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otterlyinluv · 1 year

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A touch of darkness (pt.2)

Here's part 1

Summary: What happened after the office incident OR in which Yancy tries to eat breakfast and Wilford becomes a matchmaker

Pairing: Darkiplier x DA!Reader

Tags: sfw, fluffy, jealous Dark, proximity, thunderstorm, comfort, confessions and realisations

A/N: I apologize for the long wait, I actually finished it earlier but I decided to scrap the last third and rewrite it completely- Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.9k

"So you like Mr. Doom and gloom, so what?"

You almost choked on the chocolate milk Wilford made you.

"No, that doesn't make sense. Nothing even happened. He just fixed my computer, and then I felt weird."

Wilford raised an eyebrow at you.

"My dear, you might not see it, but you look like a lovesick fool."

Your face started to feel warm.

"No, I do not! I came for advice, Wilford, but now I know I chose the wrong person." You stood up from the armchair, leaving the chocolate milk on the desk, when Wilford started to wave his arms around.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll stop." He grabbed you by the shoulders and plopped you back on the armchair.

"Now," he said, no longer in the spot he was a second ago. His little teleporting shenanigans didn't bother you as much as they did during the first months of your stay at the mansion. Whenever he suddenly disappeared and reappeared at a completely different place, you'd always get a mini heart attack, which lead to him doing it even more frequently to mess with you. What you hadn't realized then was he did it only to get you used to things that weren’t exactly normal. Wilford was a good guy at heart even if his methods were a bit... unconventional.

"Since you don't believe me, we'll go about it in a different way." You turned around to where he was. He made you stand up from the chair and gripped your hands.

"Which thoughts race through your head like fluttering butterflies frolicking in a field when he’s with you? How does he make you feel in general?"

The corner of your mouth turned up at the metaphor, and you looked off into the distance. After the encounter in your office, you started bumping into each other far more frequently than before. Or maybe you noticed him more. And when you did see each other, his gaze seemed to linger on you a suspiciously long time. Whenever you made eye contact during meetings, you felt a flutter in your chest. A flutter you didn't feel with anyone else.

You looked at Wilford with a sense of epiphany. His eyes seemed to light up.

"Am I interrupting something?" Dark said, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.

You ripped your hands from Wilfords'.

"Oh, Darkie. Why we were just having a lovely chat, nothing for you to worry about." Wilford drawled, putting his arm over your shoulder.

Dark's eyes darted to your shoulder, and his gaze hardened. The colored aura that surrounded him seemed to gain a more blue hue. It only lasted a couple of seconds before he rolled his neck.

"Excuse me." He suddenly ran off out of the room, his fists clenched.

You saw Wilford grinning out of the corner of your vision as he put his arm away from you.

"Wilford, what did you do?" You said, glaring at him.

"I just gave him a little push, that's all."

You really wanted some cereal.

The mansion was pleasantly quiet because you liked to wake up earlier than everyone else. While listening to Illinois boast about all his adventures or Google try to subtly persuade you to grant him admin privileges was entertaining once in a while, it wasn't something you wanted to do first thing in the morning.

You were able to find your favorite brand of cereal, a spoon, and some milk. The only thing that was missing was a bowl. You looked into the cupboard where the bowls usually were, but there were none. You wondered who kept misplacing the contents of the cupboards and kept searching.

Still nothing.

You grabbed a chair to stand on so you could reach the cupboards that were higher up. You carefully stood up on it and opened the one closest to you. Finally!

Unfortunately for you, the bowls were on the top shelf. You huffed and stood on your tiptoes. After stretching your arm as far as you could, you were finally able to grab a suitable bow.

But you leaned back so suddenly you lost your balance. You flailed your arms in a futile attempt to regain stability. You mentally prepared yourself to come into contact with the cold hard floor when you felt someone grab your waist to support you.

You let out a relieved breath only to look down at the grey hands, which were now firmly holding you in place. The area which the hands were in contact with was completely devoid of color. You turned around to see Dark without his signature jacket, his eyes wide. You were frozen, but your skin burned where his hands were.

"You should be more careful. You would have fallen if I hadn't gotten to you in time."

You couldn't move. The only thing you felt was the oddly gentle hold he had on you. The bowl, which you were now holding safely, was the last of your worries.

"Still as clumsy as ever," he chuckled under his breath. His thumbs twitched, and you blinked at each other in realization of your compromising position.

He cleared his throat as he stepped back as if burned, removing his hands in the process. You carefully got down from the chair.

It was so quiet you could almost hear his aura crackle in the air like static.

"I, uh... Thank you for... that."

"You are welcome," he said quietly.

You were looking at the ground, your face strangely warm. Your gaze traveled to his shirt, the first two buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hands bordered with blue and red the hands that held you were now hanging at his sides.

You stared too long. You could feel him looking at you. You glanced at him.

He was looking straight at you. So intensely that you felt like he could see directly into your soul. So expressively, his eyes seemed more brown than black.

He took a shuddering breath.

"Is youse making cereal? Leave some for me!" Your head jolted to Yancy standing in the doorway.

Dark snapped out of whatever trance he was in and promptly left the room with no parting words.

"Woah, what got him so worked up?" Yancy walked to you as you looked at the door, deep in thought.

"I'd like to know that too."

After having finished your perfect bowl of cereal, it was back to sitting in your tiny office. Normally, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Nothing special, just you sitting behind your desk working at your computer. Except you weren't. You couldn't.

Not when whenever you closed your eyes, you could remember Dark standing over you so clearly. Your little... encounter happened a few weeks ago, yet you still couldn't focus properly while you were here. It took you at least half an hour to distract yourself enough to at least start working. It was frustrating, but there wasn't much you could do. Talk to him about it when he has most likely forgotten about it already? Yeah, sure.

Now that you thought about it, there was something else that was making you unfocused today. Why did Dark look like he wanted to murder Wilford when he was just being touchy as usual?

And this morning... He just caught you out of politeness so you wouldn't fall flat on your face. Or maybe he just didn't want you to break the bowl. You didn't allow yourself to even consider the possibility that maybe he didn't want to see you hurt. And the way his hands stayed on your waist just a few seconds more... Boy, did you forget how to talk then.

Maybe you were looking into it too much. Sure, he was nicer than before, but he could simply be more comfortable with you. As a friend. Yeah, that must be it.

Satisfied with your thinking session, you were ready to get to work.

Your concentration was disturbed by the sound of your door opening, followed by a thud of something heavy being dumped in, and then the door immediately slammed shut again.

You looked up from your computer to a sight you never would have expected - Dark rapping at the door, violently shaking the door handle.

"Now Damie, remember what I told you. If you want something, go get it!" Wilford slurred, his voice muffled by the door.

"Wilford, open the door this instant, or I swear I will kill you. I am serious."

"Oh, promises, promises. Focus your energy on the important things!" Wilford's voice faded away as he supposedly walked away from the door.

"That insufferable..." he mumbled to himself, turning around.

His clothes were wrinkled as if someone tried to physically push him into the room but was met with resistance. You couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Uhm, welcome, I guess."

He sighed. "Hi."

"So, what happened for you to end up here of all places?" You leaned on your arm. It might have been an unexpected situation, but that didn't mean you weren't going to enjoy it. Dark, on the other side, seemed really determined to fulfill his promise to Wilford. "When Wil sets his mind to something, nothing can stop him. Not even me." He tried to open the door to emphasize his point, and as expected, it didn't budge.

"Can you not get out by... other means?" You never really knew how his powers worked. And you doubted he would tell you even if you did ask.

"No. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to completely lock me out -" He looked around. "-or in. Technically."

As his eyes surveyed the room, you realized how small it was. It was enough for you, but Dark seemed to fill a big part of the room just with the colored aura that surrounded him. Come to think of it, why was he standing so far away from where you were?

"Well, I'm guessing we're going to be here for some time, so why don't we sit down somewhere more comfortable?" You pointed to a light brown sofa leaning against a wall. His eyes followed your hand to the middle-sized sofa. You winced. You didn't want to make it awkward for him to sit down there alone, but maybe he would rather you didn't sit with him. Why didn't you just ask him what he wanted in the first place-

He simply nodded and sat on the sofa. Having no other choice, you plopped down next to him.

Small raindrops started hitting the window.

You turned to say something to fill the silence at the same time as he did, which resulted in you looking away from each other. He let out the quietest chuckle, and you couldn't help yourself but do the same.

"You can go first." Dark said.

"Ah, it wasn't anything specific, just that the rain is getting stronger." You expected him to simply nod and direct the topic somewhere else. Instead, he looked over to the window. The rain was now strong enough to be audible if you were both quiet, which is what was happening now. Dark looked as if he was observing the rain. As if simply the fact you told him about it gave it value.

"It indeed is."

After a couple of seconds, he took a breath. "I've never noticed how small this office is."

"You're right, but I like it. It makes it feel cozy. It also holds memories more easily. " In fact, your brain was recalling a rather specific memory involving him. But you doubted he would be thinking of that.

"Well, I'm glad. The area carries a certain air that only you have."

"Oh, and what might that be?" You smirked.

"Comfort. Something you want to return to and treasure every moment spent with."

You stared at him wide-eyed.

"Ah, I said too much, didn't I? Forgive me." He looked to the door.

You were touched by how highly he thought of you. Yet there was an unspoken implication in his statement.

Thunder rang out.

You flinched and crashed into Dark. His arms shot out, cradling you against him.

"Are you alright?"

You squeezed your eyes closed as you tried to focus on your breathing.

"I... I'm just scared of thunder. The sound..." You trailed off, heart beating rapidly in your chest.

His hold on you tightened as he gently moved your head to the crook of his neck. He rubbed his hand across your back in soothing motions with a soft "Shh" every couple of seconds. You let him hold you until you eventually stopped shaking like a leaf in the wind.

That's when you realized what a compromising position you were in and stared at him in shock.

"I apologize, I overstepped." He frowned, untangling his hands from you.

As soon as you felt the absence of him, you realized.

"I don't mind." You said, and his face visibly relaxed. "I actually don't mind a lot of things when it comes to you. Simply being with you is... nice."

He let out a quiet laugh. You wished you could put the sound in a bottle. "You're just saying that because we are stuck together."

You laughed and let out a rebuttal.

Minutes passed with other witty remarks, and before you could realize, the brief rainstorm had completely passed. You were confused that you hadn't heard another thunder since there had to have been at least one. But you had gotten too involved in Dark's quips to notice the sound. Dark cracking jokes... now that was something you would have never imagined.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Dark asked, leaning his head on his arm.

"What?"

"You were staring at me without saying anything for a while now, so I figured you had something interesting going on in that brain of yours."

Heat rushed into your cheeks. You didn't realize you had been looking right at him.

You cleared your throat and saw him smiling out of the corner of your eye. "I was just wondering," you smiled back, "do you often run away?"

Dark quickly turned his head away in shame.

"First, it was when I was talking with Wilford. You came in and then suddenly excused yourself. Then, this morning, too... What's going on? Did I do something?"

He sighed. "No, no, you didn't do anything. It's me." He added quietly.

"How so?"

He responded after a couple of seconds. "I am afraid that if I tell you, a lot of things might change... between us." The look in his dark eyes was earnest, almost nostalgic.

Oh.

You pondered upon his statement for a few seconds. "Does change always have to be bad?"

As soon as you said the sentence, you were hit with a sense of deja vu. You felt like you've said it before, but how?

In tandem with your confusion, a slight shock spread on his features. As if in a trance, you put your hand on his cheek. Looking him up and down, you studied his features. There was nothing different from what you've come to know. Why were you expecting to see something else?

Your fingers moved on your own in a caress.

His eyes fluttered shut. You traced over his forehead, moving to his cheekbones when you ended up near his lips. Features oh so familiar like you knew them for years. Now that his eyes were closed, he seemed different. At peace. So close.

He opened his eyes, and there it was again. The two of you in your office. The proximity close enough to feel electrifying. None of you said anything as a decision hung in the air. But only up until his onyx-like eyes flicked from your own to your lips.

He smiled. "Would it be foolish of me to say I want to kiss you right now?"

And you answered by leaning in.

You let yourselves be entangled by the sheer amount of emotion as your lips brushed against each other. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer like he wanted to drown himself in you. You basked in the softness of your embrace, finally feeling as if everything has fallen into place.

He pulled away as you tried to catch your breath.

"So beautiful." He whispered, tenderly tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Before you could respond, he went right back in. Not that you minded, of course.

No sooner than a minute had passed were you interrupted by your office door swinging open.

"Glad to see you've finally figured yourselves out! Now, if we could-" Wilford's voice was cut off as Dark slammed the door with a motion of his hand.

He brushed his hair away from his face and turned back to you.

"It did look like he needed something." You gazed at the door pensively.

"I am sure he did, but," he smoothed out your shirt, "I do believe you don't want anyone seeing you like this."

You tried to keep from laughing as you regarded his own disheveled appearance. "You're not too neat either, Sir 'Irons his shirts every morning'."

He rolled his eyes but smiled at you regardless. Getting up from the couch, he held out his hand, which you accepted, and headed to whatever wacky escapade Wilford was up to this time.

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cleake · 2 years

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Hugging the egos

Engineer:

-He doesn’t have too much time for affection, he has a job to do

-But when he can take a break, he loves to be with you, talk with you, sit with you, maybe put his head on your shoulder :)

-You can hug him whenever you want, if you want a hug all you have to do is ask him for one

-He’ll wrap his hands around your neck, or put them on your back

-He’ll stroke your hair, nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck with a big smile on his face

-He’s so happy to hug you, he loves to have you in his embrace, and likes to touch you occasionally, stroking your hand while walking together, putting his hand on your shoulder

-When you’re nervous he’ll offer your a hug, he wants you to feel good

-He’s warm, smells like fresh laundry, and is so fluffy

-He’s a little shy when you hug him unexpectedly, but appreciates it so much

Yancy:

-He doesn’t get to hug people, and almost forgot how it feels

-You have to hug him first, and he’ll be so shocked, and confused

-But in a good way :)

-He’ll slowly get to it, putting his hands on your back, his head on your shoulder

-He missed this warm feeling, and almost started crying because of how good he felt with you close to him

-Stroke his hair and he’ll melt, hiding his face in your shoulder with read ears

-He’s tough but hugging him feels warm

-After that he’ll be more comfortable with hugs and ask for them more

-His hugs are slow, delicate

-He loves to put his head on yours while hugging

Dark:

-Hugs? What’s that?

-At first hugs are a big no, but you have to be patient with him and not pushy, that’s all

-To warm him up at first give him little touches on his hand, head, shoulder, side

-That will be new to him, but if it’s delicate and almost nonexistent he’ll be comfortable with it more

-When you hug him he doesn’t know what to do, where to put his hands, how to react

-You have to believe his small touches towards you, they mean a lot more than they look

-A lot of time has to pass for him to get used to your affection, but he’ll repay you

-His hugs are very soft, but full, he likes to wrap himself around you, but not to much to not make uncomfortable

-He doesn’t hug you often, but when he does they are long and meaningful

-Give him time, that’s all :)

Actor:

-The diva will make every hug memorable

-They are thigh, warm

-He likes to wrap his hands around your torso, holding your hand

-He’ll let you put your head on his shoulder, while he strokes your hair

-Maybe will give you a kiss? On forehead? On your hand?

-He likes to swing while hugging, humming softly, he’s happy :)

-He likes to hug you from behind as a surprise, he likes your little jumps, but will repay you with kiss on your head

-He’s charming, but sometimes too much

Illinois:

-Well he is a flirt, but physically affection is not so familiar to him

-He appreciates the love you give him, it’s just new for him

-He’s very delicate, he’ll softly hold your hand, enjoying the moment

-He likes to put his hand on your shoulder after difficult adventure, and give you a comforting hug

-While breaks he and you talk, admiring the treasure you found, he’ll put his head on your chest, resting and enjoying the silence

-He’s very casual with physical affection, it’s a normal thing for him, and won’t make a big fuss about it

-He’ll hold your hand when he wants, and will just smile at you with an ease, it’s just normal to him when he gets to it

-Enjoys when you hug him from behind 💓

Damien:

-He’s very happy when you hug him, he himself won’t do it much, at least not in the public, he’s the mayor after all

-But if you need one he’ll won’t hesitate

-His hugs are soft always noting every thing he does

-He doesn’t get hugs, so is kinda new to him

-But every time he gets a hug from you, he just hides himself in your arms

-He’s stressed out and needs a break, your hugs are helping him with his nerves

-Always thanks for your hugs with a shy smile

-He’s too shy to ask for a hug himself but you can see when he wants one

-He’ll softly brush his fingertips on your hand, or put his head on your shoulder

Wilford:

-He’s a energetic guy, his hugs will be almost crushing you

-He doesn’t get hugs a lot, but loves them, and if there’s a chance to hug you, he will!

-You’re sitting alone? He’ll come up to you and hug you just to despair again, you’re standing alone for too long? He’ll hug you and bring something for you to drink

-He likes hugs, he likes giving them

-May kiss your nose, or shoulder before leaving you from the hug

-He’s sweet, even though sometimes forgets he has a gun in his hand, just be careful when he’s hugging you with one in hand

- I enjoy writing these headcanons, if you have any ideas, please share them with me :)

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rj0186 · 1 year

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Here's another one! This time for our favorite prison boy!

Please credit if you're going to repost!

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Yancy

#markiplier #awhm yancy #yancy #mark #youtuber egos #ahwm

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writtengalaxies · 1 year

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The 50s Diner

Characters: Yancy, GN!Reader

Word Count: 765

Spicy Rating: Enjoy your sweet fluff!

You know you're not supposed to flirt with anyone doing their job. Honestly, it freaks you out when people take your own politeness and try to turn it into an opportunity to flirt.

But you had a hard time not staring at your waiter.

You had popped into this dinner, all 50s styled with an automat still taking up an entire wall. You loved coming here on occasion, when you had a chance to just to spend the day relaxing to enjoy the atmosphere. It never had that same forced bustle a lot of places had, where you felt forced to hurry up eating. You could sit back in the pleather booth, enjoy one of the best milkshakes you'd ever have in your life, and listen to the overhead radio play songs from several decades.

You slid into a booth now, barely taking a peek at the menu before knowing what you wanted. It never took you long here, with the same thing you could happily eat every time. You spaced out on your phone for a bit, quickly tapping through emails and checking social media, when you heard a smooth voice speak.

"What can I get for youse today?"

You looked up in the face of an honest-to-god greaser with a small nervous smile. A quick glance to his name tag told you his name was Yancy, and based on how he was fidgeting, he was new. Granted, you didn't need the fidgeting to realize it, considering you hadn't seen him before. He looked around for a second before offering another little awkward smile, and you realized you were staring.

"Sorry, I, uh. I know some folks ain't too happy seeing knuckle tatts on their waiter, I can go get youse someone who ain't--"

"No! No, sorry, you're fine!" You laugh awkwardly, trying to shake yourself out of your own thoughts. You weren't about to tell him you were staring because he was cute. "Just didn't recognize you, and I was thinking about how long it's been since I've been in."

"Oh! Youse a regular then? I got told a list of names of regulars to help make it easier on me, what's yours?" You gave him your name, trying to fight down the flustered feeling of both being such a regular you could be on a list of known customers and the casual way he repeated himself after. "Be right back with that for ya!"

Sure enough, in minutes, he had your order exactly how you like it, and he checks on you to make sure you have everything you need at the perfect times. It's honestly one of the smoothest experiences you've ever had at a restaurant. He's a natural at reading exactly when you need things.

Soon, far too soon for you to really want to admit, you hand him your card to pay for your food. You've been at war with yourself the entire time, wondering if you should be bold enough to ask for his number. You really shouldn't, you decide in the end. You don't want to make it weird if he's there the next time you come in, and he's still new...

"Here youse is! You take care out there, a'right?" Yancy offers you a wide grin, placing down not just a receipt but a take out box. You look up at him confused, knowing you didn't get anything else and you had no leftovers. "Oh, uh. The...the kitchen said it was youse's favorite, and uh. It's okay for youse to just have. Said it was uh...a thanks for you bein' a loyal customer, or some such." The suddenly shy, almost defensive look got you to smile.

"Thanks, Yancy." He waved it off, hurrying away quickly, and you thought nothing else of it. You gathered up your things, and headed home, already thinking about the interaction, when you could come by next, and how you were going to try to approach maybe getting to know him better. No matter how you cut it, it was just going to be weird for him, and you had to accept it with a sigh.

You paused in your kitchen, looking at the take out box. The diner had given you free things before: you were well known, tipped well, and were just generally nice, so it wasn't that unusual. So why had Yancy been so awkward? Popping open the take out box, you saw why.

Call me?

As you added Yancy's telephone number to your contacts, you had to admit that it was the best tasting dessert you've ever had.

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