Talking Bodies - Markiplier Fanfiction

You're so f'-ing stupid.♡

I press my eyes shut and turn my head away, ready to feel this too familiar burning and stinging in some facial areas.

And it happened. I scream in pain as he hit my nose but another punch into my Jaw made me fall to my knees. The bitter taste of blood ran through my mouth as I begin to cry. Another smack, directly at my eye this time. I begin to shake, breathing was hard as I feel Matt hovering over me, ready to beat me up badly that I might land in a hospital.

"Get the fuck off of her!"

The weight was pulled off of me and I hold the brown paper bags close to my body as I whimper pathetically. I wish to be in my bed now but it doesn't happen. I hear groaning and screaming. Panic grew inside of me and I feel how it gets harder and harder to breath. I take deep breaths and feel the tears stinging on my face. My hands were shaking and I felt as if I would die any second due to a heart attack.

"Jen!"

I scream, punch the person infront of me to get him off me. "Jen, it's me. Mark.", the person kneels down next to me and pulls me in for a tight hug. "Mark." I whimper out and clunch onto him as if it would be the last time. I break down in his arms and cry. "I need to call the ambulance." He leans out but I pull him close again. "Don't leave me." I cry out to him. He wraps his free arm around me and holds me close as he dials the number. My eyes were still pressed shut, I just didn't dare to look up or around me.

Soft kisses and strokes were placed on my head in a comforting manner. "Are you okay, try to stay calm." - I finally open my eyes to look around, only to see Matthew has run off.

I hear Mark talk on the phone, saying the adress and other information before he hung up and lifted me up in his arms, holding me close as I cry into his shoulder. I don't know the exact reason that made me cry, was it because of the physical or the mental pain I felt, probably both.

Mark tried to let me down onto my feet and as soon as my feet touched the ground, i fell to my knees. I couldn't talk, I couldn't stop crying. Hell, I couldn't even stand. I directly fell into his arms, but luckily he caught me and held me close.

"Jen, calm down." He says gently and holds me. "Deep breath in - then back out." I obey his words but it just didnt work. "Look at me." His index finger turned my head up to look at him. I pressed my eyes shut, I didn't want him to see my like this.. I didn't want to look at him like the pathetic little girl I was in that moment. "I'm here, you're going to be okay." Then he softly kissed me, his lips ever so gently on mine as our kiss was deepened when his hand landed in my neck.

As if he flipped a switch - I imidiently calmed down, but I began to cry harder. I fucked up. My mind reminded me. This is probably not real.

I open my eyes and lean back and gasp. Mark was still there but my mind put me down. I fall to my knees and cry. "I'm so sorry. I love you so much, really." I cry out. "Jen, it's okay. Stop worrying, people make mistakes. That's what makes us human. I was not thinking of throwing this relationship away because of this B.S." Mark kneeled down to me and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I love you." He whispers. "I love you too." I whimper.

The ambulance arrived and the paramedics rushed over to me. "What happened?" The woman asked us as she scanned my face with her eyes, her fingers resting under my chin. I started to tell the story of how I came home and my ex was there but I broke down and then Mark continued to tell his side.

I received a few band aids, plasters and some pain killers before they drove off again.

"Why are you here?" I finally asked as I unlocked the front door of my small apartment.

"I came after you. Like I said, I didn't want to throw this relationship away this easily." He laughs, probably trying to lighten up the mood. "Oh.." I let out a nervous laugh before walking over to the brown paper bags i had sat down onto the kitchen counter right as i walked in. "Uhm. I bought alot of stuff. Want to join me this evening for movie night with a crap lot of junkfood?" I grin at him.

"Sounds incredible." He says and wraps his arms around my waist. "I'm sorry." He sighs.

"Mark." I turn around to look at him. "What?" My back leans against the kitchen counter. "You didn't do anything wrong. You literally saved my life."

He leans away from me and nodds a bit unsure. "I'm sorry i wasn't there earlier, im sorry i let you leave. This is all my fault." He runs his fingers through his rather Fluffy hair. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his torso. "You're so stupid." I begin to cry again. "You're so fucking stupid." I snuggle into his chest as he wraps his arms around my tiny body. "You saved my life god damn it." I cry out. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you, I'm a moron." He sighs and strokes my hair. I shake my head and whipe my eyes with my sleeve.

"You're fucking stupid." I say and smash my lips onto his. "You're so fucking stupid." I repeat and continue to kiss him. His hands were wrapped tighter around my body as he returned the kiss. "I love you." I cry out in between the kisses. He leans out and gently caressed my cheek with his thumb, his beautiful brown eyes locked with ocean blue ones. "I love you too." He says softly. "You're so beautiful." He whispers. My cheeks flush red and I try to Crack a smile, which I obviously failed.

His lips were pressed against my cheek before he pecked my lips and then helped me unpack the stuff. I hug his torso from behind and run my hands over his muscular chest. "You're beautiful too." I whisper which made him chuckle softly, the vibration from it running through his chest and over to my body.

I feel happy, after all.