Dark always tries stuff with me.. I mean, I don't get why he's like this sometimes. Horny demon... Anyway, best not get off track, eh?
He looked at me, I met his gaze of deep black iris' or were they a deep chestnut brown..? Neither of us spoke, I tried to find words or answer his question. I opened my mouth to speak. "W-What..? What does t-that even mea-" I was interrupted, my phone vibrated. "Don't just look at her ass, eat it!". I blushed deeper, grabbing my phone and saw the notification. It wasn't anything big but I looked back at Dark who looked confused. "What the actual hell was that?!" He said, looking at my phone. Sighing, I held the bridge of my nose. "...Patrick Stump.." I replied, embarrassed. "Who is that?" He asked, seeming angry. "Someone you're seeing? Hm?". I put my phone away quickly, "no no no.. He's from a band, that's my notification tone.. My friend put it on for me..".
The demons facial expression softened, almost relieved. "Fine.. Which band?" He asked, sliding his big, strong and warm arms around my waist, "Fall Out Boy" I replied, resting my forehead against his. He smiled, for the first time, he was happy.
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Living with Darkiplier
FanfictionA strange man seems to appear in your home, he seems familiar.. Diary style first person POV of your adventures with everyones favourite tall, dark 'n' creepy boy; Darkiplier!
