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My favorite thing in Darkiplier fanfics is hin being like pulled by his tie to kiss his partner or spouse

It's been forever since I wrote smut, it's been like 5 fucking years since I last wrote smut. Btw please give me requests i'm going crazy trying to like do my darkiplier series', so like requests, also for some reason every time I DO get a request or find some super good ideas some terrible occurrence happens to me that prevents me from writing. Anyways my bff wants to fight a squid for dominance, should I let her fight it or like stop her (she'd prolly start fighting me instead)

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 5- A date gone Dark

(TWs: Mentions of drugging,Manipulation, Forced kiss, Yandere behaviour if you squint. Dead dove do not eat I think?)

You entered your room and sat down on the floor, slamming the door behind you. You were beyond upset at Mark, he’d been cancelling out on your get togethers for years now but the moment you did? Suddenly it was wrong.

Mark was allowed to push you aside and replace you as much as he wanted. Merely thinking about it caused you to clench your fists incredibly hard. But no more, no longer were you going to deal with that bullshit. Damien would never do such a thing to y- Wait, why are you thinking about Damien? Your argument with Mark had nothing to do with him. Maybe Mark was right. Going on this date might be a bad ide- Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through your head, followed by a piercing ringing in your ears that made you squeeze your eyes shut.. You groaned and held your head in pain, stretching out your legs. You blinked once it stopped, feeling lightheaded. What were you thinking about?

Oh yes, Damien. You felt like you could go on for hours about how sweet he’s been to you. “You deserve somebody who won’t take you for granted..Somebody who could give you the world..” He’d told you. You didn’t want to think about Damien too much, but he just kept invading your mind, taking hold of it with his sweet words or his smooth voice. 

Your foot suddenly made contact with something, a deck of tarot cards. It piqued your curiosity so you picked it up and shuffled the deck before spreading it out. You picked up the first card, turning it over to reveal the seven of swords.

Deception.

You shakily place it down before picking up your second tarot.

The Devil.

The creature in the illustration looming over a chained subordinate kneeling to him. The room felt colder and the strange scar on your wrist started to burn again.

With a shaky hand you picked up your final tarot.

The moon.

Something was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to pounce.

The pain jolted through your body again, and in a moments notice you've suddenly found yourself fully dressed for your date. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of apprehension before meeting Damien. You couldn’t back out on him now. It’d be rude. What was the worst that could happen anyway? 

You entered the restaurant with Damien, taking in its magnificent glamour. You’d only really seen places like this in your dreams or just passing by. Damien pulled out a chair for you and smiled gentlemanly at you while you sat down. His charming demeanor made you melt inside while making you uncomfortable at the same time.

Damien sat in front of you, smiling charmingly while he poured wine for the 2 of you. You smiled at him. “I’m so glad I chose to come out here with you. It really takes my mind off the whole situation I had with Mark.” You said, taking a sip of the wine. It tasted odd and much more..bitter than it should be. You took another sip to confirm you weren’t imagining it. Damien smiled at you. “Of course. Anything for you. I could take you to the places you want to go..” Suddenly, your vision started to blur and you felt drowsy.

Your head started to hurt.

“I can especially take you to the places you don’t want to go..” Damiens grin turned sinister. You quickly shoved your hands into your pockets and made an attempt to call Mark with whatever remained of your strength. Damien stalked towards you. “There is nothing that you, Or he could ever do to stop me. You’re powerless now, little mouse..” He grabbed your chin forcefully and pulled you into a rough kiss. “Don’t worry, mon amour. You’ll never leave me again..” A quiet cry of panic escaped your lips before everything went dark.

My personal nonsensical headcanon abt Dark is that he owns a pet cat that's somehow like demonic by association bc like when he's Dark it's a blob of void but when he's Damien it's a tuxedo kitty. The kitty is technically named Damien Jr., but is addressed as Dames. Also, the cat mimicks whatever he does

Pyre

(Gift for @mothgodofchaos bc they've been working hard on their stuffs, I hope you like it!)

TW: Witch trials, mentions of fire/burning

"People of god! Look upon this wench, marked by their wicked deeds, has rejected the way of our lord and instead embraced the darkness that is the devil. There is no mercy for the likes of them. Do not be fooled by their cries and pleas of innocence. Their heart belongs to evi, and their suffering is just. THIS is the price of disobeying the Lord's will! Let this punishment be a warning to all: Those of you who consort with darkness shall be found and purged from the face of this world. Before the flames cleanse their soul, let us allow this witch to speak their final words. Tell us your lies." Tears threatening to spill while struggling in your binds.

"Please! I am no witch! I swear this upon my soul!" That was probably the biggest lie you'd ever told. You were most definitely a witch, But you weren't going to tell these assholes that. You tried to warn them about the oncoming storms so they'd have some time to prepare, but did they listen? NO. Instead they were going to burn you alive & for what?! TRYING TO HELP THEM!

"Do not burn me for a crime I haven't committed! My friends know my innocence!" You pleaded, your gaze sweeping through the crowd for even a glimpse of your coven. You locked eyes with the high priestess of your coven. "Please, you know I'm innocent!" The crowd looked towards her. "No. You are not. You are a soulless witch." She said blankly, staring you dead in the eye from the ground. THAT BACKSTABBING LITTLE-

"May the lord have mercy on you." The priest told you, approaching with a lit torch. Well, seems like it's curse time then. "Fine. Set me ablaze. But know this: My blood will not cure your hunger for righteousness, with every flame I-"

The sound of shrieking cut off your monologue. Hands made from rotting flesh rose from the ground and grabbed at the feet of the priest and other villagers. Absolute chaos ensued as everybody else started running back to their homes, you stood there in confusion wondering how dead people were interrupting your execution but you were grateful nonetheless. Suddenly a man draped in a cloak of deep violet appeared in front of you, he sat atop a skeletal horse and held a fancy staff you could only dream of touching. The staff was adorned with all types of magical sigils and on the top of it was a beautiful glowing crystal. The man grinned at you. "Well hello there, in need of assistance~?" He asked, dismounting his steed and approaching you. "So you're the cause of this interruption, hm?" You looked at his arms, a good portion of it was dark as charcoal. His fingers ended in incredibly sharp talons, he looked pretty strong too. The man rolled his eyes at your comment. "Would you like to be rescued or not?" You scoffed "Just unbind me, will you?" In a moments notice your ropes were cut and you were free. You gasped and quickly hugged the man, knocking his hood off. "Oh thank you so very much.." You gazed into his gorgeous eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of purple you'd ever seen. A blush coated his cheeks. "Of course, I couldn't let a beauty such as yourself go to waste." You then walked over to the priest who was frozen in place by the hands of the dead, taking the torch from his hands. "May the lord have mercy on you." You remarked mockingly before setting him ablaze. You then turned back to the man who cleared his throat and offered his hand to you. "Shall we leave this dreary village?" He asked, winking at you. "Of course." You took his hand and he helped you onto the horse. "Oh, did I mention I'm a necromancer?" You just smiled adoringly at him. "I love a powerful man~" If you didn't believe in love at first site before, you definitely did now.

"I think I'm in love with you."

Cover art for a fic I'm planning out, artwork is inspired by @mothgodofchaos

Wattpad fanfics are so like crazy bc you'll always like see THE MOST INTERESTING FUCKING INTRODUCTIONS TO THE STORY AND CHARACTER BUT THEN THE AUTHOR DISSAPEARS OF THE FACE OF THE EARTH WHEN THE FANFIC JUST STARTS TO GET INTERESTING. OR THEY END REALLY SATISFYINGLY BUT USUALLY ITS THE FORMER AND LIKE IS WATTPAD CURSED OR SOMETHING (Wouldn't doubt that it is) BUT SERIOUSLY WHAT DEITY IS CAUSING THESE TALENTED PEOPLE TO DISSAPEAR

I don't think there's a single completed Darkiplier fanfic on wattpad that hasn't included Antisepticeye at some point, even if it's in a sequel fic. And I eat it tf up every time because i live for Antisepticeye vs. Darkiplier kinda shit So basically, when in doubt, turn Anti into a plot device

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire -PROLOUGE

Dark gazed at the gates of the manor from his window Perhaps he should've gotten an actually competent underling to retrieve his item.. Suddenly the door to his office swung open. "Oh, You're still alive? I'd started to think a pack of wolves had mauled you. No matter. Do you have what I asked for?" He quipped, turning to face the thief before him. A small sack was thrown onto the desk, startling the sleeping cat out of its slumber atop some paperwork. "Oh now look what you've done, you scared Dames." Dark sat down in his chair and petted his cat assuringly as he emptied the sack. A small gorgeous sapphire ring fell onto the desk. The stone on top of it was a shimmering cerulean with black accents and it rested on a silver band with a gorgeous engraving of what looked to be a new moon. The thief glanced at the cat who hissed angrily at him, he turned his gaze back to Dark. "So, do I get my payment?" Dark raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to do with money? You're not exactly alive." The thief clenched his fists. "You know damn well I'm talking about my soul." He grumbled, placing his hands on the demons desk. "Oh yes..Your soul. About that, There's been.. a change of plans." A smirk overtook the eldritch demons face as he watched the thiefs expression change from frustration to panic. "What do you mean..?" The thief asked, cautiously stepping away from the desk. "I've decided you won't be receiving it after all." Shadows started to rise from the corners and slowly coil themselves around the limbs of the thief. "Why are you doing this?! I thought we had a deal! You promised!" He shouted as the shadows started dragging him down. "Think of it this way, I'm putting your talents to good use instead of letting you waste them on petty gas station robberies. Now, Get out of my sight." With a flick of his wrist, the thief was dragged into the shadows, it happened so quick that Dark could've barely noticed he was even there in the first place. "Well then, time to attend to more important matters.." He said, grabbing a pen and starting to write a letter.

'To Illinois'

Illinois Jones & The quest for the shadow sapphire - Part 1

(Based on this fanfiction)

Illinois spun around in his swivel chair, throwing darts on the wall. Each one of them landing everywhere except the board, he huffed and started to aim his last dart with the utmost focus. A loud, sudden knock at his front door caused him to miss his almost perfect shot, the dart falling next to a picture on his desk. The knocking only got heavier. "Hold your fuckin' horses, I'm comin." This mysterious person had clearly never heard of being patient. Illinois quickly ran down the stairs of his home, once he approached the door the knocking had ceased which made him curious. Considering whoever was there before seemed like they were about to turn the door into wood chips. Illinois cautiously opened the door and looked out, On his doorstep was a newspaper clipping stapled to a sealed envelope. He picked it up and brought it inside, he picked up the article clipping. 'VINTAGE RING STOLEN FROM AUCTION' this was definitely interesting. It seemed like this was a retrieval mission, and he knew just the person to contact.

Till Death (Darkiplier x reader) -PROLOGUE

(I got bored and decided to watch Wandavision and I got an interesting idea)

TW: MENTION OF BRAINWASHING??

You stood in the kitchen, humming to a song on the record player while you prepared something special for Damien. He'd been working late for weeks on end and he always seemed to come home incredibly tired, so you'd hoped by making him his favorite dessert he might feel a bit better.

You poured the batter into the pan and picked it up, heading towards the oven. Neither you nor the batter made it to the oven due to sudden whispers overwhelming your senses. They felt so near, so familiar.

You knew this voice, but from where? Your surroundings went dark and the pan dropped from your hands, clattering onto the ground. A small light at the end of the hallway beckoning you towards it, the closer you got towards it the louder the whispers got. You soon found yourself standing before a dusty old cracked mirror, it made you feel uneasy. The whispers got clearer, and you realized it was giggling which made you raise an eyebrow. There shouldn't be anyone else in the home except for you..But it couldn't be coming from the mirror, could it? You ran your fingers across the jagged shards of the mirror and gazed into it, expecting to find your reflection amidst all the dust it had collected over the years. But instead, you found a shadowy silhouette staring right back at you. You shrieked and backed away from the mirror, causing the voice to laugh even more.

"I really shouldn't find this so amusing..Yet it's difficult not to.. Tell me, what has he done to you?" The shadow asked, tilting their head. "I-I don't know what you mean! Who are you?!" You shouted at it, continuing to back away.

"If you let me out I'll tell you!" The shadow offered eagerly, grinning from ear to ear. Before you could respond though, a cold pair of hands pulled you out from the shadows.

You awoke with a start, finding Damien sitting beside you. Your head was hurting so badly..

"Damien..?" You mumbled weakly, sitting up and rubbing your head. He turned to you quickly. "Oh darling, you're awake! I was so worried! I found you lying unconscious on the kitchen floor, thankfully you weren't bleeding. Tell me, do you feel alright?" He put his hand on your cheek and smiled lovingly at you, but something about him was off..

"Damien, why are your hands so cold..?"

Hi there :)

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Danganronpa

Haikyuu

Bungo stray dogs

Angles of Death

Jujustu Kaisen

TBHK

Adventure time

The owl house 

Hetalia

Mandela Catalouge

Dead by daylight

Detroit become human

Angles of Death

Madness Combat

Iplier egos

That is all I feel comfortable writing for now, but as my interests expand so will my writing list. I am currently not taking request but I plan to as my blog hopefully grows. I look forward to sharing with you all, have a good day/night :)  

Dating hcs for your fave ego, Actor Mark, and Murdock? :0

A/n: This took so long my hands are dead. Sorry this is so long, this legitimately took four whole pages to write lmao

Genre: Headcannons, Fluff

Actor

When he first met you through Damien, he was a total ass

He would take every chance he got to make some sort of prude comment pertaining to you in some way 

So of course your first impression of him was that he was just some rich asshole, and of course during that whole ordeal Damien was defending you but that didn’t stop Mark 

Anytime there would be some sort of event Damien would go to he would invite you to tag along and Actor would go to seek you out 

At first Actor felt a sort of entitlement towards you that all the harsh comments were justified by your status, but over time Actor started to…question his feelings towards you

Every time he saw you he felt his chest tighten and a fluttering feeling in his stomach made it hard to articulate the words he wanted to say to you

You noticed that his comments towards you slowly became less brash and sometimes he would even offer you a small smile here and there

Which was incredibly rare to see a genuine smile from the Actor 

But Mark was frustrated with himself, why was he treating you like this? Surely he wasn’t opening up to you so easily

This internal conflict lead to him going back to treating you like shit then feeling guilty and going back to being strangely sweet was exhausting for you 

There was a party going on at the Actors house and for some reason you went carefully optimistic about how you would be treated 

But tonight was some hoe the worse he's ever been 

Not just some rude comments here and there, they were cruel 

But it was only when he started to mock your physical appearance that you had enough of his bs 

You slammed your drink to the ground looking the now stunned Actor in the eyes “You know what, Mark?? Fuck you.” you hissed, storming off towards the door . You could hear Damien calling after you as you opened the door slamming it You could hear the door slam behind you as someone called for you, you felt some grip your shoulder lightly turning you around 

“Damien, listen…” you said before being turned to face the Actor, his face held an uncharacteristic soft look of worry. Yet you glared, shrugging him off angrily “What the hell do you want from me?! Why do some days you have to be such an ass, and then be so kind the next?” The Actor avoided your gaze a guilty expression crossing his features “It’s..its complicated…” he murmured . “Fine! If you don’t want to tell me? I’ll just be on my way then, have a lovely day Mark!” you shout turning quickly 

Mark's eyes widen frantically and he calls to you “Because I love you!” you freeze turning to him “What?” he feels this suddenly sting of vulnerability in this moment something he's not use to “I..wasn’t ready to open up to someone again. I thought I would be able to push you away and the feeling would just…go away. But I never meant to hurt you.” his gaze was fixed on the ground, afraid to meet your disgusted expression. But that feeling of dread washed away when your soft lips met his . For once in his life, the Actor had nothing to say, stunned by the realization that you had just kissed him

“See you tomorrow Mark” you smiled softly walking into the night 

Once you start to date this man though he will show you how truly dramatic he is

Like this man is such a diva 

“Darling, please I beg you if you truly love me don't leave”

“Mark I have to get up for work”

He is so needy, he needs constant attention and affection 24/7 

You’ll wake up in the morning with his face buried in your stomach, or he’ll be clinging to your side 

Have fun trying to get him off you, because this man has a grip of steel, your not getting him off

He’s very hesitant when you say you need to leave the manor for something insisting he can just have one of the staff members get it for you

He has serious abandonment issues, afraid that every time you leave the house will be the last time he sees you

He needs reassurance from you, though he talks big all the time he’s a very insecure person, please tell him you love him, he needs it

Whenever he sees you he likes to pepper your face with kisses, his stubble tickling you in the process   

He cannot handle horror movies or games whatsoever, he talks shit, but just one jump scare and he's clinging to you in fear

He’ll get really defensive afterwards so I would not recommend trying to scare him unless you want to spend the whole day making it up to him

He’s not big on pet names but when he does use them they’re usually the more classic ones 

Like ‘Love, Darling, Beloved, etc’ but if he’s feeling soft which is very rare he’ll call you ‘Sweetheart, Honey’ 

Softest you’ll see him is either when he's had a long day and all he wants to do is come home to you and fall asleep on the couch or when he’s half asleep he’ll cuddle up to you and whisper how much he loves you

He’s prone to start petty arguments sometimes that get out of hand pretty quickly 

He’ll give you the silent treatment even if you try to apologize and even if it was his fault 

But eventually he’ll start to feel a tiny bit guilty after ignoring you for a week 

He’ll peeper your face and neck with kisses and whisper sweet nothings to you as an apology 

He’ll take you out to a very expensive restaurant just to emphasizes how sorry he is

He does love you after all he just has a very funny way of showing it

Murdock

You first saw him at a coffee shop you frequently visited, mostly just to work, it was nice to get up in the mornings starting your day with a latte and just working in that quiet little coffee shop. And since it was early in the morning not many people came in to sit down, just a couple of morning joggers here and there but nobody who was there to stay, that was until one day. The morning had started like normal you got your drink and you went to sit down, but then this man had walked in.

Something about him had caught your eye, maybe it was his stylish sense of dressing, maybe it was this sort of mysterious feeling that lurked around him wherever he went. But something about him was alluring to you, drawing you in and captivating you. He sat at one of the many empty tables next to you sipping his coffee quietly

You wanted to make conversation, to reach out and introduce yourself, but felt too intimidated by him to say anything. Instead you internally struggled on what to say for ten minutes until much to your dismay he had gotten up and left the shop. This continued for a couple days until finally one day he spoke to you 

“Hey, I see you here every morning, how long have you been here?” You were a little surprised that he was talking to you at first but none the less you were overcome with joy that he had actually started a conversion. “Oh! Um about two years, I think?” you replied turning away from your laptop to face him “Two years huh? That’s some dedication right there” he let out a low, gravelly, chuckle to which you smiled 

“Yeah I guess so” 

He turned his head looking down at his watch frowning slightly “Well it’s been wonderful talking to you, but I’m afraid I have to go now, see you later Y/n” he waved, making his way through the door

‘Wait, Y/n? I didn’t tell him my name’

You two met up at the shop every morning chatting and conversing on the many topics of life before one day Murdock had asked you on date 

Walking through the park on a cool starry night, you wished you could have stayed there forever but sadly Murdock and you had to part ways eventually 

“Alright, well I’ll see you again tomorrow” he said smiling yet the soft frown of disappointment didn’t go unnoticed by him “Yeah! I’ll see you” you said forcing a smile on your face not wanting to keep Murdock for any longer . As you turned, walking in the direction of your car you were spun around to Murdock once more “Ah-! Murdock what -” you were cut off with a soft kiss to the cheek as Murdock smirked “See you tomorrow, sweetheart” he whispered in your ear before slinking away leaving you behind, flustered and confused 

Dating this man is…an experience to say the least 

Not in a bad way at all! He’s just so quiet your never really sure what's going on inside his head

He doesn't plan on ever telling that he’s a *cough murder cough* simply because he wants to keep you from harm's way including himself

He loves flustering you beyond anything else 

And he uses any chance he gets to do it

He’s sitting down and you walk by? He’s pulling you into his lap

You're standing somewhere just minding your own business? He’s coming up behind and wrapping his arms around your waist while he lays kisses along your neck

And despite this he claims he's not one for touch, yeah right 

If you ever do the same to him though?? This man is putty in your hands 

He loves to compare hand sizes with you, it makes his heart flutter <3

Ok but this man drives so f a s t

Not even intentionally, he just speeds, you're convinced your going to hit someone, but somehow you never do

He absolutely hates lazy weekends so don’t ever expect to be laying in bed with him in the mornings, he feels the need to always be productive 

He has no chill, despite his calm composure which in a way is sort of ironic 

He loves rainy days though, so expect him to drag you out during a rainy day to have a walk, under a shared umbrella 

And also long talks in front of the fireplace, very specific but he enjoys the feeling of the warmth from the fire and the warmth that your presence provides him as well

Yancy 

Today was visitation day at the Happy trails prison. The visitation hours had started about two hours ago and were now almost over, you sighed as you watched the other families visit and talk for away before departing. They hadn’t shown up, they called you here yet they hadn’t shown up. Honestly this didn’t surprise you in the slightest this wasn’t out of character for them at all. You sat waiting in the room surrounded by inmates, families, couples and yet no sign of your friend. You glanced at the clock watching the minutes tick by with a heavy heart hoping at any minute they would walk in, explaining to you there delay yet fifteen minutes passed by and there was no such luck

“Youse waiting for someone too?” 

You turned around to be faced with a tall boston man looking down at you 

“Yeah, but I don’t think they’ll show” you respond tiredly, as the man sits next to you on the bench “Me neither” you turned to him, frowning “Who are you waiting for?” you asked curiously 

“It doesn't matter now” you frowned, reaching out to pat him on the back, he suddenly tensed at the action and you quickly retracted your hand “I’m so sorry! I should have asked first” you quickly apologized. And he…chuckled? “No no, youse fine. I’m just not used to being touched is all” he offered a small smiled to you, one which you happily returned . Though your friend didn’t show up during visiting hours you and Yancy talked, laughed, and joked with each other until the last hour. It was nice, you hadn’t felt that comfortable with someone in a very long time. Yancy was so kind, you wondered how he’d ever managed to end up in prison in the first place, but there was no doubt in your mind you be back for the next visitation

It was only until Yancy actually applied for Parole that you started dating he wanted to wait until you could be together outside of just visitation hours 

Yancy is so touched starved please give him lots of love please

He will not be able to sleep without out you after the first time you cuddled 

So if you stay up late to work, draw, write, etc 

Yancy will find a blanket and curl up next to you

So if you sleep at your desk you’ll wake up with Yancy curled up against you 

Yancy loves to bake for you, once he got out of prison he started to look for things to do during the day and cooking just so happened to catch his eye

He’ll make you anything from deserts, pastries, full meals, etc you name it and Yancy will make it for you 

He also loves to knit 

So he’ll make you scarfs, mittens, jackets, cardigans, and a lot more, he has a lot of time on his hands 

Yancy loves to nap with you, especially on cold days he’ll come up from behind you and wrap all his limbs around you so you can’t leave 

Yancy also loves you carry you places, don’t worry about being to heavy he’s very strong so weight is not a problem for him

Kisses <3 

All the time, he loves them so much

And he melts when you give him any sort of affection especially kisses he just loves you so much

He’s pretty easy to fluster considering he's never been in a relationship before

Very worried he's going to hurt you with his strength he gets so excited whenever he sees you he just wants to engulf you with a big warm hug but hes so worried he's going to crush you

This man is like a golden retriever I swear 

But you love him anyways <33 

A/n: This took me all day ahhhhhhh

I've got brain worms for Googleplier. Head canons for what living with him would be like please and thank you? Would he be trying to kill me every second? Break my chinaware?

A/n: Haven't posted actual content in a while sorry about that, kinda lost motivation for a while but I'm back!

Genre: Headcannons, Fluff, Crack

Living with this man is…an experience to say the least

When he first started adjusting to living with you it seemed as though your very presences was enough to piss him off 

He wanted nothing to do with you whatsoever, asking him to do the bare minimum would provoke a groan and eye roll before he gets up to only completely butcher whatever you had requested of him

Ask him for a glass of water? Drops it right in front of you

Ask him if he could help with the dishes? Breaks ten plates within the ten seconds he came over to ‘help’ you

Literally ask him to help with anything and he will destroy it in the most passive aggressive manner possible 

After a while of spending time around you however he found himself beginning to enjoy your company to an extent 

Though he wouldn’t ever actually tell you this

You did notice however that he wouldn’t let out as many exaggerated sighs or groans when you’d ask him for the weather for the day, or if he would help you out with something

Which was very much appreciated when he didn’t drop your groceries harshly to the ground as soon as he stepped inside your house

Write anything around you and he’ll occasionally peak over to see what your doing, if he sees any sort of spelling mistakes he’ll be prompt to snatch your laptop and correct any sort of mistakes he sees 

God forbid you don’t use correct grammar and spelling in texts because I wish i was kidding when I say he will block you 

If he feels nice he’ll occasionally cook for you, he’s pretty good considering he can download any sort of cooking program 

Cleaning is a big no always, he won’t ever do it, you can’t and will not get him to do it 

Occasionally just to be an asshole he’ll hide things in your kitchen from you and if you ask him about a certain objects disappearance he’ll simply object to knowing anything about it in the first place

“Hey, Google, have you seen the butter anywhere??” 

“I have not, perhaps you forgot to by some, I will add ‘butter’ to your shopping list” 

He knows what he's doing, and he’s enjoying every second of your confusion 

If you ever get him any sort of present during the holidays or anything like that he’ll genuinely be so confused

“I don’t understand the purpose of this”

“It’s a hat? You know for like when it gets cold out?” 

“I know what a hat is, that’s not what I meant”

He’ll be somewhat appreciative of it, considering he didn’t even expect you to get him anything

Though he’ll show his gratitude in different ways, such as checking up on you, reminding you to take care of yourself like showering, eating, getting enough sleep, etc

A/n: Sorry if this isn't my best work I'm trying to get back to writing again

Got any general hcs for yancy and Illinois

A/n: Sorry this took so long, work has kept me kinda busy this week, but thank you for the request anon!

Genre: Headcannons, Crack, Fluff

Yancy

Yancy has a soft spot for small animals, any sort of tiny creature no matter what kind

Possums, raccoons, bunnies, puppies, kitties, doesn't matter 

Loves to knit, during his time in prison he picked up a couple of new hobbies to pass the time

He’s also surprisingly good at cooking, he spent some time doing kitchen duty so he was able to pick up some tricks and tips from chef

Very touched starved hasn’t been held since he was a little kid and though he’ll never ask he really could just use a hug from someone 

Loves warm weather throughout his time in prison he’s grown used to the cold night in his cell so when it warms up he  finds himself sleeping easier 

Isn’t a big sports guy believe it or not

Very shy about any sort of physical affection he's worried he's going to hurt someone with his strength, and he doesn't want to hurt more people  

More of a cat person, likes the big fluffy cats especially

One thing he's always wanted to try, was roller skating the idea of skating on wheels just sounds so enchanting to him for some reason 

He definitely ate bugs as a kid, look me in the eyes and tell me he didn’t 

Crashed his bike when he was younger several times

Illinois

Mama’s boy all the way

His mother was the only one who raised him growing up so he learned quite a lot from her 

Very respectful he was taught to never judge people from the outside for any sort of reason, he really only judges based on character

Another man who can cook well, his Mom taught him how when he was younger and while growing up he would help his Mom prepare meals 

Had a cocker spaniel growing up named Tucker

He kinda just gives random like nicknames to anyone he meets, like sweet little nicknames 

Mostly ‘Darling, Sugar, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, Sweet-pea, etc.’ 

Hates cold weather with a passion, he’s used to it don’t get me wrong adventuring out with nothing but a sleeping bag he's definitely adjusted he’s just not a big fan

Probably grew up on a farm of some sort 

Has always really enjoyed farm animals, Cows, Sheep, Pigs etc. 

They remind him of home 

Hates bugs especially spiders 

Loves hiking though hes basically adventuring all the time any way he dose enjoy hiking, to him it’s like a adventure with less stress

Might I request some sick!Yancy hcs? <3

A/n: I'M SO SOFT FOR YANCY

Genre: Fluff, Headcannons, Angst if you squint

Kinda dense, doesn't think it’s anything to really worry about no matter how bad he feels 

Usually he’s fine when he gets sick, I mean years in prison there have been a couple things passed around now and then especially during flu season 

But Yancy’s built up an immune system 

On the occasions were it is bad enough for him to need to lay down you will have to force him in bed or he’ll just insist that he’s fine

He’s very reluctant to accept your help 

He doesn't want to bother you with any of his problems

In his eyes your this wonderful kind, loving person willing to waste time helping some as bad as him 

He doesn't want to waste your time or breath, so he’s very stubborn when it comes to letting you take care of him or help him in any way

Very grateful once you finally manage to convince him to let you help him

Will show his gratitude in any way he can

If your tired after watching over him and helping him he’ll be sure to try and get you anything you need

Food, Water, Blankets, anything you need

You’ll have to lightly remind him that you’re supposed to be taking care of him, although you do appreciate his efforts 

Is very much a child when it comes to taking medicine

Hates the taste of it and will complain every time 

“Youse don’t have anything else less bitter?”

“For the last time no Yancy, so please just take this and then I’ll get you a soda”

If he starts to feel cold due to his fever he’ll absolutely snuggle up to you like a lovesick puppy 

He’ll apologize for ‘invading’ your personal space though so just reassure him that it’s fine or he’ll feel guilty about it for a while

“Youse don’t have to do dis ya know?” Yancy murmured his voice sounded like two pieces of leather being rubbed together.

His breath was ragged and shallow, chest heaving in and out like a dog left outside on a hot day. Anxious of the state of the Boston man who laid before you. The wind whistled through the bars of the cell, the bitter wind nipping at your bare skin leaving a shiver down your spine.

You frowned sympathetically, the cold couldn’t have been making this any easier for Yancy as a soft shiver took hold of him for a moment. Taking the wet cloth you lightly pressed it to Yancy's forehead.

“Don’t say that. I told you I want to be here.” you softly scold him, he frowned in reply. “Don’t youse have family or somewhere ya rather be, than having to sit here stuck with me?” he sulked a guilty look crossing his features as he turned from you fixing his gaze to the wall.

Yancy hated this feeling of weakness, he wasn’t afraid of vulnerability, no not at all. He hated the idea he was bothering you with this, he didn’t want you to waste your time on him, especially when there are people more worthy of your time and in his eyes Yancy wasn’t one of them.

“Yancy…” you cooed gently, taking hold of his shoulder turning him to you. The broken look in his sweet hazel eyes made your heart clench in pain.

“Yancy, listen to me. I wanted to be here for you, okay? I made the choice to come here because I care about you. And this is just more time to spend with you which you know is always a good thing.”

you smiled grasping the man's hand lightly, as a sweet smile softly returned to ruggish features he leaned up to you rewarding you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Danks, I uh really appreciate youse being here.” he replied.

“Anytime Yancy.”

A/n: I love him sm <33333333

Great timing

A/n: I'm on a roll this week with angst so except some Yancy angst later, I'm going to absolutely destroy him

Warnings: Slight cursing

Summary: Damien's still stuck in the seeming never ending forest Mark trapped him in after his death, yet somehow your still able to reach him

“I knew I would find you here.” you missed that voice. It was as smooth as chocolate yet sweet like honey, it never failed to make your heart skip a beat, even now. You missed him so goddamn much. You knew it was only him there was no point in turning to face him. 

Maybe you were selfish but frankly you were too tired to care anymore. “I miss you…” you breathed out barely making it to Damiens ears. His pale features twisted to a sour expression of remorse. “At least I still get to see you here.” he smiled sadly.

His heavy footsteps drew near in the crunching of the snow, until he was sat up against you.

You turned to look at him, he looked tired so tired. His eyelids looked heavy, his gaze remained on the frozen lake, the wind seemed to be nothing more than a light breeze today, blowing the snow against your exposed skin leaving nothing more than a burning feeling, a shiver crawled down your spine. The snow matted into your hair leaving it damp and cold 

“I only get to see you so often…” Damien spoke quietly, his once slicked black hair was grown out, tangled and matted, covering his face as he looked to the ground sullenly. 

“I’m so tired of this Damien. I miss you so much.” you spat bitterly, balling your fist up weakly your face twisted into a grimace. 

“I-I God I miss you so much Damien. I wish I just had one day to spend with you, just one normal day. Out of this never ending winter waste land.” you muttered bleakly as you felt yourself choke up as warm tears began to well up in your eyes. 

You felt two arms wrap around your neck as Damien embraced you tightly burying his head in the crook of your neck. 

“I’m sorry. I wish I could come back home to you. To everyone. To the way things were before…” he muttered, his eyebrows knitting together. The clouds turned to an angry gray, spilling glistening flakes down upon you two harsher than before. The dead trees groaned as the wind whistled through the dead forest

 “Damien, I’m sorry that's…I wasn’t trying to blame you.” you felt a feeling of guilt twist up in your stomach. 

“ I wish I had spent more time with you rather than trying to analyze every single stuipd thing Mark had done. I pushed you away. I’m sorry, I hope someday you can forgive me darling…”  

you sat shocked, you didn’t know this was something Daimen had been holding onto for so long. Your eyebrows furrowed together, you reached out for him. “Damien, I -” you didn’t have the time to finish as you felt yourself disassociating, everything became suddenly hazy.

“No no no, not right now! Please not now…” you silently begged, trying desperately to grip Damien's hands as he smiled sadly, wanting nothing more than a few more seconds to spend with him.

Tears streamed down your soft cheeks as you looked to him hoping he could somehow stop this. “Please don’t let me go…”  Damien was nothing but an image in the back of your mind. You seemed to be slipping through the void, yet you could hear his voice call out to you as clear as day. 

“I’ll see you again someday my love…”

The Actor falling in love

A/n: Shorter break than expected, but I probably won't get back to posting regularly right away, I wanted to do some simple headcannons but this became a whole ass fic, so I'll probably do more headcannons with Actor soon. Enjoy!

Pairing: Actor and Gender neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, being intoxicated, swearing, and a pinch of angst

Mark wouldn't realize he's in love, not for a long time, it might even take years for him to realize. But once he did it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Marks been your friend for seven years now. Frankly he's surprised you've stuck around for that long, but hes grateful, grateful you've decided to put so much effort into the greedy person that he is. Especially considering you didn't have the humblest beginnings.

Mark was a piece of shit, well he was to everyone, but it seemed he had a specific hatred for you, he detested you more than anyone else. As though your mere presence brought him complete and utter anguish.

So why would you choose to stay with him? Why did you beckon him closer, despite his protest.

Yet, no matter how much he pushed you away from him, you always seemed to come back. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of letting someone in, letting someone see all of him not just the cocky, ignorant facade he put up. Yet you ignored the red flags, you broke down his walls without warning. And begrudgingly he let you in.

And soon he felt every time you had to leave he only longed for you closer, he wanted to pull you back into him and never let you go. As selfish as it sounded, you completed him, you made him feel loved for who he was, not who he was supposed to be.

Whenever he was with you he felt complete, not like the half of a whole he felt when he sat by himself, not a shell of a man, that he was when he was lost in thought.

And the more time he spent with you the more his admiration for you grew, when you entered a room his heartbeat quickened, when you flashed him a smile his cheeks grew red, and when your hand brushed his he felt his head became dizzy.

He had grown to care for you more than he had cared for anybody, he felt like a better person when he was with you, you didn't make him feel like a bad person, you forced him to accept the bad parts of himself with the good. And at first it was horrifying, but you made it seem worth it. And thats when it hit him.

Fuck, he was in love with you

At first he tried to fight these feelings whenever you were near, he couldn't stop the hammering of his heart in his chest. He contemplated running, running from it, from you. But he couldn't. He needed you more than he realized.

And he couldn't bring himself to just disappear from your life, he didn't want to hurt you like that. But he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t in love with you, so he had two choices, he had to leave or he had to confess. 

Mark felt a sensation of dread well up in his stomach, for days he contemplated every possible outcome, each scenario growing darker than the last. He had to tell you how he felt, even if it was selfish to hope that someone like you loved him, it was a risk he was willing to take, for his love for you was far greater than his fear of rejection.

He needed it to be casual, though his dramatic fantasy of kissing you on the beach the sun setting behind the two of you, the blend of orange, red, and pink creating the perfect backdrop. No, he couldn't get ahead of himself only to get his heart shattered.

He had invited you to dinner at his house, a simple meal shared between friends, everything was going well you’d spent the evening chatting, just enjoying each others company out on the balcony. That was until Mark had poured you two some wine, he just couldn't help himself.

It wasn't long till Mark felt like his head was lighter than air while his body felt heavier, as though he was glued to the chair.

While you talked you held your gaze among the stars above you twinkling brightly in the dark pool of blue. Mark couldn't help but zone out, enraptured in your beauty as you babbled on Mark didn’t even know what you were saying at this point.

But then you turned to meet his gaze, maybe it was the wine but he could have cared less that you caught him staring 

You tilted your head at him your eyebrows furrowing in confusion

“Mark, are you okay?” you asked, his head bobbled drunkenly.

“You're so pretty, my love.”  he slurred, his fears washed away by the wine in his hand. The man wore a lopsided smile, that tugged from one corner of his face to the other. Your eyes widened, before a sweet smile spread across your face as you chuckled lightly

"Okay, well I think you're drunk enough, time for bed." you whispered gently, taking hold of the wine in his hand and placing it on the table set up on the balcony.

You swung his arm around your neck hoisting him up as you dragged him off the balcony, though it took time and effort you managed to drag him into the kitchen, you propped him up against a chair, his body slumped over lazily while Mark let out a deep groan. You walked into the silent kitchen, opening a wooden cabinet to fetch Mark a glass of water that would, hopefully, sober him up.

You flicked the cold water on, watching the cup fill up as you glanced at the man slumped over on the dinning table. As the cup filled you switched the water off, walking to Mark you placed the cup down, taking a seat next to him as you pushed the water towards him.

Mark grumbled in response, lifting his head from the table to peer out at what had been shoved towards him, he frowned at the cup placed in front of him, sending you a fretful pout.

"What is this for?" he asked, his words jumbled together as he spoke.

"I need you to drink this Mark, or you're going to feel awful in the morning." you spoke in a hushed tone, like a mother cooing to her child. Mark frowned putting his head back down ignoring your concern. You sighed as you scooted closer to the stubborn man.

You lifted him up with a grunt, his body sat against the chair like he was a rag doll that had just been tossed across the room, in any other circumstance you would have found this amusing, maybe even cute. But right now Mark was being a pain in your ass.

"Mark, open your mouth please." without question the man opened his jaw, you grabbed the cup and placed it to his lips gently, pouring the liquid into his mouth.

"Swallow, all of it." you stated firmly. Again, Mark obeyed your instructions. Leaning back in his chair he threw his head back closing his eyes.

"If you want to sleep we have to go up the staircase." you said, earning another groan from the man. You deadpanned, feeling you, yourself groan at the man's antics.

Swinging his arm over your shoulder again.

Shit, This was going to be a lot harder

You thought to yourself as you gazed upon Mark's imperial staircase. Begrudgingly you began to drag the man up the stairs heaving, with each step, you looked up, you weren't even close to the top.

"Why are you so good to me?"

The question caught you off guard, it was uncharacteristically gentle, it felt sincere, which was a rare thing from the cocky man.

You looked down to Mark.

"What do you mean?"

There was a moment of silence, before the man spoke again.

"You're still here, my arrogant, selfish nature drives everyone away, they all leave. But not you, why?" his voice held a genuine sound of confusion.

"Well, I care about you, and I don't think any of those things about you. Sure you can be ignorant and sometimes even stubborn. But I still care a lot about you." and to this Marks head shot up a hopeful look dancing in his chocolate eyes.

"Do you love me?"

Your eyes widened, what could you say? You wanted to tell him the truth. Taking a deep breath, you turned your gaze to the top of the stairs now nearing closer than before.

"I do, I love you Mark." you mentally cursed at how your voice wavered. Mark let out a dramatic sigh, catching your attention.

"Oh love, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words from you."

And with that you had reached the top, looming down the dark hallway you hobbled into Marks room. Flicking the lights on, you dragged him to his bed laying him down on his velvety sheets. He looked so peaceful, his dark eyes resting, his face softening as his chest rose softly. You smiled, turning to leave the actor to rest.

You stopped as you felt a hand wrapped around your wrist. You turned to see Mark peering at you behind heavy eyes.

“Where are you going?” 

"Downstairs to sleep."

Marks face fell, a pleading look in his eyes.

"You're not going to leave? Leave me?" he asked, his grip tightening.

You sighed, turning and crouching in front of the man.

"Of course not."

"Then would you please stay? Just for a little longer." he paused "I can't let you go."

You smiled, yawning feeling a bit tired yourself.

"Of course." you replied, standing up, and crawling over Mark as you laid beside him, resting your eyes, as you allowed yourself to fade into the darkness. It wasn't long until you felt arms wrap around you as, Mark's heart beat lulled you to sleep.

BRO THIS TOOK FOREVER, if you enjoyed please consider reblogging because that does more for me than just likes and I also like to read your comments in the tags &lt;;33

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!