Markiplier Smuts

The Breakup

A/N, this is part one of a two-part story

Things haven't been going so well between me and Mark. Maybe I shouldn't have moved in with him. Maybe if we lived apart things would just be better. When my parents were kids, moving in with your significant other happened right before or right after marriage-nowadays people who are merely dating move in with one another...maybe doing things my parents' way would've been better. I don't know, all I know is that I'm at a loss for words right now. Mark and I just can't stop arguing and fighting. Every single day it's something new. Nothing is right anymore. I heaved a great sigh as I put the picture of the two of us at PAX face down on the dresser. I had finished packing my bags. I was going to move in with one of my friends...I hadn't even told Mark yet. I wanted to be gone by the time he got home, but in the middle of packing, I heard him come in. 

"What are you doing (y/n)?" he asked, seeing my bags. "I think we should see other people." Mark was floored. "Why??" he asked, obviously getting upset. "Because all we do is fight anymore and I'm tired of it. Nothing makes you happy nothing makes me happy. Everything is just always conflict." Mark didn't say anything. "If that's how you feel, then just go already." I got irritated. "I was leaving, douchebag. I had all of my things packed and then you interrupted me!" Mark looked at me indignantly. "Whatever (y/n). You're right. I could do better than you." His words hurt, but I kept my composure. "And I will do better than you." I picked up my bags and sidestepped him, choking back angry tears the whole time. I tossed my bags into my car and returned only to get my keys from the counter. Mark was standing in the kitchen glaring at me the whole time. "Stop looking at me, you're making me uncomfortable." I said, grabbing my keys with anger. "This is my house, I'll look at whoever and whatever I want. Get the fuck out already." I stormed away and slammed the door behind me. The only thing I left in that house was Mark and the little gifts he'd gotten me throughout our year long relationship. I couldn't care less about that stuff at the time. I drove to my friend's apartment without any regard for the traffic around me. I walked in her front door and slammed it behind me. "What's wrong?" she asked, noting that I had come earlier than expected. "The usual.I hate him." I said. "I'm sorry things didn't work out...really sorry." she said, touching my shoulder. "Yeah, well I'm not." I said,dropping my bags. "I'd better start looking for an apartment of my own. I don't even want to live in this city anymore, it's just bad memories." My friend comforted me as she made dinner. I wasn't even hungry. I felt my phone buzz and I looked at it.

Mark: I can't believe you really just walked out on me!

Me: Walked out on you? Please! You deserved it. You and I have done nothing but fight for over a month. I'm sick of it!

Mark: So it's MY fault all we've done is argue? I don't think so!

Me: What do you even want? Why are you bothering me?

Mark: Well if I'M bothering you, I'll just stop. Good night (y/n).

Me: Whatever. Lose my number.

Mark: ...

Me: Stop. You're acting like a 2 year old. Just stop messaging me, I'm really not in the mood.

Part of me wished that he would have kept texting me. I hated to admit it, but I was really missing him and I hadn't even been gone for an hour. It felt weird not seeing him. This too shall pass though. I sighed, going through the selfies of us on my phone. I deleted them all. "No more memories of him will make this easier." I said. I had to justify my behavior somehow. I stopped following him on Twitter and Facebook. I unsubbed from his YouTube account. I wanted no memories of him at all. "(B/F/N), I appreciate you letting me stay here, but I'm going to just go to bed. I don't wanna eat and I'm sure you know why." My friend nodded. "I totally get it. Just relax and think about how many great guys there are out there." I dragged myself and my bags into the guest bedroom and fell asleep quickly.

The next morning I woke up to numerous texts from Mark.

Mark: I hate you for doing this to me. You have no idea how mad I am right now. If I ever see you again I'll be mad as hell. It'll ruin my day.

Mark: You are a terrible human being. So verbally abusive and cruel. You act as if I did everything wrong when I was just trying to make everything right. You didn't tell me you were going somewhere. You just packed up your shit. Had I not come in when I did, I would not have known what happened to you. Anyone who does something like that is an attention whore and manipulative. You disgust me.

Mark: Oh, and fuck you.

My eyes welled up with tears. How did things end up like that? Mark and I were best friends for so long...we dated for almost a year...and up until the last 2-3 months, everything was great. We shared his house, we went swimming, we went on vacations...even if it was just a few miles away. I got to see PAX, I got to meet fans...everything was fine. I still don't understand what went wrong but obviously it was too late to fix things. I went outside and sat on a bench. My phone vibrated again. It was Mark. He had sent a picture of himself and some pretty blond lady. I finally replied.

Me: I get it. We're done. That's fine. Why bother me with pictures?

Mark: Just wanted to let you know I'm already moving on.

Me: Doubt it, but hey, I don't care.

Mark: Just remember what you could have.

Me: I do and I shudder. Go away. Please just go away.

Mark: And if I don't?

Me: Okay, fine, I'll block your number.

I went ahead and blocked his number. It was hard to do and it felt so strange but so right at the same time. I cried a little and went back inside.

MARK

I feel bad for trying to torment (y/n). I had no business doing that. I don't have a girl over here...it was photoshopped. I'm not mad. I'm devastated. It was mostly my fault. I got an attitude over nothing and took it out on her. I got frustrated with playing games and took it out on her. I got cocky and acted like she was just there. She's no angel, but I'm not either. I feel terrible...and now she blocked my number so I can't reach her. She's cut me off entirely. I hate crying,but I've been doing an awful lot of that lately. I'm alone here. The guys moved out and now (y/n) is gone, too. This house is too big to be alone in. I've been sitting in the same spot ever since she left. I don't know how I'll ever move again. Fuck the videos, I can't make any right now. I'm too depressed. Everything is just so great right now. Nothing matters. (Y/N) was the best girlfriend I've ever had...and I let things get wildly out of control. Now I've gotta pay for it.

YOU

Weeks have passed and I'm still with my friend, saving up for an apartment. I haven't seen Mark or heard from him but according to the fanbase, he's back to making videos. I'm tempted to see if he's donning a piss poor attitude in them, but I really don't want to see his face. It'll hurt too much. I'm feeling pretty alone and I regret walking away like I did. My only escape from sadness is work, and working isn't all that fun. I broke down and looked at his Facebook only to see that a selfie was the only recent upload. I sighed, closing my laptop. I thought that this long after a breakup things were supposed to be looking up. Fuck me, I just want to go back to sleep.

MARK

I have to see her. I have to call all of her friends and see where she is because until I do I'm going to be miserable. I miss her. Everything about her. I need her here with me. I need her more than I ever have...I'm going to get my phone out and get a hold of everyone who knows her.