Pickles and Cotton Candy
For @destinggirl who requested:
Okay so... Wilford or Dark x Reader with the lines, "I'd kill for coffee... literally." "It's six o'clock in the morning, you're not having vodka!" "Did you just hiss at me?" "Do you really need all that candy?"
And since in the last one I couldn’t find a way to add in the fourth quote “Do you really need all that candy?” I have made this one. Also, because the last one was for Wilford, this one is for Dark.
Now, without further stalling here is Pickles and Cotton Candy.
It's almost midnight but sleep eludes you as you find yourself in the kitchen cutting pickles in to spears. It's not unusual to find yourself munching on something low calorie in the late hours, at least you try to keep your midnight snacks to the lowest calorie as possible. Sleeping has been getting more and more difficult as the weeks pass by. You blame it on the fact that Dark has been away more days than he's been with you and it stings. It really stings. Frowning you drop the dirty knife into the skin and pick up your fairly full plate and take it to your bed room. You wonder if it's because you've started to gain weight. It's not a lot but enough to make you concerned about your calorie intake. You blame most of it on your stress eating. Work has been more difficult and you've been having a hard time concentrating on the tasks at hand, so you raid the sweets drawer your co-worker Allison keeps for everyone. You love Allie, but also despise her enabling. She's been teasing that you're moving out of the honeymoon faze of your relationships with Dark and into the seven year itch. You prefer to ignore her when she says things like that, but it just fuels your anxiety even more. You honestly worry that the spark you and Dark seemed to have has been lost or worse he wants to break it off with you. Groaning you take a bite of your pickle spear and settle into your bed. In the morning you'll text Mark and see if he's been with Dark. "Do you really need all that candy?" Mark asks spotting you with a huge thing of cotton candy on a stick. He'd taken the whole Markiplier group to the fair down at the peer and you'd tagged along just to keep yourself busy while waiting for Dark to show up again. Swallowing the large glob in your mouth you stick your pink, blue, and purple tongue out at Mark. "I'm sorry not all of us can have such self control." you mock looking at the foot long hotdog in his hand. Mark looks at the food he's holding then to you. "Touche." He says before taking a large bite of the hotdog. You sigh and turn away from Mark eyes looking down at the cotton candy in your hand. Maybe he's right. You don't need this much sugar coursing through your blood stream, but in the same moment you don't want to let it go either. Sighing again you walk over to the trash can and toss the mostly complete wad of cotton candy into the bin. It's just cotton candy but you feel like it symbolizes something much larger, or at least you think it does--otherwise why would you be crying over candy? You hate this goddamn emotional roller coaster you're stuck on. Dark still hasn't contacted you and there'd been some photos recently of him with another woman looking all chummy together. Covering your face with your hands you try to think rationally. Dark is a lot of things but he boasts he's never cheat on you. "Hey, Y/n?" Mark calls when he notices your strange stance. He watches you quickly wipe at your face using the hem of your shirt to clear away your tears and frowns. He doesn't quite understand what's happening between your and Dark but he knows it's not good if you're reacting like this. Mark is there when you're finally able to turn around and you know he seems the red in your eyes and how irritated your skin is. "What's going on between you and Dark? I've never seen you so worked up before." Mark says taking you away from the others to a secluded park bench under a large umbrella for shade. You both sit down almost simultaneously and let the silence stretch even as the world around you is loud and full of laughter and cries of excitement. "Y/n," Mark prompts earning a startled response from you. You'd actually checked out for a few seconds. "Sorry, I just... I don't know what to do Mark. I thought everything was going great and now... now I have a legit fear that Dark doesn't want to be with me anymore." You finally gush in a moment of panic. Mark--to his credit doesn't react the way you had feared he would with total denial that Dark would so something like that too you. "How long have you been worrying about this?" Mark asks knowing for a fact that is not the case. Dark had sworn him to secrecy under penalty of being thrown into the ocean--which, come on would scare anyone and Dark has the capability too do it. Glancing away you look at a booth with bright colorful lights then back to Mark. "A few months. He's been so distant lately and I..." You pull your phone from your pocket and unlock the screen. With a few pokes of the screen you slide it over to Mark letting him see the photo an "anonymous" sender had emailed you. Mark looks the photo over and you can see a hint of anger behind his round Indiana Jones glasses. "Mark," You plead softly. "If there is something I should know-" Your stomach lurches and you nearly fall of the bench in favor of the dirty trash bin. Mark is at your side in an instant pulling your hair from your face as you throw up just about everything you ate earlier in the day. Marks feels you shiver from the after taste and leaves you to grab his bottled water. You gladly take the offered beverage and rinse your mouth out before taking a long drag. That's the second day this week you've gotten ill. You tried to think of the food you may have eaten to upset your stomach but can't think of anything consistent. Mark watches you without words as you unconsciously rub your stomach. Instantly a thought pops into Marks head and he can't help but ask, "Are you pregnant?" Freezing you look down at your stomach. You haven't noticed anything different than usually. You've gained weight but nothing that would indicate that you've got a growing child inside your womb. Your periods have always been a little off, something not coming for months that you just don't pay attention anymore, but that was before you had a boyfriend. Looking at Mark you feel all the blood drain from your face. "I...I can't be... he's not..." You can't finish your thought and end up throwing up again. "What's the test say?" Mark asks from outside the bathroom door inside your apartment. He'd given some lame excuse and took you to the pharmacy to pick up an at home pregnancy test then took you to your apartment. As of this minute the truth is staring you right in the face. "Positive." you mutter quickly covering your mouth with your hand as tears begin to gather in your eyes. How can you be pregnant? Dark isn't even human. What will your baby look like? Will Dark even want to be apart of your life now? Audibly sobbing you drop to your knees ignoring the pain of the impact of your weight on your knees. You don't like this feeling of uncertainty and fear. How are you going to raise a child on your own? Will you have to quite your job for a while? Can you take maternity leave? If so then for how long? Mark knocks on the door again and when you don't answer he opens it spotting you on the floor curled into yourself as you cry. He knows you well enough to know what's going through your mind. Kneeling next to you Mark wraps an arm around your back, opening himself up to you if you need him. Peeking through your swollen red eyes your lips quiver and you turn into his chest unleashing everything you'd been holding back. Your wails carry through your apartment even as it's muffled through his shirt. You have no idea what you're going to do or who will be there for you now. "Shh, you still got me, Y/n. The whole group will be there for you when you need us." Mark promises brushing a kiss to the top of your messy hair. He feels your hands grip a little tighter at his promise. He doesn't know what's going to happen with Dark hears about the pregnancy but he preys he's steps up. Mark stays the night that night sleeping on the couch after you'd cried yourself to sleep. He'd texted Amy and a few choice others letting them know there's going to be a big announcement in a few days if not in the next day. They asked for details but Mark informed them it was not his announcement to make. He then sent a text to Dark tell him it is emergent that he return home. He leaves out the pregnancy announcement. When you wake in the morning Mark is making breakfast with freshly cut fruit. You laugh at his antics and talk a little bit more about the pregnancy. He encourages you to let the group know and you feel hesitant about it, finally deciding to wait until after you get checked out first. You want to have a living baby and not a false positive pregnancy test. Midway through the morning Amy shows up at your apartment and you let her in on the announcement, well, possible announcement. She's elated to hear about your possible pregnancy and helps you make your first appointment. She promises to help your through your pregnancy, more excited for the possibility of a baby entering the group than you are. Of course she doesn't have to worry about the father possibly being a cheater. The rest of the day Amy and Mark chill out at your apartment before leaving for the night. Its shortly after they leave you begin to cry again. You still have no idea what the hell you are going to do and Dark still hasn't shown up or reached out to you. This isn't the way you wanted to find out you're pregnant. "Well, miss L/n, you are pregnant alright." The tech tells you as Mark and Amy crowd around your head to look at the grainy screen above you. You look at the tech then back to the screen not sure if you're seeing things right. "What's that?" You ask pointing to a second beating heart just to the right of the first. "Good eye. You are going to have twins. They look healthy and from my measurements they are about fifteen weeks old, so if they decide to play nice, I should be able to tell you what you will be having." The tech says moving his hand around your stomach, pushing with the rounded ultrasound wand into your flesh. You feel the urgent need to pee when he pushes down but hold it to your best ability. You watch them man take a few photos and a few more measurements before chuckling. "What? What is she having?" Mark asks looking to the man then the screen with curiosity. Amy quickly pauses Mark and asks you, "Do you want to know? I mean, a lot of parents keep it a secret and do a gender reveal." She says looking down into your eyes. You really have to think about that. Of course you want to know what you're having, especially now that you're having twins, but part of your kind of really likes the idea of it being a surprise. "C-can you write it down and give it to Amy?" You ask wishing instantly you hadn't but refuse to take it back. The tech smirks and writes down the genders of both children, folds it in half and hands it to Amy. To her credit she doesn't look right away, instead she opens her purse and puts the slip of paper in her wallet. You smile at her and look again at your tiny babies growing inside of you. "You're very lucky, some women can't carry twins that look as healthy as yours are. I wish you an easy pregnancy." The tech tells you before printing off a few snap shots for you and cleans up your stomach. Two separate silhouettes are captured forever on paper. "Fifteen weeks." You whisper looking from Amy to Mark then the photos again. You wish Dark were there, but you don't want to start crying in the ultrasound room of your OB/GYN's office. Entering your apartment you close the door behind you and go into your kitchen. You need pickles and ice cream--strawberry ice cream to be exact. Your pickle craving have increased to a point you know you have a problem but they have little to no calories, but you do have to watch the sodium intake. Taking out your favorite brand of dill pickles you open the jar and shove a hand in grabbing the fattest pickle in the jar. Pulling it out you rinse your hand off--because you're not a heathen and take a bite. Turning around you run nose first into what feels like a brick wall. "Ouchie." you groan rubbing your nose with your non pickle hand and back up, looking directly at a crisp dark grey suite. Following the suite up to a very familiar and sorely missed face you nearly drop your pickle. "Dark." You breath blinking a few times before setting your pickle down and really wash your hands. "W-when did you get back?" You ask drying your hands off and toss the towel on the counter. Dark doesn't respond, instead he just looks you over before letting his gaze settle on your slightly protruding stomach. You feel embarrassed for whatever reason and wrap your arms around your stomach as if to hide it. "You're pregnant." Dark says without emotion. It hurts, you're not going to lie. To have the father of your twin babies say that without any hint of emotion is a real blow. "You've been gone." You respond trying to sound just as cold but it doesn't quite reach the mark. You want to scream at him, to tell him how much he's hurt you by ignoring your ever plead, but all you manage is to cry. "Where were you? I needed you!" You cry shout, your voice cracking as tears obscure your vision. You hate how weak you are right now, but you know a lot of it is coming from fear. You thought you had one child and now you have two to worry about. Dark doesn't respond. He doesn't know how to. He'd come as soon as he could but seeing you in Mark's arms had stopped him. He didn't understand just what was going on. Then you threw up into the trash bin and Mark's question...it was too much. For the first time since enter the world he didn't know what to do and did something he wasn't proud of. He left. He knew how much you needed him, he could feel it in his soul how much pain and fear you were experiencing but he couldn't... he still doesn't know what to do. Pregnant? He didn't even think it was possible. He'd lovers before, not a one conceived a child, and then you come along. "I need you Dark, I can't do this alone... I can't... I'm so scared." You end up just sobbing covering your face with your hands. You feel like one big ball of emotional stress and gross sobbing. You hate this feeling but it's all you have right now. The mask slips while you're not looking and he realizes just how badly he's fucked up. He's realizing just how much more this has affected you. You'll be the one the baby looks to for comfort and affection and protection where he's here or not. He failed you in the biggest way he could fail anyone. He has a physical pain when you pull away from his touch, your hear lifting just enough to meet his eyes. He knows he has a lot of work to do to earn back your trust again. "I'm so sorry." Dark says kneeling before you with every ounce of grace he possesses. You are the woman that has captured his heart, and he thought... he doesn't know what he was thinking anymore. You watch with wide watery eyes as he bows his head to you, even kneeling he reaches well to your breasts. "D-Dark," You whisper continuing to watch him. His arms reach out and wrap around you, waiting to see you reaction before pulling you to him. You can't hold back the soft sob, pressing the back of your hand to your lips as he rests his head against your swelling stomach. You've never seen Dark look so humble, so at your mercy. "Forgive me, Y/n." Dark whispers holding you and you unborn children close to him. "Oh, Dark." You whisper smiling sadly at him. "I love you, of course I'd forgive you." You tell him meaning it. "I love you so much, Y/n." You show Dark the ultrasound snapshots as you sit on the couch and talk a little more. You'd learned that the woman in the photos you'd been sent was a woman that had invited herself to the seat next to him. When you looked at the photo again you can see the look of annoyance on Dark's face now that you have context and his own accounting. You wait to see if Dark can spot the two hearts, wanting to let it be a surprise until you forget and end up falling asleep next to Dark. Dark lets you sleep on the couch, taking up being your partial bed and resting as well, even as he doesn't sleep he still needs to rest. His heart flutters when he sees the two hearts and texted labeling them Baby #1 and Baby #2. Twins, he thinks look down at your relaxed features. You're giving him twin children. Brushing his hand through you hair it just solidifies he needs to step up his game, but he knows that he will love these twins with everything in him, just as he loves you.