Trigger warning. Mark shoves you and throws things. He doesn't actually hit you but I put the trigger warning anyway.
~Your P*O*V~
"Goddamit! FUCKING HELL!" you awake hearing your boyfriend Mark scream. Hearing banging noises you get up quickly and run to his recording room to see him smashing his controller on the desk. On the screen was A familiar game which you knew from social media.... I Am Bread. He threw his controller and yelled more as he ended the video. But he was still having a really bad fit. "Stupid fucking game. Stupid God. Damn. Game!!!!" You flinched at his yelling. He turns his chair and get up rubbing his hands through his hair aggravated. He sees you standing at the doorway, but he doesn't say a thing. "Mark... You ok?" You ask him as he dosent answer. He pushes your shoulder with his roughly going out the door. Scared you flinch and watch him walk away. You follow him to the kitchen and see he's chugging a carton of milk. His eyes are dark and his face is red. "Mark..?" You say reaching for him but he gets back. "That fucking game... I'm not playing it anymore... Fuck it. Fuck it!!!" He throws the milk carton across the room, milk spilling everywhere. "Mark... Babe... Its just a game.. Its ok.. You dont have to play it anymore..." You say softly trying to calm him down but he doesn't, infact he just gets worse. "BUT THEY WANT ME TO PLAY IT! ITS LIKE SOME KIND OF TORTURE. ITS ALL A GAME TO THEM! DO THEY LIKE SEEING ME THROW THINGS? WELL HERE I WILL THROW THINGS!" He says getting a plate on the counter.
"Mark stop it! Please!" You say as you go up and hold his hands. He looks at you, his eyes dark. "What?" He said darkly. His voice was horse and weak. But it still scared you. "Stop... Please.." You whispered shaking afraid he might of hit you. But he didn't. You see his chest go in and out quickly, he's getting madder and madder. He pushes you back, stumbling you fall and hit the floor. Whimpering you hold your elbow as you feel a slight pain go up your arms. "Oh..oh no... Oh my god..." Looking up you see Mark reaching for you. You flinch and you hear him cry, "I-Im so sorry... I... I didn't ... (Y/n)... " he mumbled holding you. His shoulders shake and you feel a wet dribble on your back, he was crying. "Mark... Its fine. Look its just a scratch.. I'm fine!" You try to assure him. His shoulders still shake and he holds you close.
~Marks P*O*V~
"Mark... Its fine. Look its just a scratch.. I'm fine!" (Y/n) tries to assure me but I gripped her tight feeling tears come down my face. "(Y/n), I promise I'll never hurt you... Ever again" I say as I pull from her and hold her hands looking into her (e/c) eyes. "Mark you didn't hurt me. It was just a mistake. Its ok!" She smiles as I look away unhappy with the fact that I was violent and loud. My actions were not me. And it was all because of a stupid game. 'Fuck you I am bread. Fuck you in the anus' I thought as I push my glasses up on my face. "Markiplier... Are you going to let a game stop you? Are you going to let it beat you?" I hear her say as I look up at her. She smiles and kisses my cheek. "No. No I'm not!" I say as I get up flexing my muscles. She laughes and blushes. "look let's just take a nice break from the game and go outside kay? " I help her up on her feet and hug her rubbing my face in her neck. I hear her giggle as I rup my chin stubble on her neck. I took her hand and we went out to my backyard where the pool was. We looked out to the city and stuck our feet in the pool. She splashes me a bit and a splash her back. It was relaxing.
After hours of just hanging outside playing tag and the arrow challenge with her I felt better, I felt human. I felt like Mark Fischbach. The day turned into night and I did a couple more videos. But not of I am Bread. I swear im going stay away from that game as long as I can. After recording I saw it was pretty late, tired and grougy I go to the bed room and see (y/n) Sleeping peacefully. Getting into my Markiplier pajiamas I take off my shirt and go in the bed. Snuggling her I rub my face in her neck.
