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Definitely don't believe this, but it's fascinating.
with markiplier series theory. wilford from wmw is a fake, played by actor!mark and here's why.
wilford from wmw is basically a fake, expertly played by actor mark, because first of all, wilford as an alter ego simply didn't exist in that timeline just yet, he was still the colonel (darkiplier hadn't been created, so he's not an option either), secondly, there was a subtle glitch, as if something was wrong with the way wilford is being portrayed here, when he talks about making sense of things, and thirdly, a very specific turn of phrase, which both actor!mark and fake!wilford use when describing their relationship with celine: "if she saw me, she would probably carve/tear/break mine out (in reference to a heart)"
also, despite everything, wilford doesn't seem mad at celine for leaving him in wkm he still trusts her and doesn't doubt her questionable decisions.
the real wilford had been hiding in the background and had a chat with us, the main character, behind the wmw scenes in spwm, leaving us to the hwm interview with him, which happened on the 30th octorber, 2019.
this makes a lot of sense, since actor!mark clearly doesn't like abe (though abe worked for him and they were implied to be friends? colleagues? acquaintances? before mark gave him the silent treatment for no apparent reason) nor does mark want the detective to figure everything out, especially after both of their deaths and detective's possible entrapment to the void/the house, since he's apparently in the mcu business now as well, though on the sidelines most of the time.
and that's why fake!wilford recognizes the detective only when he calls him a murderer, because actor!mark still in denial and can't face the simple truths. and actor!mark seems very apathetic to the deaths and suffering he had caused and still keeps creating, as if distancing himself from those horrible actions, a thoroughly plotted revenge fantasy at the manor (which went wrong somehow???)
when in reality wilford, the colonel had been completely distraught over every single loss and murder (which he may or may not have commited, I like the rigged russian roulette theory), that's what basically drove him mad. wilford cared, actor!mark never really did, at least not in the way which would imply empathy, forgiveness, love and letting go of the past. this is why he's trying to make abe forget, like it doesn't matter anymore, since none of it makes any sense, why even bother!
also actor!mark has no idea where damien is, like darkiplier would ever face him without bringing all hell loose, since there are three people in control: blue color, damien, red color, celine, and white motifs, tha player's dead body, now possesed by two siblings, looking for revenge.
anyways, parasocial saga with markiplier, am I right?
Masterlist + DNIs
Side blog: @antisepticeye-simp
Green = Will do/Interact
Yellow = May not do/Thin ice
Red: Will not do/Do not Interact
I will do:
Markiplier egos
Jacksepticeye egos
Yandere stuff
Polyamory stuff
X reader stories
Enemies to lovers
Fantasy AUs (exg: Vampire Darkiplier x Reader)
Female Readers
Gender Neutral Readers
Male Readers
Semi spicy/suggestive stuff
Interact:
Markiplier fans
Jacksepticeye fans
BATIM fans
FNAF fans
LGBTQ+ and/or allies
Crankgameplays fans
Natewantstobattle fans
Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)
Cat lovers
I might do:
FNAF x reader stories (Human characters only)
Smut
Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)
Natewantstobattle egos (Same as the above)
Thin Ice:
MHA fans
Harry Potter fans
Will NOT do under any circumstance:
Incest
Ships (egoxego)
Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating.)
Pedophilia
Rape
Non-con
Watersports
Scat
Heavy pet play
Parent kinks
Heavy breeding kink
Dub-con
Abuse of any kind
DNI:
Religious people
Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers
Cat haters
People who like shotacons/lolicons
Proshippers
Racists
Homophobes
Transphobes
JK Rowling supporters/defenders
FANDOMS:
(Some of this is dead dove, be aware)
Markiplier egos:
Googleplier:
Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)
Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)
Murdock:
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Wilford Warfstache:
Confession (Wilford Warfstache x GN! Reader || TWs: None)
Illinois Jones:
Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, PROLOUGE
Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, Part 1
Heist! Mark:
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Mayor Damien:
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Darkiplier:
Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)
Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)
Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)
Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)
Welcome Home, Part 2 (Darkiplier x reader)
Welcome Home, Part 3 (Darkiplier x reader)
Welcome Home, Part 4 (Darkiplier x reader)
Welcome Home, Part 4 (Darkiplier x reader|| TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / IMPLIED DRUGGING)
Pains (Werewolf! Darkiplier x GN! reader || TWs: None)
Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||
Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)
Head Engineer Mark:
Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader)
Yancy:
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Annus:
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Bingiplier:
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The God of Night:
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The Necromancer:
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Septic Egos
Antisepticeye:
Panic Attack (Antisepticeye x reader || Platonic || TWs: Panic attack/ mentions of arguing)
Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)
Jameson Jackson:
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Chase Brody:
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Shawn Flynn:
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Jackieboyman:
Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||
Marvin the magnificent:
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Robbie the zombie:
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Henrik Von Schneeplestein:
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Ethan Nestor's' egos
Blank gameplays:
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Unus:
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Mad Mike:
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Five Nights At Freddy's
PSA: Don't touch Freddy. please./j
Michael Afton:
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Michael Schmidt (Movies):
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Jeremy Fitzgerald:
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Vanessa (Games):
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Vanessa (Movies):
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William Afton (Games):
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William Afton (Movies):
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Henry Emily:
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Other stuffs:
Fragments (OCxOC) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||
I think that should be it for fandoms and characters. I'll add more to this in the future.
Just noticed this. :D
Honestly, I would love to hear Stan actually reading us WKM or WMlW. He would definitely cry with us.
hoping ur still open for iswm requests!! if so any sort of x reader hcs involving gunther or celci would be so awesome I’ve seen next to nothing for either of those two and im literally dying to hold their hands
I've realized all of the things in my ask-box have been un-touched since May, again so sorry about that, but anyways I decided to go with both!! I love them sm ty anon
Characters: Gunther & Celci & GN!captain!reader
short summery: Gunther & Celci x GN!Captain!reader HCs
warnings: some cursing, slightly spicy + not proof-read + also, this is on the longer side of things, i went nuts
my requests are open <3
Celci
It was a little bit of a surprise to find out that you liked each-other
Mainly due to the fact that neither of you were very showy with your feelings
You wanted to make moves, you wanted to do so a lot, but you could never tell if it was the right time or how Celci would react
Celci was kind of the same, but she just hated the idea of making you un-comfy, especially because you're the captain. How could she make the work environment tense all because she tried flirting and you weren't into it?
You were the one to finally break the barrier between you two, you simply couldn't take your mind being a mess anymore
It happened in cryo, you and Celci were alone and you just spat your confession out
Celci was quiet for a while, she was stunned
you almost left, starting off with an apology before sharply turning around before Celci stopped you and returned her feelings
Celci is a little bit of an overthinker when it comes to romantic relationships.
After you two get together she tells you she never made a move because she was afraid of saying the wrong thing, and it would go down-hill quick
you assured her that even if you didn't feel the same that you wouldn't of turned it into something negative
after you two get together you love popping into Cryo during random times of the day to spend whatever time you can with Celci, you'll even bring her snacks and from time to time you'll have lunch dates in the room
half most of the time she has to give you her jacket so you don't freeze
you are quite literally the only person she'll lend her jacket to
lots of small and quick kisses!!
kiss the top of her head or her temples and her face will be pink the rest of the day. She loves it
she isn't really one for pda, but she doesn't hate it, it's just a bit overwhelming
she still likes holding-hands though, but only linking pinky fingers or linking arms as you two walk
if you two are sitting next to each-other expect a head on your shoulder/arm/head whatever makes sense for your height
her skin is constantly cold and she always forgets that, so do you, it always makes you jump when you get a cold hand on your face
she doesn't have any pet names for you, unless you count captain as one. It's not that she doesn't love you enough, because she would literally do anything for you, it's just that she doesn't feel the need to use them
But you do call her snowflake, she hates and loves it
Gunther
Again, it was a surprise that you liked each-other
but this time it was because neither of you could tell if the other were serious about the words you shared
to put it bluntly, Gunthers a flirt
as long as he knows the other person is okay with it he doesn't really hold back, that went for you as well, he doesn't care all too much that you're the Captain in that regard
when he did start flirting with you, once you figured out how to speak through being flustered, you could whip up your own special words to shoot right back at him
the moment he knew he had fallen for you was the first time you had flirted back, he wasn't expecting it, you had actually left him speechless
"You know Captain, if you need help with anything, and I mean anything, you can press my name on that little ole' tablet of yours and call me over" - "Does that mean you wouldn't mind helping me unwind after a stressful day? I've seen how good you are with your hands" - "..." - "...Gunther?"
His thoughts were nothing but "holy shit" - "Did the Captain just say that??" - "Am I hearing things??"
you two went back and forth for a few weeks after that, but it all came to a boil when things started to get physical
you were the one that stopped things, Gunther got immediately worried, he started to ask if it was too much, if he touched somewhere you didn't want to be touched and he started to apologize. Making someone upset was the last thing he wanted to do
But he felt a lot better when you said you needed to make things a bit more clear, he understood everyone has their boundaries... and then he was speechless again when you spoke about your feelings
he was quick to make it clear that he felt the same, as he didn't want you to think he was just purely flirting
"Captain, no offence but why do you think I was giving you much more attention than everyone else? You don't think it's just because your the Captain do you?"
Simply put, everyone knew you were together after that night.
His arm being draped around you whenever you were around and the marks left on your neck made that clear enough
Plus everyone knew it was real when you were able to steal his glasses and wear them without a threat of being shot
loves PDA, is down for it if you are. He wants to show you off
he isn't showing off the fact that he's with "The captain" he wants to show off the fact that he's with you
both of you have and use pet names for each-other
The usual set of names he has for you are "Darling/Angel/Love/Gunpowder" and of course "Captain"
You have a few you love to call him "Sharp-shooter/Muscles/Tough-Guy" one nick-name that he kind of hates but lets you call him is "Gunny"
Once, a crew member called him "Gunny" to tease him and almost instantly got his knee taken out if you weren't there to stop it
Me: Leave me alone Markiplier egos hyperfixation you're supposed to be dead!
Hyperfixation: Lmao no
here is wilford on paper because he was originally supposed to be part of the paper but due to reasons, he has somehow clipped out.
anyways, still, happy birthday mark! 🎉🎉 have a good morning/afternoon/evening/midnight/dusk/dawn/breakfast/lunch/snack/dinner/dessert
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slightly late but
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DARKIPLIER!!!!! 🎉
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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.
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Self reblog!
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.
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