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punkitt-is-here

realized how i sounded talking out loud today

kokica1

This fandom is fucking wild dude

moringmark

clanwarrior-tumbly

for the prompts, could i request prompt 16 with head engineer mark? thank u sm!! :]

16) “You’ve been my best friend for all these years, and I’m really grateful for everything you did to me, but I can’t stay here watching you fall in love with someone else, because the truth is…I’m in love with you” (modified)

(MAJOR ISWM 2 SPOILERS)

clanwarrior-tumbly

Hey! Can I request Markiplier and Jacksepticye egos (You can chose who) with a reader who is kinda like kenny from south park in the sense that they have the ability to die and come back to life the next day, but very little people remember it. Some details you can add is that reader is very tired all the time and doesn't try to avoid dying anymore. They also cover their face using either a veil or mask and rarely speak. I really enjoy your writing and I hope you're doing okay!

Illinois

He’s used to his associates dying during adventures. So he doesn’t think you’ll be any different (but still he’s upset when you fell into a lethal spike pit, the images unable to leave his mind).

Then the next day, you come back. Not even slightly injured.

Illinois is relieved yet so confused, especially when the others think you’re just fine and don’t remember him telling them about your death.

“No, that’s..I-I know for a fact I saw you die. But I guess fate wanted you to come back to me, huh?” He turns on his flirtatious charm again to mask his confusion.

You just shrug and smile behind your face mask. “It happens..won’t be the last time, though.”

“....wait what do you mean?”

Wilford

You dying, coming back, and not worrying about avoiding death only further solidifies Wilford’s belief that death is meaningless.

He’s the only one who remembers you dying, but when he sees how carefree you are, he just laughs and thinks you’re pranking him.

Of course! You had to be! Why else would you not care about walking straight into danger?

There were times where he shot you in front of the others and one ego goes “oh my god, he killed [y/n]!!” and another shouts “you bastard!!”

But obviously none of them remember that.

Schneeplestein

He takes one x-ray of you and is flabbergasted by what he sees.

“You should be dead!! No human could have injuries this severe and survive! But here you are sitting in my exam room!”

He’s a doctor who defies both life and death in the operating room, though apparently you do, too.

Any fatal mishaps with Anti’s attacks or Marvin’s spells are irrelevant as you come back the next day like nothing happened.

Henrik’s cursed with the knowledge of knowing you’re basically immortal, while the others don’t remember you dying at all.

Jackieboy Man

You were his sidekick photographer during a mission and it did not end well, as the flash scared some birds and you fell to your death.

Poor Jackie saw you hit the pavement...and boy it was messy.

When you come back the next day, he doesn’t seem to remember any of that night. Though Marvin does, recalling the superhero being traumatized and inconsolable.

Yet there you two are, playing video games like nothing ever happened.

When he asks what superpower you’d wanna have, you jokingly say “immortality”.

my-dailydreams

mark-dark-andmore

nightmare | Darkiplier x Reader

a/n: HERES THE NEXT PART FOR NEEDY AND EVERYTIME!!! Mob!Darkiplier x Detective!Neutral!Reader

warnings: blood? cussing? idk I don’t remember

summary: you only hoped you were safe.

When you stirred, Dark didn’t notice. He kept petting your hair as gently as he could, his elbow sat on the bed as he kept his book up. He read quickly, he was deep in thought. Your (y/e/c) eyes slowly opened, your vision was blurry but you could make out the silhouette of a man you knew all too well. Your body felt like it was on clouds, but your soul was shattered. What happened the last time you remember...wasn’t tasteful. You felt trapped in a mental and emotional cage, someone had caught you at a low moment and you were lucky enough to back away into a wall of metal bars. You didn’t know where you were to until...now. The dark red room was lit by a candle somewhere, it spun around like you had ran in circles for years. A prickling sensation washed over you, and you blinked, looking to the figure beside you.

You jumped, and despite the pain, you sat up quickly, letting out a loud growl.

His emotionless eyes flickered from his book to you. He spoke softly, “Easy there, tiger.”

“Why the hell are you here?” You snarled, trying desperately to push down the pain with a straight face.

Dark scoffed, placing his book on the table next to the bed. “It is my bed you are resting in.”

Your eyes didn’t move. “So you kidnapped me?”

“It was you who came to my doorstep, bludgeoned and blood dripping from your head.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but pieces of the puzzle fell into place. You remembered bits and pieces of last night, but you could perfectly remember that gut-wrenching feeling of “when I get to where I’m going, I’ll be safe”. Your stomach twisted as you blinked quickly, staring into Dark’s eyes.

“What?”

“You’re lucky I had some empathy for you.”

Tears stung your eyes like citrus, you blinked so fast that you could barely see Dark stand up. He looked just like...him. The man who almost killed you, his posture was the same as Dark’s, his shoulders as broad, his confidence large. Your trembling hands scrambled behind you, pulling yourself away from the man who hurt you. All you could see as you blinked was that mysterious man’s sickening face, not Dark’s sadistic one. You opened your eyes wide, then closed them.

When you opened them again, you saw the room you were tortured in, not the one you laid in all night.

You could hear the bat as he dragged it against the floor, a long scrape before it hit your rib cage with a large force that ripped the air from your lungs. You took a short gasp as you let out a loud wail. Your eyes opened to see that silhouette, to see that wicked smirk. The man snickered, placing his bat on his shoulder as he watched you writhe in pain. Your wrists were chained tightly to the ceiling, but you could barely feel them. You wished you could run, but you were stuck with no friends and no help. You were going to die, you knew it.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? You have to tell me.” The rush of footsteps closer to you made you shiver.

Your hands grabbed at your hair, forcing yourself to curl into a painful ball, mumbling, “Please, do-don’t-don’t hurt me-me.”

Dark took a calm breath before whispering gently, “I will not hurt you. Let me see your wounds-“

His hand grazed your side, and you leaped backwards, letting out a loud screech of fear. He can’t touch you, if he touches you, you’ll get beat as black and blue as you were last night.

Your hands gripped and gripped your hair, trying to stop the scorching feeling of those metal cuffs around your wrists. Your body writhed as the pain returned as a tsunami, you couldn’t get the feeling on metal to bone and-

Dark’s cold hand laid against your own, and you stopped, for no reason. The pain just...ceased. Your lungs pulled in short breaths, the room was so quiet that you could only hear your heart beat faster and faster like you were having a heart attack.

“Y/N, what is wrong?” His voice was as soft as a bunny, trying to figure out why you were acting so...strange. “I am not here to harm you.”

“I...I...” you mumbled, your words disappeared as soon as they hit your tongue.

“What happened to you last night?” He breathed, only for you to shiver underneath his touch. “I need to know so that I can properly help you get back on your feet.”

“Please...” The tears dropped from your chin onto Dark’s arm, he could feel the raw agony that you were holding underneath your skin. You were playing lockdown, locking down your feelings and clear thoughts.

He let go of you, his eyes watched you cautiously. “I promise you are safe here.”

“You’re safe with me, Y/N!”

A hiccup escaped your throat as the raw emotions in your chest ripped up your heart like paper, you began to sob as Dark watched, alarmed. The pain sliced through your body, you could feel every bruise and cut and gash, and God, you just wanted everything to stop.

“Y/N, I am going to have to sedate you if you keep refusing treatment.”

You didn’t answer, the pain was too overpowering and it was getting harder to breathe. You felt Dark’s hand as it pulled your arm out straight, then the sharp pain of a needle in your elbow.

The pain began to grow dimmer, and so did your sight. Soon, you felt the pillows underneath your side, and a soft hand on your forehead, pushing the hair out of your face. “Just rest, Y/N. I will be here.”

“Just know you’ll always be mine.”

Your vision blurred into reality, you could feel icy tears fall down your cheeks. Your body felt like cement, it would take every joule of energy in your body to lift your finger.

So, to ignore the pain, you looked up at the ceiling. The smooth, pearly white ceiling looked so out of place against the crimson walls, the long, black velvet curtains. You’ve appeared at Darkiplier’s manor before, it looked like it was plucked from the lush fields of Ireland and placed in a city that looked nothing like it. It looked the the Palace of Versailles mashed together with the moss and ivy of Irish descent. The windows were floor to ceiling, the floors were expensive hardwood and marble in some areas. You’ve snuck into this place enough to study it, but not enough to let every detail sink in.

Your eyes wandered forwards, seeing the flat screen TV mounted to the wall above a modern looking dresser which held personal items, you assumed. There were two doors to the right, one had light seeping in from below. Your eyes looked to the right, seeing more black velvet curtains drawn tightly, sunlight crept in some places but was not prominent.

The door with light underneath swung open, startling you and making you look towards it. Now in your full view was...casual Darkiplier?

Your eyebrows furrowed as Dark looked down at his white t-shirt and black sweatpants. He scowled, “What?”

“You’ve...always worn suits.” You mumbled, throat dry and raw.

Dark scoffed, rolling his eyes as he ran a hand through his damp hair, black wet curls stuck to his forehead. “Not in my own home.”

Silence settled in after that, as he made his way over to you. Your eyes followed him with curiosity, he didn’t dare to look at your broken state as he sat down in the satin chair next to your bedside. His dark eyes looked to the plastic kit on the nightstand. “Why did you come here?”

You wished you could answer that question for yourself. You felt weary, you didn’t know how to answer so you did what you would never do in front of your enemy: fake being unconscious. You closed your eyes, letting the pain absorb you.

You let out a rumbling moan, that decision was a horrible one. It felt like you were doused in gasoline and set ablaze, tears fell involuntarily as you weakly clenched your fist. You clenched your jaw tightly, trying to ease the pain in any way possible.

“Y/N...” Dark muttered, you felt his cold hand on your forehead. “You must tell me.”

“I-I don’t remember.” You whispered as your eyes opened, they met Dark’s own black eyes with tears. “Dark-“

Dark’s eyes held a cold stare, making you shiver. “What happened, Y/N? What happened last night that you appeared at my doorstep, bludgeoned to near death?”

Tears ripped at your eyes. Your hand grabbed his from your forehead and held onto it as tears spilled down your cheeks. You remembered every moment of last night, the degrading, the injuries, the trauma. You knew how to handle trauma victims; it was a part of your job. The thing is, you didn’t know how to handle yourself being the victim.

You were the hero, the savior, the fighter- for Gods’ sake, you’ve gone under gunfire for a little girl. You saved a three year old from a fully involved house fire and got reprimanded for running into a burning building. You were reckless but cautious, you’ve saved people from worse and you’ve rarely had breakdowns this bad- to the point of sobbing. You didn’t know how to process your own trauma, you were trying to put out a chemical fire with tap water (which makes it worse). You were broken.

Dark watched you, you felt it. He was probably laughing at you, wasn’t he?

“It...it is alright.”

You almost choked, but those damned tears kept falling. Your mind couldn’t stop playing the memory over and over, and that sickening smile just...wouldn’t go away.

You could feel it as his hand gripped yours, strength and comfort oddly radiated from him as he spoke softly.

“You are safe here.”

snoodles-and-egos

Strings

It's always interesting whenever I write things like mannequins/dolls/puppets in a horror context, because they skeeve me out. Call me Markiplier with the way I despise mannequins.

This is also partially inspired by the horror game Prototype if you remember that one from like a year and a half ago.

Puppet!Jameson Jackson x GN!Reader, TW: automatonophobia, kidnapping, forced possession, emetophobia Words: 955

idontexist65

Do people still like Markiplier egos 🥲

Look Iron lung restarted my old hyperfixation and I am. Oh I’ve rewatched so much shit in the past TWO days like genuinely

Anyway Damien makes me sob, enjoy

inkonapage

Scripted Violence (Bim Trimmer X Reader)

((AH! I’m alive! Anyway I had to do some research on how Bim acts also I’m just sorta lazy but I’m tryin’ y'all I promise but here we go as promise @saltines-and-tea

@justwritingscibbles any thoughts Mama Scribs?))

You had known the adorkable show host for many Years now and you had never once seen him get angry. Upset, sure everyone does. Sad, you bet he had had many a rough nights curled up in your safe embrace as you soothed his troubled mind. Happy, almost on a day to day basis. Stress, he worked in the Entertainment Industry of course he got stressed. Sick, not really a mood but you had been at his house until he was well once more waiting on him hand and foot. But angry…true, genuine anger…never. Not once. Bim was a lovely creature who seemed to lack the anger response in any situation that would normally have anyone else ready to punch someone square in the face. It was amazing and honestly a bit impressive if you were being totally honest with yourself; he was able to keep his head and stay calm no matter what life threw at him.

fatesinthenight

What about the Author? S/O being worried because he was out so much time so She goes after him, but its caught by some of Author's enemies?

You are eating alone for the third time. It’s starting to get to you. You know Author told you he was going to do something and it will take some time but you were getting worried. He hasn’t called you or sent a text to let you know he was alright. You don’t like it. You know how he and be secretive about what he does even if you tell him to be honest with you. He just looks you in the eye and runs a hand through your hair saying “It’s better if you don’t know…”

You loose your appetite and shove the plate away from you. Digging into your pocket you take out your phone and look up someone who would know where he could be.

“Hello?” Host answers.

“Host its me.” You tell him.

“(Y/N)? Host did not expect to hear from you.” He is surprised.

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you but I’m just worried and I thought maybe you could help me.” You fumble with the hem of your shirt.

“My brother is missing isn’t he?” Host said sighing.

“He said he had to take care of something and he hasn’t been back in three days. I’m worried about him.” You want him here with you.

“Author is the type of man that keeps to himself. He does as he pleases. When the Ego house was made he wanted no part in it and took off to like on his own. Of course he is not the only one Bing has his own place too. The Jims… Well it’s the Jims they practically live in their news van.” Usually that van is parked in the driveway of the house. “Even so Author doesn’t let us know how he is unlike the others. The never did get alone with anyone. Why do you think we were all surprised when you showed up?”

“And I thought Darling had a hard time with Dark.” You and Darling talk quite a bit when it came to people questioning who you are dating. “I know Author can be well a handful and I know he has done bad things but… He is also kind deep down… To me he is. I know you two don’t see eye to eye but please… If you know where he is please let me know.”

Host can hear it in your voice. Your scared for Author. He remembers when Author for once showed up at the Ego house and you were there holding onto his arm. It was the first time he met you and he is still in disbelief about it, so are the others they assumed Author had you under some influence. But you assured them it was not like that and even pouted at them all for thinking that way. Host saw it in your aura, it was pink and if Author was manipulating you he would have been able to see it in your colors.

“Host will see if he can find him. Don’t worry (Y/N).” Host assures you.

“Thank you Host. Bye.” You say in relief as you hang up.

Host puts the phone down and groans. He gets up from his desk in his library and walks to the booth that was just built in. He steps in and locks the door then turns on the “On Air” sign and sits down at the table. He pulls the microphone to himself and taps it to see if it is on. He channels himself and then speaks.

“The Author needs to respond to this now.” He said angry.

“O what do you know… Hello to you too little brother.” Author smirks hearing Host’s voice in his head. “For what do I owe the pleasure of you actually getting ahold of me?” He is twirling his bat around.

“Author tell be where you are now.” Host cuts to it.

“And why would I? You really do t want nothing to do with me and I don’t want anything to do with you. So if you got into your booth to contact me just for that then it was pointless.” Author saids casually.

“(Y/N) is worried about Author. Author is scaring her.” Host is getting more upset.

Author stops twirling his bat. “I know she is. You don’t think I know that.” He grips the bat hard. “I’m doing this for her.”

“Then get off your high horse and tell her!” Host grips his mic. “You are so selfish you know. Only thinking about yourself and not the people around you! Don’t you know she loves you!”

Author’s hand hurts from how hard he is holding the bat. “Don’t you dare think I am being selfish here. I’m trying to protect her and this is how I am doing it. So if you don’t mind I’m going to finish the job.”

Host tries to say something then Author cuts him off, snipping the connection. Host hears static knowing that he can’t reach Author again. He smacks his desk and curses Author. Back with Author he turns to a tied up man with a cloth gaging his mouth. He walks up to the tied up man and bends downs to eye level holding his bat behind him.

“So sorry about that. Little brothers came be so annoying.” He glares at the man in the chair. “So tell me again…” He takes out the gag. “Where are the others?”

“I’m not telling you shit!” The man spits as Author.

“Alright. Hard way then. I always preferred it that way.” He stuffs the cloth back in the mans mouth and readies his bat. “Swing batter swing.” He grins.

You look at your phone. You have been staring at it for two hours already. Your nerves are getting the best of you. Standing up you get ready to go out. Even if Host said he will find him you can’t wait anymore. You leave the apartment you share with Author and head out. You think where would he go and go to spots he likes to relax in. First you go where the batting cages are, lenders out his steam here. Then you walk by a coffee shop at a corner he enjoys writing in, he hates Starbucks thinks it’s too much. Looking into the window of the cozy shop you think of when you first met him. He spotted you walking in from a rainy day and buys you a drink. He tells you how you looked like the perfect heroine in a book. From then you two met up twice a week at the shop just talking. The memories make you more determined to find him. Next you go to this bar he visits every so often on a bad day. You walk in and look around, he is no where in sight. But you walk up to the bar tender just to be sure.

“Ummm excuse me?” You say softly. “I was wondering if you have seen my boyfriend around.”

The bartender shrugs. “You mean that writer guy with the bat? Nope haven’t seen him. Sorry.”

You look down. “O… Ok thank you.” Before you head out someone takes your hand.

“You know Author?” A man asks.

“I… Ummm yes. Do you know him?” You say cautiously.

“Yea. We drink together here. Good guy. You looking for him?” He don’t let you go.

You don’t like the vibe this man is giving you. “O well he did say he was out so I thought he would be her but my mistake I think he is on another spot. I will be good then.”

“Wait up its not right for someone like to to be walking around this late. How about I walk you there?” He smiles.

“O no. That’s alright I am fine.” You smile.

“You sure?” He gets closer to you then you feel something sharp poke your belly. “I insist…”

You know there is a blade pressing at you. You don’t draw attention to it and try to be calm. If you do anything this man is surely going to hurt you. “Alright… Author should be close…” You lead the way out with the tip of the blade now pressed to your back.

Once outside you just keep walking trying to keep yourself together but your hands are shaking so badly. “What is your aim here?” You say nervously.

“Your man has some things he has to answer to. He has been screwing with us for some time and he needs to pay for his actions. And you are going to help.” The man wraps a arm around your waist.

“What do he do?” You feel so gross inside with this guys arm around you.

“You see he came to us saying he can help us make some money. He took out his pen and wrote in his little journal and my buddies and I walked into a bank like nothing and everyone willingly gave us all their money. We were robbing people blind. He just wrote down what will happen and had all the people practically throwing their cash at us. We were living it up and he said he was bored and thought it would be fun never taking any money.” He leads you away from the sidewalk into an alley. “Then one day he came and said he was done. Said he was bored again and found something better. He left us all. But he stabbed us all in the back and wrote in his journal that the cops find us all. He laughed as he ran off hearing the sirens get louder. Too boot when my buddies and I said it was all his fault they didn’t know what we were talking about. Author messed with their heads so he will get off he hook!”

You take in what this man is telling you. Author really did go around finding new things to write about. You know about what he did to Daniel and Ryan. He didn’t care who the people were as long as they fit his story he kept writing, not caring what he did to them. Thinking about it makes your heart feel heavy, hearing this dark side of Author.

“I got a feeling it’s because of you.” He shoves you down. “I got out on bail and went to look for him. Next time I found him he was with you.” He picks you up and slams you to a brick wall. “He got soft. He turned on is because he met you. We had such a sweet thing going on and you ruined it!” He has the knife at your chest. “Now you have to pay for it.”

Two more men walk out snickering. The man who has you at the wall keeps the knife on you and his other hand brushes your cheek. “Honestly is sucks. Your actually pretty cute. Too bad your not going to look that way much longer.” He throws you to the ground again and the three men loom over you. Your crying and feel so scared.

“Author….” You whimper.

“Get the hell away from her!” Author rushes forward and swings his bat at full force. He knocks out one man and the other two jump him.

One guy grabs his bat before he can swing again and the other finds an opening and punches him in the stomach. Author takes his bat back and kicks one guy off him and swings at the second ones legs, sweeping him off his feet. He then slams the bat hard on the second mans back hearing a harsh crack. The other man still up jumps on his back and puts him in a choke hold. Author moves back hard and slams the man on the wall making him lose his hold on Author. Author then moves away and punches him right in the face knocking him out. Breathing heavily he turns to look at you then feels all the blood in his body go cold.

“Don’t move…” The man that was supposedly knocked out at first has you pulled agents him with a knife pointed at your neck. “Or she dies. Drop the bat”

He lets his bat fall. “You have me here now. You want me not her. I’m the one who needs to be punished, I’m the one that needs to die.”

“Author… no…” You cry.

“Take out your journal and write me a good ending then. I want my money and I want no cops coming after me. Your going to be writing my story the way I want it. So start scribbling or she get it.” He puts a hand on your waist. “I like her though so maybe I will keep her…”

Author glares so intensely. Without taking his eyes off of the man he takes out his journal from his hip,tucked at his pants. He had a pen from his pocket and placed it on the paper. He starts writing.

“The man will get everything he wants. He will have all of his money and riches.” He pauses. “However even so he can not fully enjoy it too much for he had just broken arms and legs.” The man falls over in pain. “No one can hear his screams.” The man is mute still yelling out. “He had of course made a horrible mistake or threatening and putting his filthy hands on the one I love. Now instead of his riches he will rot in prison without bail. His friends all the same. He will never come near me or (Y/N) again. The End.”

With the last words the story is over and he closes his journal, but he is not done yet… He picks his bat up again and lets it drag on the ground. He moves past you and drags the man out of your sight. You hug yourself hearing the smack of the bat over and over again. After a while it stops and he walks back to you, some blood on the bat and specks of it on his clothes. He does say a word and he just gets in his knees dropping his bat and pulling you into his arms.

“I’m sorry.” He brushes your hair. “Your at last person I wanted involved in this.”

You cry and cling onto him. “I was so scared… I thought… You… I asked Hist to find you and I could wait so I went to look for you and then…” You sniffle.

He lets you go and takes the journal out with the pen. “We are back home now.” You blink and you are back at the apartment. He lifts you in his arms and takes you to the bathroom. He sits you on the counter wipes your tears. He gets a wash cloth an puts it under the water. You watch him as he takes out the excess water and dabs it on your face. Then he leaves and comes back with an ice bag. He carefully puts it on the back of your head, you wince. It must have been when you were slammed to the wall. Author gives you the bag and you hold it to your head. Standing in front of you he looks away from you.

“I am not a good man.” He begins. “I have messed with many people. I got a thrill from writing. My characters even if they were real people were nothing but my pawns in the story of their life. Every time I got bored of them I write their end and move on to the next. I made quite the number of enemies.” He leans into the counter his arms on either side of you. “I never thought I would ever get attached to anyone. Hell I don’t even have that much of a relationship with Host and he is my brother. But I found it in you.” He looks you in the eye. “You made me want to have my own story. Not write someone else’s. If I was going to have my own story I wanted you in it. Now I don’t think I can… It’s best if you leave me.”

He gets a slap in the face. As he holds his cheek he looks at you surprised. “Stupid! You think I did not know who you are. I knew what you could do and your reputation. Even so I still fell in love with you. I wanted to be with you. When you asked me to live with you I was so happy. I love being with you, faults and all. You are trying to be better. That’s why you left. You were tying up all your mistakes so they would not come back to hurt us. You were gone because you were trying to protect me…” You look at him lip quivering. “So if you think after all of that that you will have me leave you then think again! I may be weak but I will not back down. I’m here and I want to help you be a better man. I know you can be better, I have seen it… So I’m going to stay here no matter if you like it or not.”

He just looks a you saying nothing. He closes the space between you both and cups your face in his hands and kisses you. His hold on you is so gentle but his lips are crushing yours. He doesn’t let you breathe and you cling onto his shirt. It feels like time was going slow until he stops and lets you take in a breath. He catches his breath too and buries his face to the side of your neck.

“I love you.” He whispers.

You smiles and hug him. “I love you too.”

Back at the ego house Host storms into Dark’s office. “Dark! I need to-”

Dark’s glare makes him silence. He can feel his gaze without even actually seeing it. It was then he hears a soft grown. He turns to the leather couch to see Darling’s figure there sleeping. He gets it now.

“Dark you have to do something about Author. He is being selfish and negligent to (Y/N). You know this is wrong we need to find him and-” Host said more quietly.

“It’s already taken care of.” Dark responds. “I just got a message from him. His problem has been dealt with. There is nothing more to worry about.”

“What? Dark you know him. I know him. What makes you think he won’t do this again? He is just going to keep doing what he always does and it is going to hurt (Y/N). It’s not fair to her. She deserves someone better than him.” Host goes on.

Dark just taps his fingers on his desk. “You don’t think he can change?” He stands up. “A person who has done so much wrong. Never being able to redeem them self. Someone who is not to be trusted or even given any pity. A second change that should never be theirs. Why does that sound so familiar?”

“Dark I admit you have shown you can be civil now. But Author he-” Host stops when Dark is in his face.

“You know I was the one who helped him find all those people he had to settle a score with. I gave him all he needed to go out there. I was the one he came to for help because he know I would understand. As much as I hate him he wanted to fix his mistakes for someone to be better.” Dark is flashing so much and his shell is cracking all around.

“Did you fix your mistakes too?” Host asked.

A little groan makes Dark look at Darling. They look cold and shiver rolling to their side. Dark takes off his suit and drapes it over Darling. They snuggle it and look peaceful and Dark kneels on the floor just watching them sleep.

“I made mistakes that can not be fixed. The only thing I can do it move on from them even if they continue to follow me. So as much as it surprised all of you people like me and the Author want to move on. We found someone worth changing for, just enough to be better for them.” He brushes Darling’s cheek. “If that is all you had to say then leave.” He doesn’t even look back at Host. He does however groan and hold his shoulder.

Host sees Dark has yet to recover from his bullet wound. It still aches at times. Host quietly leaves and goes to his room. He sits at his bed and takes out his announcer mic and speaks into it.

“Author… I’m sorry. Your trying… I’m glad you are.” He leaves it at that and turns off the mic then goes to sleep.

Author smiles or himself. He heard Host in his head. “Now you say it.” He snickers softly. He looks down at you sleeping soundly bedside you. He kisses your head and holds you close. Thinking of what you told him that made him love you.

“Your an author right? I think you should be able to write your own story and not everyone else’s. Don’t you think you deserve your own good story?” You smiled at him.

That is what made him love you. No one ever said he could have his own story. His own life. He smiles and drifts off to sleep thinking his story will only be a best seller if you were in there with him.

*well dam I wrote their whole story in a one shot… Ok we have a new couple now. Because the request said her I made it a girl but I will repost this again as it own thing and have it as “them” for the master list. Hope you liked this one. Now we need a name for this S/O.*

coyotestarcraft

Imagine saving Dark, Wilford from another demon.

Even though Dark could technically save themselves the demon had somehow made Dark weak, and Wilford had his gun taken away during the whole ordeal.

“Look here! Darkiplier, the most powerful demon in raspy hill, PATHETIC WEAK LITTLE SHIT OF A DEMON!” The demon cackled.

“I’M NOT WEAK!!” Dark yelled, punching the demon.

Just as the demon was about to choke Dark, an explosion shakes the whole hideaway they were in.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” You yell, with your bat in hand, you swing at the demon landing a hard blow to his head.

“GET BATTED BITCH!” You yell again, repeatedly beating the demon with your bat.

“Y/n! Wow I didn’t know you had a badass side to you!” Wilford hugs you jumping up and down.

“Y/n, what you did was dangerous and reckless, but I thank you for saving us.” Dark smiled, kissing your temple.

“Your welcome.” You smiled, but it soon disappeared when you saw Dark get up but just collapse to the ground. “Dark? Are you okay?” You asked, helping him up.

“Just a bit weak, that’s all.” He grunts. You and Wilford each take his arm and help him upstairs.

“Yo, I got em, come and get us.” You talk into a radio you pulled out of your pocket.

“Were on our way!” A voice comes through.

“Who’s that?” Wilford asks.

“Glitch and Google.” You nonchalantly say.

*Timeskip because I’m lazy*

You patch up Dark and Wilford and cuddle with them.

A/N: I’m a sucker for Dark-Stache apparently lol.

darkscrossfire

You know I have to add this to Whisper of an angel now..

orange-waterfalls

Protect Me

Captain Magnum x gender neutral!reader

@obessionfanboy ty for the... request? Request! Ty for the request.

A/N: Me: *uses the exact same picture for two fics*. lol. It seemed to fit here as well and I was too lazy to go back and change the other one... uh this one's angsty, dude. Mostly angst. I had to add fluff at the end I'm SORRY. I had such a good time writing this, dude, I just... AHH. ok. ok I'm good. Rated T for torture, blood and gore(?).

Word Count: 3.2k

Captain Magnum glared angrily towards the horizon as he clutched the wheel tightly. He'd never had a problem with other pirates before. But he never had anything to lose before. And then you came along.

You were his soft spot. His weakness. He knew people would take advantage of that, but he didn't think much of it.

And then they took you.

It all happened so fast. You were sitting next to him, singing a shanty he taught you while the others danced. He couldn't help but stare at your face. Your wonderful face… He found it hard to believe that you were his. Not like you belonged to him. You were your own person. But… you were his! It was too good to be true…

That part was right.

There was a sudden explosion from the left. You would've gone flying if Magnum hadn't caught you. He could barely see through the smoke, but he could make out a ship next to theirs. He led you to his cabin and put you inside.

"Stay here 'til I tell ye 'tis safe," he instructed softly. You grabbed his hand when he tried to walk away from you.

"What? No, I'm helping,"

"No, ye're not. Stay here."

"I'm useful!"

"I know ye be!"

"Then let me-"

"Y/N!" He grabbed your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. You stopped at his sudden authority. "I wants t' keep ye safe… please… I don't want t' lose ye." your eyes softened and you sighed.

"Ok. I'll stay here," you smiled. He kissed your forehead and closed the door. You figured, at least, you could hide a bit better. You found a large barrel in the back of the room. You thought that'd be as good a place as any.

Captain Magnum fought off opposing pirates on the deck with the rest of the crew. His size helped an awful lot. He was much larger and stronger than the other pirates. He batted them away like flies. His ex-first-mate ran up next to him.

"Captain, where be Y/N?" He asked over the gunshots and cannonfire. He had been salty over the fact that you'd been made first mate, but you soon got along. He started thinking of you as a little sibling, so he wanted you to be safe just as much as the captain did.

"Safe in me cabin, don't worry," Magnum answered. The ex…(look, imma just call him… John. His name is John now) John looked over at Magnum's cabin to make sure you were actually safe.

"Uh… Captain?" He called for his attention. Magnum looked at him. He was pointing towards the open door of his quarters.

"Oh, no, no, no, no," he mumbled under his breath as he ran over to the open door. He threw the stuff to and fro, not caring what he broke, trying to find you.

"Oh, God," John whispered. Magnum whipped around to him, finding him staring to the side. He ran over to see what he was looking at. There you were.

Tied up.

In the arms of the enemy.

Magnum couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He'd lost you. He'd failed you. He wanted to keep you safe… that's all he wanted to do.

"Um... I found... I found this attached t' th' wall..." John said and handed a letter to the Captain. He gently took it.

"If you want them back, you'll follow these directions…"

You sat staring blankly at the ocean while the pirates drank and cheered all around you. You were tied to the mast in the center of the ship, unable to move your arms. You were sitting. The captain of the ship walked over to you.

"Oh, come on, now. Lighten up!" he shouted. "We be good scallywags... Right fellas?!" the entire crewed bellowed out a "yeah" that shook you to your core.

"What you are is a bunch of squiffy miscreants who need to let me the fuck go," You snarled. You had picked up a bit of pirate slang while on the ship. You learned that "squiffy" meant "stupid" and "miscreant" meant "villain".

"Oh, I see we 'ave a brave one here," the captain chuckled darkly. You turned your head away from him, but he grabbed your chin and turned you back towards him. "I don't reckon ye understand... I be-" his villainous monologue was cut off by you biting his thumb. He yelled out and stumbled back.

"Fuck you, dickhead!" You shouted.

"Ow, wha' in Davy Jones' locker! Are ye feral or somethin'?" He hissed as he cradled his bleeding hand. You bared your teeth and growled like a wild animal. The crew all stepped back. He looked at them, then turned to you. "I don't take disrespect lightly. I bet we can fix that courage o' yers…" he snapped and two men untied you from the pole. You kicked them and ran towards the plank at the side of the ship. You turned towards them as they stepped towards you.

"Don't move! I'll jump! I will!" You warned. The captain held out his hand for the crew to stop walking.

"Listen, kid, we be plannin' on holdin' ye fer ransom against Captain Magnum. If he gets here 'n ye're dead? Well, then, we be jus' gonna kill 'im 'n his crew, 'n take thar loot fer ourselves. Ye wouldna like that, now would ye?" He asked. You frowned and looked at the water below before sighing and walking back onto the deck. "Yeah, that's wha' I thought." You could hear the smirk in his voice and it made you sick. A particularly large man with an eyepatch led you under the deck. He closed the hatch and pulled out a knife. Your eyes widened as you stumbled back and fell onto the floor. You started to hyperventilate and tried to move away from him. He sighed.

"This will hurt less if ye jus' sit thar 'n take it."

The crew finally arrived where they were told to go. Captain Magnum instructed two crewmates to bring a chest full of treasure. John ran up to him.

"But, Captain, can't we try 'n-" he began.

"Would ye rather 'ave treasure or 'ave Y/N back?" He responded bluntly. John opened his mouth, but sighed when he realized he had nothing to argue.

They walked into an abandoned building and entered a room that looked like it used to be a ballroom. The opposing captain sat in a velvet chair at the top of some stairs.

"Well, well, well! Look who finally decided t' show up! One eyed Jack was gettin' tired…" he mocked. Magnum clenched his fists at the implication that something happened to you.

"I brought yer treasure. Give me back me first mate," he glowered.

"Oh, come on now. Why so serious? Can nah we chat first? How was yer day?" The captain laughed. Magnum's crew all took out guns and pointed them at the opposing crew. The captain rolled his eyes.

"Alright, fine, take yer mate. They was so borin'. They barely even screamed durin' th' torture…"

Magnum could feel his face heat up in anger. His body went cold as he saw a large man drop your limp body in front of him. He breathed shakily as he saw the blood all over you. He could see tears stream down your face. Your breathing was shallow and your eyes were closed. Jack and another crewmate lifted you up and carried you back to the ship. Magnum refused to look up from the floor.

"Now, hand o'er th' chest, Magnum," the captain said in a sing-song voice. Two crewmates started sliding the chest over to the opposite crew, but Magnum blocked them with his log-leg.

"Fight me fer it." Magnum demanded.

"Pardon?"

"If ye're such a good pirate, then fight me fer th' chest."

"Wha'? No! That wasn't th' deal!"

"I guess if ye're too scared…" The pirate clenched his fists for a moment before smirking.

"Alright, then, Captain, ye've got yourself a deal." Both men stood in the center of the room. "Good ole-fashioned duel?" Magnum nodded and took out his pistol. The other captain did the same. One eyed Jack stood back a bit, and leaned over to Captain Magnum, covering his mouth with his hand and whispering something in his ear. The other captain didn't think much of it. His first mate would never do anything to harm him.

One-eyed Jack counted to ten paces, but the opposing captain turned before he finished. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, thinking he'd caught Magnum off-guard. His grin fell when he saw Magnum already pointing his pistol. Both men fired, but in his panic, the other captain missed. Magnum did not. The captain fell, screaming and holding his shoulder. Magnum looked down at him for a moment before putting his pistol away and lifting the chest, taking it back to the ship. His crew followed. The other captain sat on the floor, breathing heavily as blood gushed out of the wound. One-eyed Jack leaned down to him.

"Wha' in Davy Jones' locker did ye say t' 'im?!" The captain yelled. One-eyed Jack took the Captain's hat and put it on his own head.

"That ye always turn at 9, cap'n," he monotoned. The captain stared at him in disbelief as the larger man patted his good shoulder and left him there to bleed.

Captain Magnum stared at you from across his cabin as John patched you up. You stared blankly into space, and it was making him nervous. You hadn't said a single word since you got back. You'd barely even moved. He'd tried to get you to eat something but you just sat, staring. He was worried.

Jack finished with the last bandage and patted your arm.

"Feel better soon, kid," he whispered. You made no response. He sighed and nodded to the captain as he left. Magnum slowly walked over to you and sat in the chair by the bed.

"A-Ahoy, beauty... How... How are ye doin'?" He stuttered. You didn't respond. "How much... Does it hurt?" Still nothing. "Are ye okay?" You made absolutely no effort to make any sort of sign to let him know anything. He felt his stomach tighten when he realized you were probably in shock or… traumatized or… something. He felt tears stinging his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He needed to be strong. For you.

"Ye... ye needs t' eat. Ye... prolly lost a lot o' blood. Ye needs t' eat." he said desperately. He sat a plate down in front of you. Nothing. "I'll... Be here if ye wants t' talk. I won't weigh anchor. I promise I won't." He moved to the other side of the room again, wanting to give you space.

You didn't move for the rest of the day. It had gotten dark, and two meals had passed. You hadn't moved an inch. You just sat staring into space. He tried to initiate conversation a few times, but stopped when he finally figured out you weren't going to respond anytime soon. When night came around, he figured he'd get into bed with you. You did close your eyes as he laid you down and held you close to his chest.

"I love ye," he whispered against your head. You didn't respond.

You made no effort to get up in the morning. Magnum had to sit you up against the wall himself. He brought you breakfast and tried to coerce you into eating again. When that didn't work, he tried to feed you. He held a piece of food up against your mouth. You did nothing, even when he practically begged you to eat something. You did, however, let the water slide down your throat when he tilted your head back and poured. He figured that was good, so he left you alone. Not once did he leave the room when you were going through this. He stated by your side the whole time and left Jack in charge of the ship. He talked to you, knowing you wouldn't answer. He didn't even know if you could hear him. It didn't look like you could.

Every morning he sat you up, trying to ask how you were, eventually leaving you alone.

Every meal, he tried to feed you and eventually gave up, giving you water.

Every other hour he tried to make conversation, eventually realizing it wasn't working.

Every night he laid you down and held you close, saying I love you, eventually realizing you weren't going to say it back.

This went on for… days? Weeks? He'd lost track at this point. He barely slept at night because he wanted to make sure you wouldn't have nightmares. You had one or two, but mostly, you were fine. He didn't eat until you drank water, and he spent hours trying to feed you. He felt like his sanity was slipping every day you weren't alright.

One night, while he was holding you close as always, he said something different.

"I won't always be able t' protect ye, I know I won't. But I needs ye t' trust that I'll try me best," he paused, hoping you would respond. You didn't. He sighed. "I love ye…" he thought he felt you clutch onto his shirt as he was falling asleep. Nah. Couldn't be. He thought.

He sat you up against the wall in the morning, as always. A crewmate brought food and sat in on the bed. He sighed as he watched you for a minute. Your eyes looked… better. Less dull. He shook his head, brushing it off as his imagination. He picked up the food and held it up to your mouth.

"Please, darlin', please. Jus'... Eat?" He begged. You didn't move. He looked down, feeling the tears. No. Not now. Be strong. He told himself. He took a deep breath and looked back up at you. You were sitting there, same position, with your mouth slightly open.

Wait…

Your mouth… was open! Only a bit, but it was open. Magnum felt his hand start to shake in excitement and joy, but he kept it down. He swallowed, deciding to push his luck.

"Well, ye can nah put grub in that wee space. Come on, open up!" he pushed. One side of your mouth upturned a bit, but fell back to its original position as you opened your mouth wider. Magnum smiled and breathed shakily as you chewed the food and swallowed.

You are the entire plate, and he gave you water like always. He sat on his knees, laying his head on his arms, watching you for any other movement. You glanced at him occasionally and that was like all the treasure in the world to him. He sat back in his chair and started talking again. You seemed to be listening, or at least paying attention to him, so he kept talking he made a joke at one point and you exhaled through your nose, grinning slightly. It was the most beautiful thing to him in that moment.

You would open your mouth to let him feed you for the next couple days, and you'd make small responses to things he'd tell you. You'd tilt your head slightly, raise your eyebrows a bit, he even got the occasional eye roll. He would watch you the whole time he talked just to see these little actions. They were what kept him going.

A few weeks after you'd started this, he'd stayed up all night trying to see you do something. He'd already fed you breakfast, and it'd be time for lunch soon. He sat at the other side of the cabin, looking at you. You sat straighter in the bed. You actively looked around instead of just staring at one place, and your fingers occasionally twitched when you saw something you found interesting. He tried to stay awake to feed you lunch, but he just couldn't. He fell asleep in the chair.

He woke up feeling groggy, the way you do after a nap. His neck was sore and his back was stiff. His vision was blurry, and he groaned as he adjusted to the lighting of midday. His first thought was to look over and see what you were doing. You were just sitting there, eating…

You were eating?! You were eating!

You were picking up the food and putting it into your mouth, drinking too!

Magnum almost shot up from his chair as he realized this, making both the chair and the floor creak in protest. You looked over at him, eyes wide. In your eyes was confusion with a slight hint of fear. Magnum sat back down, hands clutching the armrests. You turned back to your food and continued eating, glancing at him in concern. He just sat there and watched you, wide eyed, a goofy smile on his face. When you finished your food and water, he sped over to the bed and plopped in the chair. You leaned back a bit, and you both sat there staring at each other for a solid minute. He cleared his throat.

"Ahoy, beauty!" He said in a raised voice. You winced, so he quieted down. "How are ye doin'?" He asked. You gave him a small smile and a thumbs up. Magnum felt his heart speed up and his breathing quicken.

"How much does it hurt?" You held your hand with your palm facing the ground, shaking it a bit. He nodded.

"Are ye okay?" You smiled again and nodded slightly. Magnum felt the tears again and let them fall. Your smile dropped as you set a gentle hand on his shoulder, shaking it slightly.

"I be okay, I be alright. 'tis alright. I be jus'... So, so happy ye're okay…" he reassured. You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder as he started talking. You participated a bit more during his storytelling, letting out little gasps and laughs and "oh"s and "eee"s and… it was a bit overwhelming for him. He hadn't heard this much out of you in months. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it…

You ate your other meals on your own as he just watched you. You blushed and turned away from him a few times, which made him laugh.

A few days later, he'd decided that it'd be a good time to take you out onto the deck. The crew stopped what they were doing and looked at you in concern and surprise. Jack was in the middle of a story, and Magnum told him to continue. He kept watching you for any sign of anything bad, but smiled when you let out a snicker. The crew understood that you probably wouldn't want to talk about your… experience and left you alone about it. You still hadn't really talked, but they were happy with what you had done.

That night, Magnum got into bed with you, same as always. This time you turned and snuggled up into him yourself. He smiled at the affection he missed oh so much. He sighed and kissed your head, whispering the same thing he always did. This time, you responded.

"I love you more…" you whispered in a scratchy voice. He decided to push.

"More than wha'?" He asked. You don't answer for a moment and he worried.

"More than all the treasure and adventure in all the seven seas…" you finally stated. He smiled and pulled you close, holding you tight and never wanting to let go...

orange-waterfalls

Fragile

@madameboxhead ty for the request

A/N: have an animated Captain Magnum as the picture. Uh... I finished this at 10pm... It may be a bit worse than usual. I tried to finish it quickly. I had fun w/this. Rated T for blood and injury and cursing and some suggestive stuff at the end... Only like one line, so... Eh. I don't think this counts as fluff or angst... So... Captain Magnum being a protective boi. It's short. Have fun.

Word Count: 1.4k

Captain Magnum likes protecting you. In his eyes, you're his precious piece of porcelain that will shatter if you drop it. His priceless jewel that will fall at the slightest movement. To him, you're fragile.

Even if you've told him hundreds of times that you can take care of yourself, he still feels the overwhelming need to defend you. He keeps you by his side every second of the day, he refuses to let you near anything that can be used as a weapon, and he carries you everywhere for fear that you'll trip. Sometimes it's nice to feel loved and defended. Other times, it's really annoying.

You love Magnum, you really do. You also love being able to walk around without the enormous man breathing down your neck. It's nice to be appreciated, but nobody needs this much affection. You want to learn to use a gun to protect yourself, but Magnum won't even let you do near a sharp pencil, much less a gun. You picked up a gun one singular time and he went into a panic. You learned to never even mention weapons around him.

But you learned.

You learned how to slip out of his grip at night to leave the bed. You learned where to step on the floor as to not make a creak. You learned where which room releases the least amount of sound so you can practice your sword fighting and shooting skills. You learned how to shoot by watching Magnum. You learned how to use a sword from some other crewmates. After a few months of practice, you were very good. You knew you couldn't just tell Magnum "Hey! I've been sneaking out at night to practice using dangerous weapons in a quiet room so you couldn't hear me! Wanna see what I learned?" No. That was ridiculous. You just need a chance to show him you can defend yourself… you need to get in trouble. Now, you're smart enough to not go looking for trouble. However, if it came, you would not be one to run from it. So when you see some pirates approaching in a ship nearby, you made no effort to tell Magnum. You just stood, watching for a bit. Once they were more or less a mile away, you decided to tell the captain.

"Uh… Magnum?" You call as innocently as you can. He walks over to you.

"Wha's th' matter, me darlin'?" He asks with a smile. That smile is soon wiped off of his face as he sees the approaching ship. He turns towards the crew. "Man yer battle stations!" He bellows. The crew all go different directions as Magnum leads you below the deck.

"Hey, maybe I could help you guys this time?" You suggest. Magnum smiles softly at you.

"Sweetheart, ye know how I feel about ye bein' around weapons…"

"Yes, I know, but I feel like I can-!"

"Dearest, I don't wants ye gettin' hurt. Jus' stay here 'til I come get ye." You sigh.

"Alright… I love you…" you give him a gentle peck on his cheek scar.

"I love ye too…" he strokes your cheek a moment before going back above deck. You heard his sword brandishing and clashing against others.

Meanwhile, you sat. You sat and waited for an opportunity to come. You didn't want to go above deck and make him angry, though he had never raised his voice at you. You didn't like seeing him upset. So, you'd just wait and see if something would happen. If it didn't, too bad. If it did, hell yeah. So, you waited.

And waited.

And got really bored.

You could still hear the fighting going on upstairs, but it didn't seem to be coming to an end. How long could it take, honestly? You sigh, and suddenly see a sword pierce the wood above your spot on the floor. You help in surprise.

"Ahoy! I heard somethin' down here!" You heard a male voice you didn't know say.

"Well, then go see wha' 'tis ye idiots!" Another, rougher, voice you didn't recognize says. You, suddenly going into flight-mode, hide behind a chest, covering your mouth. Two people walk down under the deck. You heard them walk around slowly, looking for you.

"Oi! Anyone down here?" The original voice you heard calls. "We won't hurt ye…"

"We might kill ye, though!" A female voice laughs. The first one joined in soon after. After about five minutes of them searching, your fear is replaced with annoyance. God, these people were morons. You decide to take matters into your own hands and stand up from your hiding spot, brandishing a gun you took with you. You cock the gun and whistle to get their attention. The pirates spin towards you, holding out their swords. Upon seeing the gun in your hand, they panic and drop them.

"Jeez, some lousy pirates you are," you say smugly. They frown, but put their hands up. You see the female start to reach behind her head, so you shoot her in the thigh. She yells out and falls to the floor. You roll your eyes. "My previous statement stands." You begin walking towards the pirates, but a gunshot through the wood above makes you jump and drop your gun. The unhurt pirate takes the opportunity to grab his sword and run at you. You stumble back and trip over the chest. He swings down at you, and you roll out of the way. You grab the other pirate's sword and hold it out.

"Oh, ye'll be quick t' beat," he says smugly.

"I doubt that, you stupid fuck," you snarl back. He frowns and, with a battle cry, runs at you.

Magnum is really worried about you. He's been fighting the multitude of pirates for a while now, and he wanted to check up and see that you were ok. He figured you'd be fine, but you never know.

Wait… was that a gunshot? And a scream from below deck? No… couldn't be… just in case…

He walks over to the stairs leading below deck, but he's blocked by three pirates all trying to fight him at once. He growls. Who did these bastards think they were, keeping him from his darling?

He continues fighting until all the pirates are either dead or tied up. He goes around to each member to make sure they're alright. They were wounded a bit, but mostly fine. Suddenly, a scream came from below deck. Magnum's heart started racing in fear and he ran over to the stairs. He took out his gun and went down the stairs.

"Y/N! Are you…" he doesn't finish his sentence because of what he sees in front of him.

There you are, standing over the bodies of two pirates. One has a bullet wound, and the other has a sword in his shoulder/chest. Dead or alive, he doesn't know or care. You have blood all over you, and all you do is wipe some of it from your lip onto the back of your hand. You look over at him and smile.

"Hey there, Magnum," you say sweetly. He blinks at you for a moment before running over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

"Are ye okay, beauty?" He asks in a worried tone, "Yer covered in blood!"

"Oh, it's not mine," you say. He stares at you.

"That's… better…" he looks at the floor. "Did ye do this all yourself?"

"Yeah! I did! I'm not fragile, Captain," you say. He sighs.

"Okay… um… I feel like ye're tryin' t' teach me somethin'..." You smile.

"I can take care of myself. I know you want to protect me, but I don't need you to be around me all the time."

"Ah… I see…"

"I do love you still, you're just… clingy, darling… do you understand?"

"Yes… I think I do…" he moves a hand from your shoulder to your cheek. You mimic the action, and he leans into your touch. You lean up and kiss him gently. He kisses back, pulling you against his body. You stay like that for half a minute before you pull back for breath.

"Y'know... When ye were standin' thar at first... I thought... 'twas kinda…"

"Hot?" You finish. His face flushes.

"Well…"

"Then, you better cherish this cause you probably won't see it again anytime soon…"

"Oh, I will..."

I'm so tired lol I need sleep

invaderdoom78

Captain Magnum x GN mer-reader

They were playing Disney music at work today so have a Little Mermaid esk Captain Magnum x reader thing

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