long goodbye*

Star Crossed - Part 5 (H.S AU)- “Sweet Creature“

Maddie POV

 I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard my phone ringing on my bed. It’s an unknown number. Feeling brave, I answered the call and brought the device up to my ear.


“Left before saying goodbye, did we?” Harry. His voice sounds dark. It’s deeper, and his accent thicker. I take a few seconds to calm my weak knees after hearing him speak.

“I’m sorry, I wish I could have stayed long enough to say goodbye to you guys, but I’ve still got so much to pack, and I’ve gotta put together a game plan for move-in day tomorrow.”

“I was hoping you might mention tomorrow. I was wondering if maybe you would like some help transporting your stuff so that you don’t have to make so many trips.” He was sweet, a part of my half expected that when he woke up this morning he’d be a completely different person. That maybe the alcohol was what lead to him being so kind toward me, and that it potentially wasn’t how he always acted towards people.

“That would be such a life saver, thank you, Harry.”

“ ‘s not a problem. Just text me your address, and I’ll swing by whenever you’re ready tomorrow.”


“Have a good day, love,” ‘Love.’ There go my knees again. Whenever he called me that I felt my stomach doing summersaults and I could sense how flustered it made me look and feel. The way that word rolled off of his tongue was mesmerizing. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to hint at something, or if that was just something he called every girl he spoke to.

“…Maddie, you there?” shit.

“Oh-uh-ya,-sorry, uh thank you, you too.”

“A’right, bye love.” The line went dead, but before he hung up I heard him laugh. Well, that’s not embarrassing or anything.

I try to shake it off and go back to wrapping the furniture in my room. About a week ago, my mom and I ordered a new bed for my new living space, because she wanted my bed to be here in case I ever decided to spend the night during visits. As long as he-who-shall-not-be-named was living here, though, that was highly unlikely. I am really concerned about Robin staying here. She’s too young to understand exactly what’s going on and too outsized to defend herself in any sense - verbally, physically, or otherwise – in any way.  

So, being the protective big sister I have always had to be, I sat Robin down and told her what I wanted to do whenever she was in a threatening situation. And if she and Chuck were the only ones in the house, she was to lock the door in my old room, and inside my old bathroom. It wasn’t fullproof but it was enough to at least slightly settle my nerves. When I decided it was time to have a chat with my mom regarding the mansion, she told me that Niall had said on record that he didn’t want us to pay for anything, which made me feel like utter crap because that house is anything but cheap. I am hopeful that I can find a way to make it up to him, and all of the ‘lads’ for that matter after what they’ve so generously provided me.


It was noon the next day when a black Range Rover pulled into the driveway. When it’s door swung open, out stepped none other than Harry Styles. His navy beanie had tucked away all the long curls residing atop his head, with small tufts poking out in the front. He clearly dressed for today’s wind, because he had on a soft army green jacket over his red t-shirt. I’m pretty sure his favorite thing to wear are skinny jeans, seeing as he is wearing another pair right now- these being a dark shade of denim. His outfit was completed by the slightly distressed brown boots that ended at his ankles. He seems to wear those style shoes a lot as well. I wish so badly that  I could say he didn’t look good, but that’d be a lie. Every time I had seen him so far he and his sense of style had taken my breath away, which was a dangerous thought because it only drew me to him more.

I rushed down the steps and opened the door, ushering him inside.

He pulled me in for a quick hug with one arm, bidding me a quick good afternoon before we headed out to the garage and got my new bed which was delivered in a box. We loaded up my mom’s car as much as we could, which surprising only left a few boxes to be packed into Harry’s car. We were back in my room grabbing the last of the boxes when I heard a little knock on my door startling both Harry and myself. We whipped our heads in the direction of the noise.

“Can I help?” Robin beamed up at me. Her thick hair was pulled into two large French braids that I recognized as our mother’s work.

“Do you think you can handle it little bird? This box is reaalllly heavy?” I held up the lightest box up, knowing she could carry it, but the look on her face when she felt strong was worth it.

“Yes! I am a strong independent woman,” she nodded proudly and marched forward, toward me while Harry silently laughed.

“Oh, Harry this is my little sister, Robin. Little bird this is my…” shit what do I call him, “my housemate Harry.” His face faltered slightly at my statement but nevertheless, he kneeled down and held out a hand for Robin to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Robin” he smiled brightly at her with those cute dimples coming into play. She stares at his hand before slowly reaching out and shaking it.

“Are you sure he’s Irish?” she squints at me in a questioning manner, “aren’t Irish people short, and don’t they wear green?”

“Oh my gosh, Robin, okay, one - my…partner is Niall, and two - this is Harry - I met him because he’s friends with Niall.” She looks back over to Harry.

“Hi,” he waves with a laugh, staying squatted down to her level seemingly nervous from her staring.

“I like your hat.” She pokes it.

“Thank you, I like your hair” he wiggles both braids in his hands.

“I like him,” she turns back to me and smiles, making me roll my eyes. 

“Alright little bird, let’s get these last boxes in the car.” She nods and grabs the box I assigned her and walks off.

“At least one of you likes me,” Harry scoffs. My eyes almost fly out of their sockets. 

“What? Harry-”

“ ‘He’s my housemate’ ” he says in a girl’s voice, “ ‘I know him ‘cause of Niall’…”  there’s a brief, sad pause, “do you…not wanna be friends?

“What? No, Harry of course I do!” he smiles at my statement. I stand there unsure of what to do, so I fidget with my fingers.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” I joke and turn around. He quickly grabs my right arm and whips me back around so fast that I bump into his chest.

“Sorry,” I push myself off of him gently. I return to fidgeting once more.

“Why are you so nervous around me?” his eyes are filled with curiosity, but he’s smiling slightly, with his dimples on display again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just…I’ve never actually had a friend before,” I confess.

“Oh,” he looks surprised. “Well, in that case, I’m honored to be your first” he turns around with a dopey smile and grabs the box, exiting my room. I follow suit and walk behind him while he marches like Robin did. When we meet Robin at the front door, she’s tapping her foot impatiently. This kid I swear.

Placing the three boxes in the back of Harry’s car, he reaches up and closes the trunk.

“I think that’s everything,” I sigh.

“Can we play outside one last time before you go?” she pouted up at me. It felt kind of strange having another soul present when she asked me that question, but strange in a good way. It had always been just me and my little bird of a sister against the world.

“I don’t know little bird…” I glance over to Harry. He’s probably going to think it’s lame.

“Pleeaaaaase Maddie? Harry can play too.”

“What game do you want us to play, Robin?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Tag,” she smiles wickedly. She know’s I hate running.


“Aw come on, Maddie, don’t say no just because you’re gonna lose.” He shakes his head.

“Yeah!” Robin nods, secretly fist-bumping Harry. She thinks I don’t see it but I do, and he gives it away with his adorable smile. I stand there with my mouth agape and stare at both of them as if I am offended.

“Alright, fine. You’re on.” I start walking towards the house, and tap Harry’s shoulder smugly, “You’re it!” I sprint through the house into the backyard, with Robin, Harry chasing after us shortly behind.

Harry’s POV

The crisp, windy air was filled with the sounds of laughter and feet hitting grass as we all took turns chasing each other. I had finally caught up to Maddie when we reached the backyard, so she was “it again.” Once she tagged Robin I decided to go easy with my speed, wanting to put a smile on her face before Maddie and I have to leave. We were all spread out amongst the various different flowers in the garden, without a single worry in the world. The only problem was that I was starting to grow very fond of Maddie, and that was something to worry about. So when Robin caught me, I immediately threw myself in Maddie’s direction.

When I caught up to her, I threw her off guard by wrapping my arms around her from the back and swinging her around. She blessed our ears with the beautiful sound of her laughing before I gently placed her back on her two feet, and she turned around to face me. The smile on her face was so radiant, that it felt like it was eclipsed when she realized our close proximity, and her face turned serious. I wanted nothing more than to lean in and press my lips against her there in that moment. So badly it almost felt painful.

The only sound that could be heard was the both of us trying to catch our breath. We just stood there, and all I could do was stare at her beautiful blue-green eyes. Trying to push aside how I longed to reach out and kiss her, I threw myself backward onto the ground, acting tired, and heard laughter emitting both her and Robin.

She was a sweet creature, Maddie’s sister. A lot like Maddie in that very sense. Maddie is by far one of the sweetest people I have ever met.

“You find my death amusing?” I said between breaths. Maddie doesn’t say anything, but she lies down next to me on the ground and turns her head to look at me. And just like that, with the simplest of her gestures, I wanted to get to know Maddie Parker, and that was a very dangerous thought.

I looked through our conversations when we used to be on cloud nine and in love, these were the times you told me how lucky you are to have a girl like me, how thankful you are because you never received such love I was giving to you and whatever happens, you will never let me go. The words you said mean everything to me and it stabs my heart, realizing that these words mean nothing anymore. I can’t help myself but to cry my heart out till the sun has set. The pain is too heavy to bear, the love I believed to be true and different was gone. We used to be over the moon, but the present tells the opposite. This is stupid of me to say but, I won’t deny the fact that I miss you so much. I love you, I still do. But somehow, I’ve come with the thought that I can’t do anything anymore, I need to let you go because it’s the right thing to do. I’ve decided to finally move on and this would be the last time I would cry over you because there was nothing left to hold on to and I can’t hold on to something that doesn’t want to be held.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I was the reason why you let things end. I’m sorry for the terrible mistake I made, I never blamed you for deciding to end this because you were hurt and I understand. I only have myself to blame. But, I was hoping you would’ve understood, that I did it for us. I always feared the day would come, the day you will finally won’t take back the words you’ve said. I’m sorry for the other things that have hurt you, for the things that made you cry, jealous and mad. 

Thank you. I’m thankful that I met you because you have given me a temporary bliss. I laughed and smiled because of you. Somehow, you made me feel loved and beautiful in a short period of time. Thank you for the good days: the days we felt unstoppable like we’re flying high, when holding your hand felt like home, leaning on your shoulders made me feel secure and hearing your voice sound like the angels are singing. It was worth it, being loved and loving you. Thank you for making me realize how capable I am to love someone. You proved forever within a number of days. You were the greatest and worst thing ever happen to me. 

Goodbye. This will be the last time that I will write you a message, I’ll accept the fact that some things are meant to end, even though I used to believe that you won’t let that happen. I did everything I could to make you stay, but I guess your life no longer includes me because, you’re happy now and I can see that clearly. You already found a love that’s all the things ours couldn’t be. I hope you find overwhelming joy by her side, I hope she won’t hurt you and make you cry. I hope for the best for the both of you. It hurts but I’ve accepted the painful truth that I am just a distant memory now. I don’t regret loving you, but what I regret is that I let myself believe that this would last.

I won’t forget you and the memories, I will always keep you alive in my heart. I’ll just get used to not having you in my life anymore. Deep within my heart knows getting over you won’t be simple. I need to stop loving you so I can start loving myself again. You were a painful blessing, but you were also a great lesson. I guess you’re just another chapter of my life needed to end. I still and will pray for your safety and happiness even though I’m in pain right now, I still believe you deserve the best. I hope you find everything in her that you couldn’t find in me. You will always be my greatest love.

—  S.L // unsent last message
So in the process of moving on, we learn to hate the person we once loved.
Because it’s easier to hate them, than it is to deal with the fact that you still love them. It’s easier to keep this cold attitude against them, than it is to realize they’re never coming back, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about that.
—  F.F. // Thoughts after you left #4
You know if your girlfriend asks you to hold her hand or buy her flowers, its never really about those things. its about how she wants to feel special every once in a while. she wants to be taken by surprise. she just wants to feel loved. Its about those thing. so hold her hand in public unexpectedly or get her flowers without telling her today.
—  I hope he buys you flowers and holds your hand.

anonymous asked:

Loving the text messages!! Keep up the good work! Also if you don't mind could you describe darks and antis personalities according to you?

Absolutely!!! Beware though, I’m about to wax poetic because I LOVE these two characters. I’m sorry that this post is so long but I’m NOT putting it under a cut because I worked on this for over a fucking hour instead of writing my history paper and I want at least one person to actually read it. :P

I’m gonna go a little in depth with what I believe is their canon personalities according to my interpretation and then how I incorporate those interpretations into Texts From Dark And Anti. Some of you may be surprised to find that I actually heavily take their canonical personalities into account when I make my edits; it’s not all just dick jokes and memes for the sake of notes. Texts From Dark And Anti is my love letter to these two characters, and I’ve gone to great lengths to portray them in the best way possible.

But enough babbling. Let’s start with Dark.

CANON PERSONALITY: Master Manipulator and Sexual Predator

Originally posted by markimemey

Per Mark, Dark is a master manipulator. He’s a snake in the grass, ready to tell you anything and everything you need to hear in order to get what he wants from you.

I’d argue that this often works for him. Obviously he’s a very good actor if he’s able to mimic Mark perfectly in the “Chocolate” ending, so that makes me think that he’s able to assume whatever personality and/or extend whatever favors he needs to to trick his victims into abiding by him.

But it’s also worth mentioning that Dark’s biggest weakness (arguably) is his jealousy. As Mark said, Dark’s extremely jealous of Mark, and he wants everything that Mark has: wealth, fame, success, and devoted fans. I’d be willing to believe that that last thing is what rubs Dark wrong the most.

Evidence? Mark’s fans are exactly what he goes after. Wanna know what’s freakier? IT FUCKING WORKED.

Mark took all of his fans out on a date. All of us adored him for it. Dark got jealous of this, so he infiltrated the date and tried to get us to support him instead. And when Tyler Mark showed up to fight him, Dark didn’t kill him himself. He manipulated us into doing it for him.

And what brings this home is that Dark has had the longest lasting potential out of anything to come out of this video. All of the other memes and references have lost their luster by now, but the resurgence of Dark-related fan art, ask/rp blogs, edits, and memes are still going strong. Dark infiltrated our date and convinced us to love him and worship him the same way that we do Mark, and we fucking fell for it.

So why does he do this? Is it just because he’s a jealous prick? Partially, but I think that, canonically, there’s more to it. I think it’s because he thrives on his ability to hold power over people, which is comparable to–get ready for it–sexual predators.

Dark exhibits a lot of the traits we normally attribute to these criminals. He’s attractive, charismatic, extremely manipulative, and sadistic. He says things like, “I can give you anything,” and, “If it’s dinner you want, I can provide.” Provide is an interesting word choice here, because that’s what society has dictated the man in a relationship should do. He even acts seductive: arching his neck, eye-fucking the camera, and he even blows us a kiss (see below). But the way that he grabs and shakes us periodically throughout his mental breakdown betrays his inner sadism and anger issues, also common among sexual predators. I absolutely think that based on Dark’s behavior and what we know about him, he’s totally down to fuck anyone and everyone in order to get what he wants–consensual or otherwise. And I definitely think he’ll enjoy it.

Originally posted by mirrorthehorse

I wouldn’t necessarily say that Dark is a nymphomaniac. As an otherworldly being, it’s entirely possible he doesn’t even have a sex drive. But sexual predators don’t usually rape their victims just to get their dicks wet. Usually, it’s a power issue; they want to feel like they have mastery over something, and that they are dominant and in control. Given Dark’s obsession with taking all of Mark’s glory away from him, coupled with his violent mood swings and sadism, I would say that sexual assault is probably just one of the many ways he appeases his insatiable appetite for power and manipulation. And I’d even bet that it’s one of his go-to’s.

In Texts From Dark And Anti, I normally portray Dark as a bitter old demon who doesn’t understand memes and doesn’t want to put up with anybody’s shit. But I didn’t just do this for fun; I did it because I could see Dark being jaded in real life. Off-camera, when he’s not trying to seduce us into adoring him over Mark, I could see him being sick of being overlooked. He’s old, even by Mark’s channel’s standards, and up until “A Date With Markiplier”, he wasn’t mainstream in the fandom at all–not fun for someone who craves the adoration of others. So he’d definitely be off-put by Anti’s much younger, more erratic personality, and in a bad mood he’d bitch at him for it. But in a good mood, he’d use it to his advantage to get whatever he wants–sex, souls, and anything else his blackened heart desires, both for the reward and the thrill of not having to do it himself.

Now let’s talk about Anti.

CANON PERSONALITY: Chaotic Psychopath

Originally posted by treblegirl

Jack has been near-silent on his personal interpretation of Anti (although he’s stated that he definitely has a personal canon that he refuses to share, the little fucker), so all of this is going to come from speculation and what we see onscreen.

While Dark chose to make his debut in one long, continuous, elegant appearance, Anti showed up randomly throughout the month of October, with no prelude and no explanation as to why he was there. Also in contrast to Dark’s smooth, charismatic personality, Anti is visibly unstable, jittery, and psychotic. Both he and Dark exhibit bloodlust, but Anti doesn’t hide it. He doesn’t hold back any of his sociopathic tendencies, going so far as to murder his host on camera for the world to see.

We don’t exactly know what Anti’s agenda is, but that’s just it: I don’t think he has one. At least, not one beyond the psychotic urge to kill as much and as many people as he can. Even in “Say Goodbye”, all he does is laugh at/condemn the viewer for not warning Jack and saving him. The other times he was on camera in October, he was glitchy, with several different appearances (fangs, gauges, blood, etc.) and contorted, unsettling body movements, making me think that Anti is a supernatural being that thrives on chaos and bloodshed.

But  Anti doesn’t just want to cause havoc–he wants to cause havoc and get the credit he deserves for it. That’s why he showed up so much on camera without Jack noticing; he was there for us, not him. Then he made a big deal about us not telling Jack what was going on, condemning us for our failure to make his existence well-known. Then he crashed Jack’s panel at PAX, angry at us for “forgetting” him. He’s not trying to garner our support like Dark is; if anything, he wants us to be terrified of him.

Originally posted by redthereaper07

But personally, if I had to choose between being locked in a room with Dark and being locked in a room with Anti, I’d choose Anti in a heartbeat. Because even though Anti is more obviously psychotic, at least I’d know I would be killed quickly–unlike Dark, who would torture and manipulate me verbally, physically, and possibly even sexually for an indeterminate amount of time. This is Anti’s downfall, I think; Dark disguises his true nature with seduction and charisma, but because Anti’s so unpredictable and surface-level, he identifies himself as a very obvious threat, ironically making him a little easier to understand.

Thus, my interpretation of him in Texts From Dark And Anti reflects this (albeit in a more comedic way). Anti loves memes and silly trends because he wants to stick out in a way that’ll gain recognition. He’s more up-to-date with Internet trends and slang because he’s much younger than Dark–but that also means that he’s more gullible, and a lot of simple things go over his head. Basically all of his emotions are double that of Dark’s, and he makes no efforts to disguise them. He’s also much more privvy to senseless murder than Dark. This speaks highly of his psychotic tendencies and general disregard for any order or secrets he could be bothering to keep. What you see of Anti is what you get: an easily-excitable, always-ready-to-fuck-shit-up killing machine.

Originally posted by markired

So…yeah. That’s pretty much my piece. Told you it’d be long. X’D

But tysm for asking!! And if any of you bothered reading this far, PLEASE reblog or leave a reply with your thoughts on my interpretation of these two characters and how you characterize them personally. I’m super crazy interested in the lore around these two (or lack thereof), which is why I created Texts From Dark And Anti in the first place. ^_^

Our friends asked about you.
Saying your name didn’t hurt like it used to.
I told them I haven’t heard from you,
And for months now that’s the truth.

This is the longest we’ve been apart.
Almost a year now but it feels like it’s been longer.
I still feel the cracks in my heart,
But every day without you I grow stronger.

—  K.N.B.

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