One-Shots and Short Stories [REQUESTS: ON HOLD!]

I Love You, But I Hate You (rq)

Requested by @Autumn_Trash . 

{12/31/18: Edited minor spelling mistakes.}

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Ever since Mark met Jack's others egos, one of them stood out to him the most. Instead of it being the odd-one-out purple haired zombie, Robbie, or the I'm-Super-Cool, brightly colored Dad, Chase, it was actually one of the most blandish ego of them all... Anti. The Glitch Bitch who only wore black and only showed the little bit of kindness he had in his heart to Robbie, which really only consisted of letting Robbie cuddle him during movie nights.

Nonetheless, Mark hated that Anti was in his mind, not really knowing why he kept popping up to begin with. He remembers every bit of detail of Anti, from to the fact his teeth were somewhat sharp, to the small zit that poked through his beard on his chin... Anti's face was burnt into his eyelids, every time he blinked, he only saw Anti.

Anti was facing something not too completely different than Mark. The floofy-haired YouTuber kept popping up in his head, completed with that damn, never-ending smile he had. He could almost hear Mark's low rumbling laugh... wait, that was his laugh!

Anti peeked around the corner and into the kitchen, seeing Mark and Jack having a conversation while making dinner. Chiefiplier was there as well, but wasn't paying attention to the others in the room, too involved with his cooking. Anti snarls, walking in. "Why is that fucker here?" He snaps.

Jack and Mark look over. Mark quickly recognizes his face, rolling his eyes before ignoring him once again. Jack sighs. "Anti, the Ipliers as staying for dinner. They do so once a month, and today is the September dinner date," he explains. "Now be nice for once. They were finally able to bring Yandereplier here from all the way in Japan, and it's his first time here. You need to set a good example."

Anti scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Kick Bitchface out and I'll be nice," he crossed his arms.

The two originals rolled their eyes.  "Go to a hotel if you want me to go so badly. You're old enough to go," Mark sassily replies with.

"Well I fucking live here! I don't need to leave... you do!" Anti snaps back.

Jack sighs. "Fine. If you two won't stop bickering, I'll make both of you sleep in Anti's room tonight," he says.

"Nooo!" Mark whines.

"I'm not letting that shit in my room!" Anti refuses, only getting the reply of "I own the house; my roof, my rules," from Jack.

The two foes sent each other's death glares before falling silent until dinner.

When dinner time arrived and everyone was seated, Jack introduced Yandereplier to the table, becoming one of the youngest egos, including with still being in high school.

Jack made Yandere sat across from Anti and Mark, who were forced to sit together. When the food was passed around and served, everyone began to eat. Anti and Mark didn't start arguing until they tugged the tray of crossonts around, deciding who gets the last one since they were one down from being even.

"I'm dealing with you so I should get it!"

"Well its not much different from me!" They bickered back and forth until Yandere stepped in, using his steak knife to knock the tray out of their hands, split it in half due to the hit, and finished with the top of the knife stuck in the top of the table.

Even with Yandere's attempt to shut them up, the two continued to bicker and bitch at each other until after dinner, a movie, and a small game of Uno.

Jack grabs the two of them. "My god, will either of you shut up?" He whines, shoving them into Anti's room. "Both of you are locked in here until you two learn to get along." He slammed and locked the door, making Anti pissed beyond his limits.

"HEY YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" Anti slams his body against the door, banging on it repeatedly.

Mark sighs and rolls his eyes. "It's your room. Why do you want to leave so badly?" He asks, his heart beginning to race.

Anti snapped his head at an inhuman like angle, snarling at Mark as he stomped up, pushing him roughly against the wall. "I don't want out. I want YOU out!" He snaps.

Both their hearts were racing, both their hands were sweating. Their faces inches apart, nearly black eyes locked with brown ones.

Mark softly gasped, seeing how close Anti got, being face to face with him. He was so close, Mark could feel his breath on him. Anti's hands were still pinning Mark to the wall, clutching the other's wrists.

The two inched closer and closer until they locked lips, kissing. Anti let go of Mark's wrists, picking him up by the back of his thighs as Mark wrapped his arms around Anti's neck and pulled him deeper in the kiss.

The Irishman tossed Mark onto his bed, watching his body bounce up before settling still. He crawled over his body, kissing him again. "I hate you."

Mark pulled away from the kiss. "I hate you too."