Night sky (Mark x TwinFemReader) fluff aghast
(( gif not mine - CUTIE ))
(A/n): lmao this request is weird and I love it.
Request: If you’re still doing request, do you think you could do a mark x female twin reader where they getting into a big fight so she leaves without telling anybody but eventually comes back and it’s clear that they’re both wrecks without their twin? Fluffy angst? Sorry, I just really like twin stuff ☺️
Warnings: Swearing and sadness and fluff and kill me
Okay so sharing a house in general, is not always fun. Sharing a house with three other men, can be fun but also not fun. But, sharing a house with your twin brother, fun and terrible.
But, (Y/n) shared a house with them because her and Mark had always worked together on everything. The pair of them had started this channel together; with (Y/n) behind the scenes and Mark in front of the camera.
Yeah, sometimes it was stressful, especially for Mark. He had to maintain his public image all the time.
The two of them had each other though. They pair really were inseparable, as most twins are.
“Mark, I swear to fuck if you don’t put the seat down one more time, I’m selling your dick on the black market.”
Screaming things such as this across the house was likely common. All the person in question would do, though, is giggle and run away. Because she lives with several five year olds.
“Kill me now…” (Y/n) mumbled.
Walking down the stairs cautiously, she had split her path and strut into the large kitchen.
“Mark.” the girl growled.
Her fraternal twin was standing there next the the fridge with chica at his feet.
“Did you even hear what I just said?” she questioned harshly.
“Well yeah, but I was busy adoring Chica that I didn’t have time to care.” he joked.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes with venom soaking her usually sweet expression. This was also very common. Him not caring about a lot of things his twin had to say.
“Mark I’m serious. This is a small bathroom incident but it just further proves the point that you don’t listen.”
Her words didn’t register in his ears or even get past her lips it seemed. The brunette was too busy baby talking his dog.
All (Y/n) could manage to do was sigh dramatically. It pissed her off that he didn’t take the time to hear her, and the frustration showed.
“I’m going to get dressed.” the girl commented stiffly.
“Not that you care..”
As (Y/n) made her way slowly back up the stairs, Ethan passed her stride joyfully.
“Mooooring, (Y/n).” he called, stopping his bouncy walk to face her politely.
“Yeah.” she replied blandly.
She continued her walk of shame up the last four steps, and sauntered into her room. Ethan was left staring up the way (Y/n) had gone, visibly confused, borderline concerned.
Though it was the usual time for them all to share breakfast, the youtuber had lost her appetite.
“I’m not going to sit here and sulk, at least.” she mumbled.
Shuffling around her room, (Y/n)’s soft hum strung lightly in the air. The (h/c) haired girl collected a pair of clean jeans and blank shirt, throwing over a loose cardigan.
For the second time, she made her way down the stairs.
As (Y/n) walked into the kitchen, she took the liberty of rolling up her sleeves briefly. Stepping to the cabinet, she had gestured for Mark to move over.
“I’d ask, but I’m sure you wouldn’t hear me.” (Y/n) hissed.
Reaching up to grab herself a pale plastic cup, (Y/n) caught in the corner of her eye her brother mouth what she had just said, with crude facial expressions.
The girl wanted to sigh and apologize, but she thought it might be best to guilt trip him instead. (Y/n) had really wanted to make her point.
After obtaining her glass, she went to the fridge, passing by Ethan who sat at the table. He sat there, chewing his toast silently, feeling and seeing the tension but being shit scared to say anything.
The youtuber pried open the refrigerator, viewing its contents wearily.
Dramatically, she then twisted to face the blue boy.
“Do we not have any more milk?” (Y/n) asked kindly.
Ethan nervously smiled back up at the (e/c) eyed girl, shaking his head briskly with a mouth full of bread.
This time (Y/n) did sigh “I could have asked Mark, oh but he wouldn’t have given a shit.”
Mark rolled his eyes and aggressively threw up his arms.
“So what? Now you’re going to pout all fucking day because I made one joke?!”
(Y/n) actually wasn’t surprised by his outburst, in fact the (size) girl anticipated it.
“No, I’m trying to get a fucking point across! Because repetition is the only thing you see from me.” she scoffed.
Mark just clicked his tongue and stared at his twin intensely.
“That’s because I really couldn’t give less of a fuck what you say.”
“Yeah, I already know–” she began. At this point she had already had enough this. (Y/n)’s aim was to apologize now, but that sure wasn’t Mark’s.
“No, I mean I really don’t care. What you have to say means jackshit at the point, you aren’t actually valuable to any of my project’s whatsoever.” Mark spat “I’m honestly baffled why the hell you still live with me.”
That struck home immediately. Why was she living with him? Because… well this was what the two of them had worked for for a long time…
“…” (Y/n) stood there in silence.
Ethan took a second to stand up, his eyes already gone wide. He opened his mouth stiffly and said “I don’t think you should have said that.”
Mark’s knees felt as though they could give out at the calmest of movements. Before being able to actually say anything, the brunette opened and closed his mouth several times, looking between his sister and Ethan.
“(Y/n), oh my god… I’m…” he began, heartfelt hurting twisting his words.
“The sun is so bright…” came Tyler’s airy voice, entering the kitchen lazily.
He stretched backwards, and held in a yawn “Morning.”
The girl took this as any sort of cue to leave.
She stepped her way rigidly from the room. Mark could be heard yelling her name before Ethan called a loud “Wait!” but it wasn’t for (Y/n).
(Y/n) turned to face the stairs, staring up at them blankly.
She had made up her mind. Even in her dazed state, she knew for certain she did not want to be here of all places, right now.
The girl had left. The house, I mean. She took her car from in front of the house and went away.
Of course she didn’t have any plans as to where she desired to go. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought she didn’t want to go anywhere at all.
So she drove and drove. And drove some more. Where (Y/n) ended up was half way across L.A, parked on the side of the road.
As she sat there breathing heavily, she was able to feel in her pocket, her phone vibrating. Not at all wanting to see any of the messages; she pulled it out against her better judgement.
- Loud blue boy: (Y/n)?
- Loud blue boy: I think you should come out of your room…
- Loud blue boy: wait r u even in your room??? :0
- Loud blue boy: Wait wait (Y/n) where are you?!
(Y/n)’s screen was lit up with messages from Ethan; they made her laugh a bit as she wiped at her eye.
The girl was happy she didn’t apply makeup this morning, noticing now that she had been crying most of the time she was driving.
A blunt sting cut through her upper chest. She didn’t want to be away from Ethan or Tyler. Especially not Mark. She had heard what Mark had said, but her mind wanted to know that he was lying. (Y/n) didn’t want to leave him…
“It’s been what, twenty minutes and I already miss them?” she mumbled softly.
Chancing her blurry eyes, (Y/n)’s gaze fell upon the digital clock in her car. It read in bright blue 4:58pm.
A quaint gasp bubbled from her throat, making (Y/n) sputter a bit in breath.
‘Six hours, what the hell.’ she thought.
Swiping furiously at her eyes once more, (Y/n) pulled off the side of the road and dealt out a most likely illegal U-turn. The youtuber began to go back the way she came, offering her silence a thick sigh.
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“I fucked up didn’t I?” Mark sniffed.
He was sat in the very middle of the kitchen, balling his eyes out, with a very not okay head.
“A little…” Tyler lulled. Tyler had been explained what had happened, and if he was honest, he was pretty disappointed in the two of them.
“Oh god, what if she never comes back?” Mark cries, heartbroken at the very thought “What if she just moves out and takes all her stuff with her and doesn’t say goodbye? Takes all her belongings, her memories.”
“I’m not sure that she would do that.” Ethan pats his back in an effort to console him.
Mark twists his head to look at the blue haired man and stares at him directly in the eyes.
“Ethan, I’m not ready to have her for once not take me.”
Now Ethan was the one heartbroken. He could see sufferable pain in Mark’s deep brown eyes.
“Hey, Mark, I believe that’s (Y/n)’s car pulling in…” Tyler spoke.
In an instant, the brunette had scrambled to his feet and with a deathly silence, watched the door.
Within a few seconds, it had opened quietly; softly. (Y/n)’s form slipped through the opening.
The current time was 11:23pm, from the moment that Mark saw (Y/n) in the doorway, to the second Mark had sprinted to her and snared her in a hug. The minute hand on the clock hadn’t even moved a millimeter between the two.
“Mark…” (Y/n)’s voice cracked. She wasn’t able to hug him back, or even close the door. Her twin had her arms confined under his own.
Mark also wasn’t able to say anything, it seems, other than ‘I’m sorry’ in repetition.
“Repetition, that’s all I ever hear from you.” (Y/n) laughed softly, sniffing a bit now and again.
The male raised his head to her words, showing her a sad, dopey smile. The stars in open night sky reflecting on his watery black eyes; making his sister smile back at him ten fold.
(A/n): Boi this is so long I hated editing it. I can’t frickin read today, lordy