Darkiplier, Wilford, The Host, Dave (TEoS), Simon (Iron Lung),
Based on this post, sort of?
CW// my personal headcanons for these characters (He/She/They Dark, He/It Wilford, He/They Simon), probably ooc Dave (only seen the show), spoilers for Iron Lung (post canon but also canon divergent ending)
NOT cross posted anywhere
It was supposed to be a simple joke, something you didn't even expect them to react to.
"Pspsps," the noise leaving you was one people made when calling for a cat, "c'mere boy."
You laugh to yourself, thinking you were the funniest person in the world, not thinking anything more of it.
Until they're turning around and looking right at you, even making their way over and leaning down to see what you need.
Dark has a perplexed look on her face, as if you had insulted his entire being with your little joke. Yet, he's still there, in front of you, waiting for you to do something.
When your hands come up and cup his face, they just stare at you, into your eyes like they were just trying to process what you were doing.
Then he's melting into your hands, his face pressing into your palms and letting his stubble scratch at your skin. Her hands come up to rest on top of your hands, thumbs rubbing on the back of your hand, as he nuzzles into your warmth.
His hair falls over his face, obscuring some of it as she rubs her face against your hands. It makes you think of a cat, rubbing its head onto your hands for pets, so you give in.
A hand runs up her face and into his hair, brushing their bangs up so you can see his face once again. His hand that was on top of it goes to hold the wrist of your hand still caressing her cheek.
While she gives no true indication that they're enjoying this time together, at least you can tell he doesn't hate it. A smile playing on your face as you continue to pet and scratch at their hair.
Wilford is over in a second, smiling as he awaits for something to happen. He's always been one to need things to happen, being bored was not ideal for anyone when it came to it. So you relent, cursing yourself for your stupid little joke.
Your hands are raised and pressing against it's cheeks, pressing them together to give him fish lips. A chuckle comes from him, which is a good sign. His hands rest around your torso, and pull you close. Then he's on his knees in front of you.
You can't comfortably rest your hands on it's cheeks anymore, so you move them up to it's hair, running through the somewhat greasy strands. He's looking up at you, and you can't help but smile down at it, your hands fully running through his hair now.
It smiles up at you before resting his head forward, burying it's face in your torso. So now you're stuck like this, standing uncomfortably with one Wilford Warfstache wrapped around you, practically forcing you to pet him like an eager dog that hasn't felt the love of someone in ages.
Maybe if you had treats, you could get him to do tricks.
The Host is one of the more difficult egos, being unable to tell what he's feeling about 99% of the time unless he verbally says anything. So when he's in front of you after you make your joke, it surprises you.
A chair that wasn't there before is suddenly behind you, and his hands are pressing on your shoulders to get you to sit. You oblige, because what else are you supposed to do, and sit down. He follows suit, cradling you as he sits on your lap.
He's quietly narrating to himself, about how he takes your hands and rests them on his head, how you start carding your hands through the strands of it like it's the most natural thing in the world, how he rests his head on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your body in a hug.
How you're now stuck under him, forced to pet and scratch at his hair, until he sees fit. How your little joke has now cost you hours of affection to him, and that if you make such a joke again, The Host will make the period of time much longer than today.
Oh, and don't be shy to rub his back, The Host would not be opposed at all to the added affections.
Dave is happy to be at your beck and call, a tired smile playing on his face. If he were a dog, he'd be sitting and smiling up at you, tail sweeping across the floor happily.
Suddenly you feel bad for wasting his time with your little joke, he could be resting but instead he's waiting for you to do something because he didn't realize you were messing around.
With a deep breath, you bring up your arms and wrap them around his shoulders, pulling him into you for a hug. He happily accepts, wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his head on your shoulder. The weight of him is comfortable, and it doesn't take much for you to rest your head on his, a hand coming to play with the ends of his hair.
It's by no means perfect, but he doesn't seem to mind the uncomfortable arch in his back, or the ache in his legs from standing. Rather, he enjoys the moment, burying his face in your jacket like it's the most comfortable pillow he's ever felt.
Simon doesn't know what to do with himself, being in such an odd environment. Before he knows it his arm is reaching for you, his hand grabbing onto yours like a lifeline. You called to him, albeit in a weird way, how can he be of assistance.
It's tough to tell them it was a joke when he willingly made his way over, so I stead you rest your free hand in his face and scratch a bit at their stubble.
The touch is overwhelming to Simon, the way your hand rubs up and scratches on his skin burned them like fire, yet it didn't hurt. Butterflies in their stomach threaten to burst out as he rests his head more into your palm. His shoulder even comes up to try and press it more into his skin, since he doesn't have another hand to do so.
It's a comfort to Simon, to know you won't pull away as they show such vulnerability. Your touch makes the pains go away, and if it weren't for the fact his arm was missing they'd probably think it was all a nightmare.
Tears begin to bundle up in his eyes, and your other hand is already detangling from his to rest on his other cheek, thumbs ready to catch the tears as they start to fall. His hand gripping at your sleeve to ground themselves as you reassure him it's alright.
How the Septics would react to you telling them that you love them first! 💚💚💚
Warnings: Cursing, Henriks is a little suggestive (sorry, I'm so down bad for him 😮💨), Anti's contains yelling and fighting but not physically. Under the cut because it's so long! Enjoy! :)
Jackie
To say that Jackie looked rough would be an understatement, he had definitely bitten off more than he could chew and he could feel it in every inch of his body. Jackie had once again saved the day but at what cost, you sighed as you looked down at him, your hands carding through his neon green hair.
“Always the same Scheiße with this kid. Wearing his binder too long, jumping off buildings too high, not landing properly, und not picking up civilians with his knees.” Henrik huffed as he brought in his medical bag and plopped it on the chair next to the bed. “He’ll be okay, just needs some extra patching up.” He gave you a reassuring smile after seeing how worried you looked.
“Thanks Schneep.” You gave him a small smile in return, and moved out of the way so he could do his work.
Once Henrik had finished bandaging Jackie up you went back to your vigilant watch over the hero. His face was still contorted in a little bit of pain so you leaned forward and gently placed a kiss to his forehead, hoping the small comfort would help.
“I hate to see you like this Jackie, please take better care of yourself, I love you so much.” You said quietly as tears welled up in your eyes.
“If it took getting the shit kicked out of me for you to tell me you loved me, maybe I should do it more often.” Jackie said, trying to laugh but wincing at the pain.
“You’re an idiot.” You huffed at him as he cracked an eye open.
“Don’t cry over me, I’ll be fine, I’ve gotta keep the world safe so my favorite person can enjoy it. It’s a hard job but I love what I do.” A lazy smile overtook his face.
“Henrik clearly overdosed you, you’re high and you don’t know what you’re saying.” You blush furiously. You and Jackie had flirted for years but this was the most serious conversation you’ve ever had, did he really feel like that?
“Whatever you say, beautiful!” Jackie smiled even wider, enjoying the fact that his words had such an effect on you. “Once I’m out of here I’ll take you on a nice date.”
“We’ll see if you remember.” You laughed ruffling his hair. “Now get some rest before I tell on you.”
“Fine, fine.” Jackie went to wave you off but winced in pain. “But I think you telling me you love me again would make me heal faster.” He smirked as you groaned.
Marvin
Marvin stood on the stage in the spotlight, tonight was supposed to be his big night, his lucky break, everything he had been working for finally coming together. His hopes and dreams were dashed on the rocks as he looked out to the crowd to see that the audience was empty. Not a single person in a single chair. Had he gotten the date wrong? Had he not advertised well enough? Surely one of his friends would be here, they said they wouldn’t miss it for the world!
Nobody came. Nobody came. His head pounded, and he felt anger coursing through his veins, his true power trying to escape, but he held it back. Marvin heard a door in the back squeak open, and you walked into the theater, a giant bouquet of green roses in your arms. You shuffled your way to the front and hopped on the stage to greet the magician.
“Hey kitty-” You started to say but you dropped the bouquet as he pulled you into his arms.
“I’m so glad to see you bunny.” Marvin sobbed out. “I knew I could count on you, thank you, thank you.”
“Marv whats wrong?” You patted his back gently as he continued to sob.
“Nobody came.” He said between deep breaths.
“Is that what you’re upset about, oh you silly kitty, I love you so much.” You laughed softly.
“Of course that’s what I'm upset about! No one came to see me, this was supposed to be- did you say you love me?” He cut himself off mid sentence to look down at you, his blush burning his face under the mask.
“I uh wanted to tell you in a better, like more romantic way but it just kinda fell out, it seemed like you needed to hear it.” Your face also flushed and you looked down at the floor where you had dropped the roses.
“Oh bunny, thank you so much.” His eyes welled up with tears again and he flung his mask off before picking you up to spin you around. While he held you in the air, your eyes locked and before you could even think about it you both met in the middle, lips colliding in a soft kiss. Marvin held on to you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded and your hands tangled in his long green hair.
“Damn at least buy her dinner first!” Chase called from the audience, along with hoots and hollers from the other egos.
“You guys made it!” Marvin said in excitement, still holding on to you.
“Duh, the show doesn’t start for another hour.” Anti teased him, earning himself a smack on the arm and a stern look from Jameson.
“Sorry kitty, I tried to tell you but I got distracted.” You giggled at him and he huffed at you in mock annoyance, placing you back down and crossing his arms.
“Apology accepted, now let's find you the best seat in the house.” Marvin smiled at you so brightly and took your hand to lead you off the stage.
Henrik
Henrik took off his glasses and ran a hand down his face, the document he had open stared back at him, mockingly. He needed to finish this, just a couple more sentences and he could sleep for the first time in who knows how long. Maybe another coffee would help? He rolled his chair back with a sigh and shuffled off in the direction of the kitchen. He almost quite literally bumped into you on his way there and you looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Hen? Why are you awake?” You rubbed your eyes as if not quite believing the sight of the doctor in front of you. Of all the egos you could’ve run into at this hour you didn’t expect to see Henrik.
“I was just about to put on another pot of coffee, would you like some?” He gave you a small smile, clearly not expecting to see you either.
“Dude it’s like 3 am, you should be asleep not drinking more coffee! How long have you been awake?” You scolded him, trying to keep your voice down as to not wake the other egos.
“It’s only been…. Um…” He trailed off, he truly couldn’t remember the last time he had properly slept.
“Henrik.” You sighed and took him by the hand, pulling him towards your room. Sometimes he got like this, the days where he was putting his work and everyone else above himself. Usually he snapped out of it before it got too bad but it looks like he was nearing that point and you were determined to stop him.
“I promise I only have to write two more little sentences then I can go to bed, I promise.” He pleaded and you looked up at him, taking in his disheveled state with bags under his eyes and a growing 5 o'clock shadow.
“Damn that sounds like a problem for tomorrow Henrik to me.” You grinned and laced your fingers together to get a better grip and dragged him down the hall to your room.
Henrik begrudgingly accepted his fate and followed you down the hallway. You reached your door and you nervously let him in, thankfully you had remembered to clean your room earlier.
“Welcome to my room!” You smiled, shutting the door behind you. “You’re trapped here until you have had a full 8 hours of sleep.” You tease.
“Fine, fine.” Henrik huffs, sitting on the edge of your bed. “What are you going to do while I sleep?”
“I’m gonna sleep too?” You gave him a questioning look.
“But there’s only one bed.” Herink retorted. “I’ll sleep on the floor and you go back to sleep in your bed.”
“You need rest more than I do doc, I promise I don’t have bed bugs and my stuffed animals don’t bite.” You said picking up a plushie to throw at him.
“The only logical solution here is that we share the bed, I will put pillows in the middle so as to not disturb you.” He announces and begins making a line in the middle of the bed of pillows.
“Fine, whatever gets you to sleep.” Your face flushes, this is not how you envisioned this to go. Henrik nodded in agreement before he began taking his shirt off.
“WOAH OKAY.” you put your hands over your eyes and spin around at the speed of light.
“I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I usually sleep with my shirt off but I can put it back on if that makes it better." He asks, face unreadable.
“Nope, if that's how you sleep then just get into bed please, just took me by surprise is all.” You word vomit, trying to will the blush off your face.
It's fine, everything is fine, there’s just a very hot doctor that you have a very big crush on in your bed, with you! Shirtless. It's gonna be okay! You hype yourself up.
He nestled into bed on his side of the pillow wall but still didn’t look relaxed.
“I don’t bite either." Henrik looks up at you, probably wondering why you haven’t gotten into bed yet.
‘That's a shame.’ you mutter under your breath, turning out the light then sliding into your side of the bed. You stare up at the ceiling, not tired at all which is why you were up in the first place.
“Thank you for taking care of me.” He says softly into the darkness.
“I care about you, I've always cared about you. I hate when you get like this it makes me so worried.” You respond.
“I know I can be stubborn sometimes, but I just want to be able to give this family the best.” He admits.
“You do give us the best, I just wish you would give yourself the best too, we love you Henrik. I love you.” The admission falls so easily from your lips and before you can take it back he throws the pillow that was between your heads.
“You love me?” He asks, a break in his voice that hurts your heart.
“Of course I do. Why do you think I make sure you have lunch for the day and refill your coffee when I notice you're out? I always tell you to be safe at the hospital and send you dumb memes that I hope make you smile.”
“Some of them are a little cringe.” He leans closer to look at you in the moonlight.
“Oh fuck off, I’m bearing my soul here.” You gently pat his cheek.
“Oh no please continue because I’ve noticed you do all of these little things for me and it has made me fall in love with you too.” He gets closer and you can feel his breath on your lips.
“If I kiss you right now will you promise to take better care of yourself?” You whisper.
“I think I can handle that.” He nods as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You stare into his sapphire eyes before your eyes flutter closed and he places a gentle careful kiss on your lips. You huff in frustration before grabbing the back of his head and forcing your lips back together, he hums in surprise.
“How do you expect me to sleep now when you kiss me like that hmm?” He asks with a light chuckle.
“I’ll never kiss you again if you don’t go to sleep.” You retort.
“Yes Liebling.” He sighs before throwing the rest of the pillows off the bed and pulling you close to his body, once you're snuggled into his hold you hear his breath even out before sleep overtakes you too.
Chase
The sun is setting, making cotton candy hues appear in the sky as you sit in the skate park with Chase, it was one of those perfect summer days you wished would never end. It was perfect, Chase was perfect, his hair all messed up after he took his hat off and ran his hands through his hair. You scooted over to lay your head on his legs and look up at the sky. He flinched at the contact, making your heart sink but then he moved to make you more comfortable.
“I love you.” You said, not looking at him as a heavy blush overtook your cheeks.
“Like for real?” Chase looked down at you, his face framed by the stunning sky.
“Of course, like for real!” You laughed at him.
“Like do you like-like me? Or just ya know like a friend I love you?” He was frantic, searching your face for an answer. God he had been through this before and he wasn’t ready to get his hopes shattered again if you were just messing with him.
“I like-like you Chase, that's why I said I love you and not you’re like a brother to me.” You chuckled at him.
“Oh thank fuck.” He laughed and it was like music to your ears, in the years you had known Chase getting a real and true laugh out of him was hard. He had been through so much and you wanted to love him the way he deserved to be loved.
“So do you-” You started to ask but he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft but firm kiss.
“I love you so much.” He breathes against your lips. “And that scares me.”
“We will figure this out together Chase, I want to make you happy.” You gently cup his face and he smiles wider than you've ever seen as tears roll down his cheeks.
“Thank you.” he sniffles.
"Hey! No crying Brody! Let's go get ice cream, my treat for my favorite boy." You stood up and offered him a hand. You were determined to make Chase happier than he had ever been. As Chase took your hand he was thinking the exact same thing, he was ready to be happy again and make you happy in return.
Anti
“Fucking hell! I cant believe you heathens won’t eat my cooking!” You cried looking at the untouched pile of pancakes on the table. Jameson had at least put a single pancake on his plate out of pity.
“You’re as good of a cook as Henrik is a doctor, and you forgot my drink.” Anti sneered. Henrik made no comment, just rolled his eyes, another typical day in the Septic house.
“Well fuck, sorry I forgot I was your fucking maid! Do you want tea or coffee, your majesty!?” You crossed your arms, glaring across the counter at the glitch demon.
“I’ll cook tomorrow!” Jackie beamed, trying to diffuse the situation.
“Stay out of this Jackie!” You and Anti both yelled at the same time, causing you to glare at each other harder. Jackie shrugged and piled more hashbrowns onto his plate, he had done as much as he could do.
“Anti you don’t fucking do anything around here! You work one fourth of the fucking year, eat all the goddamn food, and leave shit for me to clean!” As soon as your voice was raised almost all of them scattered, Chase out of his hate of conflict, Henrik out of not wanting to be involved, and Marvin out of fear.
“I protect this family!” Anti said not backing down, his gitching was starting to come in worse than usual, Jameson shot him a worried glance. “Do you think being a demon is easy? Do you think I asked for this fucking neck scar? Do you think I asked to live in this fucking house with all you assholes?!” His glitch got worse with every word until he was making all the lights flicker.
“Then what’s keeping you here? The fact that you can’t go anywhere else? Do you think we want you here?” Your words hit him like a slap across the face.
“Leaving would be too fucking convient for you princess.” He crossed the distance between you to say it directly to your face.
“Why do you guys have to fight, this house is so special, please don’t leave us Anti.” Jackie had tears running down his face, which immediately softened both of you. You didn’t think your angry words would have such an effect on the hero. Jameson gave you both a stern look and then walked out, taking Jackie with him.
Neither of you said anything after they left the room, Anti’s glitching eventually calmed down as his anger wore off. You finally met each other’s eyes, you opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off. His lips crashed angrily into yours, and he pulled you as close to his body as you could physically get.
“I’m so sorry.” You both said at the same time as you pulled away, you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a tight squeeze.
“You belong here, and I love you so so much.” You said and I swore I could feel him smile into your shoulder.
“That’s the first time you said that to me.” He breathed out, almost in shock. “I wish it was under better circumstances and not just because I was being a dick.”
“I’ve always loved you Anti, I’m sorry it took me lashing out to say it.” You moved so you were facing each other again.
“I know.” Anti let out a deep sigh. “Your cooking still sucks though.” He let out a laugh as he backed away.
“And you’re still a jobless loser.” You hit his ass with the spatula within reach with a grin. “So tea or coffee?”
“You’re gonna pour salt into whichever I choose so see if I give a shit.” Anti rolled his eyes, the hint of a smile on his lips.
“Coffee it is.” You turned around and Anti wrapped his arms around your waist as you fiddled with the coffee machine, resting his head on your shoulder. Anti was never one for affection outside of where no one could see him so it threw you off for a moment.
“If you tell anyone I did this I’ll kill you.” He placed a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
“I know you're secretly a soft boy.” you reached up to ruffle his dark green mop.
“Yeah but I’m a bigger asshole.” He said before licking the side of your face and then running off before you could catch him.
Jameson
The air was that perfect fall air, where it smelled amazing, like fresh fallen leaves and it wasn’t too cold yet. The leaves crunched under your boots as you went out of your way to try to step on all of the extra crispy ones.
‘Don’t spill your tea!’ Jameson warned with a warm smile.
He looked away almost immediately, his cheeks now bright red as he returned his attention to the ducks with a sharp nod, but his hand dropped down towards yours, grazing it briefly. You felt a burst of confidence and took his gloved hand into yours, interlocking your fingers. Jameson looked astounded that you had taken his hand, turning back to you his eyes were wide.
“I won’t!” You promised before taking another sip of the unfortunately still on fire drink.
You slowed your leaf crunch adventure to walk more slowly along Jameson’s side as he wandered over towards the railing to look at the ducks swimming in the water. While he was admiring the ducks you took a moment to take in his side profile- his cheeks were dusted pink from the slight chill in the air, his usual bowler hat was traded out for a news boy cap, his mustache was beautifully groomed and the blue of the water reflected in his eyes which were suddenly looking at you.
‘I love you.’ You signed with a very practiced motion. You had practiced over and over again in the mirror for the last week before you felt confident enough to ask Jameson to go on a walk with you so you could finally tell him.
‘I want to hear you say it.’ He responded after a stunned moment.
“I love you, Jameson Jackson.” You leaned forward, taking his face in your hands, his cheeks now a dark red as he looked into your eyes.
‘I love you too.’ He mouths back at you, his eyes glossy.
“Don’t cry Gem!” You place a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.
‘I wish I could tell you how I feel out loud, this is so frustrating.’ He signs swiftly, a bitter look on his face.
“You tell me every day with your actions! You always make sure I'm comfortable and you are the perfect gentleman, I adore you Jamie.” You admit, smiling at him.
‘I want to court you properly, I will write you letters.’ He promises.
“I’ll cherish every single one.” You giggle.
‘Let’s go home, you’ll catch a chill out here.’ He’s flustered again as he takes your hand in his, leading you out of the park. You decide to follow him anywhere he was leading you for the rest of time.
Person A hating person B and being their enemies/will do anythingto ruin their day, Person B being oblivious to person A hatred towards them and just trying/thinking they are friends
And then all it takes is for person B to do one nice thing to person A (i.e giving them a gift/giving them a hug/in general showing they care about them or something) for them to be absolutely smitten
Person A just going from "I will kill you" to "I will kill for you"
Hmm for Engineer, maybe him with a captain on the new planet? Basically life after the events of ISWM. Could have some PTSD from both parties and comforting each other through it all.
A/n: EATING THIS REQUEST WHOLE, dude this was such a cute prompt! I really enjoyed writing this one
Synopsis: After the events of ISWM, Mark and the Captain are trying desperately to forget what they had experienced on the ship, but their past is catching up to them rather quickly
Warnings: Mentions of hallucinations, unhealthy coping mechanisms
After the events on the ship you and Mark had undoubtedly been traumatized, whether you had realized it or not there would be long lasting effects of what you had been subjected to.
Regardless of the things you had experienced, you desperately wanted to forget everything that had happened, but it seemed as though it wouldn’t be as easy as you initially had hoped.
You had moved on to directing the construction of the new colonies, while Mark had been there alongside you working to build a civilization from the ground up.
You had been kept busy for months, with news of the progress of the building while you had helped solve problems that colonists were having while settling in, you felt it was necessary to keep yourself busy, to keep your mind from drifting to darker corners of your mind, things you needed to forget.
You arrived home, slamming the door with a sigh as you slumped from the doorway cracking your joints with a pleasing hum as you began to set up your work on the kitchen counter, laying out the blueprints you needed to review and approve as well as complaints you had collected from Cici.
This would undoubtedly take more than a couple hours to finish, but well you were already tired, so you made a promise that you wouldn’t stay up for too long.
Your eyes fluttered open groggily, you groaned at the sudden light that flooded your vision.
You rubbed your eyes trying to adjust to the overwhelming light.
“Enjoy your nap Cap’n?” you knew that teasing nickname.You lazily turned your head up to the engineer, a warm smile spread across his face.
“Mark? What are you doing? What time is it?” you asked, your voice still heavy with sleep as you stretched your back out and pushed yourself away from the counter, covered with unfinished sheets and documents.
“It’s about ten-thirty-seven, and way past your bedtime. What were you even doing down here?” his brows furrowed as his chocolate brown eyes scanned the papers. You frowned as you collected the unfinished sheets.
“Oh nothing, just documents for work. Which I still need to finish.” you murmured, anxiously eyeing the stack.
“Well you can just finish them tomorrow, you don’t have to go in that early anyways right?” you smiled looking back to Mark as you abandoned the counter.
“Yeah, I guess you're right.” taking his calloused hand, flicking the kitchen light off as you left the room. Making your way to the master bedroom through the empty house.
You looked into the mirror mindlessly as you counted the seconds, brushing your teeth thoroughly before you spat out the overwhelming mint flavored paste. As you rinsed your brush under the cold water Mark called to you from the bedroom as he changed.
“So, how are you?” the question seemed drawn out, almost hesitant, as if he was leading onto something else.
“Mark, we already talked about this over lunch, did you already forget what I told you.” you teased as you opened the cabinet setting your toothbrush next to Marks as you turned the light off joining Mark in the bedroom.
“No, no I was just…y’know curious if you maybe forgot to tell me something exciting.”
You quirked an eyebrow out at him doubtingly.
“Uh huh, well I feel like you're trying to get to something else, so why don’t you just go ahead and say it Mark, I hate it when you dance around stuff like this.”
A dense silence fell over the room, and you felt a familiar feeling of dread stir in your chest.
“I want to talk about…about what happened on the ship.” you felt your body go stiff.
“Why would you want to talk about that?” your voice wavered as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat.
“I just, I’ve been seeing things and hearing things, things that I’ve wanted to forget, but I just can’t.”
Again a silence fell over the room, it felt with each passing second a weight was pressing down on your chest.
You paused.
“I know Mark, I can still hear them too.”
Mark turned to you, his eyes glossy, as his bottom lip trembled lightly.
“Was it my fault? I know we’ve talked about this before, but I can’t help but think about what would’ve happened if I hadn’t even built the warp core.” his voice shook as he gripped his face, his eyes fixated on the floor as his body shook lightly. You frowned, walking around the bed as you squatted in front of him taking his hand in yours once again as you gave it a reassuring squeeze, his panicked eyes flickered to yours.
“Mark, you can’t blame yourself for everything that happened, it’s not fair to you. Sure you built the machine, but nobody could’ve known what kind of power it was capable of.” Mark gave a slow nod, his eyes not leaving yours. You smiled scooting in to give him a tight hug.
“I love you, okay? Don’t forget that.” you whispered as Mark buried his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a quick peck against your warm skin.
“What do you say we head to bed now?”
“Sounds like a plan Cap’n.”
Can't tell if I like this one, but oh well. Once again reblogs are appreciated!
Doing the Egos hair. (I swear actor wouldn't let us and Wilford would love it) but just putting their head in your lap and brushing their hair. No pressure!
Haha! Yeah Actor would. And I only did three egos since I was feeling lazy. Sorry!
━MARKIPLIER ☆
He leans into it subconsciously while smiling. Only realizes what's happening once you bump his glasses accidentally with the pad of your hand. Mark sort of just smiles at you softly before turning back to what he was doing
━DARKIPLIER ☆
Is most likey sitting in his velvet arm chair reading when you sneek up behind and start to play with his smooth tresses. Sort of just flickers his gaze up to you and chuckles before resuming his reading
Day 18, "Ouija board gone wrong" and "their husband." Honestly, this is gonna be a shit post.
It was a rather dull night so you decided to spice it up with some spoopy ouija board. You set up the board before turning off the lights and setting up those fake candles around the room before sitting in front of the board, hands gently on the planchet.
“Is anyone here?” You called out into the dark. Silence fell over the room for a few moments before the planchet move to the word yes.
“Oh cool. Wanna hang?” Another beat of silence before it moved to yes again.
“So, how have you been?” The planchet shot across the board to spell.
“Dead,” You snort.
“Okay, besides being dead?”
“Bored,”
“Same, hey you know what would be fun? If you revealed yourself and we had a rave party,” silence before the planchet moved once more.
“Say it,”
“Okay? I invite you, spirit into my home,” A giggle echoed through the room.
“You made a huge mistake, smiley face,” . . .
“Did you seriously spell an emoji?” Your question was unanswered as the board was flipped and something was knocking off your fake candles. Suddenly, your laptop came to life showing static before showing a grey image of a well. Slowly something crawled out of the well and towards the screen before Anti had his face pressed up against the screen with a bloody hand…
“That’s copyright infringement,” You said pointing at him, he froze for a bit before sulking.
“BoO, yOuR’e No FuN,” He whined, crawling through the screen and landing with a thud.
“Yeah yeah, and make sure to clean up whatever’s on your hand,”
“BlOoD,” You gently grab his wrist and sniff his hand.
“Ketchup, I’ll go grab some snacks and we can get this Rave started,”
“FuCk YeAh!” And thus you and your husband raved the night away.
Can I please have a headcannon for dark and anti separately. What would they do if their S/O was a gamer and is very immersed in video game culture. Like would they play games with them and if they did what types of games. Or would they rather watch. Would they get mad if they are being loud with their online gaming friends. Would they understand them when they use gamer slang like sus, one pump, gg, afk. I'm sorry if I'm asking to much.
Gamer Kings | Darkiplier & Antisepticeye HCs
Word count: 736
Warnings: None
Summary: Both Darkiplier and Antisepticeye have a gamer S/O and this is how they react
Darkiplier
Though his counterpart, Mark, may have a passion for video games and videography, Dark did not inherit that trait. It’s not as if he hates them, he would simply prefer to avoid them whenever he can. Honestly, he prefers a good board game to a digital one.
Knowing this, it was a surprise to his brothers when Dark chose a dedicated gamer to be his S/O—he doesn’t tolerate rumors about them or his relationship, but everyone still wonders how they ever ended up together. It surely couldn’t have been chance or a coincidence!
Dark would rather watch his S/O play their video games than play them himself. He has talent for it, yes, but he finds several of them irritating and pointless. He doesn’t understand some of the objectives and would probably rage quit more than most gamers because of this.
He would prefer his gamer S/O to try and keep things a bit quieter, if only so he can focus on his own work in another room. He understands that video games are important to his S/O and would never forbid them from enjoying what they love, but he does appreciate the silence now and then.
Sometimes, he’ll try and finish some paperwork while his S/O plays their games. It’s a little distracting, but he prefers their company over the noise, so he’ll hang out with them often. He’ll even make comments that make the S/O’s viewers, if they have any, laugh and spam the chat.
As for the gamer slang, he is completely and utterly confused when his S/O utilizes it. He has no idea what any of them mean; save for perhaps AFK, as he uses it when talking to his brothers online. Dark often has this confused, deer-in-headlights look about him whenever his S/O screams another gamer slang word.
Overall, Dark does not mind that his S/O is immersed in video game culture; in fact, he admires their passion for it and finds it adorable how they gush over their favorite games. He may not share it, but he loves them nonetheless and will go out of his way to ensure they are happy.
Antisepticeye
Anti adores video games, mostly because he enjoys causing glitches and problems for Jack. He loves causing chaos, even for his S/O, who often gets annoyed at his antics—sue him, he just loves seeing them all riled up!
If offered, or even if his S/O says no, Anti will absolutely play video games with his S/O. Though his favorites are by far RPGs, horror, and even a splash of worldbuilding. He won’t play Roblox or Fortnite, though. Too childish in his opinion.
He loves messing around in a multiplayer video game with his S/O. Anti is obsessed with their abilities and skills, as well as their company. Not a lazy Sunday afternoon goes by without the pair going at it in Minecraft, Call of Duty, or some random other multiplayer game.
Though he does enjoy them, he also loves watching his S/O play them by themself. He’ll crawl into their lap, head on their shoulder as he plays with his knife while watching them beat down on the newest boss or creature of legend. He adores them and loves watching their face contort into looks of surprise, rage, and elation.
Anti doesn’t care for the noise. Living with his brothers from time to time has numbed him to all levels of shouting, cursing, and muttering. In fact, he causes it most of the time. So for his S/O to start up screaming, he’s less than concerned. He’ll always check to make sure they’re alright, but otherwise he pays no mind.
Sometimes, Anti will go out and pawn the newest addition to a video game collection, but more so the action figures and collectibles. He knows his S/O’s favorite characters and will always buy them figurines. Expect gifts all year round; there’s never a month where he doesn’t appear with another two or three.
Anti does understand a little more of the gamer slang; even reciprocates the use of it. Whole conversations can consist of this vocabulary, leaving any visitors grasping for a sliver of understanding. In the end, Anti is a supportive boyfriend who absolutely adores his gamer S/O and does everything he can to show them his love and support.
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As a gamer myself, this was an absolute treat to write! Thanks for the request; truly made my day. 😊
can i get a 1, 4, and 5 with dark? please and thank you <3
Thank you for asking!!❤️ Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long dearie!
1- “Your hair is so soft…”
4- “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until i’m done working.”
5- “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
With Darkiplier!
So much fluff!!! Literally just fluff! Also, gender neutral, but he does call you darling.
The sound of you knocking on Dark’s office door was the last thing Dark had expected to hear today, especially when your voice was the one behind the door.
“Hey, it’s just me Y/N. Can I come in?”
The male smiled faintly before allowing you to come in.
You huffed as you walked in, “I am so bored right now Dark, i haven’t been able to focus on one task at a time, Dark i think I’m dying!” You almost panted as you finished your speech, walking up to him to kneel down beside his chair.
You laid your arms on his armrest, “I seriously think I’m dying though.”
Dark chuckled as you started to whine at him about it, “Well, i think that would be considered a you problem darling, as i’m very busy right now.”
You sighed, starting to get up and walk over to a small couch on the side of his office.
“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until i’m done working. How does that sound?”
You smiled at his request before walking over to him and sitting yourself down on him. He wrapped his free hand around your waist to keep you steady.
As you sat there boringly watching him work, a thought crossed your mind that made you smirk. You wanted to poke him a bit, maybe on the cheek? You knew you were going to be playing a dangerous game doing you so, but the thought would keep you from being bored.
So you after only a few seconds of thinking over your decision, you started to lightly poke his cheek, enough to make him feel it but not enough to cause any pressure. You could see him smirk slightly at your attempt to get some attention from him.
He looked over at you, “Is there something you need?”
“Yes, some attention. I hope you know I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
Dark chuckled at you before he moved his hand from your waist, softly starting to run his fingers through your hair. You sighed at the motion, being content enough with the attention you were getting for now to stop poking him. You knew you would be asking for more attention later though, but you would spare him that for now.
You two sat in comfortable silence for quite some time as he worked, and you started to grow tired from his his hands running through your hair. You had just started to drift from consciousness when you heard let out a low whisper.
“Darling, your hair is so soft…”
You smiled at his comment, “Thank you Dark.” You giggled lightly as you dropped your head on his shoulder.
He smiled lightly at your reaction, “I’m almost done working, and when I am you’ll get all the attention you want.”
