For @missbrittykins, one of the Random Raffle winners. Dealer’s choice on prompts for a Reader X Dark fluffy short. I hope this meets you expectations. So without further ado, I present Rumors using prompts 49 and 95 off the second (most recent) prompt list.
(49. “Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”
95. “Sometimes, memories are the worst torture.”)
“Is that blood?” Dark asks looking down at the drying red splatter on your skin and clothing.
You glance around and hesitantly say “No?”
Dark gives you a stern look, one that tells you he doesn't believe you nor does he find this cute or funny. “That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question.” He tells you sternly. You look down at your shirt and hands then back up to Dark with a shrug. “Were you with Wilford again?” he accuses more than asks.
“Yes. But to be fair it's not what it looks like.” you tell him quickly. “Wilford was playing around...”
“Of course.” Dark growls out, less than impressed or happy you were around the pink mustached idiot with a trigger happy finger.
“I accidentally shot him.” you admit watching Dark's expression flip in an instant.
“You what?” he demands looking you over again then beyond you, in the direction that you'd just come from. “Where is the body?” he demands again.
You give him a look of complete guilt as you suck in air through your teeth. “About that...”
You can't stop the laughter from bubbling up, unable to keep up with the acting. Laughing you double over, your arms wrapping around your aching stomach. Behind you Wilford is cursing you, but laughing at the same time.
“I”m sorry! Wil put me up to it!” you laugh trying to stand back up. Wilford is howling behind you with laughter and joy at Dark's response to your confessions.
“Y-you honestly thought she killed me? Oh-oh! This is just perfect. Wait until the others hear about this! Y-you have, have a great woman, Dark my boy.” Wilford says sobering up. “You beter keep her, keep her tied to your side. I may take interest in such a...a find young lady.” he adds before laughing again and taking his leave of the pair of you.
You frown, your head tilting slightly. “He's joking right?” you ask looking to a less than pleased Dark.
“If he weren't I'd be more concerned. What posessed you to go along with his antics?” Dark ask adjusting his suite before resting his hands behind his back. You know this pose. He's so not in the mood for funny business.
You sigh and wipe the fake blood off your hands and on to a clean part of your clothes. “I happened to see Wilford on my way here and we got to talking. Everyone's noticed how upset you've been lately and we thought it would pull you out of your funk.” you tell him frowning at your hand again. “Great, they're going to be stained red....” you mutter looking for the closes restroom to wash your hands in.
You'd been working with the Iplier ego group for the better part of three years after losing your previous job as manager with a local food chain. One too many male customers that harassed or assaulted your workers despite being told not too. The owner just happened to be friends with the guy you straight up knocked out after he'd gotten too touchy with you one night.
It'd been easy to work your way up the food chain, until you actually met the Iplier egos and their...you'll say unique personalities. Your current job, which pays pretty well and has some pretty awesome perks, is babysitter of the Iplier egos. You sedate them and make them happy within reason. For some reason your straight forward attitude and odd sense of humor works well with them.
Go figure.
Dark regards you for a few seconds before he takes you by the wrist and leads you to the restroom attached to his private office. “Wash yourself up and get a change of clothes. I can't have you walking around he looking like a bloody crime scene.” Dark growls before leaving you to wash your tinted flesh.
You make quick work of scrubbing as much red off as possible before exiting the bathroom to find new clothing laid out on the cough in the room. You roll your eyes and take the clothes back into the bathroom, changing quickly. You take one of the tin liners and put your soiled clothing in it before exiting again. You know Dark is very particular about his vision, and deviating from that vision is dangerous...for most.
“Okay, so appeasing Wilford is done, he should be good for another four hours, on to see Dr. Iplier and make sure he hasn't tried to castrate a cameraman.” you mutter taking off for the fifth floor where Dr. Iplier likes to terrorize, or as he puts it, aids the employees there.
Appeasing Dr. Iplier takes a little longer than you had hoped. You'd finally gotten him to relax when you showed him the virtual reality helmet and surgeon simulator you'd managed to procure for such an event. As well as being vain, Dr. Iplier has one of the largest egos out of the group.
“Y/N! Get to my office now!” Dark demands over your cellphone. You sigh, roll your eyes, and head for the elevator. Dark is your neediest and most difficult ego to keep settled, but you manage.
“Coming.” you respond as the elevator takes you up to the top floor. When you step out of the elevator you're greeted by Wilford. You sigh again. “Wil, are you bothering Dark again?” you ask walking over to the pick mustached murderer. But even as he is a very unorganized and clumsy killer, he's endearing in a way, not to mention you can't really find it in you to blame him as he is clinically insane.
“What? Me? No. I'd ne-ver do anything to distract our oh, so, great leader.” Wilford responds in that accent you still can't quite place.
You purse your lips a little before unlocking your phone again. “Wil, I was going to wait until later, but, I had a surprised place in the basement for you. It's a lovely gift, if I do say so myself.” you say texting your friend in the basemen sector of the building to get the small bulletproof gun range you had built readied for Wilford. And by ready you mean leave him alone in a completely locked down area where he can shoot and dance all he wants.
Wilford perks up instantly at the prospects of a surprise. “In the basement you say? Well, why didn't you say so before?” he asks you before hurrying off into the elevator. “I shall see you later my dear.”
Well, one down and one more to go, you think entering Dark's office.
“What took you so long?” Dark demands, his abilities distorting reality a little with hues of blue and red.
“Wilford was on the floor, I sent him to the basement to be locked up for a bit.” you tell Dark and walk over to his desk, perching yourself on the edge of it. “What can I do for you boss?” you ask casually. You don't like inflating the egos of the egos.
“Must you sit on my desk in such a way?” Dark asks glancing at you then away. You smirk.
“Of course I do, Darkie pie.” you tease still smirking when he looks at you. His whole body turning towards you. “Dark. You've been stressing for nearly a week and a half. Why won't you tell me what's wrong?” you ask in a soft tone reserved only for Dark when you're alone. Despite what many may believe you actually are in love with the embodiment of darkness.
Dark crosses the distance between you two and stands before you, a menacing look on his face. However, the longer he looks at you the softer his gaze becomes. “How do you calm me in such a calm manner?” he asks cupping your left jaw in his hand.
“Does there need to be a reason?” you respond smiling up at him. “Now, please, tell me what wrong?” you ask leaning into his touch.
You can see the conflict raging in his eyes and it alarms you. “Dark, please, you look torn, what is it?” you urge a little more worried now.
“Do you love me, Y/N?” he asks.
You pull back a little. That's out of the blue. “Yes, of course. Why would I continue to see you like this if I didn't?” you respond.
“I have...heard a number of rumors...” Dark continues watching your face go from worry to confusion to anger.
“Are you talking about those stupid lies that I'm sleeping with all the egos?” you ask, a little upset Dark would entertain the idea that the rumors are true.
“It is not just the rumors, you have become very close with quite a few of us...more difficult egos. I am concerned that they too enjoy your company as I do.” Dark says outright. You do have to admit he's not one for beating around the bush, but that still doesn't ease the hurt.
Taking a few calming breaths before you fly off the handle you close your eyes and center yourself. “Dark, those rumors are just that, rumors. I get along with the other egos because I don't want my one else to die or get injured. Something about me calms them, it I do for you, however that is as far as it goes. My free time, my heart, I only give that to you.” you tell Dark, cupping his cheek as you speak, letting him feel the truth in your words.
Dark scans your face for any falsehoods, but he finds none. “This has happened before. Wilford had charmed a woman I thought would be mine forever.” Dark tells you, letting you in just a little bit more.
You smile softly at him. “Sometimes, memories are the worst torture.” You frame his face and quickly pull him in for a kiss. “And if I haven't said this before, Darkiplier. I love you.”
Dark responds instantly, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you tight against his chest, forgetting about his pressed suite or the face that anyone could come up at any point and see the pair of you. Just on principal alone, Dark keep distance between you, but right now, distance is the last thing he wants.
“I love you, Y/N. Never change.” he tells you kissing you again, claiming you with the passion of his kiss. You gladly receive and return the feeling. Beyond your cloud of joy stands three figures in defeat.
“Should be interrupt them?” Dr. Iplier asks glancing at Willford who looks the most crushed.
“No, say Host. The camera pans away to Wilford as he looks on in defeat.” Host narrates as Wilford simple looks on in silence.
“A gentleman must know when he is beaten.” Wilford remarks before turning away. Sure, he's not going to give up in the long run, but seeing his long time friend so happy, he can't find it in him to break the pair apart right now.
Here is the final story for the Random Raffle winner @nerdyearthling7 whom requested and Anti X Reader using prompts 15 and 22 of the most recent prompt list. Please, enjoy the newest tale: Something.
(15. I’m sure that sounded different in your head, but please never say that again.
22. He knew he was home when her(your) lips touched his.)
You cross your arms over your chest, watching Anti continue to argue with Wilford and Chase. You know this won't end well. Anti will get angry and fly off the handle. He'll brandish his favorite kitchen knife and try to stab Wilford because he looks similar to Dark then he'll go after Chase because he hates the bro-boy.
With a sigh you stand up and head over to the three men. You don't want them to start trying to kill each other and in the process hurting others around them...including you.
“... I will shove this so far up yer arse you won't walk straight for the rest of yer life.” You hear Anti say and it's obvious you came in at the wrong time. “I'll fook yer arse up.”
You cringe a little at his choice in words and say, “Anti, I'm sure that sounded different in your head, but please never say that again.” You watch his head snap around to you. You can see he didn't expect you to be right next to him.
“What are you doin' here?”Anti asks as Wilford and Chase exchange looks behind your back, not missed by Anti.
“I came to save the public from seeing three idiots try to kill each other.” you respond glaring at Chase then Wilford. “I think it's time everyone heads home for the night. Especially you, Wilford. I worry about you accidentally shooting someone.” you say sternly.
“Well, my dear lovely Y/N, if you worry so deeply for me, accompany me back to my humble abode.” Wilford says leaning into you. You roll your eyes and shake your head.
“No. Do you even realize how angry Dark will be if you brought anyone without his permission into that manor?” you ask seriously. You know first hand how unpredictable Dark can be at times. Your hand creeps to the raised scare on your left clavicle. The motion doesn't go unnoticed. You regard Dark like anyone with a brain should, with extreme caution.
Anti glares at the other two, warding them away from their own desires to comfort you. Neither make a move towards you as he rests his hand on your shoulder. Anti doesn't say anything before transporting the pair of you to a pub he enjoys. One that reminds him of his homeland and one far away from Chase and Wilford.
You both appear in a corner booth dedicated and always open for Anti. You don't say anything as your mind still lingers on the accident that lead to your scare. At least, you think looking at Anti, the demon before you is pretty much what you see is what you get.
Anti watches you with a guarded expression. You can see he wants to talk but something is holding him back. You can make your guesses as to what holds the demons from the green lagoon, but without asking you'll never truly know. Part of you—a very large part, wants to believe he wants to ask you out, to ask you to be his partner in crime, but the other part—the one you don't really like to listen to tells you otherwise.
“You look thin.” Anti finally says when your gaze drifts away to look at the wall of photographs of Ireland and it's majesty.
You bring your gaze back to Anti. You know this is his way of saying he's concerned for you. “Thank you?” you respond in a tone he recognizes as you teasing him. “I'm fine, Anti, just a little tired. It's been some time since I've gone on a vacation, but what can I do? I have to keep after the lot of you.” you say softly, letting your gaze drift off to look around the pub and it's patrons.
Anti doesn't exactly know to react to your admission. Usually you put up a front of confidence and calm, but this is just Anti. You feel more like yourself around him. “Sorry, that was rude.” you say after a few minutes of silence. “I like working with you and the others.” you add softly.
“Do you?” he asks seriously, almost challenging you defend yourself.
Your gaze reaches his eyes, his beautiful green blue eyes. You smile genuinely at Anti. “I enjoy your company, Anti. Even when you're in a mood.” you tell him truthfully. You see a slight color tint his cheeks in the dim light before your attentions are taken away by the young red head standing at the edge of your table.
“Anti, would you like the usual?” the red head you know as Red asks. You look away from the obvious display of interest she has in Anti. You force yourself not to roll your eyes as she shamelessly flirts with Anti right in front of you.
It's not that she's flirting with Anti that irks you. Anti is attractive and –when the mood strikes can be very irresistible, but its the simple fact he's here with you. You may not be on a date, but do you not look like someone Anti would take on a date?
Catching your reflection in a well cleaned photo frame, you quickly compare yourself to Red and feel lackluster. This is why you can never tell Anti how you really feel about him. It's not the fact he's not exactly human, or the amazing powers he holds, nor is it the way he stuns you with his amazing good looks, no... it's you. You feel less than worthy of Anti's time or attention. You feel...you sigh, this isn't the time to be having these thoughts.
“Anti, I'll be right back.” you mutter slipping from the booth and head to the bathroom. You don't need to actually use the toilet, you just need to get away from Anti and Red's flirting. Walking into the single use bathroom you shut the door and lock the door. Your heat feels heavy in your chest as you walk to the sink and turn on the water.
You already know Anti will start drinking his ale, you'll humor him and take a few sips of something that tastes like dirty dishwater, tell him you're calling it a night, and walk home alone. Anti will stay at the pub until the early morning hours having fun with Red and probably end up at her place.
Squeezing your eyes close you push the thoughts again once more. Why you do this to yourself is a mystery...well, no... it's not. You do this because in a way it makes Anti happy. He enjoys your company for the most part. You rarely see him so at ease as when you're around. Even the others remark about it.
You play off their kind words because you know it upsets Anti in a way when they tease you. Any time the others start getting too close, teasing you about him, Anti seems to flip his moods like he's an electrical switch. So, to keep the peace you avoid getting too close to anyone in particular.
“Oi, you alright in there?” Anti asks slamming his fist against the solid wooden door. The sound makes you jump, your heart thundering in your chest.
“Y-Yes! Can't a girl use the restroom in peace?” you respond trying to force your body into a relaxed state again.
“You've been in there fer ten minutes. I thought you'd fallin' in. Come on out and share some spirits.” Anti coaxes. You sigh, give an uneasy chuckle and leave the bathroom to find Anti standing against the opposite wall from the restroom door. You glance away from him awkwardly.
“You just like chilling outside the lady's restroom?” you ask trying to pretend everything is okay. Anti doesn't respond to your question, instead he take you by the shoulder and walks you back to the table where there are a few pints of some dark amber colored beer and a slim glass of something blue. You look up at Anti with question.
“What's that?” you ask pointing to the blue water.
“It's for you.” Anti says urging you into your seat again. You scoot into the booth and stare at the glass then to Anti.
“What is it?” you ask again. “Just telling me that it's for me does not answer my question.” you add watching his smirk and lift a pint to his lips.
“Taste it.” he urges with the same smile before taking a long drag of his beer. You sigh and take the glass into your hand, looking it over again before pressing it to your lips and take a tentative sip.
It loaded with alcohol, you can taste that instantly, but there is also a slight fruity after taste which is quite enjoyable. You set the glass down and look at Anti. If you're not mistaken he looks like he's waiting for something. “This is really good, Anti. What's it called?” you ask take another sip, waiting for his response.
“Sexy bitch.” Anti tells you, watching as you gasp as you drink. It doesn't go over well. Slamming the glass down you cover your mouth, coughing as you struggle to continue to live. Drowning in alcoholic beverage is not how you want to die.
“W-what?” you ask, your voice cracking slightly as you look at Anti through the tears in your eyes. He looks concerned for you. “That's seriously the name?” you ask for clarification.
Anti chuckles, leaning back into his seat again once you're breathing normally again. “Yes, I knew it'd suit you.” He adds with a gleam in his eye you rarely see.
You want to question his intentions, but hold back your curiosity and instead take a slow sip of your drink again. You know you shouldn't read anymore into the drink he chose, but you can't help but wonder if he means anything more by it.
As the night progresses you find yourself laughing more freely and talking more openly with Anti. You'd shared a life long regret of yours, and earned one in return from Anti. You'd some how managed to shift your seating arrangement and find yourself cuddled up against Anti's side, his arms draped lazily around your shoulder.
Unable to help yourself, you lay your head in the crook of his shoulder. Your hand slowly turns the glass coated in droplets of water. You feel so at ease right now, so happy...
“Is'at so?” Anti asks startling you a little. You glance up at him in confusion.
“What?” you ask, your brows nearly touching. God, this man is so handsome.
Anti doesn't respond. He simply looks down at you with a gaze that makes you want nothing more than for him to kiss you, but you know it's not going to happen. “Com'on, we're dancin'.” Anti says taking you to the dance floor within seconds of the words leaving his mouth.
Your head spins at the sudden movement and you cling to Anti for dear life. When your head finally settles and you no longer feel like loosing everything in your stomach, you look up at Anti with curiosity. “You hate dancing.” You remember being at Wilford's weird throwback birthday party and asked Anti to humor you with a dance but he promptly declined.
“I don't like dancin' in front of others.” Anti responds keeping eye contact with you. You have to think about for a moment. You are in a fairly crowded pub.
“I call bullshit on that. We've been here so many times before and you've never asked, let alone just zipped me to the floor to dance.” You say, challenging his reasoning. You feel Anti's arm around your waist tighten a little.
“If ya didn't want to dance you should of said.” he tells you already pulling away.
You tighten your grip on his shoulders telling him not to go. “No, Anti, please, I didn't mean to make you upset, I just... this is nice. Thank you.” you say softly. You really don't want this moment to end. It's not often that Anti really touches you, not in weird or perverted ways, but just normal every day kind of ways. It's a rare treat when Anti actually gives you, or accepts one of your hugs.
Anti doesn't respond to your admission, simply opting to continue to hold you as you both sway to a song you know is by Mumford & Sons. It's not exactly a song you slow dance too, but somehow that knowledge is lost on you. At some point, more than likely due to the abnormally high amount of alcohol you've been consuming, you lay your head against Anti's chest, your arms sliding down his chest to rest at your eye level.
“Fallin' asleep on me?” Anti asks, chuckling. You feel his voice rumbles through your chest. You can't help the giggle bubbling in you.
“Me? No, never.” you say realizing just how tired you really are. “Actually, yes...I am starting to fall sleep.” You addend yourself before yawning. You feel Anti chuckle and take you back to your booth.
Anti makes sure you won't fall out of the booth before going to the bar and paying his tab for the night with a card he took from Dark a few nights ago. He signs Dark's name, adding a few choice words before walking back over to you.
Anti helps you home. You've had plenty of nights that Anti hasn't seen you home, it's only when you've reached your alcohol limit that he ensures you make it back to your apartment. Unlocking your door you sigh, twist the knob, and give the door a quick shove. It opens flawlessly and you enter, flicking on lights as you go.
You drop your keys in a small crystal dish Dark had gifted you for your birthday a year ago before heading into your small cozy living room. Kicking off your shoes you toss your bag against the back of your couch on your way to your bed room already disrobing as you go. You follow the same pattern after each night you retire after Anti takes you to the pub.
You have followed this routine so many times it sets you on edge when the door suddenly closes loudly. Jumping you spin around and see Anti standing in your apartment. Your face flames red when you realize you're without your blouse and Anti is standing in your apartment.
“Holy fuck, Anti! Why didn't you tell me to stop?” you shout dashing into your bed room to grab your night shirt. You hear Anti actually laughing in the living room. You poke your head out of the bedroom door your skirt still snug on your hips.
“I thought I'd crash at yer place t'night.” Anti says jumping over the back of your couch, his body almost floating through the air as you stare at him.
“What? Stay here? You never stay here, even when you're nearly black out drunk.” you say resting your hands on your hips.
Anti shrugs and settles into the cushions on our couch. “Tell me to go.” he challenges glancing at you. You glare back but don't say a word. If Anti wants to play this game, fine.
“Fine, but this is my house and after I change my clothes I'm watching a movie in here. You don't get a choice in what it is.” you say going back into your bedroom and close the door.
After a few minutes and a few trips into the kitchen you settle at the other end of the couch, a bowel of popcorn between the pair of you as you start up a classic Disney movie you've loved since childhood. Anti groans as the title comes across the screen. You laugh at his dismay.
“I warned you.” you tease happily, but already know you'll never make it to the end of the movie. You just really want to give back a bit of the frustration Anti gives you with his mixed signals and confusion actions.
“I know yer doin' this to annoy me.” Anti accuses. You laugh take a handful of popcorn and ignore Anti's complaints.
Repeats of you finding Anti seated comfortably on your couch begins to happen on an almost weekly basis. Not when you are expecting it, no. Anti seems to pop up in your house after a hard day. Ones where a few of the egos, or rather “personalities” are being overly needy and difficult.
“Anti? Are you here?” you ask entering your apartment and smell something delicious. Closing the door behind you, you remove your shoes and set your keys in the crystal dish and peek into your small dinning area to find a beautiful spread on your small square table.
You drop your bag next to the wall and look around for Anti. “Anti?” You call really needing him to explain this dinner. “Anti, are you here?” you call again peeking into the small bathroom then into your bed room for the man in question.
He's not in you room, but there is a elegant little black dress laid out on your bed. Deciding not to question it you close the bedroom door and change in the dress. As soon as you open the door back out to the living room Anti is standing there looking like he stole his clothing from Dark's closet.
You stand with your mouth gaped open in shock. “Wow... you look...really good. I always wondered what you'd look like in a suite. Now I do.” You say looking him up and down again. You can't stop from staring at at him.
“You don't look bad yerself.” Anti responds with a lopsided smile. You blush, looking away from Anti to the table behind him.
“What's the occasion?” You ask when Anti steps out of your path.
He looks to the table then to you. “You've been workin' so hard lately. Thought you'd like a nice meal.” Anti tells you, walking alongside you to the table.
“Where did you...”
Anti is quick to cut you off, telling you, “I made it.”
You stare in awe at Anti once again. You'd heard that Anti is more than capable to cook he just chooses not too for whatever reason. “Really? Wow, I...I feel honored.” You tell him, letting Anti seat you. You watch him move around to the other side and seat himself.
Within a few seconds of silence you quickly start up a conversation with Anti. Much like all your conversations they go from serious to ridiculous and back again within a few sentences. You enjoy these conversations. They allow you to see who Anti is as a whole rather than the persona he projects to everyone else.
You casually talk about your childhoods, Anti's very different from your own. He tells you about Ireland and just a tiny bit about his parents. You're engrossed in his history, engrossed in the fact Anti is letting you so far into his world.
You in turn tell him about your own hardships and difficulties. You tell him about your parents and friends, about your fears when you moved out of your parent's house. You share things you never thought you'd tell anyone.
“Don't laugh!” you snap as you laugh as well. “It's not that funny, Anti.”
“B-But you!” he can't even finish his sentence, too far gone to complete his thought.
You cross your arms over your chest, pouting a little. All you said was you'd like to Disneyland and do the princess makeover think they offer. After seeing it on THE BIG BANG THEORY it's been on your bucket list; and given who you work with, your life expectancy could be cut short at any time.
“Oh, stop, a bucket list is meant to be things people have always wanted to do before they bite the big one. It just so happens that one of mine is to dress up at Disneyland.” You tell Anti, defending yourself.
Anti slows to a light chuckle, his eyes trained on you. “Is that all a bucket list is meant to be?” He asks.
You shrug saying, “kind of. A large majority of people only complete their bucket list, or even start to do it just before you're dying. Like if a person has a chronic illness or a terminal disease that will end their life.”
Anti is silent for a time before asking you, “what else is on your bucket list?”
You think about it, your list isn't all that large. “Mainly just be happy. I guess spend a lot of my time with someone I love, maybe even visit Europe. The way you talk about Ireland, it really peeks my interest.” You shrug. “But I'll have to save up and get some time off before I can do all that.”
“Have you completed anything off your list?” Anti asks, watching you with a guarded expression.
You nod slightly, your head bobbing a little. “Yeah, I like to think so.” You tell him honestly. “I get to spend time with you.” You admit with a strong blush on your face. You keep your eyes down, but when you flick them up to look at Anti you can read the look of shock in his eyes.
“Me?” he asks not quite sure you're being truthful.
You nod smiling happily at him. “Have I done something to make you believe I'm lying?” you ask on a more serious note.
Anti shakes his head at you. “Am I someone you love?” he asks, and if you're paying extra special attention to his tone—which you usually are, he sounds a tad bit unsure about his own question.
You blush, looking away from Anti as you finally tell him, “yes, I love you, Anti. I enjoy your company, I think you're very attractive, but more than that, I love the way I feel around you. You make me happy.” You tell him, your voice low as you bashfully look at him.
“You do?” he asks, his gaze never wavering from your face. Shyness over comes you and you nod your head instead of use your voice. “Do you love Wilford or Chase, or Dark or...”
“Anti, please. Do you see any of them, hell, anyone else relaxing on my couch on a weekly basis? Do you see me let anyone else drag me to their favorite dive?” You bite your bottom lip before deciding to just go for broke. “If it's not obvious, I'm in love with you, Anti. Whether it's mutual or not.” you blurt out, sitting in the aftermath silence as he continues to just stare at you.
Minutes seem to tick by as you wait for Anti to respond to your outburst, to your confession of love. As the feeling that you've ruined everything slowly consumes your mind Anti moves. Well, he stands up from the table, his chair making an awful noise as it scraps across the floor. Without thought you hold your breath, watching Anti slowly walk across the small space to stand in front of you.
“Anti...I...”
He doesn't let you talk any further. Without warning you're standing, locked in his embrace as he tilts your head up to look into his eyes. “I'm holding you to yer words.” He tells you sternly before leaning into you, kissing you.
In all his years Anti had been searching for something to call his own, something that would ground him in his own living hell. He's known for a long time that you might hold that something in your grasp, that you are that something he needs, but even as he knew all this, coming to terms had been hard. He had so many others to compete against for your attention, for your affection. Sometimes he could read you, see that you held some sort of attraction to him, but you never acted upon that attraction. You remained just out of his reach.
He feared he'd lost you on multiple occasions, resorting to simply dragging you off into the pub he liked to call home when things didn't look to be in his favor. Like some neanderthal dragging an unwilling woman to his cave for his own perverse needs. He's more sophisticated than that, isn't he?
Pulling away from your lips Anti looks down at you. He sees everything he'd ever hoped to see in your face right now. The caress of your hand cupping his cheek fills him with hope. It spreads like fire in his chest to every nerve ending, every area of his body. Consuming him with peace.
For the first time he actually felt at peace. Like he's home...
You falter for words before hesitantly asking, “Y-you mean that you...”
“Yes.” Anti whispers kissing you once again and he knew that he was home with your lips touched his. This is his something, this is his reason; you. It'll always be you.
It’s time for another RANDOM RAFFLE!!! So, here are the details; I’m going to pick 4 winners this time. The dead line to enter is 12-01-17. Which gives everyone about a week and a half to join in.
If you win, you will get your own reader x character story. The story length will vary depending on where the story leads me. I have posted a Winter Theme prompt list since it will be December when I start to work on the stories. You are, of course, able to decide if you want to use a different time of year or not have it specified if you don’t care either way.
To enter please comment or like this post. I will still be posting stand alone stories as I am still working out the kinks for my next multi chapter story. This one is a little trickier and takes some amount of fine planning. 😉 So, I ask you to bare with me while I iron out the details.
You can pick up to two (2) prompt number from the prompt lists I have posted. If you do chose two (2) prompt numbers and I do not think I can combine them into one story, you will receive two stories based around the season prompts. (Also reblogged a summer themed one.)
When the winners are chosen I will make post like last time and contact you personally through the messenger system. We’ll talk about specifics, theme, tone, settling, and characters at that time.
I am currently working on a few other works as well, and after getting so feed back after posting them I will post about who I feel comfortable writing about. I know, that sounds silly, but somethings I write sound good to me but horrible to others and completely out of character.
OKAY!!! With the assistance of my family the 3 winners have been chosen. Next time I do one of these random request raffles I’ll give much more time for more people to join in, but thank you to everyone that entered and you all are the best. I will most definitely do this again. Maybe around Thanksgiving/Christmas time. So keep an eye out for my next Random Raffle announcement.
Now, on with the announcement.
Winners:
@missbrittykins
@destinggirl
and finally
@nerdyearthling7.
Just as a short reminder I will be limiting prompts to Dark, Anti, Mark, Sean, or Ethan. Winners, you may pick up to two prompt numbers and let me know if it is angst or fluffy, a mix of the two, or dealer’s choice for mood of the story. Also please let me know if you’d like NSFW or SFW. The stories will be considered ReaderXCharacter unless specifically requested. I write just about anything, however if I feel I can not do a request justice I will be upfront with you and work with you to create something you will enjoy.
Winners I will be messaging your shortly to talk about the finer details or you may contact me. :) Congratulations!!
a randomizer will pick out the winners per slot for the raffle! If you are participating;
- make sure you are following me
-don’t unfollow after the raffle is over
- don’t be salty if you aren’t chosen (remember, this is a randomizer choosing and not me!)
The rules for the raffle is simple. If you are participating, follow me if you haven’t already, and simply reblog this post with the slot number of the character you are hoping to win! Each participant will be divided by slot number and one winner will be chosen per slot character; meaning one participant will win one character.
If you have any further questions, leave it in my inbox and i will be sure to clarify!
You have ONE WEEK to enter the raffle; winners will be chosen on Sunday, march 12th 2017. Good luck! :D
Edit: if it looks a bit blurry at first glance, then just click on it. Idk if this only occurs on mobile, but just a heads up ^w^
edit #2: likes DO NOT count (sorry i'm mentioning this now, this is my first raffle ever pleasedontkillme aaaaaaa)
I'm feeling like drawing so reblog if you want me to draw your oc/a character of your choice (male please!) magic(al) meat week style. It will be just a sketch but I will do my best to make it a clean one. Winner will be announced tonight 9-10 pm Central european time (if I don't forget) and maybe I will stream drawing the picture.
