One-shots x Reader

It's admiring! Not stalking!-- Anti x Reader

Antisepticeye and Darkiplier sat on a rooftop carpark in (t/n), on a busy street that had a small café across the road. The cafe had an inside area, and an outdoors area that had cute umbrellas and table sets.

Dark wonders why he found his friend here, and what exactly he is looking at. Anti is in another world, barely noticing his friends questioning stares. The smell from the small café soothed Anti into a daze, a daze that blocks out the world.

"Hey Anti?" Dark dusts the cement wall of the carpark before he takes a seat.

Anti hums in response but his eyes never leaves the spot they gaze apon.

"What are we doing?" Dark asks. Anti gives him a quick side glance and sighs.

"I'm waiting, Dark, if you must know" He leans forward and props himself up, elbows on his covered knees.

Anti is wearing his black t and black, ripped, skinny jeans. Whilst Dark is fashioning his clean and crisp suit.

"Who? What? When? Where? Why?" Dark remains with a straight posture, squinting his eyes, as if it could help him focus. His voice only slightly showing he was curious.

"Who- (Y/n), what- a young and beautiful lady, when- every Tuesday through Saturday between ten and three, where- at that little café over there and why?"

Dark raises an eyebrow because he didn't answer why.

"Well, I don't really know why, whenever I see her" Anti sighs mid sentence, "I feel my heart beat faster and butterflies in my tummy" Dark looks to the side, away from the café and at Anti's face.

Dark hasn't seen this face before. It is a complete stranger to him.

"Are you stalking this girl?" Dark asks this stranger.

"I'm not stalking! I'm admiring!" Dark makes a noise of disagreement.
"I don't follow her home or stalk her on social media" Anti says in a dopey voice as he hangs his head. He looks up at Dark, a look that asks for acceptance.

"I just come here every now and then, I like to watch her interact with customers. She's so nice and optimistic, everyone likes her and...I might like her?"
Anti rubs the back of his neck, looking away from Dark as his eyes began to sting.

"So you like this girl? Or love her?" Dark places a hand on Anti's shoulder.

When Anti turns to look at his best friend, there are tears in his eyes, because he feels pain.

"Dark, I think I do love her...but I don't really know what love feels like and I doubt she'd return it" He mumbles near the end of his sentence, feeling like his explaination won't help anything.

"Have you ever felt love?" Anti asks Dark.

Dark draws in a shakey breath.

"No..." And he dissappears.

Anti looks back towards the cafè, unphased by his friend suddenly leaving.

Anti's eyes droop as he becomes sleepy, he has been loosing sleep thinking about this girl. Although, every thought he has of her, he thinks is worth that little extra time.

"Hey mommy look!" Anti hears a small child shout. His eyes shoot open as he looks for the source of the voice.

A little boy, around age 6, runs along the foot path. Anti has seen this boy before, he usually comes with his father and grandparents. He runs straight up to a girl in an apron.