For Better Or Worse (Darkiplier x Reader) [Completed]

All Joking Aside

Dark set me down in front of the ladder to the loft. "Can you make it up there okay?" "Yes mom," I sighed. We both laughed, something I haven't done for a while.

A few minutes later he came back with a wet rag and some gauze and began to clean up my cut. "Who the hell was that?" I asked. He sighed, "His name is Antisepticeye. To be honest, I don't know why he went after you. He's always had a special liking to me that I can't really figure out. So I apologize that he did this to you, it's my fault." I looked at him confused. Do demons even apologize? His eyes shifted from my cut to my eyes, then back down to my cut.

"What?" he asked. "Uh, nothing. You don't need to apologize. I guess I deserved it." He looked at me with his full attention, "Maybe you do, maybe you don't. But, does anyone really deserve anything that comes to them?" My gaze shifted down to my lap, he had a point. He always seemed to have a point.

"If I'm gonna wrap this around your cut then you gotta take your shirt off," he said. I stayed silent. "Hey, no funny business, I promise." I obliged, wincing at the sharp pain every time I moved.

He began wrapping the gauze around my chest. "So, care to tell what all this is?" he asked, talking about all the scars and burns I had on my body. "Got in trouble with the Big Man Downstairs. He didn't like the way I was acting. Ergo he sent me to support group to try and better my anger and attitude issues. It never really worked, until..." He looked up at me, then back down. "Until you met me," he said. I nodded.

He finished wrapping up my cut and sat down next to me. I put my shirt back on and we both remained silent.

"So, do you get those feelings too?" I asked, looking at him. He looked back, "What kind of feelings are we talking?" "The heaviness and weirdness in your chest. The weak knees, weak body. Messed up thoughts, do you get that too?" He smiled, his smile made those feelings come back ten times more.

"I do," he said. "So what do you do about it?" I asked. He chuckled, "I come and see you." "So what you're saying is, you like me?" "That is what I'm saying, my dear (y/n)."

He kept smiling. I felt a blush start to form on my cheeks so I looked down at my lap. "So, what do we do about this?" I asked. "Well I do know one thing..." he said. I looked back to him, his expression was serious. There was something in his eyes that I just couldn't pick out. His hand cupped my cheek gently, his eyes moved down to my lips and back up to my eyes. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. I moved in too, and met him halfway. Our lips connected. My stomach churned with fireworks and butterflies. His lips were so soft, he was so gentle.

I brought one hand to rest softly on the back of his neck. Our lips moved together so beautifully. He slowly pulled away, and I did the same. My eyes fluttered open to find his staring back at me. "So...?" he said. I smiled, "I like you." He smiled as well, "I know."
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It's been three weeks since Dark kissed me. I haven't seen him since. At first I was mad, but it quickly turned to sadness. Did I really think he liked me? I don't know. But, demons are demons, and sometimes they never changed.

I finally opened up to someone and actually let myself have feelings for them and this is what I get. I stopped eating. My body felt like it was deteriorating, not that I really gave a shit anymore. I continuously cried, my blood red tears were like a permanent mark on my face. I constantly cut my skin with broken glass just to watch it heal back up again so I couldn't repeat the process.

It was raining today, I sat in the giant window in the loft, like I have for the past three weeks. I hated the rain. The rain made me think of him. He was all I wanted. He made me feel sane, he stopped me from being angry, he made me feel things, he made me smile.

"Why am I not allowed to be happy, Big Man?! I was finally changing and now look at me! Thanks a lot!" I screamed so loud the rats and mice scurried away. I collapsed on the ground. I rolled on to my side facing the window, watching the rain, crying in pain, thinking of Dark.

After a while the crying had died down, and I just started blankly at the rain. Why did it always have to rain?

"(Y/n)...?" I shot up and looked at him. One hand was in his pocket, the other scratching at the back of his neck. I got up and marched over to him, grabbing him by his shirt collar and slamming him into the nearest wall.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I screamed at him, starting to cry again. "So what? You get to know me for two weeks, make me like you, kiss me and leave?! Why am I not allowed to be happy? Why can't I have someone stay in my life? Why can't I have someone like me? Why can't I..." I trailed off. My grip on his shirt loosened and I fell to my knees. Pained sobs escaped my lips yet again, there was an unexplainable pain in my chest unlike no other I've ever felt. My whole body felt weighted down.

He knelt down next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, I could see regret in his eyes. "(Y/n), let me explain..."