One shots of the ipliers and the septiceyes

Darkiplier x reader (HOW?!?)

A/N so I'm gonna be doing a lot of these types because all these prompts are flipping amazing. P.s (D/N) means 'dogs name'.

Your PoV
It was just an ordinary, boring, nothing to do day. You were cooking for potential business partners that were coming over later tonight. Of course you were using your grandmothers cookbook as it had not failed you as of yet. Everything has to be perfect tonight or you were going to be out of a job by tomorrow.
You decided to do a three course meal and as a starter you chose to make chicken soup. Easy and tasty. I mean what could possibly go wrong with simple chicken soup? As you were reading through the method you saw an inscription in the bottom corner of the page. It looked like a tip! It states that after removing the chicken breast you must add a tea spoon of Indian spice for extra flavour. Luckily you had that exact spice hidden away in your spice cabinet. Grabbing it you add exactly a tea spoon and carry on following the method by leaving the soup to cool slightly.
You decide to take out your dog, (D/N), for a walk while eating. It was a pleasant walk that only took about five minutes but both you and (D/N) enjoyed it greatly. What you did not enjoy was walking into your kitchen to see it in absolute chaos with chicken soup all over the walls and various pieces of cutlery thrown  around the room with some even stuck into the wall. The soup had even managed to get on the ceiling. And stood in the Centre was a man looking as confuse, or maybe even more confused, than you. His skin was tinted grey and his raven locks were soaked through with soup. He wore what looked to once be a black suit with a red tie. That too was soaked in my failed chicken soup. Staring into his pitch black eyes his mood seemed to change.
"HOW? HOW DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO SUMMON ME??" He echoed through the kitchen. And as he screamed and shouted my anger also began to grow. "IT'S NOT MY FAULT, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE CHICKEN SOUP, NOT SOME RANDOM DEMON DUDE!"
-Time skip y'all-
It was now 1 PM, my attempt at chicken soup was made at 11AM. I had found out the demons name.
It was Dark which I thought was a badass name but anyway. I had offered to wash his suit while he took a shower and now I was doing just that. I could already tell tonight was going to be a flop but nevertheless I attempted the chicken soup once again. After I had removed the chicken breast I decided against adding the demon spice and continued with the steps, as I followed the method I began to feel as though I was being watched so I turn around. There stood Dark, in nothing other than a towel. "Your suit is still in the wash, I've got some sweatpants and a hoodie that may fit you in my bedroom, is that alright for now?" I asked knowing full well this is the very opposite to what I'd imagine he'd often wear. "Y-yeah that's fine, thanks." Did he just stutter?? That was adorable. So I made my way upstairs to grab the clothes, completely forgetting about the soup for the time being.