It's DARKiplier (Reader×Darkiplier Fanfic)

Chapter 17~

Dark's P.O.V:

I looked down at my pale hands as Wilford continued rambling on about his career. The heavy scent of booze and smoke confused my senses as I tried to look like I was at least paying my friend a little attention. Honestly, I'd stopped listening hours ago but he didn't seem to notice. I knew he just loved the sound of his own voice and apparently so did the ladies. Two girls, probably in their early twenties, were sat gazing flirtatiously at him, with their raccoon eyes and fake blonde hair extensions galore. This outing to a local pub was supposed to make me happy...But I let Wilford have his fun. It's not his fault that all I could think about was y/n. I'd brought this on myself. Usually these kinds of places were my kind of thing, downing shot after shot and forgetting my troubles.

Speaking of...I downed another shot, gritting my teeth as the liquid burned my throat. God why couldn't I just forget about her already?!

"Dark." I felt Wilford stiffen beside me suddenly and I frowned, looking up, to see him staring past me to the seat beside me. Casually, I glanced over at the man sat next to me, a small frown tugging at my lips. Black boots, dark skinny jeans, accompanied by a leather jacket and ...A shock of messy green hair caught my attention as piercing blue eyes caught my gaze and refused to let go.

Antisepticeye. I should have known.

"Well if it isn't my bestie Darkie!" A soft hypnotic giggle escaped Anti's lips as his icy eyes narrowed at my companion. "Lookin pale there, Wilford."

"Not as pale as your Irish arse." Wilford snorted, leaning forward threateningly. I subtly positioned myself in between the two, resting a hand on Wilford's knee, signalling for him to stay out of this. "Fine then. Have it your way, Dark." The journalist stood up, snatching his beer and huffily walking over to the two admiring ladies. My eyes never left Anti as he slowly swallowed his drink, taking all the time in the world.

He was just as arrogant as the last time we met. And just as infuriating. Finally, his sharp blue eyes met mine again, a devilish smirk sliding up his pale face. Something in me stirred at the familiarity of it and a small grin formed on my lips in response, without me realizing. "So Anti, what brings you to LA?" I asked casually, leaning my elbows comfortably on the bar. Anti smiled a sharp toothed grin, watching me like a cat watches a mouse.

"Oh y'know, this and that..." The man practically purred in that thick Irish accent of his. Although Anti and Jack shared similar looks, Anti's voice was a soft Irish accent, deeper and more hypnotizing than Jack's harsh loud accent that assaulted your eardrums mercilessly. And where Jack was as harmless as a fruit fly...Anti was not someone to be trifled with.

The Irish man was clearly relishing in the fact that he had my attention, as he took another slow swig of his drink, his Adam's apple moving tantalizingly slow as he swallowed. God, he could be so frustrating. I gave him an irritable look and he sighed dramatically, finally answering my question. "Fine. Jack dragged me along with him so he could go to one of his dumb conventions and I decided it would be a good opportunity to see you. Better?"I raised my eyebrows, lazily sitting up and imitating his voice.

"Aw Anti, ya came all t'is way just ta see little ol' me?"His bright eyes darkened slightly, but he shrugged it off.

"Why wouldn't I want to see my Darkiebaby?"

"Oh god." I groaned at the horrifying nickname, eliciting a hysterical giggle from Anti. "Call me that again and I'll cut your throat."

"Whatever you want, Darkipoo."

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Your P.O.V:

"Mark are you sure about this?...You don't have to pay y'know, I can just-"

"Don't be silly y/n! This is my treat." Mark smiled widely at you as you both looked at the menu's in the cute cafe you'd decided to go to. The morning sun shone through the glass, pleasantly warming your skin from the cold outside as Mark decided on what he wanted. Since Dark had disappeared the night before, Mark had suggested taking you out for breakfast and relieving some of the tension in the air, which you'd happily agreed to.

You had to admit, hanging out with the excitable goofball sat opposite you made you already forget all of your troubles. He was just so sweet. Mark raised an eyebrow as you suddenly realized you were staring and you quickly looked away, blushing. He chuckled deeply and nudged you gently under the table with his foot, which you returned.

"So Y/n have you decided what you'd like?"

"Uhmm..." You glance down briefly at the menu again. "Uh can I have waffles and a strawberry milkshake?"

"Woah slow down, that's too healthy." He laughed again and before you could argue, he added. "I'll have the same."You giggle as he calls over a pretty waitress, telling her your orders.

"Sure thing honey." The waitress smiled flirtatiously, batting her fake eyelashes at Mark and making you feel instantly feel nauseous. She was so pretty and you felt your stomach twist as Mark returned the smile, looking away.You suddenly felt one of Mark's hands rest on yours, making you look up into his soothing chocolate eyes.

"Hey...Stop pouting, I'm not interested in her." He murmured softly, keeping his eyes on you. A delicate blush rose up your cheeks as you looked down at your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. You weren't sure how you felt about Mark, or Dark for that matter, but all you knew was that whatever it was...It was strong. And you liked the way Mark made you feel. Mark's thumb traced circles over your knuckles and you felt yourself smile softly up at him. It was so nice just to hang out with Mark like this.

One thing you knew for certain though, you definitely wanted to this again.