Darkiplier X Reader || Love Hurts

Chapter 1

Readers pov 

I just moved out of my parent's house. Thank god for that. I love my parents but they would fight all the time over the stupidest shit. It would really get on my nerves but I moved out so I'm alright now. About a week of unpacking my home is finally complete. Between working and doing things that are needed like shopping I finally got it done.

I work as a YouTuber. I do videos on DIY's and sometimes if a see a game that I'm interested in I'll play it and upload it to my channel. My job is not that hard but it's very time-consuming. I self edit so it takes a long time. My 2 favourite YouTubers that I like to watch is Markiplier and Jacksepticeye along with laurDIY.

I stood in the middle of my living room thinking. I decided to invite some people to a little gathering at my house to celebrate my new beginning. I grabbed my keys, went to my car and drove to LCBO. I bought some liquor and went to the dollar store. I got some simple party stuff like cups and plastic shot glasses and pop as a mixer with a little decor.

I went home and put the drinks in the kitchen with the cups and shot glasses and grabbed my phone. I messaged people and invited them over. I invited my friends Natalie, Tyler, Kat, and Ethan. I put down my phone and grabbed the party streamers and placed them here and there waiting for people to arrive. I heard my doorbell ring as I was putting on some music. I ran to the door and opened it to reveal all of my friends. 

"(Y/n)!!" 

"Hey, guys! I'm so glad you’re here." 

As we exchange hugs they walk in and look around.  

"Wow (y/n) this looks great!" 

Natalie said to me while they were all looking around. 

"Thanks Natalie but you know what would look better. Alcohol in my system!!" 

I say as I run to the kitchen to get some alcohol. I grab 5 shot glasses and pour vodka in them. I hand them out and hold them up. 

"To a new beginning." 

Ethan says as we all cheers and take the shot. A little later on after drinking some more, talking and dancing, I grab my friends and bring them to my room. After a little Kat and Tyler leave to go back downstairs. I was following them but was stopped. A hand grabbed mine and pulled me backwards. I hit the end of my bed and fell on it. A body went on top of me and I looked at the person. It was Ethan. 

"I want to tell you something (y/n). I liked you for the longest time and I was wondering if we could be more then friends and maybe get a little freaky." 

I look at Ethan shocked. I wasn’t that drunk to not understand what he was saying. 

"Ethan maybe we could talk about this when we are not drunk. It would be for the better." 

I pushed Ethan off me and walked downstairs with him shortly behind. At around 3 am Kat called a cab and went home with all the others. I fell asleep on my bed with all my clothes.  

Dream 

I wake up in this dark room. I try and get up but my hands and feet are tied to a chair. I sit there looking around and I hear breathing. Someone is behind me. I don’t move. I listen and hear something being thrown at me. I move my head away from the object and feel something lightly scrape my face. It hurts but not enough to scream about it. I hear footsteps behind me with the floor creaking as it walks. I feel it breathing right beside me. 

"Perfect. You have good hearing and good reflexives. Sorry about your little injury. I'm sure it'll be fine." 

A raspy, deep voice said to me while touching my wound making me cringe at the pain. 

"Who the fuck are you?!" 

I said. He just giggled and then the giggles turned into a burst of evil laughter. 

"Oh love, you shouldn't talk to me that way because I'm your biggest nightmare." 

He jams his finger in my wound on my cheek and I pull away in pain. 

"Ooo I got a tough girl on my hands. Great. I can't wait to see you again." 

End of dream 

I wake up laying on my belly with one side of my face on my pillow. I have a major headache. I got up and looked down at my bed. My pillow was covered in blood. I run to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I see my cheek has a long cut in it that’s a little deep. I see an opening that looks like it was stretched. Was my dream real? Did he do this? Did he stretch my cut when he stuck his finger in it? No, that can't happen. I was drunk. Maybe something happened then.

I stare at my cut and watch it bleed down my cheek. I grab a face cloth and start cleaning the wound and my face carefully. I grabbed rubbing alcohol and cleaned my cut making me stomp my foot in pain. I rinsed it off and stick on a bandage. This cut was a way to deep to fix itself so I grabbed my car keys and drove to the hospital. When I got there I waited and waited for my name to be called and finally, I was called. 

"So what happened to you today?" 

I pulled off my bandage and the doctor was shocked. 

"It's already clean just need stitches." 

The doctor grabbed a needle and thread. He went to grab a numbing needle but I stopped him. 

"I don’t need that just start already." 

He looked at me like I didn’t know what was coming, but I did. I just wanted to come in and get out but with this doctor, he's taking forever. As he got the stitch ready I waited thinking about my dream. The doctor came closer.

"Ready?" 

I nodded as he stuck the needle in my wound. I looked at the doctor and didn’t flinch. He continued and I just sat there thinking about the dream. 

After I was stitched up I when home and took the pills the doctor gave me. I didn’t work today but I still wanted to post a video about my injury saying I'm okay. I grabbed my camera, set it up and started recording. I wanted to make a video where it didn’t need much editing so I did. 

"Hey guys. (y/n) here. As you can see I have a bandage on my face. Me being me I was making breakfast and I was dancing around with a knife in my hand. You get the moral of the story. So I won't be posting in a little bit. Until it heals. See you later Alligators." 

With that, I ended the video. I posted it and laid in bed for the rest of the day thinking about my dream. 

"I can't wait to see you again."  

What does that mean?