Markiplier/Darkiplier Stories

Petty Fight

Mark and I were sitting at the dinner room table, arms crossed and breath hitched. We weren't on speaking terms at the moment. He had said things and I had said things that pushed both of us to our limits.

You see, Mark and I hardly ever fight or even raise our voices at each other. We were almost completely in sync if you were to ask his friends or mine.

I sat uncomfortable in front of the marvelous man before me. I had grown to love Mark, which I hate, but I have come to accept it. The whole reason why this fight started was because I saw Mark with his hands wrapped around another girl.

I didn't bother to ask who the girl was or why he had his arms wrapped around her, all I knew was that I was pissed and Mark was my target.

-- flashback --

"Hey (y/n), you wanna come out to eat with me and the guys?" I read the text message as I sipped on my coffee (or not coffee if you don't like it XD). I smiled from ear to ear and quickly replied. "Of course, Mark. I'll be around in a few minutes."

I ran up to my bedroom and found, what I thought to be, my best clothes. I quickly put them on and fixed up my hair and makeup.

I walked downstairs to grab my car keys, cell phone, and jacket. I unlocked my phone and texted Mark quickly, "Hey Mark, I'm ready. I'll be over soon." I lock my phone and put my jacket on, putting my phone into my coat pocket.

I walked outside and locked my door behind me, quickly rushing over to my truck. I climbed inside and put the key in the ignition. I turn the key and start the truck, putting the truck into drive.

As I make my way over to Marks place, I take in the scenery of the big city of L.A. The city was beautiful regardless of the terrible traffic, the pollution, and the lack of water. I enjoyed being here with my friends.

I didn't realize that I had already reached Marks house. I put the truck in park and remove the key from the ignition, climbing outside rather fast. I walked to Marks house, but for some reason, instead of going to the front door; something told me to go to the window.

I quietly walked over to window and peeked inside, peeking in to see all the boys standing around each other. I quickly found Mark with his arms wrapped around some girl, a smile plastered onto his face. I could feel my heart shatter as I watch Marks smile grow wider.

I turn around and run towards the truck. I quickly climb inside and sit silently, letting the tears run down my face. My makeup was smearing but I didn't care about that. I keep the image of his smile in my head. It tore me apart, I thought he cared about me. I thought he loved me.

I screamed out and hit my hands on the steering wheel. I turn my head towards Marks house again and see a smiling Mark standing at the door. He waves politely and walks over to my truck, opening my door for me. "Hey (y/n), -" he noticed the tears streaming down my face.

"(Y/n), what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I feel the sadness pass over and soon rage consumes me. "Who was that girl?" His face changed from worried to confused. "Who? The girl inside?" I looked at him and spat with venom in my voice, "You know what, it doesn't matter. I thought you cared and for whatever reason, I thought you loved me." I whispered the last part, not really wanting him to hear it.

"(Y/n), why would you just assume that I don't? Just because I was hugging some chick? I mean,  just how low do you think I am?" Marks voice rose slightly and I could tell he was mad at my assumption. "You know what, tell your friends to leave. We need to talk."

Mark stormed off and soon after, his friends were giving their goodbyes.

-- flashback over --

So here we are, pissed off at each other for no reason. I sigh softly, "Mark, I'm sorry that I just assumed that you didn't care. I just wasn't sure what to think. But, who was that girl anyways?"

Mark sighs heavily and walks over to me, "That was Molly, Bobs wife. We haven't seen each other in ages and she wanted a hug. I would never hurt you like that. I'm sorry if it came off that."

I felt the tears begin to fall. How could I just assume that he didn't want me? That must've hurt him. "I'm sorry Mark. I'm really sorry." "It's okay."

I stand up from the chair and wrap my arms around Mark. His scent alone could help me calm down in any situation I am in. Mark plays with my hair as we stand there together in silence. "Let's just forget about this whole thing. Come on, let's go play some video games."

I smile and nod, letting him lead the way. I will never just assume again, it hurts and I don't like it.

I'm sorry that sucked XD I tried though so yeah