwing me out the airlock, do you, Captain?” He asked quickly.

“This is the only restrained place. We won’t eject you, but you need to be put away from the rest of the crew to stop you from hurting others.” You explained.

“I don’t think so Captain..” He growled under his breath before he easily shoved Cieci off and back into the wall before he grabbed the airlock door, and threw you in harshly.

You hit your head against the wall and felt your brain spiral, your thoughts become jumbled before little black dots ensnared your vision.

“Wakey wakey, Captain..” Mark’s voice ran through your head. “Come on Captain, it’s time to wake up~” He cooed. “You’ve been sleeping all day!” He exclaimed softly.

Your eyelids felt heavy. When you opened your eyes, Mark was crouching in front of you, you seemed to be leaning against the wall, and from what you could tell, you were still in the airlock.

“There he is.” Mark grinned. “Are you feeling okay?” He asked quietly.

“Mark, what the fuck is going on?” You asked. “Did you kill Gunther and Burt?” You asked.

Mark sighed and pushed himself up to full height, looking down on you. “They had it coming.”

You tensed. “How did they have it coming!? What did the do to drive you to fucking murder!?” You shouted as you went to push yourself up, Mark quickly raised his boot and pushed you back.

“Don’t stand, Captain, you are still just waking up, we don’t want you to hurt yourself now do we?” He asked tauntingly. You took it as a sign to listen. Considering he killed two people! He could kill you too. Mark sighed as he brought his foot back down and his eyes started to wander the small room. “You know, what makes you different, is that right now, you aren’t cowering in fear, like Cieci.” He smiled and his gaze landed on you.

You look past him, seeing the door open behind him to reveal Cieci, dead against the wall parallel to the door. Her mouth sewn shut as her eyes were pushed in and her throat was slit deeply. Her hands covered in blood from trying to stop the neck wound, ultimately failing and covering herself and her clothes with more blood.

You covered your mouth to stop yourself from gagging.

“What did you do?” You asked quietly.

“They all disobeyed your orders, showed you hostility, and disrespected you.” His voice started to get aggressive. “You should show some more appreciation, I did this for you!” He took a step towards you.

He watched as you flinched.

You flinched because you were scared of him.

“You know, I was wrong, Captain, you are just like the others, cowering in fear.” He sounded angry. “You seemed different, you seemed like you’d put up a fight.”

You glance around to see what could aid you in your mission to escape. You see nothing, only the helmet on the wall, and the only way that could work is if you got past him. You made a quick split second decision and pulled back your leg and kicked up towards his knees, quickly bringing your other boot to just barely hook behind his heels.

That knocked him over onto his back as you quickly scrambled up and grabbed the helmet and whipped it towards his face and quickly staggered to the panel to close the door behind you and lock it.

You quickly saw Mark back on his feet and banging at the door. “Captain! Let me out!” He shouted through the door, banging his fist at the tempered glass window on the door.

You backed up, your foot hitting something, you turned to see Cieci’s body. You cringed before staggering to the left and made a quick turn, towards the Cryolab. You pushed open the door, rushing to the panel and opening the shields, to see the cryopods where the colonists were supposed to be sleeping, was covered in spilt blood.

Your eyes widened and you stumbled back. Flinching as you hear a loud crash. Mark got out.

“Captain!” He taunted in a coo-like voice. “Where are you Captain?”

You forced yourself out of shock and quickly closed the window shield and went to find the door into the colonists hallway, finding the door, you remembered it being particularly loud. You let out a breath you’d been holding and opened the door, it let out a particularly loud gust of wind and you quickly bolted down the hallway, beside the cryopods.

The moment you heard the door open again you ducked into a cryopod.

“Captain, you do remember I am the head engineer of this ship? Right? I did most if not all the wiring and thus I know where every panel is and which cord is where. It was easy to find which wire was connected to the door’s lock.

You mentally cursed yourself, sinking lower to the floor where the glass was non-transparent as to not be seen immediately.

“Captain, you know how easily it would be for me to find you. This is just a game of cat and mouse.” He snickers. “But when all is said and all is done, I won’t kill you. Why would I? I did all of this for you!” He shouted.

You heard him get closer and you covered your mouth with your hand to still your breathing.

“Captain, can’t you see I did all of this for you, because I love you?!” He called out, his words echoing through the hallway. “I would do anything for you! Be your one and only! Just us on this ship, no one else to interfere!” His words sounded desperate as he passed your cryopod.

You let out the breath slowly and heard him stop.

“[Y/N]..” He chuckled softly. “I know where you are, sweet boy.”

You felt your heart almost beat out of your chest, your nerves were on fire. You fucked up, you breathed too hard and he heard you. You heard slow and evenly paced footsteps towards your cryopod.

“[Y/N], Captain, why do you hide from me?” He asked ever so gently.

“Why do you hide when all I want is to love you. And for you to reciprocate those feelings.” Another step closer before his shadow appeared over you.

He looked through the glass and looked down at you, only now, in this light did you notice all the blood staining over his suit, a small chunk of flesh stuck in his collar. And when you looked at his face, he smiled softly.

“Oh, [Y/N].. I only want to love you, why don’t you see that?”

“Because you’ve murdered thousands!” You shout.

“All because I wanted to prove my love and loyalty to you! They didn’t deserve you! You were a bright moon in the night sky and they were small stars millions of light years away. They were taking away from your admiration!” He ranted. “So I put those stars out so you, my moon, will be the only one who is focused on.” He looked at your terrified expression with a gentle face so full of love and care.

It was honestly sickening that he could look like that while drenched in the blood of thousands.

He reached around and opened the door to the cryopod and stood above you.

“Moon, why don’t you come out from the clouds so I can admire you?”

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//If you like this piece, consider checking out my other oneshots! I just recently got more into the markiplier fandom so if you like this, be sure to check out my other oneshots of the other egos! My requests are open as well!!//

#serotonin.writes #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #mark fischbach #in space with markiplier #head engineer mark #markiplier fanfiction #markiplier egos #markiplier #engineer mark x reader #male reader #x male reader #markipler x male reader #markiplier x reader

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yuckie-obsessive · 1 year

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For the Best Ending

I had some inspiration from a fic I reblogged and I wanna give sortof a short conclusion to “Just the Start”.

Set up: after many losing so many well fought battles, Dark finally manages to rip you out of Mark’s hold. He whisks you away, back into the mirror of the reclaimed manor. What used to be your prison was now your home.

Tw: manipulation, mind control, mentions of trauma, anxiety, episodes, forced isolation

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral)

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Words: 487

Life was finally calm. Fighting for so many years has left him tired and anxious. Some part in the back of Dark’s mind was always waiting for another struggle.

But he’s won the war.

Taking the manor as his own-

And taking you away from everything else.

The home was the mirror reflection of the outside world. Precisely built to allow no room for an escape- and for that matter, no entrance for anything that could threaten the peace.

Though he could never quite figure out how to keep Wilford from occasionally appearing, much to Dark’s chagrin. It was a rarity that you two interacted so it wasn’t too much of a bother. Though, there were those odd instances where he would let a reminder slip off his tongue. A stressor on Dark’s already heavy shoulders. To which Wilford was swiftly removed after.

It was surely too painful.

To be reminded of the nightmares that occurred before you returned to the mirror.

He memorized the signs.

It started with headaches, leading into hours of pain and disorientation before all culminating in an agonizing trauma induced episode. He couldn’t stand seeing you go through this.

Currently the both of you were relaxing in a peaceful silence. Resting in the library, immersed in your respective novels.

You started straining and groaned, another headache.

Dark was quick to his feet and took long strides to arrive at your side.

“What’s the matter darling?” He placed a hand to the side of your face, thumb already at your temple.

You grumbled again and muttered, “Just another headache Dark, I’ll be fine.”

He let a small sigh escape him.

“I know, I know you will be…” his thumb dancing in small, concentrated circles. Watching you fade quickly under his familiar influence, “I’ll make sure of it.”

He let your body relax completely, falling into a deep slumber, then carrying you to the love-seat. Placing you in a position to have your head in his lap, he gently stroked your hair and let his fingers brush along the frame of your face.

If this is what must be done to ensure you remained content in a peaceful existence, he would continue this practice until the end of time.

Once again he pushed back those problematic, painful memories that consistently bubble to the surface.

You wouldn’t remember that snake, the fear, the hate… the betrayal.

He might shatter if you looked at him with that broken expression again. He fully regretted his actions, those fueled by emotions he couldn’t control at the time.

He’s stronger now.

Strong enough to become your rock, your sword and shield.

He did this for you to make up for the hurt he caused. To protect you from the loss.

You deserved a happy ending.

He felt honored to help you achieve it and reveled in the chance to be included.

“I hope you can understand why I’m doing this for you…” he took in the minute movements in your expression as you dreamt. “Sweet dreams (y/n). I’ll be right here when you wake.”

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ghosti02art · 4 months

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Okay I haven’t written fanfiction in a LONG time but I’m about to jump back in. Purely because I’ve read all I can of my faves, and/or there’s a specific type of pairing I wanna see that doesn’t exist???? Anyways. I’ll make a true Fic Request thing to pin, but for now here’s the gist. And this INCLIDES HEADCANNONS AND BLURBS!

Fandoms I’ll write for:

Bullet Train

Harry Potter (Main Series)

Hogwarts (Marauders Era)

Hogwarts Legacy

Criminal Minds

Markiplier Cinematic Universe

Jacksepticeye Egos

Sherlock (BBC and RDJ Movies)

Supernatural

Hetalia

Fairy Tail

Marvel

Anyways. The idea I have for now is a Tangerine x Agent! Reader where the reader is some sort of undercover agent? Or maybe was on vacation when the events of Bullet Train took place. Regardless, a Cop reader.

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egg-father-writes · 2 years

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CUDDLING WITH YANCY CUDDLING WITH YANCY

This one has been in my ask box for a few months, sorry about that, but anyways, same with all the anons, hope you see and enjoy this! Let me know if this should be turned into a short fic

Characters: Yancy x gn!Reader - Also, I hc that Yancy goes by he/they so theres that included as well

Short summery: cuddling with Yancy HCs!

Warnings: None, but, this isn't proof-read, but if there are mistakes I will go through later and fix them

my requests are open <3

Yancy adores cuddling, he's a slightly touchy person in general, but when he's with you, he adores feeling your warmth

They don't really have a preference with little/big spoon, it more so depends on your mood

If they were to pick a favorite cuddling position, it would have to include anything where either he could listen to your heart-beat or they could be tangled up with you

please play with his hair, he loves it

he'll play with your hair if you ask him too

they'll trace little shapes/random things into your arm/back or wherever his hands are resting

He hums random tunes, more so his own that he's made up. probably one he's made up specifically for you

If they are tired, he'll mumble more than whisper or talk, it's kind of hard to understand what he's saying but you can pick up on random words and you can put together the fact that is random praises and things like "I love yous"/"I'm so lucky that I have you in my arms"

if you were to slump into them whenever and wherever he would wrap you up in his arms, if he was talking to someone he would carry on with the conversation like nothing happened. If he was sitting, you would be going straight into his lap

#yancy #yancy iswm #yancy ahwm #yancy x reader #x reader #x gn!reader #fluff #markipler egos #iswm part 2 #ahwm #iswm #gn reader

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sleep-0-deprived · 8 months

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Do you write for markiplier and his alter egos?

YES Omg I loved Markiplier when I was a teen and I would love some requests for him and his alter egos

#x male reader #sub male reader #x male reader smut #bottom male reader #markiplier #markipler egos #markiplier x male reader

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i-got-a-bad-feeling-about-this · 2 years

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I'm sorry, did someone say Camp Counselor!Mark?? Was available?? For requests???

I've got four words for you: There's. Only. One. Tent.

A few more words for clarity: There probably isn't actually only one tent, but rather not enough for everybody on the camping trip, so the reader and Mark have to share one. Obviously the reader would be an adult, not a camper! They could be a fellow counselor again, or maybe a lone hiker who stumbled upon the camp unexpectedly and was invited to spend the night since it was getting dark. That would explain why there's a shortage of available tents, at least.

Camp!Mark seems very gentlemanly the way you write him (which I LOVE, seriously, excellent choice, gold star) so I bet he'd be a little shy about spending the night so close to a handsome and/or beautiful person like the reader ;D. (Bonus points if the reader picks up on this and finds it adorable, so they fluster him on purpose a little~). All in all just a very sweet, cozy, twitterpated vibe would be nice~.

One Tent (Camp Mark x GN Reader)

Summary- you and your co-counselor are taking the campers to a special spot in the woods for actual camping and a bonfire. What happens when your tent is unusable and it starts to rain, looks like you have to share a tent with your lovely co-counselor Mark.

TWs- LONG 2981 words, mention of a lake, a kid almost falls into said lake, you and Mark change in the tent but no NSFW.

Heeeeeeeey, so we're gonna ignore the fact I haven't uploaded in 4 weeks because I started school again. I think I'm finally getting back into a rhythm again, gonna try to write more. I had fun writing this, but it also took a couple days cause it's long af. I think it's worth it, and hope you enjoy it.

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"Alright guys, let's get going" you shouted to the group of campers before you. The kids scrambled around grabbing their camping packs and running out of the doors of the food hall. You shook your head and followed through the doors grabbing your own bag after the last kid ran out.

It had been about a month at the summer camp, and the kids were excited to finally go camping in the woods, near the lake. They had been looking forward to this, and you won't lie and say you haven't. It’d be a nice change of pace, the cabins were nice but there was nothing like some good old fashion camping.

When your co-counselor Mark told you about the trip, you couldn't hide your excitement. Speaking of your co-counselor, he stood in front of the group of children holding a clipboard and going over the list of supplies. It was an hour's hike, so it would be a pain if they forgot something back at camp. Most of the supplies were already up, but it would be impossible to take everything up there.

As Mark looked up from his clipboard, his hat no longer shielding his warm brown eyes, he smiled and waved you over. You jogged over to him and asked, “We got everything?” He nodded, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “We sure do. Though I wasn't able to fit the s’mores supplies in my bag.” You hummed and saw the bags of marshmallows, boxes of chocolate, and gram crackers. You kneeled and picked up your backpack from where it had been resting and opened your bag taking out the single-person tent.

“Well we have two options here, I could let one of the campers carry the s’more stuff.” You eyed the children staring at the bag of marshmallows, “ Or I could let one of the campers hold my tent and I carry the food.” Mark looked down at you and then back at the children. He bit the inside of his lip taking his hat off, to run a hand through his dark brown hair.

“Well, I wish I could say I trust the campers not to eat the goodies, but..” He paused, a look sent the way of Max, a camper who had attempted to raid his cabin in search of sweets.\ “Well, Maybe I can just carry your tent.” He finished. You waved in dismissal, packing up the sweets and standing up. “There's no need for that, I'm sure with the promise of some extra s’mores one of the campers will put my tent in their bag. “ You finished, noticing some of the kids turning their heads in your direction. Marks smile was as sweet as marshmallows, “Well If that’s what you want. I’m sure the campers are gonna be happy about that.” you nodded and you turned to face the campers to announce your proposal when Max ran up to you and yelled, “I’ll carry your tent!” You and Mark let out a laugh, but you eventually handed him the single-person tent. You watched as he put it in the top of his bag, the green color sticking out from the top. With that, you and Mark lead the group up into the hilly trail through the forest. You are sticking at the back of the group and Mark is leading.

You smiled, a warm feeling invaded your chest as you watched Mark lead the group, and talk to the kids. He looked so damn good in the counselor uniform. Something about the almost too tight shirt wrapped around his muscular form and the dorky hat he loved to wear, made you swoon. If you would have met him on the street, you wouldn't have ever guessed how kind he was. He was truly the definition of a southern gentleman, but somehow better. You remember almost crying when you found him up late at night working on individual pronoun pins for each of the campers. Not only was he hot, but he was also kind. You had no idea how he wasn’t already dating someone, but he made it clear he wasn't. Mark stole a glance back towards you, his eyes softening, he sent you a little wave and you grinned. You smiled and waved back, watching as he turned to face the front. Maybe after the campers went home you would shoot your shot with him.

After finishing the trail, you all arrived at the lake. Most of the kids quickly dropped the bags and ran towards the edge of the lake. You grinned at Mark before rushing over to the kids by the lake, as he talked to the other campers. “Okay guys, let's go get set up before any of you fall into the lake and get yourselves wet. “ The kids laughed at your claim and most started to walk off. Though as Max turned to walk he slipped on the mud and started to fall towards the water. You quickly grabbed him by the straps of his backpack, pulling him back up. “You okay Max?” you questioned looking over him, he nodded. “ Yeah I'm good!” he answered walking away from you, as you were about to follow you saw something in the lake. You groaned when you realized Your tent had slipped from the top of his bag and into the lake, where it was sinking into the shallow bottom. You quickly reached and grabbed your bag and found it to be soaking wet.

“Shit” you mumbled under your breath. You opened the bag that held the tent to see if it somehow made it and found that it was soaking wet. You rubbed your face with your hand, this was just great. “What's wrong?” you heard Mark’s voice question from behind you. You turned around and held up your wet tent with a frown. He grimaced at the sight. “Max slipped on the mud and while I caught him, I did not catch my tent.” He frowned, walking up to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. “I'm sorry (Y/N), You can always take my tent. It’s supposed to be nice tonight. “ You shook your head, “Thanks for the offer, but I'll be fine in my sleeping bag,” You replied, his face twisted with doubt. “Are you sure? I really don’t mind.” You shook your head at this, “I'm sure Mark, you deserve to have some privacy, you did take the lead today.” He looked uncertain and before he could reply you started to walk off backward, “ I’ll be fine Mark, let's go check on the kids, and make sure none of them are destroying the tents.” He nodded and followed you with a small smile on his face.

So you and Mark watched over the kids and helped them with some activities. When the sun started to set, you and Mark created the bonfire quickly. Mark frowned as he saw some dark clouds, he had checked the weather, and it wasn't supposed to rain tonight. He looked over at you helping some of the kids make some s’mores. There was something so stunning about how the light of your fire framed your face, it made his face warm. He let himself look at you for a second more, before answering the call of one of the campers.

The bonfire was dying out and the campers had all headed to their tents. You sat next to Mark watching the fire die out. You chuckled at the story he had just finished telling. Your gaze lingered on his face, he seemed so happy here, out in nature. Nature truly was his passion and you could tell. “Well, that is certainly one hell of a story mister, who would've guessed you were a party guy in college.” Mark blushed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck, “ I wouldn't say that, I only went to a few.” You laughed, “My point stands, god I can just imagine you drunk singing along to some party song. “ You tapped your chin, before finishing, “ Maybe Pump it by black-eyed peas.” Mark grinned at you, and with a fake gasp answered, “Oh, how did you know? “ You both laughed and fell into a comfortable silence. You saw his hand lay next to him and considered maybe holding it. After a moment of deliberation, he turned to you.

“Did you feel that?” he asked, looking towards the sky. You nodded and watched him squint at the dark sky. He then grabbed your hand and held it up to the air, Your face heated up and before you could speak you felt it. It was starting to rain, You mumbled some curses under your breath. “Did we bring any extra tarps,” you asked him and groaned as he answered with a no. You rubbed your face as you and Mark stood up, grabbed some of the supplies to put under the tree, and wrapped them in the tarps.

You frowned as the rain got heavier, quickly grabbing your bags and standing under a tree. Your hair stuck to your forehead as you watched Mark shake some of the rain from his hat. “Fuck, what am I going to do?” you mumbled to yourself, You looked up at the tree before saying, “Maybe if I camp out under here I'll be okay. My hair’s already wet, and that's gonna be a pain to deal with, I didn't bring any of my hair shit.” As you rambled on Mark bit his lip and replied, “I don’t think so Darlin, Looks like the rain is getting heavier, we’ll just” he paused, “ We’ll just have to share. As much as I’d like to give the tent to you, I don't think It’s good if either one of us got hypothermia.” He said, his face heating up as he looked away from you.

Your face heated up, and before you could say anything. “I promise I’m not trying to be creepy or anything, I just don't want you to get sick. You know it’s okay actually, I can sleep out here. I’ll just wear my hat and put the blanket over me.” You shook your head and stepped in front of him grabbing his shoulders to calm him, “Mark it’s okay, I know you don’t mean anything bad by it. As much as you want to, I’m not gonna let you sleep out here. I don't want you to get sick and, “ You paused, looking away slightly, “ I don’t mind sharing a tent with you, but we'll have to put our bags in there too. “ You stepped from him and he nodded in agreement. “Well if you are really okay with it…” You nodded and you went to grab your bag, he grabbed it for you. He went over to the tent and held open the door as you went inside. He quickly followed by kicking off his shoes and taking his hat off before entering.

You scooted away, trying to give him as much room as you can as he entered. It was a small space, but you all would fit. As he placed the bags on each of the sides of the tent, he looked toward you. He blushed to find your face to be much closer to his than he imagined. He leaned back, moving from his knees to sitting down fully. He grabbed the sleeping pack from both your bags and your sleeping clothes. “ I can step out while you change.” You nodded and as he was about to leave there was the sound of the rain getting heavier. Before he could leave you grabbed his shoulder. He looked back in surprise, and you quickly answered.

“You're gonna get soaked out there, just.” Your face heated up, “ turn around.” A look of surprise crossed his face as his face heated up. He raised his hands and started to stammer out, “No-no it’s okay, I don't mind Darlin. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable.” You let go of his shoulder and turned to face away from him. “If you are not comfortable with it I understand, but I don't want you to get soaked just for my sake.” You shrugged, “Plus I trust you, You won’t make me uncomfortable.” You waited a second before turning your head around to look at Mark and saw him turn around. He was reaching for his clothes. “Well, If you're sure I won’t make you uncomfortable, that's okay. Just tell me when I can turn around, or if you change your mind. “ You smiled and said, “Will do, I'll tell you when I'm done, so you can change next.” You started to change, your face heating up. You quickly slid on your pajamas and put your folded clothes next to you.

“I'm good.” You said quietly, and you heard the tent floor shuffle as he changed. You scooted yourself, further, from him, your face feeling like the surface of the sun. As he got changed you dealt with your hair, getting it to a decent point. You of course didn't look over at Mark until you heard Mark’s voice say, “I’m done now, Darlin.” You smiled and turned to face him, He returned with a shy smile. He started to spread out the sleeping bags, to make a makeshift bed pad for the two of you. You put the pillows and extra blankets down, and the bed was finished. Because of the bags on either side of you two, somewhat protecting you both from the cold seeping in through the side of the tent. As you both laid down, you hear Mark say, “I’ll try to give you your personal space, but there's not much room in here.” you smiled, “Thank you, Mark, but don’t worry about me, just get comfy.” You took a deep breath, “I don’t mind if you touch me.”

At that Mark blushed and started to stammer, There was no way you actually meant that. He turned around to face you and tell you he didn't mind, but his words got caught in his throat as he looked at you. You looked tired, your hair was a wet mess and your pj’s were wrinkled, but you looked like an angel to him. He had imagined sleeping next to you and waking up next to you, but those can’t compare to the real thing. You let out a giggle and said, “You know you're cute when you're flustered.” He bit his lip and replied, “Well, how can I not be flustered sleeping next to someone so.” He paused looking away, “Stunning.” Your face heated up and Mark loved it. He loved the way your face warped when he made you smile.

“You're not too bad yourself handsome.” he laid down completely facing you, “Aw, you're just flattering me.” You shook your head in disagreement, “No, I really do think you're handsome Mark.” You gently raised your hand to hold the side of his face. He leaned into your hand, and you felt the heat from his face. You moved closer to him, your bodies almost touching.

“ Your amazing Mark, in everything you do. I don’t think you realize how kind, sweet, strong, smart, and handsome you are.” Mark looked away from your eyes but laid his hand overtops yours. “ I’m nothing compared to you Darlin,” Your heart skipped a beat, “ You are so clever and kind, and your smile is more beautiful than the sunrise. “ He looked you in your eyes, finally pulling you to his chest. “I’d do anything to see you smile, you deserve all good things.” He finished, his free hand laying on your hip. Your eyes sparkled as you saw the warmth in his bark brown eyes. You felt his warm breath on your face and felt his hand soothingly rub your hip.

“Can.” he paused, taking a deep breath, “ Can I kiss you?” Your smile widened as you shook your head yes. He smiled and pulled your face to his, closing your eyes, and your lips met. His hand moved from your hip, to the small of your back, pulling you as close as he could. His other hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and playing with your hair. Your hands wrapped around his body, your hand rubbing up and down his back.

His lips felt like heaven, he was gentle but passionate, and he tastes like s'mores. He smelt like the forest, with the scent of mahogany wood, and the sweet scent of fruit. He really was amazing in every aspect. As you pulled away, breathing heavily, a half-lidded look on his face. He looked like a dream. He buried his face in your neck and mumbled something. “What was that sweetheart?” you asked in a soft voice, He pulled away from your neck a bit so you could understand him. His breath tickled your neck and he whispered in your ear, “I love you, Darlin, I have for a while now.” You smiled as shivers went down your spine. You quickly replied, “I love you too Mark, More than I can express with words.” He let out a soft chuckle and let his grip loosen a bit, “ You have no idea how happy that makes me, how happy you make me,” he said, watching your soft smile return, gods he loved your smile. He loved everything about you.

“ Well, maybe not, but if it's anything close to how happy you make me then I'll do whatever I can to make you happy sweetheart.” you softly said as mark pulled the blanket over you two, the idea of personal space gone. “ Get some sleep Darlin, we're gonna have a big day tomorrow. “ You nodded and as Mark held you you drifted off to sleep, the last thing you felt was a soft kiss on your forehead.

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coff33notforme · 2 years

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Got any general hcs for yancy and Illinois

A/n: Sorry this took so long, work has kept me kinda busy this week, but thank you for the request anon!

Genre: Headcannons, Crack, Fluff

Yancy

Yancy has a soft spot for small animals, any sort of tiny creature no matter what kind

Possums, raccoons, bunnies, puppies, kitties, doesn't matter

Loves to knit, during his time in prison he picked up a couple of new hobbies to pass the time

He’s also surprisingly good at cooking, he spent some time doing kitchen duty so he was able to pick up some tricks and tips from chef

Very touched starved hasn’t been held since he was a little kid and though he’ll never ask he really could just use a hug from someone

Loves warm weather throughout his time in prison he’s grown used to the cold night in his cell so when it warms up he finds himself sleeping easier

Isn’t a big sports guy believe it or not

Very shy about any sort of physical affection he's worried he's going to hurt someone with his strength, and he doesn't want to hurt more people

More of a cat person, likes the big fluffy cats especially

One thing he's always wanted to try, was roller skating the idea of skating on wheels just sounds so enchanting to him for some reason

He definitely ate bugs as a kid, look me in the eyes and tell me he didn’t

Crashed his bike when he was younger several times

Illinois

Mama’s boy all the way

His mother was the only one who raised him growing up so he learned quite a lot from her

Very respectful he was taught to never judge people from the outside for any sort of reason, he really only judges based on character

Another man who can cook well, his Mom taught him how when he was younger and while growing up he would help his Mom prepare meals

Had a cocker spaniel growing up named Tucker

He kinda just gives random like nicknames to anyone he meets, like sweet little nicknames

Mostly ‘Darling, Sugar, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, Sweet-pea, etc.’

Hates cold weather with a passion, he’s used to it don’t get me wrong adventuring out with nothing but a sleeping bag he's definitely adjusted he’s just not a big fan

Probably grew up on a farm of some sort

Has always really enjoyed farm animals, Cows, Sheep, Pigs etc.

They remind him of home

Hates bugs especially spiders

Loves hiking though hes basically adventuring all the time any way he dose enjoy hiking, to him it’s like a adventure with less stress

#markiplier egos x reader #markipler egos #yancy the prisoner #yancy ahwm #yancy iswm #yancy x reader #iplier egos x reader #illinois jones x reader #illinois jones #fluff

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intolerable-sushi · 3 months

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What once was

I finally finished the angst(?) Dark x reader story. I'm not a hundred percent sure if this actually counts as angst, so please let me know. And let me know if these types of stories are something you guys would like more of!! This story is super short by the way.

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The road to vengeance was paved in blood and sweat. It was a path Dark had no trouble taking. Friendships and bonds were not something he saw value in so using people to get his way was a very casual thing for him. The only thing he truly wanted at the end of the day was to bestow the same suffering onto Mark as he did to everyone around him. However, despite his best efforts to focus on the task at hand, things continued to plague his mind. Someone from the past who continued to haunt him no matter how hard he tried to forget.

The attorney. His attorney. Damiens's attorney.

The person who had been at his side for years. The person who trusted him with their life, and didn’t doubt him for a second. The person that Damien had grown to love only for Dark to cast them aside. Despite his lack of emotions, Dark couldn’t help the feelings of regret and guilt he felt every time they invaded his mind.

He told himself that leaving them in the mirror was for the best. That leaving them there would keep them safe from Mark, but he knew that that was a lie. They could have easily shared the body together, and maybe even worked together to stop Mark, but he was a selfish creature by nature. He hadn’t wanted to share the body with them, and ultimately they would have been nothing more than a hindrance, so he left them there. Cast them aside with no hesitation. He had been surprised the first time he recognized them. He was even more surprised and infuriated when he saw them with Mark. That bastard had somehow managed to worm his way into their lives again, but something seemed different.

The two of them were constantly going on adventures in Mark’s van, and they were….. They were smiling. They looked like they were truly happy and having a good time. The sight boiled his blood. How dare they give HIM that smile. Don’t they remember all the death and misery he’s caused. He could barely keep himself intact at the thought. As much as he wanted to make his presents known to the two of them, Dark decided to wait for the proper time to reacquaint himself with his old friend.

He didn’t get an opportunity until they were sleeping alone in the van one night. He materialized beside them and watched them sleep. They were just as breathtaking as he remembered. Despite years having passed since that night, despite everything they were still themselves. Out of everyone there that night, they changed the least. Dark’s observational time was interrupted as their eyes snapped open.

“No………No…. No. nononononononononono!” The sat-up straight and backed up into the back door of the van. Their eyes were wide and filled with fear. They began to hyperventilate as they stared at Dark.

“It is alright I’m not here to hurt you. I would like to talk-”

“ GET OUT!” It was Dark’s turn to stare wide eyed. “ I remember you! I remember what you did to me! You left me there for years!! Do you have any idea what it was like? To be slowly consumed by a being as old as time, to be constantly cold and alone with not even your screams to accompany as they are swallowed by the void. I don’t even remember how I got out. I only remember clawing my way out of that fucking house And you have the fucking adacity to come here to me wanting to talk!?” They had started their rant screaming and ended it sobbing. Dark could only stare at them. Despite everything, even now, he held back feelings.

“ I did what I thought was best. I had to keep you away from HIM! He would have used you against-”

“Are you talking about Mark? He was there for me unlike you! He let me stay here! We make videos together and he acts like an actual friend!!” They cut him off.

Dark could feel his form beginning to break as he listened to them defend him. “And it's just that, an act!! He doesn’t actually care about you!! He’s just using you!!”

“At least he cares enough to pretend!! At least he cares to take care of me! Where were you when I was alone in a world that has changed so much!! I can barely remember what it used to be like, but I remember that you used to be my friend. Why, why did you do this?” They stared at Dark with tear stained cheeks, eyes begging for an answer. An answer that he could never give them. He could only stare at them expressionless. The two stared at each other for a moment longer before Dark vanished. This had been a foolish endeavor. He should have known better. Once he materialized again in a random field he let everything go.

Every emotion he had came flooding out, the guilt, the shame, the love, the rage, everything. His form splintered and broke in a way it never had before, he felt like he was back in the house again. But he deserved this. The suffering they had gone through had been his fault. The hate they had for him was justified. He had pushed them towards the man who orchestrated the suffering of everyone around him. It was at that moment, in his agony, that Dark realized that he had truly become the villain that Mark had designated him to be. He had hurt someone who was not only truly innocent in this whole situation, but someone that Dark had truly cared about. Dark’s form continued to break and tear through the night as his mind returned to the love that had been, a world long gone, and a man he once was.

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Do this for me.

A request from the lovely @peachy-is-obsessed

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ISWM PART 2!

Summary: When the glass façade that surrounds the captain falters and shatters around them, an old friend helps them pick up the fallen pieces.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, some good ol’ fashion fluff, one-shot (just a really long one-shot)

Word count: 5,700+

Paring: (Sort of) Wilford Warfstache/[Gender Neutral]Captain/Reader, written platonically but it's up for interpretation. ;)

Surprise guest from U.S.A Lady and from the infamous man in red! Granted their appearances are only brief. Wilford and the reader are the main focus.

Trigger warnings for: slight cursing, getting shot at, hand injuries (not gory and not described with a lot of details, just felt like I should add it just in case), identity crisis/mental breakdown (once again, very simplified and if these aren't the right terms please let me know!)

(A/N: This one gave me a bit of trouble, but I feel quite happy with how it came out! Definitely long, but I can’t help myself. Also please give a big thank you too @peachy-is-obsessed for this request. I absolutely had some more ideas with the broadness of the request, so there might be more coming soon! Once again, if you have any critiques or ideas on how I can improve in the future please let me know!

Happy Reading!

-Soup :D)

“Dammit.”

The sight of the wormhole’s blue walls once again filled your sight, taking you away from Yancy’s performance. The sound of his singing becomes clearer as you drift further and further away from the visitation room.

“I really wanted to be there for him…” Disappointed and more than a little annoyed, you couldn’t do much else than allow your body to be carried by the wormhole.

Yelling at nothing, you fumed, “You could have at least let him finish before you drug me away again!”

You cross your arms across your chest, waiting to be dropped off in yet another universe. However, unlike the last time, you were not presented with a choice of left or right. Rather, the wormhole opened up back in the Universal Stability Agency, only to find it looking abandoned and in a state of disrepair. Alerts to evacuate sounded through the glitched intercom, and filled the facility with a sense of dread. Lights, the ones that were still on, flickered desperately. Panels from the ceiling dangled in the lobby, being held only by a few wires.

“What in the world happened here?” you spoke quietly to yourself.

You pushed past some of the hanging wires and lights, moving towards the open doorway in front of you. As you approach, you take note of the person sitting inside the room, clutching a gun in their hand. You inch closer to them, hoping not to startle them too badly. The last thing that you needed was another gaping wound. Something cracked under foot, causing them to jump at the unexpected company, gun now aimed directly at you and charging up for a shot. You quickly raised your hands in front of you as you took a step back, trying to show the person that you were not there to hurt them.

With a sigh, they lowered it, waving their hand, beckoning you closer to them. You recognize them immediately as the Lady that had interrogated you and Mark a while before. The same Lady that had cornered you in many other universes. However now, they looked less damaged, and much more distraught than when you had first seen them.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think that anyone was still here-” They began to explain what had happened before they stopped.

“Wait. Oh my god.” She said in a low voice.

They had finally recognized you, spewing questions as they scooted closer. Stammering that your ship had vanished. Despite you being brought back to your ship multiple times through various loops and wormholes, no one else could find it. In every universe they checked, no one could get to it.

“So how are you… here? How?”

You didn’t have an answer. The device around your wrist took you where it wanted to, with no rhyme or reason. If you did, you would have told them, being just as confused as they were.

They became frantic, demanding for you to give them the device, threatening to shoot you if you didn’t. “I swear, I promise if you give it to me I can fix this.”

You felt the crystal glow against your palm as you backed away from them . Sure, maybe they'd be able to fix the shit show that you were starring in, but you had a plan. And you couldn’t risk ruining it.

“Warning. Potential paradox detected-”

“I am- I am begging you.”

“-Please Avoid”

The monotone voice pounded in your head, competing over the Ladies' pleas. “I refuse to believe that this is intentional. No one is that evil. Come on!”

“Initiating emergency abort.”

A wormhole opened, causing you to fall into it. And you could hear them crying out behind you, demanding that you come back.

Thinking that you had gotten away from them, you were startled as blue shots raced past you, the sound of the ammo whistling by your ears. You spun around to face them, shocked to see that they had jumped in after you. They had managed to catch up, grabbing a hold of your wrists. “Why are you doing this? Why do you want to destroy everything?”

You really didn’t. In fact you wanted the complete opposite. If they’d only let you explain, then maybe you’d be able to work together. But before you could try, the device separated itself from you, and the Lady fell with it.

After they had disappeared, you remained in the wormhole for longer than you deemed necessary, as a feeling of apprehension began to pool in your stomach. The area around became brighter with the crystal’s increasing glow. You could feel it pulsing in your palm, simultaneously filing your ears with a painful ring. The longer you were floating there, the worse you felt. Dizziness and nausea were followed shortly by the clouding of your vision.

And all in a single moment, there was suddenly nothing. Everything around you went dark. You couldn’t feel your body anymore, and you weren't sure if you were able to move.

“There is blood on your hands Captain. Who’s to say you’re any better?”

Your vision returned. A seemingly endless stream of bodies floated before you, slowly being brought in and engulfed by the open wormhole.

It glowed unbelievably bright, as you felt the light from it singe your eyes. Even though you wanted to look away, you couldn’t. The wormhole beckoned your attention, and the universe was forcing you to look at each and everyone of your mistakes, as they laid out clearly in front of you.

“No, no no-” You thought. Your voice echoed in your head, pounding against the inside of your skull. “I did what I could. I just wanted to help, I-I didn’t want this!” you pleaded, hoping that whatever was in control would allow you a chance to explain yourself. Hoping that maybe it would let you wake from this never ending nightmare. That’s what this had to be, right? There's no way that you were responsible for that many deaths. You were doing what you could, you were just trying to help.

“No no no no no no no no no no no no no no-”

The light emitted from the wormhole grew brighter, blinding you with your mistakes. The ringing still accompanied your thoughts, and while it started out subtle, it was now much louder than your own voice.

“please… stop”

The Lady couldn’t be right. You never wanted this. You needed to find Mark, you had to fix everything that had been broken.

“please…”

You just wanted all of this to stop.

Surprisingly, it listened. Instead of being blinded, you were now again completely surrounded by an inky black, as if someone turned off the lights via a switch.

You could feel your body now. However, you were still unable to move it. You tried to lift your arms, but they felt glued to your sides. Your legs at a slight bend, and your shoulders were tight. From what you felt, there wasn’t a floor you could have been standing on, and there was no pressure against your back to indicate to you that you were laying down. You were simply just existing in this void. Paralyzed by it.

The ringing didn’t stop. If anything it felt much closer than before. Your skin now reacted to it, feeling like the static of an old T.V screen, or the numb tingle you’d get when one of your legs would fall asleep after sitting for too long. Except now it was everywhere.

This dark wasn’t the kind of dark that your eyes could adjust to, despite their efforts.

After a moment, something sparked deep inside of you. A memory so far back in your mind, it was obvious that you had purposely blocked it out. But this place, this hell, wouldn’t let you suppress it any longer. And the void around you began to feel... “Wait. No. What is-”

“All too familiar isn’t it, old friend?” A voice interrupted your thoughts. “And here I thought that you had forgotten all about little old me. How cute. Coming to visit, are we? And after all this time you thought you were ready to move on.” It dripped in venom.

You felt uncomfortable, not being able to see the person who’s voice accompanied you in this place. While you wanted to figure out who they were, the dread that had pooled earlier pulled at your heart, and filled your lungs, keeping you from speaking. And that same spark begged you to leave.

“How rude. After all this time you won't even speak to me. And here I thought you were more than that. So many adventures, so many stories, you and I have shared. And now you think that you can just leave it all behind? Leave me behind?” He almost sounded offended.

Panic grew in your chest, your breathing became uneven and unproductive. He was getting closer to you, you could feel it. While you weren't sure of who he was a moment ago, you were certain of it now. And by no means did you want to be here with him. “No I can’t be here, there's no way-” you thought.

“Oh but there is, in fact, a way. Did you seriously think that I’d let you move on? Let you go live a life after all that we’ve been through? I was pulled much too early from the spotlight, and now you think you can steal it from me? No no, you don’t get that chance. I haven’t finished playing yet. And you haven’t finished playing your part, Captain.”

You felt his breath on the back of your neck. The hairs stood at the unexpected chill. His presence no longer felt alive, you couldn’t even call it human. He had ascended far beyond what he used to be all those years ago, and the person that you used to know wasn’t there anymore.

“Your friend took everything from me,” he shouted, causing you to flinch, “and I am going to do the same to him. The same to you. That night was an accident. It won’t be this time” His tone shifted drastically as he cleared his throat, now coated with a false sincerity.

“Did you like your little break? I felt that space would be such a beautiful vacationing spot. However, I didn’t expect it to break so easily. Honestly, you did a much better job than I thought you would! And now I’ve got a better opening, so many more options I didn’t even think were possible! I should really thank you.”

The darkness felt suffocating, pressing at your sides, your breaths now turning into gasps for the non-existent air.

“It’s not fair is it?” He stood in front of you, towering over your form. “I let you have your fun. Now that you're back, it’s my turn.” His face was hard to make out, except for an eerie smile that was plastered across it. He leaned in slightly, bringing himself down to eye level. “Welcome home, friend”

He turned, walking away from the spot that you were frozen to. It took all of your effort, but you managed to get something out, a desperate attempt to not be left alone in this place again.

You screamed at him, "Stop!”

He stopped in his tracks, before turning once more to face you.

“You’re no better than myself, Captain.” He smirked, “There are no other villains in our stories, except for you and him. I’m just doing my job, as the hero, to fix what you so crudely broke. You can’t blame me for your choices.”

With that, your body simultaneously woke up, dropping you to your knees. You had little time to catch your breath, as you desperately attempted to race after him. You weren't going to let him leave you in this place again. But by the time you had gotten to your feet, he was already gone. Leaving only a sheet of broken glass in his wake.

You ran up to it, pounding your hands against its shattered surface. Failed calls and cries never quite left your tongue, seeing the inside of the manor through the mirror. He stood in a red suit, looking quite pleased with himself, “Now now there friend, it’ll be alright. I’ll be sure to come back to visit,” He cooed, before adding a mocking “one day.”

You watched helplessly as he walked through the front door of the manor. After seeing him leave you stopped trying, realizing that there was no one that could hear or see you. You looked down at your hands, noticing that they stung from the small cuts and gashes caused by your senseless beating against the broken glass. You clenched your fists as you looked back up. The mirror had darkened and the view of the manor disappeared. The small amount of light that trickled through it, faded, and you fell to your knees. Only this time you had no intention of getting back up.

Tears poured from your eyes, and blood dripped from your fists. Memories were tricky as it was, but now? Everything was a mix of being too fuzzy to see clearly, and too clear to forget.

How many lives had you led, only to be brought back here? Placed back on a shelf like a forgotten toy. How many people, loved ones, friends, had you lost? How many had abandoned you?

Your mind raced, filling itself with memories you weren't certain were your own.

And in that moment you remembered Damien. You remembered all of the fun that you had with him during your days at university. And how he and Cleine had left you behind in the mirror in the first place.

You then remembered William, the gunshot, the fall. Was that really Wilford? Did he recognize you during the interviews and meetings with him? Or had your face been long forgotten as well.

Many more jumbled faces entered and exited your head, each with their own story, and each with their own set of shared memories, that only one of you could remember.

Did all of what you had been through really mattered?

You still remembered Mark and your crew, all of the years of training and schooling you had gone through to earn your title as “Captain”.

But if these memories were yours, then you were also a District Attorney, a prisoner, an adventurer, a date, a museum robber... Was any of that real? Did any of it really happen?

In a moment of desperation you questioned if you were real anymore. How much of yourself have you forgotten over the years? And how much had you lost?

The “floor” rumbled beneath you, and as you looked up you saw violent cracks break through the surface. Very much like the glass of the mirror, the world around you was shattering, with you still in it. You tucked your head down, your hands grasping at the back of your neck, mumbling broken “no’s” as you felt everything crumble.

With a final crack of the floor and the sound of crashing in your head, you felt your body shoot up.

You were sitting upright, with one of your hands gripping your shirt tightly under the collar. Your eyes, throat, and chest, burned, as you tried desperately to breathe. You gasped for air, wheezes fighting against violent sobs.

You had no idea where you were anymore. Or even who you were for that matter.

The ringing felt just as present as it was in that hell, just now accompanied with an unwelcome headache. You knew that it must have been real, as the sides of your hands ached and throbbed.

“Hey, hey, it's okay.” You hadn’t realized that you weren't alone, feeling your other hand being held and slowly caressed by the unknown company. You looked to where the voice came from, which happened to be sitting beside you in a chair, just barely able to make out their silhouette.

You struggled to take in your surroundings, vision fuzzy, as your eyes began adjusting to the soft light of the room, which you found came from a window behind a cracked curtain.

You looked around, trying to observe where this unknown person had taken you. Everything was soft and calming colors, which somehow brought a much needed comfort. Plush blankets and pillows surrounded your body, some of which fell to the carpeted floor after the sudden movement.

You looked back at the person, now able to see a little more, however some details were difficult to make out. He was dressed in a yellow button up, and had colorful suspenders draped over his shoulders. “It’s alright now, we’ve got you.” He spoke in a hushed voice, and for some reason you felt surprised at how gentle it was. You tried to look at his face, but your tears prevented you from getting a clear view, however, you could tell that he had a mustache.

He pulled you into a small hug, trying to hold you as closely as he could, considering the fact that you were still sitting.

“It’s alright now, ol’ wilffys gotcha. No more of that horrible place.”

For a brief moment you froze, hoping that you had heard him right and it wasn’t just a trick that your mind was playing on you. “Wilford?” you questioned, voice breaking in the process. He leaned back, allowing you to look at his face more closely. It was him.

His slightly curly mustache with its pink tips, and his dark brown eyes that were laced with worry and caution, gazed back at you. The expression he wore was something you hadn’t seen since…

“The one and only!” He said, giving you a comforting smile. Hands now holding you by your bicep and shoulder.

It took you a second to process what was going on, but upon releasing that Wil was in fact here and in front of you, you felt more tears sting at your eyes. You collapsed into his side, tears soaking the yellow dress shirt. He scooted on to the bed next to you, in a half kneel-half sit, and pulled you onto his lap. He wasn’t known for affection that wasn’t spontaneous and energetic, with most of the hugs that you did get were ones that were tackles or surprise attacks from behind. So in a moment where you felt so unbelievably broken, he had just enough wherewithal and sanity to understand that you just needed someone to hold onto you.

So that's what he did.

He mumbled quietly into the top of your head, reassuring you that it’d be alright, repeatedly saying “I’ve gotcha now” and, “you're okay.”. He rubbed circles into the small of your back, rocking you back and forth ever so slightly. This was a completely new side of the energetic and, quite literally, insane, Wilford Warfstache, and had you been more aware of what was going on, that might have worried you. But right now all that mattered was that you weren't alone.

As your breathing began to steady, he took a moment to promise you that, “I’ll be right here until you're ready, okay?”

Once you had calmed down he began to tell short stories and jokes that he knew would distract you, and hopefully make you laugh a little. Just because he “may sometime commit mass murder, dosent make him a lier!” But you knew that already, he never did anything to outright lie or hurt you in the past. And that one exception wasn’t intentional. You knew that he only did the things he did, was because he had lost himself to madness. Not being able to believe that anything was real anymore. Besides, he could bend reality as you knew it, and…

But, you didn’t know it. That’s why you were upset to begin with. Your identity and memories were falling apart in front of your eyes, and nothing felt real. Everything was spiraling out of your control. Granted, how much of it had actually been in your control in the first place?

He was about to start telling you another story, “The great escapade of 1987! Or was it 83…” before you stopped him.

“Wil?” you asked hesitantly.

“Yes Sugarplum? How may I, The Wilford Warfstache, be of assistance?”

“Is… Am I real? Is any of this…real?” You opted to speak slowly and cautiously. He was known to avoid this topic of conversation, and when it was unavoidable he would become distant. He was looking towards the door, as a silence washed over him. It was like watching a computer that froze, as you could almost see the gears turning in his head. His mouth was opening and closing every few seconds, looking for the right words but coming up empty handed.

Just as you were about to tell him to forget about the question, he cleared his throat.

“Well…”

He sighed, moving you around on his lap so you could look at him straight on, while still being close enough for him to cradle you.

“Reality is… oh how did Darky put it? Complicated. It's all *infinite* with countless existences and things the-such-is-and-the-like-as-that.” He scoffed, fumbling the last few words quickly. “But as for you being real? I’d say so! Well as “real” as anyone could be. Just because you’ve experienced a great lot of the *Multiverse*, doesn't mean that you’re any less real of a being.”

He looked deep into your eyes, making sure that you knew that he was being serious. He brought you back in for another hug, this one being a little tighter than the last. Your ear was pressed against his chest, and there was a soothing rumble as he spoke.

“My dear friend, I was worried when you didn’t show up to schedule your interview, and when I asked ol’ Yancy, he told me that you had just vanished during his performance. He looked quite upset at first but he said that he understood that you probably couldn’t stay for long. And I swear- I was going to be patient and wait for you to show up, but I noticed that those wormholes you had been traveling through hadn't opened for a while.”

His tone became softer, more serious, losing the playful undertones, “I thought you had…”

He paused, not bearing to say it. You gave him a firm squeeze, allowing the man a moment to collect himself.

“Anyways, I asked Darky if he’d let me check the ‘Void’, wherever that is, and that’s where we found you. Kind of, in between universes, I guess. You were unconscious, and from the looks of it having a very bad time. I mean, we had to get Dr. Iplier to wrap those hands of yours when we got you back here. I'm sure you’ll remember him later, but now's not the time.”

You tried to pull away from him, but you were unsuccessful, as he only held you tighter, wrapping his arms around you. His chin now resting on top of your head, you could feel his breathing hitch and his throat tighten. He tried to stop his own emotions from spilling over but,

“I-I was just so worried. I know that I’ve lost you before, and while I don’t fully remember it, I don’t know if I could go through that again.” He again tried to clear his throat to stop it from cracking, but to no avail he too had tears to weep. He didn’t quite sob like you had, but you felt him struggle to keep his composure. So there you two were, letting withheld emotions out of their containment, holding on to each other like a lifeline.

Wilford was one of the only ones left that had been there that night, and the only person other than yourself that was still mostly intact. He, despite changing his entire personality and his identity, was still in that god-forsaken manor all those years ago. And while you weren't sure how long he had the ability to warp and mold the universe around him, he was still affected by what happened. He watched as all of his friends either disappear or die, meanwhile getting blamed for it all. And right now you understood just how horrible that felt.

The only other time you had seen him so concerned, was that night. After he watched your body seemingly rise from the dead, he couldn’t believe that you had survived it. You could see the fresh trails of tears on his cheeks, and the guilt in his eyes was evident. That was also the last time you saw him with his sanity. You witnessed him break, just as he was watching you begin to. It was almost poetic.

“Do you think I’m going to end up like you, Wil?” You managed to joke, like he had only moments before. He scoffed, feigning offense at your question.

“After all I do for you and you just insult me?! The nerve!” He exclaimed, a small croak escaping with it.

He finally let you look at him, eyes red and watery, face stained with streams of tears. He looked awful, though you could say the same for yourself. You took a moment to wipe the tears from his cheeks, thumb gliding over the warm, puffy skin. You brought his forehead down to meet your own, pressing them together. Eyes closed, the two of you sat there in complete satisfaction and comfort. Wil cared about you, he just had odd ways of showing it, you could trust him. You snickered as his breath and mustache tickled your face as he talked.

He reeled back before exclaiming, “God I hope not! The universe can really only handle one of me, if that!” you let out a hearty laugh, always a fan of his dramatics.

He waited for your laughter to settle, obviously pleased that he had been able to cheer you up. He brought his hand up, and reached out to touch your cheek. He smiled as you pressed your face into it.

“I’m going to do whatever I can to help you. I promise. I was afraid of what you were going through, from what I heard you mumble in your sleep.” he sighed, “Cupcake, if there's anything that you take away from this it's that, you are as real as it gets. And just because you have lived, quite frankly, many lives, does not make you any less real. You continue to learn and improve yourself, and you have changed the lives of so many. I mean just look at Mr. Yancy! He’s going on parole, just because of what you said, because of what you managed to do.”

You felt your throat tighten, “Wil, please-”. You tried to look away but he moved his hand to your chin, tilting it up so you’d look at him.

“No, I’m not done! You are going to listen to all of this! I know that memories get hard to recollect after a while, believe me I’ve been there, but that’s not your fault! You never asked for this, you were simply handed a broken universe and then told to fix it! But you’ve done so well with what you’ve been given. You aren’t a bad guy, you’re just trying to fix what's broken. And you, my dear friend, are not in any way broken. Glass shatters, and chips, and cracks, but it can always be mended.” He leaned forward, bringing his voice down to just above a whisper so only you could hear. “Allow yourself to be mended, allow yourself to heal from your heartbreaks. Please. If you will not do it for yourself, allow me a moment of selfishness and do it for me. All I’m asking is that you don’t give up, okay?”

He had made you cry again, not saying that you had completely stopped in the first place. The fact that he was being completely genuine, no jokes, no pranks, no guffaws, that he genuinely cared about you, and was willing to step out of his comfort zone to comfort you, broke the rest of the damn.

He let you cry against him again, only this time it wasn’t as extreme. The both of you chuckled at your failed attempts at saying “okay”, as most of them were interrupted by hiccups or gasps. He was there for you, and you were there for him. And in that moment, that’s really all that the two of you could do. He couldn’t fix it for you. He was unable to pick up the pieces that fell from your person, even though he wanted nothing more than to do so. But he could be there to provide the much needed support and care that you deserve.

After you had no more tears left to cry, you didn’t leave his embrace. Feeling absolutely drained, you drug him down so you’d be lying next to each other, rather than sitting. He complied, now being able to pull you the rest of the way in, pressing all of him against all of you. Your legs were tangled together, and you had your face buried in his chest. You could hear his breathing, and his steady heart beat against your ear. His arms wrapped around you, one across your back and one around your waist. You had missed his hugs tremendously, but this was definitely a start to making up the ones that you had missed out on.

The two of you joked back and forth, throwing occasional burns at each other as you had in the past. He felt whole, more present and sane than he had in years. And when you were ready to start talking about your memories and various identities, he was there to listen. When you needed confirmation or specifics about a “life” he would try his best to bring some clarity. And when he began to feel himself slip, you would change the subject.

It was harmonious, the way the two of you interacted. What comforted both of you was the fact that you had been through everything together. Both seemingly very different beings, yet experiencing the same set of circumstances, and had just processed them a little differently.

By the time you had felt more comfortable neither of you could tell how long you had been laying there. Not that it mattered, you felt safe next to the friendly neighborhood lunatic.

Time, as it was, didn't feel right, partially because of the constant changing of universes, and partially because of the time you had spent in space. Wilford claimed that Time no longer had an effect on him and therefore didn’t matter, which you couldn’t exactly argue against. He didn’t look like he had aged a day since back then. Of course his appearance had varied as he dipped further and further into his insanity, but not much else physically had changed. The creases that formed in the corners of his eyes when he smiled or laughed were still there. The way that he always had a certain cadence with all of his actions and speech haven't faded. And while no longer being the colonel you knew way back then, he was still your beloved friend.

He didn’t have to tell you that you needed to get going. You were, as Will had put it, “Running behind on a very specific schedule that the universe has set up for you. And it’ll only wait for so long.” You watched his smile falter, remembering what your purpose was at the end of the day. And despite neither of you wanting to separate, you had to finish what was started. Begrudgingly, he let you get up from the bed, and he shortly followed suit. Making various inappropriate jokes about the situation as you were getting prepared to leave. “I don’t think I’ve been in bed that long with anyone! And I was known for the great Ned Affair!“

You elbowed his side, gaining a very over exaggerated grunt from Wil.

“I’ll see you soon right?” You asked, reaching out for his hand. Your fingers interlock with his, and you feel him gently squeeze back.

He smiled at it, then at you.

“Of course you will.”

The two of you stepped into the open area of the room, taking a second to mentally prepare for more of the awful wormholes and loops that were coming your way.

“God, I hate that that stupid wormhole took me away before I could hear the rest of Yancy’s performance. I bet that it was really good.” You were only half-joking, not expecting anything to come out of it.

“Well no spoilers, but it was. Maybe-” He sighed, tapping his free hand against his chin, “…ugh I hate making you anymore late for our meeting, but maybe I can take you back to see the rest of it. I’m sure that the universe will give you a little more time before the “end”. Not like there is, or will ever be, a true end.

You chose to ignore what Wil had just said about there not being an end, because had you stopped to think about it you may have lost the rest of your dwindling sanity right then and there. You smiled, giving one more firm squeeze. “I think I’d like that.”

A wormhole opened in front of you, only now it was pink. You stared into the swirling chaos, not fully ready to jump back in. He felt you hesitate, “Go on. You have the whole multiverse to save after all!” Noticing that his point did little to encourage you, as you shot a glare at him, he brought you in for one last hug. “You’ll be fine. After all, you can’t keep me away for long.” He whispered to you.

Taking a step back, you approached the wormhole again. Looking at him one last time, he nodded, smiling, and you stepped in.

Disco music surrounded you, and with only one tunnel to follow, you let yourself relax.

So what if you had led a thousand lives before this one, you knew that no matter where you were taken, Wil was never too far away. And that was all the motivation that you needed.

You had been through enough of this, and it was time to finish it.

(A/N: FINALLY FINISHED! THANK GOODNESS! I have been struggling with this s.o.b for at LEAST a week. And finally, I think its as ready as its going to get. I hope you enjoyed, and if theres any critiques or ideas that you think might help me improve please let me know! And @peachy-is-obsessed, thank you again for the request! This, despite me wanting to throw my computer into the sun, was really fun to write! I hope that it meets your expectations!

-Soup :D)

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