I'm a 16 year old student who enjoys writing stories, and knowing you guys enjoy my writing, makes me beyond happy! || Imagines and blurbs for Mark, Sean, Ethan, Tyler... pretty much the whole squad || Antisepticeye and Darkiplier trash || SFW || Requests are CLOSED! || "When wrting the story of your life, don't let anyone else hold the pen."
Hi! I'm not here to request, just to say that for some reason I can't click the link to keep reading, so I only get the first, like, 3 paragraphs, but from what I CAN read, you're a very talented writer and it's frustrating that I can't read more (ughh). I'll refresh the page, you don't have to worry, maybe Anti just hacked my laptop (hehe) . Please keep writing <3
ANTI!! YOU LEAVE MY FRIEND ALONE!!
(But thank you so much! I've just been busy with school and whatnot but I hope to get some more stuff posted!)
Summary: Everybody says high school is the worst four years of your life. No one said it carried on through college.
Pairing: Platonic!Teamiplier x Sister!Reader
Request: “Can I request a teamiplier x reader who is being bullied by a couple of class mates and the team come to comfort her while Tyler and Mark go confront the bullies, and just a whole bunch of fluff and angst” @mettatonlover858
A/N: I fell in love with this request so fast, oh my gosh! I actually wrote it with the reader being Mark’s younger sibling who is living with him and the team! I didn’t get to the confronting part, but i hope you still like it! But if you or anyone you know is being bullied, no matter how old they are, tell someone. I cannot urge you more than I am right now to speak up. You could save someone's life.
Your motions were frantic as you scurried about the house. You kept cursing yourself for being too loud, especially since it was almost 5:30 in the morning. Opting to skip breakfast, you sling your backpack over your shoulder, scribbling a note:
“Had to leave early. Chica’s been fed. Let her outside.”
You stick it to the coffee pot. A head rubs your leg and you look down to see Chica. You smile. “Yes, I love you.” You give her a quick pet on the head and slip out the door. You didn't want to go to school. Not one bit. Mark always urged you to finish your education, but it was growing harder and harder everyday.
You were under the impression that people grew up after high school; went off to live their happy little lives; but apparently, some of your classmates didn't get the memo. They were like the four horseman of the goddamn apocalypse, sent to destroy your world. And the sad part was that they were succeeding.
Your anxiety was through the roof 24/7. Every thought you had was double and triple checked, and even then, you never spoke up. It didn't matter who you were with either.
You didn't say anything to anyone at home though. At this point, you didn't feel you were worth it. They were all leading their lives with excitement in their eyes and you were just trying to stay above water. There was no point in letting someone else drown because you couldn't hold your own.
You round the corner. It was like walking into hell with gates wide open, not inviting you in, but not keeping you there either. Any person in their right mind would probably turn and run, but more than anything - more than wasting years of education, or facing four people who treated you like trash - you feared letting Mark down.
You were the baby of the family and Mark was your number one fan. He never gave up on you. Always said you were his inspiration for everything he’s worked for. But you just didn't see it. All you saw was the things you weren't.
“The Greeks believed Aphrodite, the goddess of love, was responsible for these events, which of course, wasn't true, but rather the because of the-”
“I bet she’s sleeping with Professor Bennet just to pass.”
Don't turn around. Just keep writing.
“No wonder she’s always here so early!”
I’m okay. I’m okay.
“Excuse me, have you seen her? Talk about disgusting.”
I’m not disgusting, am I?
“I feel bad for the Fishbach family tree. Its gonna wither and die where she stands.”
Maybe I will be alone forever.
“But her brothers are totally opposite of her.”
I’m not like Tom or Mark, am I?
“Well duh, people actually like them.”
I’m nobody.
“How disappointing she must be.”
You stand up, the motion shoving the chair backwards. You leave your books where they lie as you run out, desperately trying to wipe away the tears. The lecture marches on, even the door thunks closed behind you.
You didn’t stop for anything as you ran home. You didn't care about the burn in your calves or the drumming of your heart against you skull. Only when you reached the door did you hesitate.
What if you were a disappointment? Would someone tell you? Or would they lie?
Those fears are shoved into the spotlight as the door swings open. Tyler is shouting something over his shoulder, his smile falling when he sees you on the front stoop.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He drops Chica’s leash and pulls you inside. The playful pup nuzzles her head into your hand, perfectly content with it simply resting there. Your eyes sting as more tears make their way down your cheeks. Chica trots off into the living room.
“Y/N,” Tyler says gently, “you gotta’ talk to me. Please?” His eyes are searching yours, desperately searching for an answer.
“If you’re gonna talk the dog for a walk, that means you gotta take her-” Ethan says sarcastically; his sentence dies away upon seeing you “-with you.”
You remind yourself to breathe, but the sudden rush of oxygen makes your head spin. Tyler takes hold of your hands as they begin to shake. “Go get Mark,” he mumbles. Your windpipe seems to shrink, your breathing now short and choppy. Your knees threaten to give out. “Okay, I’m right here. We’re gonna sit down now, okay?”
You don't answer. The brunette stays eye level with you as he guides you to the floor. It was like you were staring straight through him. Everything around you seems to blur together into one movement. All of your thoughts running amongst each other, cascading into this detached emptiness swallowing you whole. There were voices, and there was silence; each one in the same. Some words ringing louder than the others.
“Y/N?”
“Okay?”
“Found her...”
“Yes...”
“Please...”
Small things came back to you. Your fingers twitched at the feeling of Chica’s fur. Pressure on your arms, nothing more than a silent, “I’m right here.” And after what felt like forever, you could see Mark kneeling in front of you. Tears threatened to spill if he so much as blinked.
“You gotta talk to me,” he whispers, his voice cracking, “please?” He brushes your hair away from your face, watching his hands as he goes.
“'m sorry,” you choke out.
Mark’s eyes snap to yours. “No, no, no. Don't be sorry, smalls.” He cradles your head in his hands. “You have done nothing wrong, okay?”
“But I haven't done anything right either,” you murmur. Your voice had no strength to it, only defeat.
“What?”
“I try s-so hard, Mark, I do. B-but I can’t seem t-to get it ri-right. I’m just a dis- a disappointment.”
Mark was crying now. “Don't you dare say that, you hear me?” He wasn't angry. He was scared. “I am never-” voice crack “-going to think of you as a disappointment. Ever.” His grip loosens. “Why would you think that?”
You give a sad smile. “After hear- hearing th-things for so l-long, you s-start to- to believe them.”
He lets head drop, pulling you against him into a hug. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing. And you stay like that; holding each other as if the other will disappear. “W-when you were born,” he mumbles, pulling away, “I promised you that I’d be the best big brother.” He takes a shaky breath. “I promised I was gonna take care of you, no matter what.”
“Mark-”
“I promised you, Y/N. And if some son of a bitch thinks they are gonna hurt you, or make you think you are a disappointment, I will do everything to show you that they are wrong.”
You smile for the first time that day, and wrap your arms around Mark’s neck, anchoring yourself in him. He sits back on his heels, holding you tightly.
“Thank you for keeping your promise,” you whisper.
He holds on tighter, pressing a kiss against your head. “Please don't scare me like that again.” He pulls away enough to hold your head in his hands again. “If you ever feel like that - even for an instant - you tell me. Or Tyler or Ethan or Amy or Kathryn. Just please,” his voice drops to a whisper, “say you’ll tell someone.”
Can I just say That I love the way how you depict Darkiplier having "snapping magic powers". Especially the fact that you don't have to worry about replacing broken stuff, cause he'll just fix it and return everything back to normal as if a fight never happened. Then have another fight all over again. Kinda makes him the best roommate. He can break things and never break things at the same time!
He’s a classy Demon Boi. Besides, how’s that line go? “The devil is, and always will be, a gentleman.”
(Thank you so much for reading, friend! I’m glad you like my depiction of Darky!)
Hello, just a random reader stumbling across this site. Your stories. Damn they made me laugh and smile like an idiot so much!!!! And I'm tempted to steal some of your writing prompts cause it seems like so much fun. (I'd forgotten how much fun it was to write) All the stories that I've read so far surprised me in so many ways. That's all.
Thank you so much friend! You’re more than welcome to snag some of the prompts if you’d like! Could you tag me in it if you post it too? I’d love to read it!
Can I request a teamiplier x reader who is being bullied by a couple of class mates and the team come to comfort her while Tyler and Mark go confront the bullies, and just a whole bunch of fluff and angst
I know I haven't posted in a while but I’ve got an idea for a Sean (Jack) x Reader where they’re a couple and going to a convention together. The reader has been working on a cosplay most of the year without telling Sean as a surprise. Then when they get there, she gets into character with their costume and surprises Sean during the panel.
I was wondering if you guys would find it interesting? Maybe?
Um hello! I was wondering if you would do numbers 72 and 92 with Bing? (No one seems to write for him so it's amazing that you do!!!) thank you and have a good day/night!
From what video is that gif you used as your header?
You mean for like, on my main page of Mark? I just found that on google, but I think its from one of his social medias! (Sorry I wasn’t any more help.)
Request: “#64 with Dark?” (”I told you not to read that.”) + “47 with Dark please! If you need any help, maybe the reader gets mad and Dark gets kinda scared. You don't have to do something like this, I just thought it might help if you had writers block. Thanks bub!” (She’s evil, but she does have a point there.”)
A/N: I'm always excited for Dorky-Darky
Warnings: swearing, angst, fighting, blood
You could feel your face drain of any color as you stepped into your room. You freshly folded clothes sat untouched on your bed from earlier that morning and everything was in its place. Well, almost everything.
The cabinet door on your bookcase was open slightly, not how you left it that morning. Dropping you bag, you take three quick steps across your room to the hutch, pulling the door open quickly.
“No,” you breathe, “no, no, no!” You’re ripping books and papers from the cabinet now.
“Y/N-“ Anti starts, “woah, what’s your problem?”
You spin on your heel, pointing in his direction. “Can it, Sparky!” You turn back to the desk, opening all the drawers and dumping their contents onto the floor.
“Sparky?” he laughs, “you’re kidding, right?” You slam the drawer on the ground, gritting you teeth. “I mean, I’ve heard Google pull better outta’ his-” You hadn’t realized you’d crossed your room again until you had Anti by the collar. “-ass.”
“Where is it,” you snarl. You vaguely register you have your teeth bared.
“Y/N,” he mumbles. He glances at your hands, which were tightening around his shirt with each second passing. He looks back up. “What are you talking about?”
“The letter, Anti! Where is the letter?!”
He winces as you push him against the doorframe. “I haven't been home all day,” he says cautiously, “went to Wil’s, ‘member?”
You search his eyes. He reaches up and takes your wrists gently. You push him away, and he stares at you slacked-jawed as you rake your hand through your hair.
You look back you, eyes wide. “But that son of a bitch, Dark was home.”
“Y/N, wait-” Anti tries, but you ignore him as you storm past him. The rushing f blood in your ears drowns out the ringing as you pound on Dark’s door.
“Dark, open up!” you roar.
“Or what,” he sighs, obviously bored.
“Or I will kick this damn door down, you son of bitch! You hear me?!”
“Yep,” he replies sarcastically. You could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “I think I’ll take my chances, sweetheart. Thanks for the offer, though!”
You grit your teeth again, backing up. Anti stands back, realizing the severity of the situation. You throw your weight into your kick just above the lock. The wood splinters and cracks as the door swings open. Dark jumps up from his bed.
“Y/N, what the hell?!” he shouts.
“Holy shit,” Anti breathes next to you.
You can feel your shoulders heaving as you breathe. “Where is it?”
“Where’s what?“ Dark asks nonchalantly, trying and failing to cover up his surprise.
“The damn letter!” You shout. You stomp to his desk, tearing it apart just as you had done to your own.
“Hey!” He runs up behind you, taking you by the wrist and spinning you around. Before you’re fully stopped, you slam your forehead against his nose.
He stumbles back. “What the f-”
“Where is it?!” He looks up and you throw a right hook, feeling it land square on his jaw. He grunts upon contact. Blood drips down from his nose. He stands up straight and you pull your fist back, ready to hit him again, but Anti’s arms latch around your torso.
“Take it easy, lass,” he coaxes warily.
You stop moving enough to look over your shoulder at him. “Bite me,” you growl. You pull your knees to your chest and jut them back out, the kick hitting Dark right in the mouth. Whipping your head back, you catch Anti’s face and he drops you.
Dark tries to turn away, but you grab his left arm and spin him to face you again, ripping his shirt in the process. You push him by his shoulders. He groans as he lands on his ass, his head lolling back against his nightstand. Blood stains his shirt.
Anti, once again, tries to hold you back, but you twist his arm, sending him to his knees. He cradles his possibly broken arm against his chest, swearing under his breath. You glare at him blindly. The anger and adrenaline were racing one another in your veins, going faster and faster and faster with every thundering beat of your heart.
But when you turn back around, the race comes to a screeching halt at the sight of Dark holding out the opened letter. Your breath is caught in your throat.
“‘m sorry,” he mumbles over the blood.
“I told you not to read that,” you whisper. A tear slips down your cheek. Your face hardens again. “I had one rule, Dark: don’t read that letter. I never asked for anything more. I never bitched when you told me to do something. I never put up a fight. Never disobeyed you - either of you!” You glance at Anti briefly. He was standing now, but still holding his arm. You ignored the sympathy in his eyes. “And despite all that respect, you couldn't even have the courtesy to do the one thing I asked!”
Silence. Ungodly, deafening silence. Thick enough that you could cut through it with a wave of your hand. Anti clears his throat. “She’s evil,” he jokes lightly, “but, she does have a point there. I mean, we’ve put ‘er though hell and she’s never said anything.”
Dark had managed to push himself to a stand. He braced himself against the nightstand, his left hand still holding the letter. “I didn’t realize the significance and I got curious.” His shoulders slump as he sighs. “I’m sorry.”
He extended the letter again. With shaky hands, you take it back, feeling the limp paper between your fingers. Dark stands up straight, brushing off the front of his shirt. He snaps, and his room is in order again, along with himself and Anti.
The green haired demon stretches his arm. “Hey,” he says, brows furrowed, “where’d you learn t’fight like that?”
You shrug. “Pissed-off intuition?”
Anti snorts. “We should probably remember that the next time we’re ‘bout to do somethin’ stupid, huh Dark?”
A smile cracks Dark’s lips. “Amongst other things, perhaps we should.”
47 with Dark please! If you need any help, maybe the reader gets mad and Dark gets kinda scared. You don't have to do something like this, I just thought it might help if you had writers block. 😊☺️ Thanks bub!
Hello! Just wanted to stop by and say you are SUPER talented at writing! Like, wow, you have such a way with words. You're fantastic, as is your writing, and I hope you are doing well!
You’re honestly the first person to send in something like that, but thank you! You are such a nice human and I don't deserve your praise. I’m just a girl who likes to write! I never expected to have so many people enjoy my work like I do! So thank you very much! I love you and everyone else who reads my stuff!
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