Get Out
Requested: No.
Fandom: Markiplier
Pairing: Darkiplier/Reader
Pronouns: None?
Warnings: Really Sad??
A/N: I would say that I apologize in advance, but I’m not sorry... Enjoy!
**If this post inspires you, it really means a lot. However, please do not copy it or add-on to it without my permission. I’ve written this in a way that I feel is right, and adding on without permission makes me feel as though my work was not good enough on its own. If you are given permission to add-on, please make an individual post that refers back to mine. Thank you. -Hannah Xx
The day started out fine, just like every other day. You woke up to a note from Dark, saying that he would be out for most of the day, you got ready for the day, and you left to do the things that you needed to get done. However, as the day progressed, dread became a common recurrence. Even though you knew nothing was physically wrong, you could just feel that something was off. You tried calling and/or messaging Dark, but there was no response. Of course, this wasn’t an unnatural thing, you once went an entire week without speaking to the demon. You weren’t even sure if your suspicions were right. However, after only being out half the day, you quickly returned home.
You left the bags in the car, barely bothering to take the keys out of the ignition. The dread grew when you stepped into the house and watched Dark pick up a photo off the table. It was a photo of the two of you, you were standing in the park, the autumn trees behind the two of you. Your face was tucked against Dark’s shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist, and Dark actually had a small smile on his face.
“Dark?” your voice was soft, eyes curiously roaming his figure. A duffle bag was over his left shoulder and he turned quickly to lock eyes with you. There was a flash of despair in his eyes before it quickly turned to nothing.
“I’m leaving,” he said simply, voice null of emotion. The tone of voice hurt more than his words.
You followed him into the bedroom, heart starting to pick of speed. He threw his duffle bag onto the bed before moving to the closet. He pulled all of his clothes from their hangers, laying them down on the bed. You knew what was happening, he was leaving for good, but you still had to ask, “For how long?”
“I think you know.” he snaps without missing a beat, and immediately your throat fills with a lump. You shook your head, eyes filling with tears of frustration and sadness.
“Why? Can’t we, I don’t kn-ow, talk about this?” you can barely force it out, voice cracking as you tried to stop from sounding pathetic. You had felt Dark becoming more and more distant, but you chalked it up to his work.
“I can’t stay here.” is all he says, his tone informing you that the conversation should end here. But it didn’t.
“Dark, wait, please. Is it something I did, or something I did?” you’re not sure whether to be angrier or more upset, but he wasn’t even trying to talk about this.
“No, I need to leave, Y/N. I can’t stay.” he stepped passed you, moving to the bathroom. He didn’t have much in there.
"Dark, wait-" you try again, his movements pause long enough to turn his head towards you.
"I said no. I can't stay." his words were hissed in malice, eyes flashing in warning, though he'd never hurt you. He zipped up the duffle bag, turning to watch you swallow thickly, spinning on your heel to leave the bedroom.
"Fine. Get out.” you hissed, anger coming from you in waves. Despite this, Dark could still sense your pain, but he was glad you were angry. He would much rather you hate his guts than realize that he was dying.
Weeks pass and you’re just able to actually leave the house. The pictures have all been taken down, all memories of Dark were stored in a box under the bed. Including his jacket, which he claimed was his favorite because it was your favorite.
You were still heartbroken, of course, but you needed to get back on track. The only way you had been able to survive was the food that your best friend made you eat. And you were very grateful toward them. So, when you finally decided enough was enough, you sent them a quick text to let them know that you were very grateful for them.
“Right,” you whispered to yourself, standing up. You rubbed at your eyes, stretching your arms out. There was still a pain in your heart, sure, but you couldn’t keep doing this to yourself. You knew this, which is why you made your way to the kitchen. With a steaming cup of tea in your system, you’d be ready to straighten out your schedule.
You poured the hot water into your favorite mug before you grab a tea bag from the cupboard. As the brown liquid swirled around in your cup, you were able to let some of the tension out of your body. That is, until, the sound of your table sliding across your floor reached your ears. As if someone had crashed into it.
“Y/N,” came the gasping voice behind you. Your previously made tea fell to the ground. “Y/N,” the voice came again.
You didn’t want to turn around, you really didn’t, but you had too. Your heart clenched painfully, eyes locking with the golden-browns of the man in front of you. “Light.”
“Y/N, I am so, so sorry,” he immediately wraps you in his arms, and it takes everything you have to not get violent. How dare this man appear in your kitchen,
“Why are you here?” you questioned, trying not to seeth at him. It wasn’t his fault that Dark left you. Even you knew that the Ipliers adored you.
“What do you mean?” Light asked as he pulled back, to look you in the face. Surely you were in denial.
“Dark left me, you should know that. You don’t need to be sorry for that, you didn’t know that he was going to leave.” you pushed Light away, eyes on the floor. The angel stood in silence, watching you as you grabbed a cloth and began to clean up the mess on the floor.
Light crouched down to your level, taking your wrist gently. He waited until you locked eyes with him, “Y/N, you don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?” your heart jumped into your throat because you had never seen him look this serious before. “Know what, Light?” you repeated when he didn’t answer immediately.
“Sweetheart, Dark’s dead.”
