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Don't worry! I haven't forgotten about prisoner. It's still one I plan to continue, and have several more chapters planned! I wanted to work on a few requests for oneshots, just to get back into the swing of writing before getting back to a longer series.
But rest assured! I plan to write more of it soon. I appreciate everyone's patience with my long pauses in writing, but I'm aiming to make a writing schedule and fully open up request once I work through more of the ones I have now.
I have one more request, and then it's back to writing prisoner! I'll have some time these next several days, so hopefully I'll be able to get a few more fics posted and work on getting a regular upload schedule :D
Thank you all again for your patience, and there will be more fics to come!
Since you're doing requests again, Could you possibly do a Yandere Darkiplier where he uses his whole power of seduction thing on the reader character after they try to reject him?
Why absolutely! I always love writing for a good yandere, and Dark is such a good time for writing in that light. This ended up being a bit longer than usual, so I hope that's okay with everyone <3
Enjoy this yandere piece, I'm thankful I got this request, and thank you for doing so!
Word Count: 1,830
You had known the man who called himself Dark for a while now. He was kind, and utterly charming. Your relationship grew, and ended up considering him a great friend of yours. If you texted him you were hungry, he’d bring you lunch at work. If you were sad for any reason, he’d come over and hold you as you cried into his jacket. If you were excited over good news, he’d bring a bottle of wine and celebrate with you however you wanted.
It was a good situation…but it became apparent he felt differently about you than you felt about him. You always avoided the questions, and brushed aside the looks he gave you when he thought you weren’t looking. But you did trust him, knowing he would be polite and cordial if the topic ever got brought up.
Today was a long day, and you needed to invite your friend over to vent and ramble about how shitty the work day was. You sent him a quick text, and he responded by saying he was in town anyways and would come over immediately. It made your day slightly better, knowing you’d have company instead of being alone in your small studio apartment. It wasn’t the most fancy place, but it worked.
A knock on your door had you pause in your enraged pacing, and you strolled over to open the door. He was waiting there, a small smile on his face with concern in his eyes. He was carrying flowers, and a small bag from the nearest grocery store. “Are you alright?” He asked softly, letting you lead him over to the couch.
As you sat, you groaned, the weight of the day slowly lessening at being in the presence of your dear friend. “Today sucked! Like physically I’m alright, but my mind is a mess!” You waved your hands around as you talked, completely letting all the emotions out that had been building up through the day. “Some dude wouldn’t stop pestering me, practically cat-calling me while I worked! It pissed me off since my manager was watching and you KNOW how he gets. All “customer is always right” bullshit without ever considering that some customers are just creeps or assholes!”
Dark’s look flickered as you mentioned the verbal harassment of a customer. His brow furrowed as he tried and failed to suppress a scowl. “That does sound like an…inconvenient day. Your manager always seems to ignore any issues or mixed feelings about situations.” He paused for a moment, hesitating on his next choice of words. Opening his mouth to speak, he shook his head and placed a hand on your shoulder as a calming gesture.
“That…moronic man ought to have better things to do than to mess with you. He didn’t hurt you, right?” The feelings of a dark aura swaying around him made your expression falter. He didn’t seem to notice, and if he did, he didn’t bring it up. “I swear if he hurt you I’ll go to your work and make sure you’re safe every shift.”
You blinked in confusion, wondering where all this was coming from. “That’s…a bit extreme, yeah?” Tilting your head, you continued. “I know damn well you have better things to do, and stuff like that doesn’t happen often. Just sometimes. And like I said, he didn’t hurt me, it just made me uneasy and feel grossed out at the things he said.” After a moment, you placed your hand over his as it rested on your shoulder.
He shuddered slightly, but kept it covered up. A small nod from him, and he seemed to let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Good…it’s an unfortunate situation, but I’m glad he didn’t bring any harm to you.” He shifted his hand, bringing yours to his lips as he planted a small and soft kiss to the back of it.
It made you shift slightly uncomfortably, but you brushed the feeling aside. He was only trying to comfort you, even as you said softly, “You don’t need to get so mad like you did. You can calm down some, it almost seems like you’re more upset than I am.” You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as if ridding yourself of the tense nature in the air.
He reflected your laugh with a chuckle of his own. His gaze became stern, more serious than yours was. “It’s only natural. Of course I’d be agitated when someone tries to mess with what’s mine.” He spoke without any hesitation, confident in his words and claiming as if he was stating a fact.
You recoiled back slightly, not expecting the venting to lead to this type of conversation. “W-woah, woah. You can’t just say stuff like that. You’re my FRIEND, and claiming someone as yours without them stating the same is just…not right.” A slight movement and you’d removed your hand from his. “I just…don’t feel that way about you. It’s nothing against you…I’ve just always considered you a friend. Nothing more.”
His expression dropped, and he reached back out for your hand. He had no intention of letting go, and held it as firmly as he could without it being painful. “Oh darling, you’ve always been mine.” He said, noting the slight withdrawal as you looked at him uncomfortably. “We’re not just friends. All I’ve helped you with, would I have gone so far to ease your emotions and provide you comfort all this time if I wasn’t enamoured by you?”
You tugged at your hand slightly, only stilling when you realized you couldn’t break free of his grasp. “Dark…I’m sorry you feel that way, but I don’t feel the same. We’re friends, and that’s how it’s gonna stay.” You spoke firmly, leaving no room for debate. It hurt, turning him down. He really was dear to you, but the feelings were purely platonic. Rejecting him wasn’t something you wanted to do, but you had to be firm and strong in your confidence of your feelings. It would only be painful if you tried to act as if you felt the same, only to get his hopes up before breaking things off. He’d be far too attached at that point, and it was better to get it out of the way now than to regret it later.
His expression, however, didn’t seem to accept your rejection. He tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. But for some reason…it almost looked like his eyes were glowing. It was entrancing, and you didn’t have the energy to pull your chin free from his grasp, instead, looking deeply into his eyes without being able to pull your eyes away. His smile shifted to be almost a smirk.
“You didn’t really mean that, right? Your feelings for me are just as strong as the ones I have for you. It’s always been that way. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Eternally.” His voice was like silk, soft and filled with his adoration for you. “Don’t worry dear, I’ll make sure no one bothers you anymore.” He tilted his head, eyes now glowing brighter.
“Yeah…” You mumbled, any previous feelings of friendship for him becoming entirely painted in love. He was yours…and you always wanted to be his. The look in his eyes, so devoted to you, had you leaning forward to look even deeper into his eyes. As he kept your chin in his hand, his eyes drifted to your lips as his smirk grew.
“That’s right, love. It was nearly on sight, falling for every part of me. It’s been months of wanting to be together, and guess what my love? We can finally be together as we’ve always wanted.” His thumb ran along your chin, stroking your skin softly. It seemed he couldn’t hold back much longer, desperate to finally kiss you. “Say you’re mine, love. Say I’m the only one you want.”
For a brief moment, your mind tried to fight back. You couldn’t think clearly, everything running through your mind while being almost entirely empty at the same time. “I’m yours…always. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.” Inside, you were screaming. This wasn’t right…why were you telling him all this? It wasn’t true!
Yet as the seconds pass, all thoughts of the platonic friendship you cherished become complete devotion. It was driving you mad, these conflicting feelings. Yet as he touched you softly, your feelings dissolved, only able to imagine being in a love-at-first-sight situation with him. All the times you gazed at his lips, imagined being with him in every sense of the word…you wanted nothing more to be his. And now you finally were.
Dark could see the inner battle you were in, and before you could find the will in you to break free of his trance, he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against your lips. It only lasted a single moment, but he could see the glow in your own eyes. A sign that his manipulative magic was taking over. It made him smirk, only pulling back enough for your lips to brush against each other. His hand tangled in your hair, and he muttered quietly. “Show me how much you’ve wanted to be with me.” He commanded, and who were you to refuse?
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he sat next to you, turning to face him fully as you pulled him into a bruising kiss. It had him let out a pleased groan, tugging gently at his hair as he pulled you closer. Only a moment had passed before he eased you down, hovering over you as he deepened the kiss. His body pressed against you, and it drove you absolutely wild with need.
As he pulled back, you panted for breath. It had you whining, wanting to feel his lips on yours once more. He chuckled at the sight, brushing one hand against your cheek while the other held him up. “Don’t worry my love, we have all the time in the world. No need to rush things, you’ll be mine the rest of our days.”
As he cupped your cheek, you lightly nuzzled it against his hand. “Forever.” You breathed out, still catching your breath from the kiss. Your words had the darkness in his eyes intensifying. A primal growl left his lips, as he looked at you with a mixture of adoration and lust. It was taking everything not to claim you right here and now, but he maintained his composure.
He lowered his head, planting soft kisses against your neck. “Don’t fret, darling. You’re mine. I’ll never let another soul touch you, even look at you. With everything I have, I’ll protect you.” He paused to suck lightly on the soft spot on your neck. “Nothing will ever come between us again. Not another man…” He chuckled against the soft skin of your neck before he continued.
Maybe if it's okay you could do a love potion gone wrong yandere thing w Anti? Like the reader gives him a love potion they stole from Marvin cause he's like "I really wouldn't touch that, it can go terribly wrong" but the reader disregards Marvin and gives Anti the love potion anyways, it works fine at first but then Anti starts getting all yandere and possessive over the reader to the point of not letting them leave at all? (Could be a bit spicy but still sfw if you'd like)
There is definitely some spice going on here. Nothing extremely graphic, but we all know where it's leading and what it's leading to <3
So I'm putting 18+ to be safe. Swearing and some near NSFW moments.
But I'm back! This is my first fic since being back so I hope everyone enjoys!
Word Count: 2,180
You were in Marvin’s workshop, observing all of the containers around the shelves of the room. It was always interesting, seeing him perform small magic acts with a mixture of bigger ones at random. He seemed to enjoy it too, eagerly telling you about anything new he learned or created. Seeing him all excited always made you laugh, playing off of the energy he had when he rambled and raved about the creations he was overly proud of.
Right now, he was mainly focused on the research aspect, sitting at the desk towards the back of the room with his nose in the books. Every once in a while, you’d point at a beaker or vial and ask what was in them. You never really remembered which one was which, given the labels all seemed to be in runes or a language you’d never seen before. The colors of the vials were vibrant, some seeming to glow for months. There were a few he’d never let you touch, but sometimes if you’d ask he’d pull it off the shelf and show you the magic within.
Today you giggled, knowing you were probably distracting him with your constant questions. He always responded with patience, but with the twitch in his eye, you knew you were pushing it. Finally, you saw a vial that hadn’t been there a few days ago. Deciding your curiosity outweighed the annoyance he may have, you carefully lifted it and held it closer to him. “Hey Maaaarvin?” You said, waiting for his grunt of acknowledgement. “What’s this one do?”
He looked up from his book, before nodding and sighing. “It’s…a love potion. It’s not the most…functional…one I’ve made.” He saw the glimmer of excitement in your eyes and shook his head, pointing at you as if he were a parent scolding their child. “No. Absolutely not.” He stood, walking over to you and taking the vial from your hands. “It’s unstable, I haven’t had the time to fix it and who knows what would happen if someone used it.” He rolled his eyes, possibly from the annoyance at a near failed project before setting it back on the shelf.
“Aw…” You whined, seeing him walk back to his desk to resume his research. Noting how he wasn’t paying attention, you slowly reached your hand out and grabbed the vial carefully. You did it behind your back, walking towards the door while keeping the potion out of his sight. “Fiiiine I’ll leave you alone.” You said quietly, and slipped out of the room before he could see what you were holding.
You giggled, nearly skipping as you walked towards the kitchen. The plan wasn’t set, but you had a few ideas how to use your newfound love potion. You twirled the liquid in your hand, seeing it slosh around in the vial while glowing a slight red shade. It looked awesome, definitely magical as you inspected it carefully. You knew exactly who you wanted to use it on, but weren’t sure how you’d get him to take it.
A thought crossed your mind, noting the time. Anti would be awake at any moment, and he always walked straight to the kitchen for coffee. Honestly? Even talking to him before he had his first cup was a near fatal mistake. With another giggle, you ran to the coffee machine, aiming to place your new discovery into his coffee. Everyone else in the home was awake, but Jackie and Robbie usually played video games for a couple hours. With Marvin in his study, there wouldn’t be many people around to accidentally drink the love potion infused coffee.
You heard Anti walking down the stairs right as the coffee had fully brewed, slipping the potion in it. A slight pause made you think…what if it tasted really bad and he didn’t drink it? You knew he wasn’t picky with his coffee, but if it was disgusting he’d never drink it! And your efforts would be entirely wasted! A grumble from the kitchen entrance had you tear away from those thoughts.
God…you honestly did love seeing him first thing in the morning. His hair was always disheveled, and his eyes were half lidded as he tried to wake up. His voice was raspy, the light green glow in his eyes more prominent than normal. The loose fitting shirt he wore made it hard NOT to stare, wondering what he looked like beneath it. But as he spoke, you realized you didn’t process what he said.
Instead, you smiled at him and reached out to hand him the coffee. “I woke up way before you…so…I decided to make your coffee for you.”
There was a brief moment of appreciation in his eyes before he quickly covered it up. He let out a gruff “thanks” before taking a sip of the coffee. His nose crinkled and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “What did you put in this?” You struggled to read his expression, about to make an excuse when he spoke again. “Tastes good. Better than normal.”
You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, letting out an awkward laugh. “I just threw in some stuff I thought you’d like.” As you shrugged casually. Observing him closely with slightly widened eyes as he chugged the full cup. You blinked in surprise, before prodding slightly. “Was it good? Like you feel…fine?” The suspicious nature of your words had him narrowing his eyes at you.
“It’s coffee. Of course I’m fine. Dumb questions are obnoxious first thing in the morning.” He grumbled, but his tense shoulders seemed to relax slowly. He looked at you quizzically. There was a wide variety of emotions in his eyes before he sighed and left the kitchen.
You huffed. The damn potion didn’t even work! Was that what Marvin meant? That it wouldn’t do anything because it’s not fixed yet? An annoyed huff left your lips as you walked out of the kitchen, only to bump into Anti’s back. You took a step back and looked up at him as he turned around. “Uh…hello? Earth to Anti?” He hadn’t even turned around! What was he even doing?
He turned slowly, wrapping his arms around you. That was…definitely not normal. He wasn’t one to be openly affectionate. Did the potion just take a second to work? “It’s cold.” His gruff voice resounded in your ears. It seemed like he was trying to justify a reason to hug you, especially given how it was the middle of summer and the house was warmer than usual.
A soft laugh left your lips, and you wrapped his arms around him too. One of his arms came up, cradling your head against his chest and massaging your scalp softly. Even as you tried to pull back slightly, he growled, holding you even more firmly against his chest. The moment lasted for a few minutes, no words being exchanged, only enjoying each other’s touch.
Once a few more minutes had passed, he pulled back just enough to lean down and press his nose against yours as he leaned down to be on your level. He looked almost annoyed, and grumbled “That shirt looks good on you…” as he leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing against yours.
It was obvious the potion was working, his cheeks a deep shade of red. Yours was slightly red, but a wide grin was on your face. He apparently hadn’t had enough, and stepped closer as you stepped backwards into the kitchen. Once your back hit the counter, he leaned even closer as his hand cradled your cheek.
He huffed, his lips barely touching yours as he spoke. “So sick and tired of pretending you don’t mean anything to me.” A growl surfaced in his chest, sending waves of excitement through you. “I hate the way they look at you.” His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, crashing his lips against yours.
You let out a surprised yelp, but returned the kiss with a smile. At this rate, you’d be too flustered to do much of anything. He pressed his body fully against yours, his other hand on your hip as he continued to kiss you as if his life depended on it. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, shuddering from the near overwhelming sensations.
He pulled back from the kiss reluctantly, looking at you as if he were a lost puppy. “You like me, right?” He breathed out quietly, desperation in his eyes as he pleaded for you to return his feelings. With a sigh, he pulled back, taking a step away from you. It was clear he didn’t want to stop touching you, but he started pacing and rambling.
“I’ve liked you since the damn moment I met you!” He sounded almost annoyed at his own feelings, his hands gesturing as he spoke. “The way you laugh when the boys make jokes, how you always seem to wear shorts and a huge hoodie when it’s still cold, how you ask me to play games and whine when I win.” He paused momentarily, pointing at you. “You act like you care about me, but how am I supposed to know if it’s romantic or just plain teasing.”
He stepped closer, a hand reaching out as if he wanted to touch you without pushing any boundaries. “I need to know if you care about me like I care about you.” His tone only grew louder, not quite yelling, but definitely louder as the rant continued. “I’ve met so many people, attractive or not, and no matter how much I want to like someone else, you’re the only fucking person I think about.” His hands tangled in his hair as his eyes started glowing brighter.
His eyes only glowed like that when he was feeling extreme emotions, and you started to wonder if this plan was even worth it. What if he was going through too many emotions that he couldn’t differentiate between them? He was clearly feeling a wide array of emotions all at once, and it made you regret slipping the potion into his drink. You didn’t want him to be hurting! Angry, sad, desperate, they weren’t what you wanted.
You opened your mouth to speak, “I-I do like you like that…and I have for a long time. B-But you’re feeling a lot right now, I gotta go talk to Marvin!” You squeaked, going to walk out of the kitchen to rush to his lab area and see if he could make some kind of anecdote.
You’d barely taken a step when Anti rushed forward, pinning you against the counter as he slammed them on either side of you. His eyes were blazing green now, his breathing picking up as his shoulders raised in rage. “Why would you need to go see him when I’m right here? He’s not good enough for you, and doesn’t deserve you.” The meanings of his words sunk in.
“A-Anti I have to go ask him something I-” Your words were cut off when he leaned closer, a near manic grin on his face.
“Oh yeah? I have a question for you though.” He leaned closer, as you felt his cheek rub against yours as he whispered in your ear. “Why should I let you leave?” He nipped lightly at your ear, having you jolting in place from the unexpected action. “I finally have you all to myself.” He huffed with a laugh, pulling back and looking directly at you. “You really think I’d just let you get away from me like that?”
His grin, that bordered on psychotic, had you stiffening in place. “I-” You were cut off again as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist, seating you on the counter. He pressed you impossibly closer to him. His one hand cradled the back of your head and kept you firmly in place, the other on your mid thigh to keep you close.
“You know? I think we’re done talking.” He let out a mischievous laugh, pulling you into a deep kiss that left no doubt in your mind that he had no intention of letting you go. His hand on your thigh trailed higher, slipping slightly under the hem of your shorts. It had you gasping, only to allow him to deepen the kiss. It trailed higher and higher, the loose clothing letting him slide his hand entirely beneath them as he squeezed your ass.
He started laughing, though not one of amusement. It was a sharp, manic laugh as he pulled back to grin widely at you. His eyes were half lidded, and the glow of green in his eyes was dangerous. You gulped, breath hitching as he rolled his hips against yours. “Well let me tell you one thing, baby. You’re mine, and there’s no one I would let come between us. Not Marvin, not Jackie, not Robbie…I’m the one who owns you, and I’m going to make sure you remember that for the rest of our lives.”
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Awwww this is so cute and sweet! Imma list happy things.
Some of my happiest memories:
1 was that my bestie, who I've known since we were both 3-4 and lived across the street. Honestly? Any memories with her are some of my favorites. I adore her, and now we've been friends for 24 years <3 next year will be our 25th friendship anniversary. And a memory that stands out, is we discovered Marble Hornets as soon as videos started releasing. We'd both be watching for updates, and for just about every single one, we've run across the street and watch it together as they were being uploaded. It was absolutely a precious memory for me and I got so lucky to have a best friend like her. She's always supporting me, and is always there for me no matter what. I do everything in my power to be as good of a friend as she is.
Qualities I like about myself:
I really love my eyes. They change colors, so sometimes they're green, sometimes blue, and sometimes kinda grey. I don't know what causes the changes but I think it's cool to see the varying shades of blues and greens that take over my eyes. I think it's pretty cool!
Something I'm passionate about:
D&D! I've been playing it since I was 12, and have had many parties come and go, but I'm actually getting to play a campaign soon with some close friends of mine and I get to play it with my girlfriend! It's been awesome to continue getting to know her with each passing day, and being able to play D&D with her has been an absolute blast. Before we were even together (we met in a D&D forum) we played a MOTW campaign for a little over the year. And with another campaign starting soon, it's awesome to keep playing more roles than I originally did! At first I exclusively played Druids, but have since played paladins, bards, wizards, and barbarians!
All in all, things are insane on my end. A lot of shit is going down and even though it sometimes feels like my world is crumbling around me, I've got a good support system and friends to keep me going. A lot of good things are coming, and I'm excited to get back to writing and further grow on my knowledge about writing to become the best writer I can be <3
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Okay! So I'm currently without a job. Meaning I have bundles of time on my hands, and not enough money to do much else. So out of sheer desperation, I'm gonna do as many fics and commissions as physically possible. Honestly I don't care if it means me staying up most of the night. I'm super short on rent that's due the 1st.
If you can't commission, I'd appreciate a reblog <3
As for commission info! There's a couple changes. The fic commission prices and info are basically the same...BUT!
I'm now going to do commissions to receive letters from your favorite characters, specifically addressing you! What that means:
You will get a virtual letter from the character(s) of your choosing. You can set the theme, if it's to comfort you, congratulate you or just address how much they love you! Platonic or non-platonic. The prices will be set, and the word count will determine the price.
The letters will be in fonts that represent the character's handwriting and paper that fits best as well!
So! Below are the prices for each fic/letter and I look forward to getting any commissions I can from you guys! Love you <3
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Commissions will NEVER be under the paid word count, but they can go over and I will never charge for that because sometimes an idea just takes me away.
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