Lost (Mark/Darkiplier X Reader)

(A/N: I don't know if I'm going to put music at the top of all my chapters from now on, I just thought that I would try it. Plus, I like to have music to listen to while I review my draft and stuff. Anyway this is irrelevant. On with the story!)

I sat on the couch with Dark, with his computer on my lap. "Who is Stella? I want to know more about her." I asked Dark.

"Oh, her." Dark said a little annoyed. "That little brat. You know the story, I asked her to kill Mark, she denied. I gave her a punishment, and I guess I went a little too far. She died." He slowed his voiced towards the end not wanting to admit his mistake. "I do feel bad about it because Mark loved her to death. Now I made him sad. He mourns for her almost everyday. It's unbearable to watch."

I feel like Dark isn't telling me something about Stella. I tried to piece everything together in my mind. Then something popped up. Something strange. "Dark, if you killed her because she wouldn't kill Mark, why didn't you kill me? Or give me any physical punishment?"

I waited patiently for his response, "I think I did enough to torture you. I had sex with you without your consent! I was an idiot! That's punishment enough. Also, well I do like you more than Stella. Plus, you are kind to me and you make me feel like I have a point to living."

Dark made me blush a little. I know that he has grown to have an attachment to me, and I kind of have an attachment to him. "Plus, Mark really likes you too. He might even like you more than Stella. Which in my eyes is almost impossible."

I sat with Dark longer reading comments. It was nice to be able to sit by him without fearing for my life. "So, you are telling me that you care about Mark?" 

Dark tried to defend himself, but I know him too well, "Well, uh, I mean, I see myself when I look at him. I just-"

I cut him off quickly wanting to get into the real drama,  "Would you be happy if I went and killed Mark right now?" 

I waited impatiently for an answer. He looked around the room a little embarrassed. It's cute to see him actually have feelings. All this time I took him as an emotionless human being. Oblivious to what love really is and how one life can change the whole entire world. "Fine, you win (Y/N)! I have grown to like Mark as a friend! I would deeply punish you if you were to kill him." 

Out of nowhere I see Mark peer out of the corner with a big grin plastered across his face. I start to laugh as Dark turns around to spot Mark eavesdropping on our conversation. "Oh, uh, h-hi hey Mark, when do you get done with your work?" He stuttered. 

"Oh, I've been done for quite a while now. So, what's new?" The whole conversation became awkward while I was dying from laughter over the situation. Darkiplier has been exposed! "Aww, Dark you don't need to be upset over your feelings. I'm proud of you." 

Dark felt ashamed as Mark and I continued to make fun of him. I'm not proud of it, but not was hilarious at the moment. "Shouldn't you be crying in a corner about Stella or something?" Dark said angrily.

Mark let out a little sigh while he crossed his arms, "I have learned to bury things deep enough. At the same time I don't fully ignore them. Time has passed and I need to move on. Plus, I guess that you have learned from your mistake." Mark went back to teasing Dark.

"Hey Mark," I thought that I would interrupt, "Do you have any other plans?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "No, not really. I finished recording and editing everything for today. Why?"

"I don't know. I wanted to do something with you today. I always feel cut off from you." I admitted making a sad face. I swear that is the worst part being Mark's girlfriend. I never get to spend a great amount of time with him. He always works. Well, it feels like he always works.

"I hope you didn't have anything in particular that you want to do because I made a dinner reservation for the both of us." Mark said super exited.

"Really?" I said surprised. It's a miracle that he found the time to make some reservations.

"We should go then." Mark said motioning towards the door and disappearing behind it.

"Sorry Dark, you have to stay here." I told him as I stood up and walked towards the door. He replied with a jealous remark that he can do whatever he wants. "Whatever. Goodbye!" And with that I left him alone.

I got in Mark's car and buckled myself up. "I love you." I told him, although it's not like I don't say that fifty times a day.

Mark became all egotistical like he usually does, "I know, I'm pretty great. You are lucky to be with a strong, handsome man like myself." And he went on and on for a while as I kept nodding my head in agreement. Whatever makes him happy, I'll do it. 

We got to the restaurant and went inside. "Reservation for Fischbach." He told the lady at the counter, and she led us to our table. We got a seat right next to the window. I love to look outside and see all of the buildings and people walking by. This place seems to uptight for me. I am more used to ordering pizza and playing video games. That is a pretty great date night. I assume it's good to get out of the house and enjoy a night out.

Mark and I both tried our hardest not to embarrass each other. We both know that this isn't our style of place, but we tried to make the most of it. We created jokes, told each other how much we love each other, and I gave suggestions for new videos Mark could make. We even created a new idea for a sketch comedy that Mark said he would actually try to make. He thought Surgeon Simulator in real life was a hilarious idea.  I refused to be in the video because my lack of acting experience, but Mark said that he could invite Matt and Ryan to do it.

We finished off our wonderful date night with some chocolate cake that we shared. One thing I learned from today, I hate sharing cake. It felt like there was a silent battle to who got more cake, and we fought each other mentally for the last bite.

Mark allowed me to have a beer because he was driving home, and he can't drink anyway. A little amount of alcohol could make me tipsy. Mark paid the bill, and we headed home.

"Thanks for tonight." I said walking into our home.

"No problem. I would do anything for you." Mark sweetly said.

"I love you." I told him with a tiny slur in my voice. I could tell the the alcohol was getting to me.

"I love you more." Mark said back to me, looking hot as hell.

"No, I love you more." We debated for a while, until Mark got tired of firing 'I love you's' back and fourth.

"I can show you how much I love you." He said as he slightly opened the door to his bedroom. I bit my bottom lip slightly. He noticed my sign and grabbed my hand and led me to the bed.

Love is a vague word and it can mean so many different things.