We Need to Talk

Harry liked Malfoy.

It was still pretty weird to admit. He didn’t know if he’d ever really get used to the fact that he and the boy he had hated so much had ended up here.

Here being inside a small broom cupboard on the third floor. Malfoy’s arms loosely draped around his waist. Harry resting against him and gripping the sides of Malfoy’s shirt while resting his forehead on the other boy’s shoulder. Both boys trying to even out their breathing after a heated snog session.

He liked this. And he was pretty sure Malfoy liked it too. He certainly hadn’t complained when Harry had stuck his tongue down his throat. Or when they had ground their hips together until each reaching their climax.

Harry lifted his head a fraction of an inch to stare at the small, dark red marks that were dotted up and down Malfoy’s neck. He was embarrassed that he had lost control like that. Again. He really hadn’t meant for this to happen.

He had meant for them to talk. To discuss this thing between them. But as soon as he had closed the cupboard door Malfoy had pulled him close and ghosted a kiss across his lips and Harry had just… melted.

And it just kept happening like that. Harry would decide that it was finally time to talk. To figure out what this attraction between them actually meant. But just when he would get him alone, Malfoy would become surprisingly gentle and intimate with him.

One time Malfoy had stroked his cheek slowly with the back of his hand before kissing him tenderly. Another time he had grabbed his hand and kissed each finger softly before lightly sucking on one. One time he had simply just held him as he breathed in the scent of Harry’s shampoo.

It threw Harry off every time and drove him completely mad. It made his breath catch in his throat and his cock thicken in his pants. It was incredibly arousing and yet, just sosweet. And so unlikeMalfoy.

But maybe it was just the fact that it was Malfoy that made him like it so damn much.

Harry finally separated from the other boy, grimacing at the cool, wet stickiness he felt in his trousers. Malfoy let his hands slip from Harry’s waist and pulled out his wand to cast a cleaning charm on them both. He pressed one final chaste kiss to Harry’s lips before pulling away and making to open the cupboard door.

“See you, Potter.”

“Wait, no.”

Malfoy stopped without turning around.

“What,” he sighed.

Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him back so they were facing each other again.

“We need to talk,” Harry said, still firmly holding Malfoy’s hand.

“About?” Malfoy sighed again and quirked one eyebrow, looking positively bored.

“Us. This… What is this?” Harry said quietly. He was serious this time. He wasn’t going to let Malfoy get away again without a solid answer.

Malfoy just stared at him. But Harry thought he could just see one side of his mouth curl upward as if a smile were threatening to escape.

“We’re going to be late for Charms,” he said calmly before giving Harry’s hand a light squeeze and then trying to pull away again. Harry only held on tighter.

“I don’t care.”

Malfoy looked down at their joined hands and seemed to think for a few seconds before intertwining their fingers and doing the same thing with their other hands too.

“What do you want this to be, Potter?” he asked seriously.

Harry opened his mouth to say something and then paused, closing it again. He didn’t know what he wanted. Because despite wanting to talk to Malfoy about the why of it all, he honestly hadn’t thought that far.

“I don’t know,” he said. He took a deep breath. “I just know… that I like this.”

“Mmm,” Malfoy hummed. He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching. Harry watched as his cool, grey eyes looked up at him from under his eyelashes. He whispered, “I like it, too,” and kissed him again, soft and slow.

Harry felt himself melting into the kiss and beginning to forget everything he had been so determined to talk about. It didn’t feel important anymore.

But just as things were starting to pick up speed, Malfoy pulled away abruptly, opening the cupboard door and slipping out before Harry could stop him, and said over his shoulder, “We really need to get to class.”

Harry stood there frozen for a few seconds as he watched Malfoy walk away. No, he thought. It’s now or never.

He shook himself and started running until he caught up to the blonde. He was just about to grab his arm when Malfoy whipped around as quick as lightning and pushed the center of Harry’s chest with one hand until he was pressed flush up against the wall. Harry opened his mouth in protest, but Malfoy covered it with his other hand, silencing him.

“No, Potter,” he said angrily. “We’re not discussing this anymore. You said yourself you don’t know what you want, and I’m not going to figure it out for you. Whatever you want, whatever you want this to be—want us to be, it doesn’t matter. Not to me, anyway. I’m here, Potter. And I’m all in. I’ve been all in with you since the day we met. And I was all in when you hated me. I was all in when you wanted to fight. I was all in when you kissed me a month ago. And I will be all in if you decide you want more than this. I’m here, Potter. In whatever way you want me, I’m here.”

Harry stood there in shock, eyes wide open. Malfoy’s cheeks were flushed pink from either anger or embarrassment, Harry didn’t know which. They stared at each other intensely for a few moments before Harry felt Malfoy’s hands slide away from him, releasing him from his firm hold.

He seemed to shake himself slightly before saying, “Now, some of us actually need to do well in their N.E.W.T.’s. So, I’ll see you in Charms.” He turned and walked away and Harry finally let him go, slumping against the wall again, thinking hard.

His mind was reeling from what Malfoy had said. He couldn’t have asked for more honesty, even if he had given Malfoy some Veritaserum. He still didn’t know what he wanted, or where he wanted this… relationship to go. But what Malfoy had given him during his little speech was… time to figure it all out. With no pressure.

So Harry liked Malfoy. That much he knew.

And for now, that was enough. He knew Malfoy would be there when he figured it all out.

Darkiplier’s Manipulation is Rather Easy to Spot

I was rewatching “A Date With Markiplier” and going down the first route I did (which got the Chocolate Ending), and I noticed something. I’m not sure whether or not this was intentional, but I think it’s a nice detail.

Dark always acts more serious than Mark, and it’s actually a pretty big sign of Dark’s manipulation. Just listen to the dialogue that both Marks are saying when you have to shoot one of them at the end of the “FREEDOM” video.

Left (Mark): Shoot him! Shoot him now! You don’t have much time. He’s going to kill everybody! …What’re you talk–? Wh-Why are you even debating this?! Shoot him! Shoot him now! He’s Dark, I’m Mark! You have to trust me, not him! He’s a liar! He’s weird, he’s got weird eyes and all that stuff… Don’t trust him at all! Please, shoot him, now!

Right (Dark): Shoot him! Shoot him, now please! Shoot him right now, please. Shoot him. He needs to die. He is Dark, he’s a bad influence. He takes over everything that you ever loved! Please, shoot him right now! Don’t listen to him. He’s a liar. Please shoot him! He is a bad man, and does bad things to good people. You have to trust me…

Mark has said that Dark is a social manipulator, so Dark wants it to seem like he genuinely cares about you by trying to point out how “Dark” is bad and he needs to die, for your safety of course. Dark also seems a lot more… troubled about the situation, I guess you could say. He’s a pretty good actor, but listen to Mark. Even when trying to convince you to shoot someone, he finds it fit to mention that the other is “weird” and “has weird eyes, and all that stuff…” He also actually mentions you in a way other than saying, “Shoot him!”, which I believe shows he’s actually paying attention to you while Dark isn’t. All this seems rather awkward, compared to the relatively charismatic spiel Dark is giving about the other being a truly bad person, at least. It just seems overdone in analyzation. When you look into it, our awkward goofball is rather easy to spot between the pair.

It’s also interesting to note that in this, Mark seems more concerned about the fact Dark’s going to kill others and use you, while Dark is only concerned that you kill Mark so he can take control. When I did this the first time, I was only watching the movements and saw that Dark was on the left before you looked down, and that the Mark on the right (actually Dark) took off the caution tape, which supposedly “Mark” was wearing when he came in (bless Tyler he barely fit into that suit). Thus, I shot the wrong Mark and doomed myself to eternal damnation with the demon Darkiplier.

Also, as stated in one of the charity livestreams, Dark doesn’t have a shadow. The video annotations popped up before I could even fathom to check something like that that, so
 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ oops. Sorry, Mark.

I believe there’s enough stuff there for evidence, but under the cut I go through the actions of the Chocolate and Vanilla endings that show these behaviours as well, as well as a brief mention of Markiplier TV. (I didn’t want this post to appear too long). If you’re interested, I will see you under the cut!

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