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thegayestmferintown · 7 months

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hi! i just found your blog and i’m excited to read more of what you’ve written :) could i request a markiplier x female reader (established relationship) where the reader has a bad parent situation but hasn’t told mark yet, and he one day brings up meeting her family and she’s all hesitant but he pushes, not realizing the reason she’s hesitant, so they go to dinner with her parents (who she doesn’t talk to often) and they are awful to her and mark and they leave early so he can comfort the reader? sorry for that literally being so long hahaha

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐥.

𝐀/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲-𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 (𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬)

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬/𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡

You and Mark had been dating for roughly a year and two months.

He was probably one of the sweetest, and best, things you could ask for.

Your relationship with him was.. practically perfect.

Except for your parents.

You had a decent job, your dream job.

And yet, that wasn't acceptable to them

You made sure to keep your parents away from Mark, despite having met his mother.

You had kept your distance from your parents for some time, until Mark asked the question.

"𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝, "𝐔𝐡. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Although, he continued to pester you. Not that you minded, you just.. didn't want him to meet your parents.

Eventually, he convinced you to give in and ask about having dinner that weekend.

Mark wasn't home when you asked, mostly because you knew how your parents would respond.

And your assumption was correct.

You told them you had a boyfriend, they asked how long you'd been together, you'd told them.

Then they started to yell at you, as expected.

Eventually, they agreed to the dinner. But you could just feel how your mother rolled her eyes, how your father stomped off as they both did when you were young.

At the dinner, you subtly made motions to show Mark that you'd rather die than stay there longer.

Your parents continuously made rude and harsh remarks that made Mark... kind of astonished that any parent could say that to a child.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Once you both got home, he took you inside and sat on the couch with you.

And then you broke down.

It pained him, deeply, to see you react like that.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, rubbing gentle circles on your back and humming a soft song.

Once you were calmed down enough, you explained everything to him.

And he comforted you.

Then, the two of you sat on the couch, binge-watching all of your favorite movies, and eating popcorn.

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grimmylilsunshine · 4 months

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Let it be known that I love to bite people I love lots. So Grim will be getting the loving bites from me, and I can see him just moaning/whimpering from it all. Which only excites me, to bite him more~. 💕

#gonna leave my mark on him and paint him with my bites like he's a art canvas ♡#a date with death #a date with death casper #a date with death grim #grim x reader #grim x mc #grim x you #grim x y/n #casper x mc #casper x reader #casper x y/n #casper x you

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meowsgirldrawing · 1 year

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Pact Marks- Obey Me Thoughts/Headcannons

So in one of my recent posts, I showed where I imagine My MC- or Mackenzie's pacts marks are.

For those who are new or just unfamiliar with this topic somehow, Pact marks are what the fandom of Obey Me! Shall We Date?! has basically agreed all on being on each MC when they/he/she makes a pact with one of the demons. I dunno if the creators confirmed that as I am only in lesson 13-14 in the game itself.

Here are my headcannons/thoughts to just have on here✨

Lucifer

(Spoiler, hes the last one to get a pact mark from but not in the least undermining)

Where I imagine his pact mark would be on MC's chest.

Kinda like the phrase, 'Huffing up chest in pride', it shows his shamless pride in allowing the human to make a pact with him.

Considering how possessive Lucifer tends to be towards MC, in a "This is my human" way, his mark is the biggest, maybe even boldest as its even able to peak over MC's collar bones, making any non-turtle neck like shirt unable to cover it all.

It glows his signiture blue when activated, bright and unable to be unnoticed either.

And in the dark, a lingering lighter shade trails around the stars, giving a nice ring to the MorningStar name

With my MC, I imagine they aren't afraid to show it, most of their outfits being tank tops, low collar shirts, or even just a sports bra on some nights.

Lucifer sometimes catches MC trailing their finger along its edges, only to shirk their hand down as soon as he notices.

Of course...he smirks, raising a curious brow.

MC just ignores his glances and moves on.

Mammon

He was a an easy one, Ngl.

Look, I adore This little Greed demon with all my heart but he does tend to steal, and gamble, and basically do any money grubbing.

All with swift and talentful hands in his own craft.

His pact mark is on the hand, preferably dominant hand of MC.

Its not too big or too small, just fitting across the back of MC's hand.

When activated, it gives of a nice yellow hue, gold lining the mark's edges in a shifting manner.

My MC tried drawing weird symbols on top of it, human symbols that kids draw on their skin everyday y'know, just to see if anything changed.

It didn't. Just erased whatever they did and glowed like normal.

Mammon called her weird then proceeded to try his turn at it.

Now they needed new pens.

Mammon hated the mark at first, finding it stupid given how it even came to be in the first place.

Now he traces it every night with a curled up MC beside him, clutching onto him as if he isnt holding them tight enough.

Leviathan

He is tricky tricky boy, lemme tell ya.

Either his pact mark worked in spots his brothers' worked better in or it just didnt seem like Levi's spot.

So I figured, under bicep.

The guy is shy, right? So I believe his would ultimately end up somewhere where it's covered the majority of the time, that or just hard to see at most angles.

I did think of thigh, but i suppose the thought it ending up there would have this okaku blushing for days on end.

Which bicep also depends on which arm is MC's dominant one.

My MC, like all her other marks, is proud to have them, so they dont get why it was somewhere mostly hidden.

Hence why it gives them further reason to show it off during their shared movie nights, wearing more sleeveless shirts or tops.

Leviathan is her Lord of Shadows just as much as they are his Henry and they are proud to say it. (Enough without embarrassing the Envy demon of course)

Leviathan turned as flustered as a peach at first anytime he saw it fully, but now...

Now he laughs as MC 'proves' their muscles to him after an off comment he made, flexing off that mark of Envy without even realizing. He just snorts and shoves them lightly, a domino effect taking hold as they do it right back.

Beelzebub

Did I even need to think on this guy?

The tongue is wear his mark resides.

Not only for the obvious, Ahem Gluttony, but because the tongue is known to be the strongest muscle in the body.

It tends to blend in with the color of their tongue but mostly when its activated.

Oo, imagine MC eating a cherry flavored treat, the glow would just light the whole thing up. Light bulp idea if MC is ever in the dark and lost.

Ahem, anyway, as mentioned, it glows a fiery red, making MC's mouth looking like light up city when even just a little bit opened.

My MC had at one point thought her mouth was bleeding when she saw in it the mirror, had to have Beel explain they were indeed fine, if anything, looked cool.

Both her and Beel test out how bright it can get depeding on cherry flavored treats when gorging in food one night.

Beel cant help but blush at the sight of his unactivated mark as MC sucks their tongue out at him, having just won a victorious round. A game Levi lended them for a bit.

He hms, pats their head lightly, and mutters 'cute'. MC is left confused, their tongue still poking out in a blep.

Asmodeus

So...HAHA- So many people thought my MC's mark from Asmo was on their bottom.

While I would not be surprised, given this man, I headcannon their mark being a tramp stamp.

Right above their bottom.

Its not big, barely taking all over their lower back. But enough to give off a big enough glow when activated.

When activated, the pact will glow a saturated pink, a tease of purple easing into the 'ink.'

Ngl, I got this idea after reading another headcannon list of Obey Me Pact Marks and thought it was too good to not keep.

Its somewhat easy to hide, depending on the type of clothing MC wears, but it quickly becomes hard to cover ehen activated, the pink being too bright.

Asmo calls them his little firefly at some point

As for my MC, she gets flustered, never thinking a pact mark would be that low. But after catching a wink from Asmo, they turn gears and smirk instead, thankful for their wild and long hair hiding the pink in their ears as they clap back quick with some remark.

Asmo just chuckles at whatever she said.

Teasing hands, always playful but never pushing, linger down at the edge of MC's shirt only for it to turn into a tickle over his mark. MC squeaks out, laughter pulling over as they skirt away, clutching their lower back.

Asmo takes their playing shoves with a smug grin, gleaming with absolute delight as he catches one at last, landing a sweet kiss at their knuckles.

Satan

Similar to Lucifer

Satan would hate me I know it

But yes, dreadfully similar to Lucifer, Satan's mark is big and bold, appearing right under where Lucifer's(At the time he never knew that of course).

It lays across the lower ribs, that tip of it? Its lined up to go straight in between both, mark and center.

It is easy to hide, but if MC is one to wear short crop tops, or anyhting that shows close to the lower ribs as mentioned, it wouldnt be hard to miss.

Yet, the mark is impossible to miss when activated, unless you stacked like piles and piles on MC's torso, yeah..that green glow would be seen a mile away.

Its a bright, fiery green, almost oozing into their clothes like Wrath itself would.

Why is it on the ribs? Well, you know that feeling you get when you are angry. That fire in the pit of your chest? The only reason its on the ribs instead is because of how calculating Satan is.

"Imagine how an aggressor would feel if they suddenly saw its glow? They would've turned to rigor themselves without my help"

Are you sure you aint like Lucifer-

My MC played a game of, 'What Can Hide The Mark??' With their closet one day, just curiosity at best.

Yeah, they thought better of it when Satan came a-knocking very confused and very weirded out by the dark light green light game on his side.

Theres a weird, fizzy feeling Satan gets anytime he saw the mark in a more direct manner. Their shirt riding up as they slanted on the couch, at the beach, anywhere were he got less of a tease of it and more of a frontal view.

It wasnt made out of hate for his brother, it wasnt even a half-assed one either, it actually meant something, to both him and MC.

Hmm....Satan's eyes fliker back down, escaping MC's sudden gaze, a little heat on his cheeks going ignored in favor for catching up with this novel's protagonist.

Belphegor

So......I may or may not have accidentally put Belphie's mark on Mc's neck.....

Chapter 16 anyone?

BUT- BUT Then it gave me an idea!

So while we arent exactly sure the marks would be chosen by the brother's preference, or MC's preference, I think its just up to what the fans think-

What if it was kinda an accident itself?

Like obviously, at the time of the pact between the youngest brother and Mc was made, the events of Mc/not Mc's death was still fresh to everyone. Hence the whole, making a pact to protect Mc from Belphie.

And since it was still in everyones minds for a while, the mark accidentally formed in the one place everyone, including MC had a hard time looking at without getting chills.

It could be many possibilities from this, but it also can give MC enough motivation to work it out with Belphie, wanting to make the mark not one to look at in digust but instead at least a gentle fondness like the others. Obviously the last part might take a long while to come, but they would at least be able to ease the pain of it.

Anyhow- the mark is pretty dang small compared to the others. Small and barely noticable depending on how MC's hair style is.

When activated, it glows a nice lilac hue, the edges dipped in a very light, almost white color. It can almost be mistaken for a night light, like those ones for children, if it wasn't on MC's body.

If covered with a turtle neck for instance, its dimmed but not completely, still vying for attention.

I do believe MC would have at least some sort of trauma towards it, like cant have people touching around their neck for awhile. Even if Lucifer were to cup their chin, their nerves start a-ringing.

I like to imagine my MC doesn't necessarily get over it, but is able to move past it. Shes one to not let things affect them, but obviously with seeing yourself and feeling youself die is extremely hard to do for a human, so its more or less them just wanting to stop feeling so weak at the idea. So she asks Lucifer or Satan (the two most likely to understand it) in private to help her by gently edging their hands around her neck area sometimes so she can at the very least, emotionally move past it.

Exposure therapy( But this is for my MC, I definitely believe people have a right to decide how they/their characters wpuod respond to the whole thing as everyone seems to either forgive Belphie, take a long time to do so, or just want their character to avoid him)

It takes him a loose second to realize, but when he does, Belphie is quick to snatch away his hand from MC's upper torso. Hes hesitant to even toss it back around their waist. But MC, despite their sleepy and craving for warmth state, takes note of his sudden distance and tightens their grip around his shoulders, effectively dragging him snug against their body.

They murmer reassurances before he can even breathe a single word, and hes burrying his face in their shoulder, the one beside his own mark. Tears sting his closed gaze and their wading soft fingers their his hair. A kiss to the side of his head is all he needs and he wrapps his arms back around, agreeing like aways.

Gentle forgiven but never forgotten...

#oc x canon #oc inserts #obey me mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #Obey Me Chapter 16 mentions #obey me pact marks #Pact mark headcannons #Obey Me Pacts #obey me x reader #my thougts

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zzzennin · 5 months

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Is really starting to give me an ick is how much emphasis people put in huge age gaps on this site. Like all trends that get too trendy here, when everyone used “cunny” or “gummy walls” but this time is just an uncomfortable age gap that people make sure time and time again to say how much of an old man this character is (and he’s like 35, not that old) and how the reader is such a tiny, baby,innocent, jailbait, coquette, love pink she’s so innocent near this old man having to nearly use a cane to walk around. It’s just getting gross.

#and this goes to the COD fandom #Simon and price are the biggest victims #simon ghost riley x reader #konig #konig headcanons #pricexreader #jonh price #why y’all want so bad to they be creeps #question mark #a 40 y/o dating a 20 y/o is creepy #can we please move on?#yes I’m blocking this kinda content but sometimes I just need to talk

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planetkiimchi · 3 months

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crochet dates | nct dream ot7

featuring: non idol!nct dream x gn!reader, est. relationship

word count: 1553 words

summary — just brainrot. wondering how nct dream in an established relationship would treat you.

mark - friday nights crocheting in the car

The dim lighting of the car makes it difficult for you to see what you’re crocheting, so you take out your phone and turn the flashlight on. You prop it up on the holder on the side, checking with Mark to see if it’s blinding him.

He gladly says it isn’t. He’s driving you home from work, and all the tension in your shoulders slowly ebbs away as you lose yourself in crocheting, biting your lip in concentration as you focus on making this bag for yourself.

“Dang, you’re really dedicated to this thing, aren’t you? How long have you spent on this?”

You shrug. “Maybe a couple of days? Not long.”

Mark raises his eyebrows. “That’s kind of long. And really deliberate too.”

To you, it’s just a fun hobby, but Mark’s seriously impressed by your dedication. This might also be because you’ve crocheted a bouquet for him before, and he was over the moon.

Mark tries not to get distracted by your moving hands and the shaky light, but it’s a little hard when you’re right next to him and all he wants to do is watch you forever.

Every time you come to a red light, Mark’s turning his head to look over at you. His mouth’s almost hanging open as he watches you in awe, and when you catch him, you can’t help but blush.

renjun - sunrise cycling to the beach

When Renjun asks you out on a date, he’s thought everything through, from the location to the timing to the food. There’s picnic mats and snacks and plenty of water to keep you both hydrated, though you’ll never know how he managed to fit all of that into the basket at the front of his bicycle.

He hums as you cycle along, never seeming to be short of breath, and once you’ve found a rhythm, you lend your voice to his songs. You’re not a great singer, but he doesn’t mind.

You manage to catch the sunrise—at the expense of your sleep—at the beach, just in time to watch the sun slowly climb up the horizon, as if emerging from the surface of the ocean.

After you’ve watched the sun rise, you take out your yarn and begin to crochet. Renjun watches you with hearts in his eyes.

He won’t admit it, but you caught sight of his open sketchbook, and realised that he was sketching you crocheting. It may or may not have been for him to paint when you get back.

But he can keep that secret, because the bucket hat you’re working on is for him too, not that he knows it.

jeno - the yarn shop

You don’t frequent the yarn shop so often for no reason. They have a room specifically for people to crochet in, and they won’t kick you out if you put your headphones on and stay in there for hours.

They’ve created a comfortable atmosphere that you love to sit in, ruminating in the cool air and enjoying the comfortable chairs.

Jeno alternates between watching you with his head in his hands and reading his book, which explains why he’s only read forty pages after an hour.

You don’t mind, though. He’s not disturbing you, and sometimes he tucks your hair behind your ear when he sees it falling in front of your eyes and obscuring your vision. At other times, he tries to peer over your shoulder to understand how your hand movement is creating this thing, but he can’t quite comprehend it.

Obviously, he insists on paying for all your purchases, and you’re powerless to stop him. It’s a little odd, because some of the yarn is going to become your gift to him for your upcoming anniversary, but to tell him that would ruin the surprise.

So instead, you let him pay for it, and slip the notes back into his wallet when you’re walking out of the store, making sure he doesn’t notice.

(Even if he did, he wouldn’t protest.)

haechan - wet weather plan

Haechan would never intentionally set out to have a date at home. He itches to leave the house, his restless spirit preventing him from being able to sit still in an enclosed space for too long.

But the original date that he had planned, going to the park for a run, is impossible with the downpour outside. He suggested going to the park anyway, saying he would hold the umbrella for both of you, but you refused.

The wind is strong that day, and you don’t enjoy getting wet. With some persuasion, you managed to convince him to stay at home with you and watch a movie. Wonka’s playing on the screen while you crochet, Haechan’s arm draped over your shoulder.

When you move, his arm moves too, but he’s too absorbed in the movie to be bothered. When he thinks you’re not looking, he sneaks glances at you. He really loves to watch you concentrate on things, especially things that you’re good at.

He slowly but surely leans over, tugging playfully at your yarn, and you swat his hand away before he can do any damage to your precious creation.

He laughs, tipping his head back, and you press a kiss to his lips before he can do anything else.

He stares at you in shock, and you smirk back at him, knowing he secretly adores it when you kiss him first.

jaemin - tuesday afternoons curled up on your couch

Jaemin’s not the type of person to force you to drain your social battery by going out on a date, so this afternoon has been completely set aside for the two of you to just sit on the couch and relax.

The problem is, you have a short attention span. Since Jaemin just wants to spend quality time with you, he doesn’t really care what you’re doing, so you start taking out your yarn and hook and begin crocheting, cozily snuggling into his sweater.

He shifts so that you can be more comfortable, the textured fabric wrapping around your ears and muffling the sounds of the outside world, allowing you to focus on what you’re doing with your hands.

Jaemin watches you with fascination, raptured by your swift movements and the way the hook slips in and out of your work.

He asks you to teach him how to do it, and of course you do, scrambling to find a hook to lend him to use and finding another end of the yarn for him to work with. You wrap your hands around his, guiding him, and he’s thrilled by the fact that you’re touching him.

He really, really loves you.

You end up snapping a few pictures of him, but they’re all blurry because he gets shy and tries to stop you whenever he notices, causing the camera to get shaken around.

chenle - arts and craft

Chenle can’t crochet, but he’s good with his hands, which is why his tongue is sticking out while he tries to figure out how embroidery works from a Youtube video. The video is playing at half the regular speed, and Chenle’s brows are furrowed as he replays the video again and again.

You’re sitting across from him, crocheting a scarf for him.

He told you he doesn’t wear scarves, to which you told him he could, after you were done. You told him that it was rude to reject your gift, and he had nothing to say to that, so he shut his mouth and continued embroidering.

He eventually manages to get it, after you’ve done ten rows of the scarf, and he excitedly calls your name.

You look up and realise that he’s embroidered your name on the back of his jersey, just above his name. It’s small, so no one else can see it, but Chenle insists that that’s the point.

(You think he’s just too lazy to embroider something over a larger area, but you’re not complaining. You think he’s done a great job, and you tell him that.)

“Anyway, only the two of us need to know that it’s there,” Chenle says. “It can be our little secret.”

Your heart warms at his words.

jisung - the library

Jisung has tried to learn to crochet from you last time, but it failed because he didn’t understand how to control the tension or the way he held his hook.

He’d try again, but the frustration drives him crazy. He can’t stand knowing that there’s something that he can’t do, so he deals with it by avoiding the topic completely.

He’s in the library to work on his homework, furiously typing away while you sit next to him and crochet.

When you first sat down, Jisung had given you a string and tied it to your pinky and his pinky. It’s not a very long piece of string, so when you move your hand, it pulls the string taut and tugs on Jisung’s hand.

It comforts him, knowing that you’re there and shifting and present. Every now and then, he casts a glance over at you, as if to make sure that you’re still there. Each time you catch his eye, you smile reassuringly at him.

“I’m still here, Ji.”

“Just checking.”

“I’ll always be here.”

#nct #k-labels #🪁 — my works #nct dream #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #ot7 #nct dream fic #nct dream x reader #🧶 — crochet dates

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gaymingwriter · 3 months

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Valentine’s Day Headcanon/Drabbles

I’m very slow with requests but I’m currently working on them! I just wanted to write something for Valentine’s Day. Also I don’t usually write Date Mark but since it’s Valentine’s Day I think it fits

Characters in Order: Darkiplier, Damien, Googleplier, Date Mark, Illinois, Eric Derekson, Jameson Jackson

Category: Fluff

Pronouns: They/Them, not used directly

Warnings: Writer’s favorites are obvious, swearing, somewhat spicy reference in Illinois’s but it’s not much

Darkiplier

- This is one of the only holidays he actually plans for and looks forward to

- He actually takes the day off for once to spend time with you

- Would wake you up with your favorite breakfast in bed

- After you’re done eating he cuddles you for a while

- Then he takes you shopping. He’ll buy you pretty much anything you want

- (He’d think it’s really sweet if you got him something too though, so you should do that. It doesn’t have to be expensive)

- Takes you to your favorite restaurant for lunch

- Y’all go for a walk and go to the library/zoo/aquarium (or whatever you prefer)

- He takes you to a fancy restaurant for dinner

- Y’all cuddle and watch movies when you get home <3

Damien

- Y’all stay in for the most part

- Cuddling and movies all day

- He got you flowers and a small gift

- He’d be happy with anything you got him <3

- Makes breakfast and lunch for you

- (Though he will love it if you both cooked together)

- Took you to a nice restaurant for dinner

Googleplier

- He didn’t really understand Valentine’s Day?

- He does his research though

- Goes probably too hard with it

- Ends up planning way too much

- When he wakes you up, he excitedly tells you about everything he planned

- …you very gently let him know that all of his plans would be incredibly stressful

- He’s a little sad at first, but he doesn’t want to stress you out, so he changes his plans to be a couple things

- You get each other some gifts

- You go out to your favorite restaurant for lunch

- Y’all spend the rest of the day cuddling

- Takeout for dinner

- He’s honestly really flustered the whole time

- Even if it isn’t exactly as he planned, he’s still really happy with how everything went <3

Date Mark

- This fucker lives for Valentine’s Day

- The whole speech he gave during ISWM about all the things he planned for the date?

- Yeah, since that didn’t happen, he saved it for today

- He’s actually a real sweetheart when Actor isn’t using him as a character

- Gets you a bouquet of roses, a teddy bear, a box of your favorite kind of chocolate, one of those heart lockets with a picture of both of you in it, and a little heart that he knitted for you

- He sobs of joy and appreciation when you get him something, no matter how small it is

- He takes you to dinner, the fair, and a movie

- And you both hold hands <33

- Y’all binge watch shows and cuddle for the rest of the night

Illinois

- He may be a flirty bastard

- That’s it that’s the sentence

- He does plan an adventure for the day!

- …y’all don’t really leave bed for a while though

- Most of it is cuddling!

- He ends up just taking you to the zoo or aquarium

- He almost cries in public when you get him a gift at the gift shop

- Dinner at the zoo/aquarium food court isn’t the most glamorous, but it was perfect for both of you

- Afterwards you watch cheesy romantic movies until you fall asleep

Eric Derekson

- He made plans! He’s just incredibly nervous to tell you!

- For this reason, you made sure he knew that you’d prioritize any plans he had, but you still had your own ideas

- He shyly brought up that he wanted to have a picnic

- You loved the idea, and your lunch was spent on a blanket in the park <3

- You got him a gift and it made him feel so loved it was great

- He got you some flowers and something you’d had on a gift wishlist

- He was so afraid you wouldn’t like it but he was reassured when you hugged him

- The rest of the day was just the two of you being sweet and romantic with each other

Jameson Jackson

- Gentleman of the year, honestly

- He crocheted some hearts and a little plushie for you

- Turned on some music and danced with you for a while <3

- He made you breakfast, and you make him lunch

- Y’all watched some of yours and his favorite movies for a while

- You gave him some flowers and chocolates

- He loves the classic gifts <3

- You order from y’all’s favorite restaurant for dinner

- The rest of the night is spent chatting and watching movies

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zee-stars · 10 months

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The ego's giving you their sweaters

Includes: Actor Mark, Darkiplier, Yancy, Illinois, Space Mark, Damien, Heist Mark, Date Mark, Wilford

Actor Mark:

He forced you to wear one of his sweaters. He would hide yours just so he could give you one of his.

He is a jealous prick so he definitely likes you wearing his stuff so people know you are his.

I feel like his would be the most comfortable cause he would spend all his money just to make sure he could give you the best.

Tbh his would smell like makeup wipes and strong expensive calone cause he would pour that shit on there.

Overall 9/10 cause at least the smell would last long 🤷‍♀️

Darkiplier:

Tbh he probably doesn't have very many hoodies.

The only one he owns is probably a plain black one that's kinda worn down.

But like say one day you're cold and complaining about it and he just throws it at you and is like "stfu"

Warm on the inside, soft fabric on the outside 👌👌

I think its an overall 10/10 cause idk its just perfect.

Yancy:

I think he probably only have 1 hoodie cause he is in prison but he also like owns the place... so he could probably get more if he needed too.

But like he has one that is his og one. I think its like black and has some cool design on it that's kinda worn down cause he's had it so long.

It smells exactly like him and he likes to wear it for comfort. But he would easily give it to you.

One day your complaining that it's cold, next minute his giving you the sweater.

Its super comfy and also smells exactly like him so def 10/10

Illinois:

Man has one sweater and it is almost disgusting.

You saw him wear it once on a colder night. It was covered in stains, small holes everywhere and stitches. It doesn't smell bad and it felt soft when you touched it.

One night you and him are under the stars and you are freezing. to the point your shaking. He sees you by the fire all wrapped up in a blanket and he takes off the hoodie and gives it to you.

Claims that he's a big boy and doesn't need a sweater to keep him warm

Five minutes later hes clinging to you wrapped up under a blanket and as close to the fire you can be without burning.

8/10 cause the stains.

Space Mark:

Tbh if he saw you in his hoodie he would probably faint.

Its not so much a hoodie it's more like a jacket. Like yk those sports team type jackets, if you dont google it and i'll make sense.

Anyways its amazing, kinda fuzzy on the inside and it has like patches on it of things he likes. Stars, planets, chica, etc.

He doesn't wear it often cause he is usually in his space uniform.

But one night you and him are enjoying a nice sunset together (after the events of iswm) and he notices you shiver.

So he runs back to his room and comes back with two cups of coffee and his jacket.

It smells like him, has coffee and some grease stains on it. Very comfy and a little big.

10/10 love it.

Damien:

This is before wkm obv

He has like an entire closet section just for sweaters and hoodies

one day you're spending the evening at his place. during dinner Damien was his usual clumsy self (he def was) and spilled something on you. You ask to use his shower and had forgotten to pack an extra set of clothes.

So he offers you some of his. He gives you a hoodie and sweatpants that match and let me tell you. That is some of the comfyist shit you're ever gonna wear

I just feel like he is the master of comfort and just always has the comfyist clothes.

10/10 for my boy dames

Heist Mark:

Im like imagining the most detailed scene rn

Like yk when you choose the car in the heist and you fall asleep and he makes you breakfast?

that but the night before when you're falling asleep you get cold and he gives you his sweater and you're like "where tf did you get this?" but put it on anyway.

its honestly pretty comfy and keeps you pretty warm. He also secretly loves seeing you in his hoodie (remember this is right before he asked you on the date ;)

9/10 prob a basic ass hoodie but comfy and warm, serves its purpose.

Date Mark:

Another very detailed scene

we aren't gonna be basic and have it be during the movie no no, it's gonna be during the vanilla ice cream ending.

You and him are eating ice cream together and it makes you cold. So what else would a gentleman like him do than give you the jacket he was wearing.

tbh not super comfy, its part of a suit :/

so like... 6/10? it was nice of him but not comfy or warm so...

Wilford:

Come on guys yk i wouldnt forget about my little willy would you?

Tbh he has the best hoodies 1000%

He rocks the pink and all of his hoodies are pink and they look amazing!!

Also they def smell like cotton candy or some other sweet.

(they might also have a few blood stains but who cares)

anyways.... imagine you and him go out to a party or something.

some dumb guy spills a drink on your and wilford just like pulls out a hoodie randomly and like takes you to the bathroom to put it on

side note no one ever hears from that guy again but like...... thats totally unrelated...

but its comfy, smells good, looks good, 100000/10 fr fr

wilford is simply the best

I hope you enjoyed this and im def down to write more things like this if anyone has any ideas!! my request are always open

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reverie-starlight · 1 year

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okay my personal obey me pact mark headcanons let’s go!!

Placement, size and other various things I can think up about them as I go :)

+ short thoughts on how the brothers would treat the marks if you were together.

General info on how I personally interpret the pact marks + what I think would be so cool about them:

I don’t think they’re always visible on your skin, at least not to humans without magic. And maybe the most you would be able to see on yourself (as the pact mark bearer) would be the faint outlines of them. They’d be clearly visible to demons and angels, and also faintly visible to witches and sorcerers like Solomon (and you could see his the same way).

When you actually use the pact on the brothers, the symbols would be clearly visible to you with black/brown-ish markings and they’d give off an aura that’s the colour of their respective demon (Lucifer’s would glow blue when used, Asmo’s pink, Belphie’s purple, etc).

They can either choose where to place them or just let them manifest naturally on your body, same with how big they’d want them to be. I have no idea what they would look like, but their symbols would definitely be in there somewhere. I don’t have a set way that I picture them in my mind tbh. I’ve seen some absolutely stunning art of other people’s interpretations though.

(please keep in mind that I’m only on lesson 23 currently, so if there’s something inconsistent with anything confirmed past that point I’m sorry! but I also did my research before writing this to make sure my ideas weren’t totally disproven by canon so I think it should be okay)

On to the brothers!!

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Lucifer:

Listen. His would be placed on your neck. With all that talk when he first agreed to form one about you not owning him through the pact but it actually being the other way around??? Tell me he wouldn’t. It’s vulnerable, of course someone who (at least in the beginning) claims to hold all the power would place it there?? I don’t think it’d be huge, it’d be subtle on the left side of your neck but enough for it to make things clear to anyone who tries to mess with you (and by default him as well). Not tiny, but definitely not as big as some of his other brothers’. He’s smug about his choice of placement for sure. Gets mildly annoyed if you happen to cover it up but would never show it.

…if you guys are dating, he would definitely take the opportunity to kiss it affectionately when you’re having a soft moment together or trace his finger along it to get a reaction out of you. Tease.

Mammon:

I’m a sucker for him so his is obviously going to be placed over the heart. Whether he did it intentionally or not is a mystery to both of you (you both know). Obviously he makes a big deal about being your first demon, so I think he’d want his pact mark to be somewhat big. Not so big that it’s covering that entire side of your chest, but if you spread your hand over your heart, it’s roughly that size. If you wear low cut shirts or tank tops it’d peak out a bit. At first he thought the placement was embarrassing but now he appreciates it, whether you’re together or not.

…if you ARE dating him, though, he’s going to admire it and trace over it when you’re lying in bed together and talking before calling it a night. Since he didn’t explicitly choose its placement, you like to tease him by saying it must have been a subconscious decision to place it in such a tender spot. Kisses the centre of the mark every morning when you wake up together and every night before bed without fail.

Levi:

I thought about a few different things for Levi because his sin is envy, so he’d definitely want it somewhere obvious to prove that he has that connection with you. His Henry, his best friend, this human that (eventually) means the world to him!! but he’s also incredibly insecure so I think he’d automatically feel like he doesn’t deserve to take up much of your skin with his mark, so it’d be on the smaller side. He would’ve made it tiny but when he saw how big mammon’s was and how it was already over your heart, he impulsively placed it on the back of your dominant hand, (OR opposite to the sorcerer’s society mark which I JUST learned was a thing lol) leading a little bit up your wrist. Not as big as Mammon’s or even Beel’s. Bigger than what he intended and feels so guilty about it. Still the smallest of any of them. You have to reassure him. It’s in a very obvious place, no demon or angel would be able to miss it, and unless you wear gloves all the time, it would never be covered up for long.

…if you guys are together, he enjoys holding your hand and just admiring the mark. also enjoys seeing it when you play games together and will definitely lift it up and inspect it every so often. Likes to watch it glow orange when you use it.

Satan:

He would place it on your wrist. Specifically the wrist of the hand without levi’s mark. no real reason for it, he just thought it would look cool going from your wrist and up your forearm. One of the bigger ones of the seven to spite Lucifer (hey- even if his reasons for making the pact wasn’t lucifer related anymore, you can bet the size of it was, even if he formed one before the oldest).

...if you’re dating him, he leaves a series of kisses up your arm over the mark when you’re reading together in the library. will mindlessly trace over it when he’s particularly stressed or needs to calm himself down. it gets to a point where you just offer him your wrist when you see he’s getting irritated and it works about 70% of the time.

Asmo:

Collarbone. Would have gone for the neck but decided to let it manifest itself at the last second. He said something along the lines of “it will be what it will be- it’d look perfect anywhere, truly.” Believe it or not, it’s one of the smallest marks. Not so tiny that you can barely see it, but not large either. Likes the size of it because “you have to get up close and personal to really appreciate it.”

...if you’re together, he’ll constantly want you to show it off. he’ll also make sure the skin in that area is especially taken care of. when he’s lying his head on your chest, he’d always make sure to lie on the side of his mark.

Beel:

When he made his pact with you, he definitely wasn’t too concerned with the placement or size of it. He let it manifest naturally and chuckled a bit when he realized it appeared on your stomach. It was smaller than Mammon’s, and bigger than Levi’s but still pretty noticeable, especially if you like to wear crop tops.

...if you’re dating beel, he’ll definitely rub over it when you’re cuddling in his room, digesting after a meal. he’s definitely more reserved than some of his brothers, but I do think he’d like it when it’s visible. lays his head on it in his sleep sometimes, nuzzles into it for sure.

Belphie:

Belphie is too lazy to choose a placement himself, so he also lets it manifest naturally. His mark would be on your right rib cage, slightly higher than and opposite of Beel’s. The smallest of the marks, which he is unhappy about now but was indifferent to before. Is absolutely fascinated with the pretty purple glow it gives off when you use it.

...if you’re dating him, he sleeps attached to that side of your body, hugging it and also nuzzling into it (which he denies when you tease him about it).

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the last few aren’t the best but I genuinely couldn’t think of super different things for the twins and asmo aside from their placements :(

but other than that I’m really happy with how this turned out!! hope you enjoyed <3

#obey me shall we date #obey me pact marks #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me brothers #obey me x reader fluff #obey me fluff

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f9smaragdine · 3 months

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Mark as your boyfriend ~~

#nct u #nct icons #kpop #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct smut #mark lee #mark x reader #mark imagines #mark x you #nct mark #superm mark #nct instagram #date with you

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tippytanpies · 6 months

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Now I'm No Longer Alone

Head Engineer Mark x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: Nightmares, panic attacks, flashbacks to a previous space mission gone awry.

It's been two months since the Invincible's mission was touted a success. In the aftermath of another nightmare, he's the first person you can think to call.

(Also available on AO3)

There's a feeling of sinking, of falling, all consuming and suffocating that surrounds you. It's familiar and distant all the same, caught adrift in the ocean of the cosmos, in the tides of the interstellar divine. There's something beautiful, horrifically so, to the scene that paints before you, that seems to embrace you, envelop you as you only drift…

The stars above you gleam, distorting as your eyes try in vain to focus, as if pleading for something tangible to even humor grasping. The tightness in your chest rises, grips your throat as you cry out, and if it weren't for the numb weight that pins you from lifting a hand, you'd think you were crying.

The stars blink.

Narrowing, glaring suddenly, the maw of the galaxy opens, reaching towards you with emotion you cannot feasibly hope to interpret. For a moment, you can almost hear the suns calling, shouting before--

You wake to the dim light of your cabin with a desperate gasp for air. Your chest heaves, heart beating to a melody arrhythmic as your hands cling to the first things you can reach. Your fingers clutch the fabric of your sheets, bunching and releasing the covers you find surprisingly cold beneath the weight of your shaking fingers. It's only once your hands shift to cling to your arms, nails lightly digging into the skin despite yourself, that you come to the realization that you had been sweating.

A deep, exhausted sigh leaves you as you card your fingers through your hair, resting your head in your palms as you try to steady your breath. In hindsight, you suppose this sort of thing was only inevitable in the face of everything. It'd only been two months since you'd landed on the planet…strange, even still, to pin that time certainly, to have a relatively linear frame of reference after everything.

Again, two months. To some, that was an eternity, and yet all the same it was nothing. In terms of the progress your crew had been steadily making on the planet's hospitality and the colonists' settlement, it was incredible, truly…but in terms of the travels, in terms of having to look at the after of the wormhole, of the warp core, of every single twist through the multiverse and every heartache that came from it…two months to move on from that was, frankly, something that felt almost impossible to you.

That, in a sense, could've been the dreams talking. It's the first tangible thought you've had since waking, a note in passing that fills you with a small sense of relief as you make an effort to bring yourself to stand. The notion is halted with a sharp hiss of a breath as the buckle of your knees forces you back down, hands gripping the edge of the mattress as your eyes shut tight.

You've had nightmares of a similar caliber before, in the beginning days of your travels through the cosmos long before this last mission had been given to you, but they had never gotten this bad, this constant. Still, there's an air of familiarity to them in the midst of these; the void that had stretched out beyond you in the dreams back then had been differently shaded but still very much there, and the all encompassing numb--

No, no you weren't going back to that. Deep breaths, you could do this, come on…

In…hold steady now, deep in the pit of your chest, count…out, keep that same time, then repeat, in…

You're in your cabin, in the dim light that casts a nostalgic hue throughout the room. Your window is open just a tad, letting the sounds of nearby fauna and the air of this planet's equivalent to early June enter the room gradually. Beneath your fingers, shifting closer to the foot of the bed, is the cotton of a comforter too warm to cover yourself with on a night like this, but something that provides a comforting cushion that'd been sewn together by one of the colonists, Ms. Whitacre. You…you've heard that name before, haven't--

Your hands bunch the fabric--

Cold metal. Cold glass. The echo of your footsteps across the hull of a dead ship. The air is tight and is only growing slimmer. You cannot trust your ears nor your eyes, your hands are shaking as your stature crumbles, as you brace the central hub's control panel. Your hands have lost all feeling, yet the grip they have on the panel is enough to leave them bruised, enough to make the skin blister as you send plea after plea after plea after plea…help, help--

Your hands are numb again.

A frustrated wail leaves you as your hands grasp your hair. You're here, you're here, you…

You're reaching for your panel before you can even process your movement, stumbling halfway out of bed and just faintly managing to catch yourself before you fall completely. You only register the faint ache in your knee from hitting the bed frame, only register the weight of pooling sheets beneath your stomach once you realize you're hearing the second outgoing ring of your private intercom call, the final numbers of the contact number ending in 2702.

Something in-between a gasp and a groan leaves you through a clasped hand over your mouth at the realization, quickly dragging down to hover uselessly over the panel as you watch the pending symbol loop. This was stupid. This was so goddamn stupid. The hour was late and the colony was silent save for the life in the fauna, there was no one else conscious in the still of the night but you, and even in the chance that he was awake, why would he--

"Captain?"

…pick up. He picked up. He really picked up--okay, okay, you hadn't thought this far ahead. You hadn't thought--

"Mark, I--" There's an aching, tired strain in your voice that only highlights the relief running through you. "Did I wake you up?"

There's a pause on the other end that stretches long enough to give you the answer you were dreading, before he manages to bring himself to say, "…it's alright, Captain. Is--"

"I'm sorry, I--" Embarrassment is quick to make way for a different form of guilt, sinking deep into the pit of your stomach as you will yourself to start, "I'll let you get back to sleep, I know you've been busy these past few--"

"I never said you had to go…"

Mark's voice leaves him quietly, so softly and earnestly, that it draws the words on the tip of your tongue to a halt. There's a sincerity in his tone, quiet and sleep-laced as it is, that steals your focus in full, that roots you back into the present moment enough to just faintly register the unspoken plea of, "Don't go. Don't hang up." hidden in it.

"I--" It's strange, you can't help but think as you hear the muffled exhale leave him, how you can so clearly picture him carding his hands through his hair. You can almost see him linger in his palms, thumbs gently massaging gently along his jaw before he drags his hands back to rest beside him. "You've been having them too, haven't you?"

It seems it should leave him as a question, but it's a somber, almost aching statement that makes something in your chest ache. Of course he wouldn't need a justification from you. Of course he'd been having them, too--

That ache, however, is not one you're given the chance to dwell on for long before you realize he's asked you something else that you have yet to answer. Yet, thankfully, before you think to ask for his words again, he instead explains, "Sometimes I find it helps to just…talk. It doesn't have to be about anything specific, but it might ground us a little…" You can faintly hear him shuffle in the background, shifting into a more proper sit as he muses, "Smiles used to help me with that back at the Academy…"

"Yeah." The word leaves you in such a quiet, shaking rush of a breath that you're surprised you can even hear yourself. "Yeah that–that sounds nice, I…" The rest of Mark's words seem to catch up with you, in the midst of the first level set of breaths you've felt yourself take in a minute. After a small pause of silence, you find your head tilting towards the call in full, like you'd be tilting to meet his gaze as you ask, "Wait, Smiles? You knew him then?"

"Oh yeah," he answers with a faint hint of a laugh, you can hear the smile in his voice as he adds, "I've known him forever. Ah--well, maybe not quite like that, but you get the gist; we go a long way back, same with me and Burt…" You can imagine him rubbing the back of his neck as his words trail, a small nervous tick he seems to have deep in thought before he asks, "What about you? I never saw you back at the Academy, but he talked about you a lot."

"He did? I--" You clear your throat, quickly making an effort to keep your train of thought from getting derailed. "Right, I…I was training under a different branch of the Academy originally, believe it or not…" A small huff amusement leaves you at the recollection; in a sense, barely any time had really passed at all since your Academy days, but throughout the repetition and cycling paths of timeline after timeline--

No, no, focus. Here and now, you're now and you're here.

"I met Smiles during the first mission I was assigned. I was in charge of Communications, Smiles was the Primary Navigator. We--I think this was only a few years back, did he ever talk to you about the test flights through the Gemini Belts?" You have to take a moment to catch yourself briefly when, on instinct, you lift your head again to meet your Engineer's words, as if you're looking out for him. You blink, focus set back to the call as you add, "I think that's when I was on--"

"The Corvus?" There's a hint of shock in his voice when he finds himself in recollection, like it's something he'd faintly forgotten until the present moment. "Yeah, he told me he had to chart emergency navigations with the Head Communications after a sudden siege, something happened to one of the wings…"

Said wing had been charred by the fury of cosmic wrath. Enough damage was done to the structure that the Corvus had threatened to tear itself apart if the balance was thrown further asunder. Smiles had posed the theory that if you kept a stable enough speed at just the right angle--not too fast to jump past activation speed in the few minutes you had available, but not too slow at the risk of preventing it either--for a suitable stretch of time, you could take the chance of manifesting warp drive to the closest planet. It was a risky plan at best, yet you knew full well there was no time to string together an alternate plan.

Somehow, you'd managed to structure the plan just well enough to work, ensuring that what small crew was present had made it into their cryopods before you sent a plea across the cosmos, sealing yourself along with your crew before warp drive had been achieved. It was a fluke in nearly all regards, the crash landing having nearly destroyed the front of the ship and having torn the last wing of the Corvus clean off, but you'd managed to pull it off. Even now, you remember the sheer, overwhelming surge of adrenaline that'd been coursing through you through every step, how you had nearly collapsed upon the planet's surface in pure relief when you learned that your call had been answered, when you'd seen Smiles emerge along with the rest of your rescued crew.

You hadn't thought there'd be anything as terrifying as that again.

"Sorry, I--" Mark's words bring you back to the present fully, back to the fabric of your sheets beneath your palms. A small gasp for a breath leaves you before he admits, "I don't know how I'm only now realizing that was you then…" There's a quiet air of marvel to his voice, and maybe it's the late hour or maybe it's how it seems to leave him with such a warm awe, but the words bring a small smile to you then. A surge of heat rises to your cheeks as you let the unspoken pride run through you briefly.

"But then--" You can hear him shift just slightly from where he's laying, setting down his panel as he readjusts his posture before he returns to you, "How did--there's no good way to ask this, um--" Mark's voice is muffled briefly, as if he turned aside in embarrassment. A deep twinge of sympathy runs through you as you can't help the hum that leaves you. Exhaustion has a tendency to mince words, you can't imagine how that's treated him.

"You're allowed to ask how I became the Captain, sometimes I wonder the same thing." You're certain it's the humor laced in the reassurance you speak that pulls a laugh out of Mark, and oh, you hadn't realized you were missing that. It's a moment much more brief than you'd wish for, but you know he's trying to listen to you talk. "Smiles was paired with me on most missions following the aftermath of the Corvus. He always found a way to keep me grounded in the thick of things, and I always knew I could trust his instincts."

"He's always had that about him," Mark affirms with a hum, spoken with a pride that tells you there's a handful of stories he could tell to back it up at the drop of a hat. He simply ends the affirmation there as he sets his focus back to you properly. Distantly, you make the note to ask him for a few of these stories another night.

"It was the mission before this one that I was given the rank of Captain. I'd only had the title for a few months before I boarded your ship, I almost couldn't believe it." A soft laugh leaves you at the admission before you continue, "I think…he was the one who told you about me, wasn't he?"

You can almost see him nod before he answers, "Smiles's always been close with the crew. We needed someone reliable to head the Invincible's mission, but we weren't finding anyone promising. He'd pulled me aside with your credentials one night, told me he had high hopes regarding us with you…" Mark pauses then, briefly caught in the small recollection before he admits, "I think that was the first time I'd actually heard your name before you boarded."

"I…" There's a sense of amusement that comes to you in the face of recollection, yet for much the same reason, there's a sudden sense of ache that threatens to fester in the pit of your chest at the thought. "…it's weird, I feel like there's still so much I haven't told you." Your voice is quieter than you expect it to be as you admit, "After everything we've done, yet after all this time, I--"

"I don't regret it."

There's a weight to his words that stops you right then. Whatever sense of nerves that had been threatening to dwell just seconds ago had been overtaken by a shock you couldn't pin at the unwavering certainty of his confession.

"I think…" There's a soft, weighing sort of silence on his end of the line, "…with everything said and done, I'm glad you got to find us. I'm…" There's a comfort, you find, to the tone that leaves him now as he searches for his words, something that only grows as he admits, "I'm glad I can get to know you, Captain."

"I'm…" There's a soft, buzzing kind of flutter his words leave in your chest, a calm that's almost hard for you to pin in full in the late hour, yet one you find welcome all the same. "I'm glad I can get to know you, too." There's a relief, an ease, to the breath that comes to you then. "Thank you."

The sentiment seems to catch him off guard, a notion that in turn shocks you much the same. He's careful, weighing, you can hear how he tries to gather his thoughts before he brings himself to almost sheepishly ask, "For what, Captain?"

"Humoring me tonight. Just listening to me talk, I suppose, but…" It's hard to know for certain if it's truly exhaustion or hesitance that makes you falter for just a moment, a soft sigh leaving you as you admit, "I didn't realize how long it's been since I've talked like this." There's a truth to this, of course, but there's something that won't quite leave your thoughts, can't be articulated in justice just yet: Saving me. You said I saved you, but I think you saved me, too.

"I just…" You can't see him on the other end of the line, likewise how he can't see you, but even still you hope he can picture the smile on your face as you say, warm and grateful, "Thank you." In the weight of your words alone, a content sense of safety cradles you, something you find only easier to sink into when you catch the soft hum that leaves him then. You can almost picture the soft, light smile that comes to him then as you shut your eyes, a sensation numbingly heavy yet welcome.

"Of course, Captain." There's a fond, vulnerable sense of earnestness to the words that leave him in a rumbling voice. "You would do the same for me." A small, faint sigh leaves him after a pause as you hear him shift. His voice sinks into something soft, murmuring as if he still couldn't completely believe it, "You have done the same for me."

"I'd do it all again." The words leave you in a low hush of breath, but the simplicity alone is enough to tell you both that your thoughts are not unfounded. You speak the words like a promise; in a sense they are that, yet the realization is still one that makes your heart skip when you catch it. While unspoken, this too is, perhaps, another mutual promise of yours. In the steady crawl of slumber finally embracing you, you miss the way your words make Mark's breath hitch.

It doesn't take long for sleep to truly set in after that, a distant sense of peace flowing through your senses and etched across your face. When you wake the next morning, it'll be hard to know for certain just how long it's been since you last had a chance of slumber as deep as this. With this revelation will come the faintest hint of embarrassment that the light of your panel, while low even in the dim light of the planet's sunrise, is still on.

This latter feeling won't have the chance to last for long when you catch the small string of words Mark will have sent you mere minutes prior to waking up. A simple "Good morning, Captain. Hope you slept well," and yet its simplicity will have a gust of energy and relief rush through you. You'll falter in your focus for only a brief instant before autopilot kicks in, and before long you find yourself stepping out into the dewy fields of the early June morning.

This might not be the last slumber you go without nightmares, but it certainly brings a welcome reprieve from them. It's a sentiment shared by your Engineer as he lets a fond hum leave him once the question of your name is answered after a pause with a soft snore. In the midst of your slumber, you miss the last of Mark's words before he ends the call. You miss the soft, tired breath that leaves him almost hesitantly, yet resolutely, before he murmurs, "Thank you for everything."

He has told you this before, he knows he has, but he doesn't think he can say it enough.

You have told him much the same. Be it spoken grand or simple, in the calm of the morning that follows, in the midst of whatever sort of days may follow, it's a sentiment you will not hesitate to affirm time and time again.

#leslie writes #cosmic atlas #engineer!mark x reader #(be sure to heed the warnings)#(I think this is the longest work I've written to date now)#(and right out of the gate I want to thank you for your time!!)

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Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

#(title is from Violet by Wild Party)#gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #I love them the sillies #this is straight up the softest of fluff #I got embarrassed and cringed writing this but I hope it's worth putting out there and someone else will enjoy it #there is NOT enough heist mark content #like what there is in terms of fics is SO GOOD don't get me wrong there's just not a lot #so I hope I can make some decent contributions for the heist stans out there lolol #it's always yancy this and illinois that and I love them too BUT HEIST MARK IS RIGHT THERE??#HE SPECIFICALLY BRINGS UP THAT YOU HAD PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED TO GO ON A DATE? WHY IS MY BOY SO OVERLOOKED #MAKE IT MAKE SENSE #I love this man... sorta underrated ego ngl #maybe bc he gets dumped in with actor which is valid and understandable tbh but like.. he's his own character too :(#sorry I'm very passionate #I'm just a sucker for friends to lovers basically #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier cu #heist mark #heist!mark #heist mark x y/n #heist mark x reader #mark iplier #amee writes #partners in crime

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Darkiplier x reader who finally confronts him for stealing their body and leaving them behind? Sobbing and filled with sorrow and rage as they scream at him, and Dark has the crushing feeling of remorse, because he had become so broken and bitter over the years that he hadn’t truly thought about what he and Celine had done to the reader. He hadn’t stopped to think about it, because he knew if he ever did that he would never be able to keep up the bitter rage to complete his mission of revenge against actor mark.

IDK, I just like the idea of the actor maybe starting out of getting the reader from the mirror and putting them in his stories, but that the memory wipe isn’t as good as he thinks it is, because the reader, every time they start to remember, chooses to stay, because at least actor came back for them. Because while actor mark is Dark’s villain because he stole his body and left him to die, technically, Dark did the same thing to the reader. So, Dark would technically be reader’s actor mark. So how can they ever be what they were before? How can they? Every time the reader looks at Dark, all they see is their own walking corpse.

Anyways, I like pain and angst and think that would be cool to be explored.

Prompt: “He came back for me. You didn’t. And you know what? I don’t need you anymore.”

This was so emotional to write. Thank you for this prompt! Angst is good for the soul sometimes. I hope you really enjoy it!

You and Mark had been on many adventures together. Many crazy situations you didn’t know how to escape, many fun times you never wanted to end…and all the while, he thought it was because you couldn’t remember who you were, what had happened—what he had done. Whatever he did to purge you of your memories faded more and more with time. There were inklings of the truth always there, always an option to leave and never look back. To leave the demon to his demons and rest your own soul.

But even though by now you remembered everything, knew what was going on, you stayed. You stayed by his side. You said yes to him, you never split up, you held on. Because despite the sins of his past—he always did the same for you. He found you, lost and broken, alone where your once best friend had left you. He picked up those shattered pieces and made something new, gave you a starring role right by his side. He called you friend.

Perhaps it was all a lie. A way to keep someone else trapped with him in this never ending purgatory; misery does love company, after all. But even so…he never abandoned you.

You were back in the void again, a familiar ringing, a familiar face. Dark stood before you, and you’d met him a thousand times before. But now was different. Now, you wouldn’t remain silent.

“I know the feeling of being trapped in his games,” Dark said, almost pleading with you to wake up, “But we don’t have to be.”

“We?” You scoffed, something in you set ablaze, “There is no ‘we’. You left me. You promised we would fix things together and then you left me.”

You start to shake. You’re standing before your own broken and battered corpse. You try to see Damien and Celine beneath it all, but…you can’t. Not anymore. All those years of solitude and pain boil to the surface in rage and sorrow.

“Do you have any idea how long I waited, scrounging my mind for even the smallest bit of hope that you would return for me,” tears quickly form in your eyes and spill down your cheeks, “You were so caught up in your thirst for revenge that you discarded me like an old cloth and left me to rot! But you know who found me? You know who saw my broken soul and helped me? Mark.”

You took a step forward, your anger fueling you. “Mark gave me a second life. I’m not trapped in his games, Dark. I’ve chosen to stay because he actually gave enough of a fuck to come back for me!” You glare at him. “You talk about him and his sins, but you’re the same as him. You betrayed me. Your friend. I trusted you! And you tricked me and stole my body. You’re just like him.”

Dark scowls, staring at you, but he says nothing. He has no defense, no excuse. And for the first time in so, so long…the burning rage is dampened and in its place are the cold ashes of remorse. He’s never felt more pain than this moment, when his friend…former friend, pierced him with the ugly truth. He never stopped to think of you left in that mirror because of him. He convinced himself that somehow you were in the mirror because of Mark. But it was him. The two of you could have left that manor together and tried to pick up the pieces, leaving Mark alone with no story to tell. But he played into his hands.

“So he’s gotten what he wanted,” you say bitterly, “You are the villain. And he’s the hero.”

Dark’s she’ll cracks into a million versions of himself, screaming in agony and rage. Still, he says nothing.

You turn and start walking. Just as you could choose to leave Mark at any point…you can leave him in his void. Mid-step, you stop and turn around. Fire still burns in your eyes, and your next words are a knife to Dark’s heart.

“He came back for me. You didn’t. And you know what?” There’s venom in every syllable. “I don’t need you anymore.”

In the blink of an eye, you’re standing in the control room of the Invincible II, staring out the window into the cold vacuum of space. You’ve let go, you think. You’ve accepted your role, took back some semblance of power over your own life. But still…it’s a hollow victory.

“Thank you,” Mark says beside you, looking towards your new home planet. You look at him, his eyes so sincere it makes your heart ache. So much that you don’t stop to wonder if he’s just being a good actor.

“For not giving up on me,” he says with a soft grateful smile.

You reach out and grip his shoulder in a friendly gesture. Your friend. Your captor. Your hero.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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