Egos mentioned: Mark (Actor, Date, Heist, Engineer), Dark, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Murdock, Bim, Dr. Iplier, Yandere, Ed Edgar, Author, The Host, Silver Shepard, Bing, Google
This isn’t my entire list of characters I write, but they’re some of my favorites and I’m writing this on the 30th so I don’t have time to write all of them. This is a headcanon list like my Valentine’s Day thing was
I’m trying to get back into writing, so I hope y’all like it
Characters in Order: Darkiplier, Damien, Googleplier, Date Mark, Illinois, Eric Derekson, Yancy, Jameson Jackson
Warnings: One part of Illinois’s is slightly suggestive
Reader is intended to be gender neutral and these headcanons are romantic (with a pre-established relationship). I wrote part of this while sleepy
Darkiplier
- He refuses to dress up
- …he’ll wear little devil horns or something else small if it makes you happy, though
- He’d probably prefer to take you to a fancy Halloween party, but if you wouldn’t like that, he’ll respect it
- If you go to a party, he stays by your side all night
- If you stay home, he’ll either make dinner or order takeout and watch some Halloween movies with you
- He likes horror movies (partially because you hold onto him if you get scared, but he won’t admit it out loud)
- He doesn’t mind at all if you dress up for Halloween. You look dashing and/or lovely and/or cute in your costume, so he certainly isn’t complaining
- Both of you head to bed fairly late
- Overall, a lovely night regardless of what y’all do
Damien
- Similarly to Dark, he’d also prefer to take you to a party. But he’s happy regardless of if you stay home or go to a party
- He’d love to do a couples costume!
- He likes the idea of a sun and moon couples costume. Regardless of which of you is the sun or moon, he thinks it’s fitting
- If y’all do go to a party, he stays with you the whole time. He wants to make sure you’re comfortable
- If y’all stay home, he helps you hand out candy to trick-or-treaters and orders delivery for dinner
- After the trick-or-treaters are all gone, Damien suggests spending the rest of the night watching movies
- Y’all end up sleeping on the couch all cuddled up
Google
- Doesn’t quite understand Halloween at first, but he does get that you find it fun
- He is willing to wear a costume, as long as it isn’t too silly
- You could probably convince him to do a vampire couple’s costume (though he may buffer for a moment, you do look very handsome and/or beautiful in your vampire costume after all)
- He’s content with staying home and handing out candy to any trick-or-treaters with you
- Afterwards, you can watch movies together and order takeout
- You fall asleep with him holding you on the couch
- Google likes Halloween now
Date Mark
- He suggests a couples costume before you October even starts
- He finds the most cheesy and sappy costumes ever
- Wants to be peanut butter and jelly because “we go together perfectly, just like peanut butter and jelly! <3”. This man is just too adorable sometimes
- You agree, much to his delight
- He halfway wants to make it a date night, but you remind him that there’ll be trick-or-treaters showing up
- He settles for takeout and candles on the table
- When you do start giving out candy, he gets some fold-up chairs so you two can sit close together without being on the ground
- After that, you watch a movie (he found a Halloween romance movie, and really wanted to watch it with you)
- Y’all fall asleep holding each other
Illinois
- He practically begs you to do an Indiana Jones related couples costume
- You agree and find a character you like to dress up as
- Illinois would love it if you dressed as a love interest (a genderbent version is completely fine with him if you’d prefer that of course), but he really won’t complain either way
- He does joke that you could always wear less clothes, but he shuts up when you playfully pull his hat down over his eyes
- He makes you dinner before the trick-or-treaters start showing up
- You make some cookies for the both of you
- After an hour or so of handing out candy, y’all leave a bowl of candy out so you can go back inside and watch movies
- After you bring the bowl in, y’all head to bed
Eric
- He would absolutely love to do a couples costume with you, but he’s a little shy bringing it up
- He gets much less shy when you tell him that you’d like to do a couples costume with him
- The two of you pick angel and devil costumes (him being the angel, of course)
- Y’all both have a lot of fun planning the night
- Eric makes some Halloween cookies, and you make dinner
- Y’all pass out candy to trick-or-treaters for a couple hours, before retiring to the living room
- As cute as falling asleep together in the living room would be, both of you agree that your room is more comfortable
- Y’all fall asleep to a campy and fun Halloween movie in there
Yancy
- So, he’s out on parole. He hasn’t had a normal Halloween since he was a kid
- Jokingly, one of you suggested that you two dress as prisoners for Halloween
- …at some point, it stopped being a joke
- He took a couple of his old prison uniforms and let you try them on
- If they’re too big or the right size, you use it as your costume. If it’s too small, you find some very similar clothes to wear
- Regardless, Yancy thinks you look adorable and/or pretty and/or handsome in his clothes. He does understand if you’d prefer clothes in your own size if his isn’t right, though
- Tonight, his tattoos on his knuckles say “Bats” and “Dark”
- (They just change somehow, neither of you really question it. You assume there aren’t many four letter Halloween related words)
- You order delivery for dinner
- Yancy had a lot of fun handing out candy to trick-or-treaters for the first time
- Y’all spend the rest of the night watching Halloween movies together <3
Jameson
- Poor Jameson has a love/hate relationship with Halloween
- He loves the holiday itself, but his run-ins with Anti all those years ago has made him a bit cautious
- You reassure him that everything will be okay, and that the two of you don’t need to do anything big
- Y’all find some 1920s style costumes and modern clothes so the two of you can do an “outfit swap” of sorts
- (Hell, if your clothes are the right size, y’all might as well just swap actual clothes. You’ll both probably get flustered seeing each other in your clothes, though)
- He had also crocheted some little Halloween related plushies, teaching you a little if you don’t already crochet
- He carved a small pumpkin with you. He really does love carving pumpkins, but he’s been cautious since that Halloween that Anti took control of him
- You’re very proud of him <3
- Y’all spend that night handing out candy to trick-or-treaters and relaxing at home until you fall asleep
A/N: Hey ya’ll with all the talk of ADWM in my inbox I suddenly remembered I did write one ADWM fic on Deviantart back in 2017. It was more of a crackfic of the Chocolate Ending (with Y/N being totally chill with this outcome).
Well I'm bringing that here and revising it! Enjoy the nostalgia trip <3
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"Oops...looks like you made the wrong choice."
Blinking slowly, you looked up from your bowl of ice cream. A distinct high-pitched ringing filled the air, cutting out the pleasant and peaceful sounds of chirping birds and rustling trees outside the parlor.
Although that annoyed you, your irritation soon turned to shock as you realized who was sitting across the table from you:
Not Mark, but Dark. He had dropped his disguise completely.
‘Oh shit.’
You shot the wrong man dead.
But how could you have known?! He and Mark looked exactly the same; it was nearly impossible for you to tell who was who, given how they kept yelling over each other and pointing fingers till you finally pulled the trigger.
You had a 50/50 chance of getting it right and you didn’t.
Damn.
As he cracked his neck, glitches splintered off his form, and he looked at you with the eeriest of grins. “But now we’re going to be together....forever.” He whispered, his face becoming darkened by the shadows.
Fortunately, his aura only surrounded himself and didn’t expand out to trap you in some void. It was nevertheless creepy to witness as his side of the table and ice cream bowl were also monochrome.
Speaking of which..your gaze trailed to the bowl, noting it was still untouched. You frowned slightly. It was almost reduced to soup at this point.
Dark, on the other hand, thought your expression was directed towards him and chuckled. “Disappointing, I know. But you see..there’s no do-overs. No more. This is it. You are mine-”
“Oh no, no. It’s not that.”
“..then what is it?”
“....are you gonna finish your ice cream?”
Now it was his turn to be surprised, taken aback by your question. For a second he gazed at his dessert, his smile gradually vanishing.
That’s what you were so worried about?
“Seriously?” Suddenly he snapped his head back up, scowling at you. This was not how he expected you to respond at all. “You’re not afraid?"
"Dude, the only thing I'm “afraid” of is that going to waste," you told him, pointing to his bowl before you finished up whatever’s left in yours. “Are you gonna finish it or no?”
How were you so casual about all of this?
It didn’t make sense.
You noticed the spoon in his hand was close to snapping, his shell cracking from anger and confusion, and you sighed. “Alright I’m sorry. I won’t ask any-”
“ENOUGH!!” He slammed the utensil down. “I have literally sabotaged your precious “date” and made you kill the wrong man! I could easily ruin your life with a few tricks, and yet..your only concern is a stupid dessert?! Is this where your priorities lie?!!”
“...priorities? Like what? Mark? He was a total dick. I’m honestly glad he’s gone.”
Dark relaxed his shoulders, blinking in disbelief. But he was quiet now as he sat back down.
“I mean..what jackass suddenly forgets his wallet on the first date? Especially when he made the damn reservation?!” You rambled. “I doubt it was gonna work out anyway. I feel like he was trying way too hard to impress me, and that became a huge turn-off. But you? I like you.”
Pointing your spoon at him, you smiled sweetly. “Yeah, you kinda creeped me out back there. But I get you’re probably going through some stuff..anger issues..whatever it might be. And it’s okay. I know you were just nervous. It’s not every day you find someone as handsome and-or beautiful as me~” You winked, further perplexing him.
He was at loss for words.
“Wh..I-I’m not-”
“Hey there’s no shame in admitting it. I dig guys who act like their true-selves. And you fit the bill just fine, Dark. You look like a man who keeps his promises. I’ll definitely take you up on that dinner date offer if it’s still in the air.”
He was beyond astounded at your ignorance, and the fact you were even flirting with him.
Usually this is where the love interest freaks out over the “villain” taking away their “hero”.
But you only seemed to care about the untouched ice cream bowl he had--and getting to know him as a person. So he finally gave up hopes of convincing you he was a “scary” and “evil” guy.
“The offer still stands...and you can have this. I don’t need it.” He slid the bowl over to you, watching your smile grow tenfold.
“Thank you.” You dug into it with gratitude. “I gotta say, this date turned out alright after all. Not what I expected but..it was exciting, in a way.”
“I suppose it was. Though I wonder what sort of trouble we’ll run into next time...who knows?” He chuckled sinisterly, making one last attempt at intimidating you.
“Your laugh is cute, too. Has anyone ever told you that?”
Summary: (Gender-Neutral Reader) Due to your sleeplessness, you find yourself in the presence of Dark and his office in the late hours of the night, and he begins to grow a soft spot for you. You find comfort in being around the ego. What happens when he stops showing up?
Prompt #11: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” Fluff with a pinch of Angst.
A/N: This is the first fic that I’ve ever written, so please share any critiques or feedback that you may have. Enjoy, Loves! :)<3
Word Count: 1,128
It was yet another sleepless night in the Manor, where all you seemed to do was roll around under your covers, desperate to coax your body into sleep. You had spent hours trying to tire yourself out by reading, meditating, listening to music, but nothing was helping.
You decided to distract yourself from your misery and made your way downstairs to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. As you turned the stove on, you saw a lamp in the living room click on and illuminate the space. Footsteps began to make their way towards you as you filled the tea kettle with water. Looking to see who was coming, you were surprised to see Dark in the doorway.
You and Dark had become close companions during your time at the Manor. It began one night, when you had not so surprisingly found yourself unable to sleep. You had been pacing around the halls outside of your bedroom, near Dark’s office, when he opened his door to investigate the soft pattering coming from outside of his study. He was met with you turning on your heel to do another lap around the hall. You looked up, panicked, and began profusely apologizing for disturbing the man during such late hours.
He had secretly found your sincerity endearing, and invited you into his office, claiming that if it was “the only thing that would get you to stop pacing around his door”, then he would allow you to stay in the room with him and occupy yourself with the mountain of books on his shelves.
So, for months, when you couldn’t sleep, you found yourself seated on the sofa in front of the fireplace of Dark’s study while he worked. During this time, you two had found yourselves growing closer. You had become his soft spot, and the other egos in the house had taken notice to this.
After your meeting that night, the egos noticed that Dark’s presence began to brighten. Though he was still his cold self, he seemed to be a bit more laid back. He wasn’t always on guard and he looked genuinely happy to be around you. The two of you would often be found not-so-subtly pressed up against one another reading in the bay window of the living room.
At night, he would stop his work while you were in his office so that he could read alongside you on the other end of the sofa, with the fire illuminating you both. This would lead to quick conversation. Soon you found yourselves discussing your pasts, your fears, and your dreams with one another. You quickly found yourself falling for the ego, and tried your best to hide this from him, as to not ruin what the two of you already had.
But for the past week, it seemed as if Dark had been avoiding the space, avoiding you, all together. Each evening that you made your way to his office, he was never there. Instead, he had made his way directly to his bedroom after dinner with the egos and yourself every night. So, you had resorted to your old habits when you couldn’t sleep. The ones that always led to you being bored out of your mind. That led to your current predicament in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove, waiting for the water inside of the tea kettle to boil. Dark stood leaning against the door frame, his eyes observing your figure as you placed your cup down on the counter. You glanced at him, noticing how he wasn’t wearing his suit coat, and how the buttons at the top of his shirt were undone.
You looked at him, giving a small smile. He only gazed back at you with an unreadable expression on his face. The normally cold and confident ego had seemed almost nervous as he walked further into the room, reaching above you to grab a cup for himself, the palm of his other hand softly brushing the small of your back as he did so.
You tensed up as you felt that funny feeling in your stomach. You hadn’t talked with him in over a week and yet he was acting like nothing had happened, like he wasn’t avoiding you at every turn.
The high pitched whistle of the tea kettle rang in your ears as you moved to quickly shut the stove off and began to pour the water into both cups. Dark mumbled a quiet thanks.
“Where have you been?” you asked, turning to look at him, the space between the two of you barely there. Dark hadn’t spoken so much as a word to you since he stopped appearing in his office at night. He remained quiet as his eyes drifted towards the floor.
“It’s just...You’ve been avoiding me. It’s like you don’t even want me arou-”
“No,” Dark interrupted. “That’s not it. I wouldn’t ever not want you around” he sighed. He looked up from the ground, meeting your eyes once again.
He slowly grabbed your hands in his, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles, the outline of red and blue glitching around his arms against his pale skin. Your face burned red.
“I’ve come to a realization lately and I haven’t known how to approach you. I do want you around. I want you around always. I like it when you’re with me, when we’re together”
His rambles were interrupted by him clearing his throat, obviously embarrassed at his small rant, as he was trying to keep up his hardened exterior. You squeezed his hands and quickly asked, “Why have you been avoiding me lately. Did I do something wrong?”
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified” he stated. You stood in shock, dropping his hands. His expression turned to one of hurt as he glanced away, taking a step back.
You swiftly stepped towards him, connecting your lips together in a sweet, slow kiss. You breathed him in, feeling his skin under your hands. He moved his hands to cradle your head, pulling you even closer. His aura radiated red and blue light as you moved you arms around his broad back.
Pulling away and leaning towards your ear he whispered, “So I take it you feel the same way?” You felt his lips curl into a smile as a laugh left your lips. You nodded and pulled him into a warm embrace. He held you to his chest, pressing a kiss to your temple.
Thanks to your sleepless antics, you had found your way into Dark’s arms as the two of you made your way back up to his office, finding comfort in the familiarity of the place that you called home.
━Notes: Worked on this in class becuase I have no life. It's just an imagine of what the boys would have acted like if you'd chosen to watch the horror picture
━Song: "I Didn't Know The Gun Was Loaded" By The Andrew's Sisters
MARKIPLIER
Sort of wished you picked the romance one (scaredy cat pft) but still goes with you anyways.
Hides behind his fingers a bit but overall handles himself pretty well. He didn't play all that FNAF for nothing
DARKIPLIER
Unimpressed. This is what you all find scary? He's had worse day dreams than this before
A little bored with the movie overall. Might resort to turning his his attention to you for the entire movie, or just overall teleporting the two of you out of there to do something else
WILFORD
Isn't even there for the first half of the movie. Spends it at the confession stand buying every peice of candy they have
Eventually waddled his way back to his seat next to you, arms over flowing with sweet treats of all variants
"So what did I miss sugarplum?"
"Litteraly half of the movie Wilford."
"But now we have snacks eh?"
ACTOR
Tries his best to stay in character and pretend like he's enjoying this, but eventually breaks. Storms out of the date like the jersey he is, grumbling about "lower class entertainment"
Oh well! More popcorn for you! He was a jerk anyways
Authors note: Thanks to everyone that has liked or shared my story, I appreciate it! I'm basically using this to work on my writing after not doing it for so long. I hope to get better with time 😁
Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
Almost a month went by since that night, and Merrick felt like she wasn’t any closer to being ready to see him again.
Even though she wanted to. As much as she tried to deny it, a day didn’t go by that she didn’t think about him. He also did not appear again, seeming to give her the time she needed.
Before he entered her life again, she could just be angry. Angry at his betrayal, angry that he left her alone, angry at a past life that she would never get to carry out. It was a weapon, one she wielded to protect the deepest, darkest part of her being. The part that was still the meek, kind district attorney who cared about the dashing, altruistic Mayor more than he would ever know. In this 'new' life, she could go as she pleased, keeping people at arm's length while doing what she wanted.
Then he had to approach her, different but not entirely, and the dam started to crack. Was he really just trying to protect her? Why did he lie to her then?
This had to be handled, she couldn’t run from it. As much as her chest hurt and her stomach seemed to twist into several knots, Merrick appeared outside of the house…well, more accurately, the mansion at the address listed on the business card. She made her feet move one in front of the other until she was at the front door. Grabbing the antique door knocker, she was barely able to knock it once against the wood before the door flew open.
She wasn’t expecting to see the pink mustached and suspendered man that greeted her happily.
“My word, it’s you! Please, please, come in.” Wilford moves to the side and motions for her to step in. Merrick can’t help but smile as she moves over the threshold and in one quick movement, Wilford takes her by the hand and elegantly spins her in a circle. After the initial shock, she laughs…giggles, even. It surprises even her. “You are an absolute vision, sugarplum! Not to mention your sunflowers match my shirt,” he says with a grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he takes in the a-line summer dress she is wearing. While the top half of the dress is black, the skirt is white and stops just below her knees, adorned with several pictures of sunflowers. He adjusts the collar of his yellow dress shirt.
“You’re too kind, Wilford,” she says, her face flushing slightly. “How are you?”
“Infinitely better now, Merrie-Berry. Things have been alright, though, otherwise.” He lets go of her hand and starts to move toward the large living area. “And you? Have you had time to, er…well, think about some things?”
"Ah. Of course, you spoke with Dark.”
“Mm, just a little. Sounds like things didn’t go so well.” He’s gesturing, then he turns to face Merrick, wringing his hands. “Now you must know, sweetheart, it wasn’t my intention to cause any trouble! It’s just that, after our wonderful talk, I thought it would be a good idea for you two crazy kids to work some things out. I've learned nothing heals like a good apology, and you were willing to hear me out, so-“
“Wil,” she interrupts and reaches out to touch his arm. She knew he was sorry for shooting her. He didn’t mean for it to happen…she could still see the look of horror on his face as she fell off the balcony. “It’s okay…really. It is a lot, but I’m here, right? I just want to do my best to understand everything.”
Wilford lets out a sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear. In that case, allow me to escort you to his office. I’m sure he’s eager to speak with you.”
For whatever reason, Merrick had a hard time believing that, but she merely nods. Wilford offers his arm to her and she hooks her arm through, resting her hand on the crook of his elbow. Wilford must have sensed her nervousness as they made their way through the living area and up the stairs, his free hand resting over hers and giving a reassuring pat or two every once in a while.
They walked down a hallway and eventually Wilford slowed down to a stop. “It’s that door right there,” he says while gesturing to a large door on the right. “I know this is difficult, but just try and hear him out. He can be a bit prickly, but he’s willing to do the same.”
Merrick takes in a deep, steadying breath and looks over at him. “Thank you, Wil.”
“My pleasure, sugarplum. Good luck!” Wilford gives her hand a last squeeze before letting go and heading back the way they came. The hallway feels eerily quiet now, and after another moment, she moves to the door and gently knocks.
“Enter.”
She turns the knob, hating the slight shake in her hand, and opens the door. The scene before her takes her breath away, and she’s immediately lost in a memory. It wasn’t exact, but the layout of this office was close enough to how Damien had the Mayor’s Office that it made her freeze. Large, mahogany desk in the back center of the room. Black leather chair, with two smaller chairs across from the desk. The right side of the room had a coffee table, two leather armchairs and matching sofa next to a fireplace. There were a few bookshelves pushed against the walls, and various pieces of art. She’s admiring the piano on the left side of the room when she notices the painting.
Starry Night, hanging on the wall to the left of the piano. It was her favorite painting. When Damien had become the Mayor, she had given him a replica of it in…was that the same frame? The memory was hazy, the clearest detail was the grin that broke out across his face as he opened it. She had been so happy for him, he had many plans to improve his city and she wanted to help him however she could. Even if it meant keeping her feelings to herself, she didn’t want to jeopardize his position or hers if-
“Merrick.”
His voice cuts through her thoughts and she quickly turns her gaze to him. He’s standing at a smaller table next to his desk, a few assorted glass bottles of dark amber liquid and drink glasses sat on it. He appeared to be in the middle of pouring himself a drink, and again, she’s staring into the past. This time, his black suit was traded in for a cream color, the jacket slung over his desk chair. His black dress shirt was well fitted, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top couple buttons undone and no tie. They stare at each other for a few seconds, then his gaze moves to what she’s standing next to. Unknown to her until now, she had moved through the room until she was standing next to the piano.
“Sorry, I, um…,” Merrick stops and clears her throat, attempting to regain her composure. “I was just admiring your piano.”
The corner of his mouth pulls up faintly. “It’s quite alright. Please, have a seat if you want.” Dark faces her fully, his eyes moving quickly over her form before glancing to the side. “Would you like something to drink?”
As enticing as a stiff drink was at this moment, she decides that maybe that should come later. “Water, please.” Her heels clack against the hardwood floor as she moves to one of the armchairs and takes a seat, crossing her right leg over her left. The low warmth from the fireplace is soothing compared to the nerves working in her body, her right foot bouncing slightly up and down. Soon, Dark is at her side offering a water bottle and she gently takes it from him.
“Thank you,” she says quietly, looking up at him with a small smile. He merely nods with a smile of his own before taking a seat on the sofa across from her. Merrick watches as he takes a sip of his drink and leans forward to set it down on the table.
“Thank you for accepting my invitation,” Dark says, placing his right ankle on top of his left knee. He appeared to be mostly relaxed, the aura around him was faint. The ringing was negligible, more of a soft hum than anything. There was still a nervous energy in the room that couldn’t be ignored.
“I appreciate you giving me some time,” Merrick says. Her hands fold in her lap, fingers picking at the label on the water bottle.
“Of course.”
Merrick remembers Wilford’s words and takes a calming breath. “Where should we start, then?”
He contemplates her question for a moment, his eyes not leaving her. His usual stoic expression softens. “I’d like to apologize.”
She’s taken off guard and can only nod. Did she hear him correctly?
Dark continues, speaking slowly. “My behavior the last time we were together was…uncalled for. I allowed my emotions to get the better of me, and ruined what could have been an amicable discussion. For that, I am sorry.”
As sincere as he appears to be, Merrick gets the distinct feeling that he isn’t used to making such apologies. She clears her throat. “Well…my behavior certainly didn’t help the situation. I could have been less combative.”
He shakes his head, looking into the fireplace. “You have every right to feel angry, after what happened.”
Merrick watches him, the reflections of the flames dancing in the darkened color of his eyes. He seemed…a little sad, when he wasn’t angry. The few times she’s seen him smile or even smirk, it never quite touched his eyes. She had wanted to be so angry with him, she didn’t think about what he possibly went through.
“So do you, Dark,” she says quietly after a moment. He looks back at her and smiles faintly, but it’s gone just as quickly. “I want to understand, and I need you to help me do so.”
“Of course. Anything,” he says and leans forward, resting his forearms on top of his thighs and clasping his hands together. “What do you remember about being in the void, with Celine and I?”
“It’s…mostly hazy. I remember you saying Mark was responsible for everything, Celine said she could get me back to my body, but it was my choice.” She swallows hard and looks down at the bottle in her hands, the label hanging off at this point. “The clearest thing I remember is…you said to me, ‘this will work. I promise.’ And then I was in the mirror, watching you leave.” Tears threaten to spill over, but she takes in a breath, ignoring the pain of emotions held in her throat. She wants to ask him why again, but she doesn’t.
“That’s everything you remember?,” he asks gently.
Merrick finally looks up at him and nods. “Yes.”
“Do you trust me to tell you about the pieces of the story you’re missing?”
She’s quiet for a moment, the hum enveloping them. “I think so…yes. But there is another way.”
Dark tilts his head to the side, curious. “Oh?”
“If you allow me to…I can see the memory for myself. It’s easy to do with humans, but you’re a powerful being from what I can tell. You would have to let me in.” She trails off and watches him carefully, wondering if she has made a mistake. He narrows his eyes in thought, and Merrick is about to rescind the suggestion when he speaks rather seriously.
“Is it going to cause you harm in any way?”
She blinks, taken aback. That was not what she was expecting him to ask. “N-No, only if I tried to do it by force. Or if you push back.” She shifts in her seat, planting both feet on the floor. She was mostly telling the truth. If she is accessing a memory that she only has bits and pieces of, she imagined there would be some discomfort. Nothing she couldn’t handle, though. But why was she missing bits and pieces in the first place? She did have lapses in memory from her time in the mirror, so it could have something-
Her thoughts are interrupted when she notices that Dark is watching her. “What is it?”
“What do you mean?,” she asks.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a half smile as he runs his hand through his hair. “You’re chewing on your bottom lip, and I don’t think that label can be torn into any smaller pieces.” His eyebrows raise, head tilting downward to point toward the water bottle in her lap.
Merrick looked down, and sure enough, there was a small pile of shredded paper in her lap. She huffs. “Just curious about what I’m going to see, I suppose.”
“Merrick-“
She sets the water bottle aside and gathers the paper, then in one smooth movement, she stands up and walks over to the small trash can by the desk and throws the paper away. Then she places her hand on one of the chairs across from the desk and looks across the room at him. “Do you want to do this?”
“…Yes,” Dark responds, then he stands up. As he finishes his drink, Merrick pulls the chair over until it’s across and slightly to the right of where she was sitting.
She resumes her seat, and Dark sits across from her and…my goodness, she’s a little too aware of how close they are. Their legs are mere inches away from touching, as this was the closest they had been to each other. A pleasant scent of sandalwood and some kind of citrus reaches her nose. She finds herself getting a good look at his face, and he was as handsome as she remembered. Stubble, disheveled hair, piercing eyes, strong jawline. He’s staring intently at her, his expression unreadable. and she raises her hands slowly until they are hovering on either side of his head.
“I will have to touch you…is that okay?,” Merrick asks barely above a whisper. Dark swallows hard and nods. She gently places her hands on either side of his head, thumbs resting against his temples as she stares into his onyx eyes. “Are you ready?”
“Yes…”
“Just focus on the memory…and keep looking into my eyes.” Her voice takes on a similar, sing-song tone as it did at the club as shimmery violet swirls and fills her irises. Then she’s thrust into the past.
OMG! Another one, in just a day? Listen I’m on a mini vacation and I have the free time. This one came to mind and got a little, uh....sexy? It got me a little hot and bothered but hey! It’s Wilford Motherlovin’ Warfstache! He is sexy. But seriously I needed to write this one out for him so...here you go!
*gif credit to angelii-ii
"Wilford!”
Wilford and I ran down the hallway and rushed down the stairs. Wilford managed to convince me to break into Dark's office and cover it in pink glitter it probably wasn't the smartest idea, now that we were running for our lives.
“Why did I think this was a good idea?”
"Probably because you thought of it.”
"I thought of it? Wilford Warfstache this was your idea!"
A sudden tug and I fell flat on my ass while Wilford ran into the stairway wall. When he turned around, I was held by the back of my shirt by Dark as he glared at Wilford.
‘Shit, I’m fucking dead.’
'Wilford."
"Why do you assume it was me? It could have been her!" His arms flared around and I just crossed my arms.
“(Y/N) would only do something as ridiculous as cover my office in glitter if she was high, drunk, or you forced her into it.”
“Well, that’s not true Darky and you know it. (Y/N) would be the one to drag me into these things because if she was caught, you would blame me. She’s smart and could get away with murder if she wanted.” Wilford gasped. “Maybe she already did! Murderer!”
“I’ll murder your ass Warfstache and you better fucking pray to whatever god is out there because I will drag your ass into hell and-”
Enough! Both of you, Wilford clean my office.”
Wilford pouted and snapped his fingers. Dark pulled me up and pushed me closer to Wil.
“Apologize.”
I spun around and gaped at him. “But Dark-”
“Both of you.”
I slumped forward and rolled my eyes.
“Wilford, I’m sorry for threatening you. Even if you deserved it.”
Dark sighed and Wilford reached out. He held me by the arms and looked into my eyes. I started to feel a little hot as he stared intently into my eyes. He smirked and leaned forward.
“I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess. And I’m sorry I put the blame on you.”
I smiled, “thank you Wil.”
He smiled back at me and whispered into my ear.
“Even if it was your fault.”
“What?” I yelled out.
He pushed me into Dark and took off down the stairs. Dark steadied me and sighed.
“Before you go and kill Wilford, just know he does this because he loves you.”
I rolled my eyes and started to turn away from him.
“Yeah right.”
“(Y/N), I’m serious. Why do you think he asks you to join him in these things?”
“Because I’m gullible?”
“Because you care about him and he knows you can’t say no to him.”
“I can say no!”
Dark gave me a look. “What about the time Wilford took you to the aquarium and-”
I waved my hands in denial, “okay, okay, we don’t need to talk about that!”
Dark smiled, “he adores you, (Y/N). That’s why he asks you to join him in these adventures.”
I looked down the stairs and smiled up to Dark.
“Think you can get me ahead of the good old-fashion lover boy?”
He chuckled and raised a hand, “of course.”
He snapped his fingers and sent me down to the studio. As I settled into my surroundings, the door burst opened as Wilford ran in. He looked up and as he recognized me standing in the way, he tried to slow to a stop. Unfortunately, the floors were just mopped, ‘do we have a janitor?’, and Wilford kept coming, knocking us both to the floor.
“Oh, angel, I am so sorry. I don’t know how you got in front of me-Hey wait how did you get in front? Oh, are you ok honey? Didn’t hurt yourself too bad, right?”
I laughed but felt warm at the nicknames. I tugged Wil still by his shirt and huffed as he settled down. Sitting on my lap but not putting his full weight on me. He’d probably break my hips if he did that.
‘He could break my hips in a different way.’
He cocked his head at me curiously.
“Hey, pumpkin? Why are you so calm? I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you aren’t seeking revenge after that stunt with Darky but you’re too,” he glanced down my body, “calm.”
I grinned, “well I learned a little secret about you Wil.”
“Hmm? And what would that be, sugarplum?”
I bit my lip and wiggled a finger in a ‘come here’ motion. He grinned and leaned down, letting my lips brush against his ear, he shuddered.
“I love you too, handsome.”
“What?” Wil shot up and scrambled off of me. “Uh, doll I don’t know where you heard that from but I, uh, I can explain. It was Dark, wasn’t it? That’s why you’re so nice. Oh god, I’m so sorry-”
I shushed him as I climbed into his lap. He started to wave his hands around when I pulled his bow tie to kiss him. I closed my eyes as he squeaked and stopped moving. As I held him to me, he relaxed slightly and placed his hands on my waist. He pulled me closer as I ran my hand through his hair and placed my other on his shoulder.
He pulled away, as we caught our breath. As I opened my eyes, his were still shut. Leaning my forehead against his, his eyes fluttered opened and gazed into mine. I gasped as he moved and felt his cock harden.
“Wil-”
He cupped my face and pulled me into another kiss. Tenderly, he licked at my lips, tasting the bubblegum chapstick I had on. I opened my lips with a gasp and he slid his tongue into my mouth. I tugged on his hair and he groaned, returning the favor by tangling his hand into my hair and pulling. I moaned and started to grind down onto him.
Wil tugged me down with him as he laid out on the floor. With a quick buck of his hips, I felt a shudder go down my spine as I whined. I broke the kiss with another moan as he chased my lips. I put a hand on his chest to keep him down, but he nipped at my neck.
“Wilford,” I continued to roll my hips into him. He growled and flipped us over so he was on top. He kept moving his hips against mine, making me blush at how wet I was getting. He kissed me with a sigh and pulled my arms above my head. He sat up slightly to gaze at my flushed, dazed expression. Wil suddenly got a dark look in his eye.
“How about you show Daddy how much you love me, princess.”
ok but,,,waking up early with actor and just snuggling with him until u both fall asleep again,,,,
I think this is a little more emotional™ then we were both expecting, but it’s still got the softness that I think you were looking for. Just with a bit of added feels. I hope you like it still!!! Thank you for requesting<3
The singing birds woke you up that morning. The sun had barely even risen over the horizon, the sky only just becoming a shade of light blue. You grumbled, upset by the rude awakening, and by the fact that you were that light of a sleeper. It wasn't the worst thing to wake up to, of course. It was a pleasant sound to your ears. You just wished you hadn't woke up so early.
You laid there, a little more alert as you realized that you were laying against something hard. You picked your head up just enough to see that you had ended up on top of Mark some time in the night. Your head and hand rested on his chest, while his arm curled around you to hold you close.
You smiled softly down at your boyfriend, who you thought was asleep. However, as you started to pull away from him to start the day, since it didn't feel like you'd be getting back to sleep, his grip around you became iron and one of his eyes peeked open. He grinned at your surprise before you smiled back at him.
"And where do you think you're going, my love?" Mark asked.
"To make breakfast for me and my handsome boyfriend?"
He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.
"Too early," Was all he said and pulled you back down to lie on his chest. You didn't argue. Didn't have the energy, nor the reason.
It was silent for a while, just listening to the birds, and his heartbeat, and the sound of each others breaths. Then Mark spoke up, voice just barely above a whisper.
"Hey," He said, just catching you before you fell back asleep, "Thanks."
"Mmm?" You mumbled against his chest, now fighting off the sleep that tried to take you, "For what?
"For..." he trailed off, as if mulling over whether or not he actually wanted to say this. Then, with a heavy sigh, he said, "For staying here. With me."
"Well yeah, it's no problem. I mean, I'm still kind of tired anyway, so..."
"No, I mean... Thanks for not leaving me. For... for sticking around all this time. I don't know why you do, but..."
Suddenly understanding what he was getting at, you pushed yourself off of his chest again to look at him, but his eyes avoided your gaze as he continued.
"Every time you go, I worry that you won't come back. I worry that you've grown tired of me. I'm thankful for every day that you come back home to me and I can hold you in my arms. So...thank you."
Mark had a long and heartbreaking history, one that he generally refused to talk about. Because of that, you didn't know much about what happened with his ex wife. You didn't even know the woman's name, and you didn't care for it either. It was obvious that what she did hurt him severely. It took you a long time for him to let you in, and even longer to feel comfortable enough to be in a relationship with you. Even now, he always needed reassurance that you would still be around.
It hurt you to know that he's been through that heartbreak. You could only imagine what it was like. Whoever that woman is, you hoped that she was happy with herself, because she damaged a man almost too far to be fixed.
You brought your hand to cup his cheek, and you smiled sadly.
"Mark, I stick around because I love you. And the thought of leaving you and breaking your heart makes my own heart shatter. I could never hurt you like that. You mean everything to me."
Mark looked away from you and you knew he was probably hiding the tears welling in his eyes, embarrassed. But he still smiled, small but noticeable.
"Come on, darling," You said, drawing his attention back to you, "Let's get a few more hours of rest."
You leaned forward, pressing a kiss onto his cheekbone before laying back down against him.
"And don't forget what I said. I meant it."
You snuggled for a while as the sun rose, and eventually you drifted to sleep. But Mark's eyes stayed lazily open, trained on the ceiling above you. For some reason, despite being the one who wanted to stay in bed, he couldn't manage to fall asleep. He was too busy thinking about you.
You were always so sweet, always so attentive. Always so good to him. Even in moments like that, when his anxiety spiked and his insecurities got in the way. You were so soft, and oh so patient with him.
And he didn't forget about what you said. Your words replayed in his mind over, and over, and over again. He held onto them dearly, as if they were his life preserver in the ocean he was drowning in. Perhaps they were.
