One shots of the ipliers and the septiceyes

Insecure Darkiplier x reader (beautiful)

A/N so I've seen a lot of these, and in everyone single one I've seen, the insecure person is chubby. And I just think that I'm gonna write one with Darkiplier, as he looks now, cause most people feel insecure about themselves one way or another. Any way let's just get into this and see how it goes, if I like writing like this there may be more in the future btw. So it ended kinda abruptly but I just wanted to get it do cause it's been in my drafts like forever, anyway yeah enjoy ig.

Reader PoV
Today was the day, finally I had free time from work! I can't remember the last time I wasn't working if I'm being honest. I think I might pay a visit to some friends of mine that I haven't spoken to in a while (hmm I wonder who that could be....sorry, I'll stop now). I have been drowning in paperwork and somehow I have managed to neglect some of the most fun people I know. Wow I must be turning into Dark.

God I would kill to be like Dark, he's always so damn confident and sure of himself! Between you and me it kind of makes me jealous. It's not like I hate him, I could never hate him. He has been my friend for wayyyyyyy too long and he has helped me through more troubling times than I could ever count.

Dark PoV
Groaning, I drag myself from my safe place. My one place where I feel like no one can judge me, where no one can hate on me, where no one can see me struggle. So many people see me put on this strong exterior and not once has a single person cared to look deeper. They don't see the way I avoid walking past mirrors, they don't see the days where I go without eating, they don't see the long sleeves i wear. They don't care enough to see, they don't care.

Startled out of my spiralling trance by a knock ay my door, I grumble out a rough and deep "What.". As the knocking continues, I sigh deeply through my nose and begin to slip on my clothes, not daring to look down until I absolutely have to. After finally slipping on my thick blazer, I begrudgingly open my door to see a mad looking Wilford, grumbling to himself. Knowing what was about to happen, I begin to make my way towards the kitchen, Wilford following close behind. As we walked to the kitchen, he had his hand placed upon my shoulder, I was confused to his reasoning. But knowing him, I let it slide.

No one's POV
Once the two had reached the kitchen, Dark shook off Wilford's tight grip and made his way towards the coffee machine. Tired and drowsy he flicked the switch and the machine jumped to life, beginning to brew the coffee. As Dark waited he no longer kept his posture and leaned his head on his arm which was resting on the counter. Dark's eyes landed on the glass coffee pot. On the glass surface he could see his reflection, his sunken brown eyes that he hated, his scars that littered his face. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead on the counter top.

Before long the coffee was brewed and Dark swiftly poured himself some. He took it black with no sugar. Before long, there was a knock on the door. Wilford jumped to answer it and embraced the person on the other side. Dark could not see who it was for he was sat at the kitchen table. But guessing from the squeal that escaped the recipient of the hug, it was (Y/N). Dark stood from the table and walked to the door to see both Wilford and (Y/N) chatting loudly.

Clearing his throat to announce his presence, Dark was stunned when he felt a force barrel into him. Stunned, he looked down to see (Y/N) clinging onto him and looking up at him (since Dark was significantly taller). "Hey my best pal, Darkimoo"

Dark looked unimpressed at the nickname but chose too let it slide. "Hello (Y/N)" Dark replied with a much less cheerful tone. Shrugging off (Y/N), Dark walked back to the kitchen to where he had left his freshly brewed coffee. As he had walked away though, he heard a possibly comforting statement come from Wilford's mouth most likely aimed at (Y/N). "Don't worry (Y/N), he's always silly like that! Don't mind him!" As Dark sauntered further, he heard the faint sound of cackling that he could only presume came from the pink psycho.

Hours later, Dark sat at his desk shuffling through the mountains of paperwork on his desk. He couldn't get the thought of earlier from his head. The way that (Y/N) had wrapped their arms around the being, the way they had looked up at him. It was all he could think about, it was the one thing he could properly focus on. Clearly too lost in his thoughts, he failed to hear the faint knocking on his door.

"Dark? I think we need to have a talk."

And Dark knew there was no way he was getting out of this with his secrets kept.