Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Imagines <3

The Breakup Part 1

(A/N: WAIT! Before you guys come at me with baseball bats and fire, this will not be the end of you and them! This will be a part series and in the end you will get back together with them. Prepare for the feels!)

   You sighed heavily, wiping the tears forming in your eyes. You and Mark just have been..so distant lately. There was never time for you and him. You were beginning to feel lonely, and every time you mentioned it to him he got upset. You tried your best to stay strong, but today was your last straw. Mark was always in his recording room, he never paid attention to you.
   You looked over at Mark's door, hearing his usual shouting and laughs. You felt so lonely for months, but Mark never did anything. You felt angry, so angry you shoved a cup off the counter. The glass shattered into many pieces and shot out in different directions. You let the tears stream down your face as you walked up to your room and packed a bag.
   Your hands were shaking as you shoved clothes into it, your hand reaching for your phone. So many emotions were roaring inside of you as you let out small sobs. You were tired of feeling like nothing, you were tired of being ignored.
   "(Y/N)? What are you doing?" Mark asked behind you, making you gasp and turn around. He looked at your face, his eyes widening as he saw your soaked face. You glared at him and zipped up your bag. Ignoring him, you opened your phone and called your mother. Suddenly, he pulled the phone away and threw it on the bed.
   "No! You can't leave, what's wrong?!" You scoffed at his remark, only making you angrier. He looked down at your packed bag and back up at your face. He shook his head again, his bottom lip quivering.
  "Baby, please don't leave. I know I haven't been the best these past couple of months, but I can make it up. Please baby, don't." You shoved past him and went downstairs, trying to hold in the tears. He stomped towards you, grabbing your arm and making you turn around. His face was red and tears were in his eyes.
   "You can't do this to me. You can't just up and leave! God dammit, why do you always do this! We can work this out!" You ripped your grip away from him and let out a cry.
   "Bullshit, Mark. Bullshit. You never notice how many nights I've cried because you couldn't spend a few minutes noticing me. You never tried to spend time with me, it's always something isn't it! ISN'T IT!" By this point you were shouting, your hand on the door knob. You both glared at each other, Mark taking a hand through his messy hair.
   "You know what!? FINE! Leave, I guess I don't need you! Go, GO! Now, just get out!" He shouted back, making you cringe. The words stabbed into your heart as you flung the door open. You could hear Mark sniffling as you slammed the door closed and walked down the sidewalk. You didn't bother fixing the tears that smudged your makeup, or the cries that retched out of your throat. It was official.
You were no longer Mark's.
And Mark was no longer your's.
   You tried not to look back as you placed the phone to your ear and called your mother again.  Meanwhile, a broken Mark stayed standing at the doorway, letting his tears soak up his face.

(REMEMBER! This will not be the end! Don't kill me lovelies! There will be a Mark and a Jack one.)