What Life Would That Be? (Markiplier x Reader)

chapter 40

You were sitting in front of the window, watching the beautiful city as it worked.

"Hakuna Matata
What a wonderful phrase."

Move away from the window into an open area.

"Hakuna Matata
Ain't no passing craze."

You start rolling back and forth.

"It means no worries,
For the rest of your days."

You start to spin yourself in circles.

"It's our problem free."

You throw your hands in the air as your chair keeps spinning.

"Philosophy."

You stop the chair.

"Hakuna Matata."

*Clap* *Clap* *Clap* *Clap*

Mark comes out from the recording room. "Are you sure you want to be singing that song in your condition?" He laughs. "That is so going on youtube."

"What?! You recorded me?!"

"Yeah. It was actually an awesome accident too. I saw you sitting there by the window so i got out my phone to take a picture. When i did though i accidently pushed record, and then right after that you started singing."

"Wow. Great coincidence," you say sarcastically.

"I know i already did 2 videos, but the world needs to see this." He quickly ran back in the recording room.

You would've went after him and fought to get his phone so you can delete the video, but you can't. How could you if your in a wheel chair.

'I cant wait until I will finally be able to do shit again. I don't like that Mark has to do everything for me. I really do appreciate it though, but it makes me feel so useless.'

You wheel into the recording room, next to Mark.

"Do you want me to put it up?"

"Yeah. I guess it will be nice for people to see me happy when im like this." You sigh and roll yourself over to your computer to play happy wheels.

"Are you ok? You don't sound like it."

"Yeah I'm fine."

He leaned over and looked at you. You knew that he knew you were lying.

"Ok . No I'm not fine. I don't want to be useless anymore. I know it's only been a day and i still have a month to go, but I dont want to do this anymore. I don't want to have you do stuff for me all the time. Don't get me wrong i really appreciate it and i love you, but i dont want to be fully dependent on someone. I want to be able to make me own food, be able to go up the stairs, and take a shower normally. I just....." you feel your eyes get watery, but you fit back the tears. "I feel like I'm being a burden."

"Your not." Mark comes next you and gets on one knee, holding your hand. "I would anything for you. If that means carrying you up and down stairs, then that's fine. That's the very least i would do for you. I would walk around the whole world for you if it makes you happy. I would go days without food or water if that means that you'll be able to eat. I would take a bullet for you if it means you'll be able to live. I would do anything and everything to protect you and your feelings. I love you too much not to."

You feel a tear escape your eye.

"I l-love you too."

You bend down and hug him so tight.
'Thank god that I have you.'

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You were playing happy wheels. It turns out some people actually made levels for you.

"Ok I'm going to be the wheel chair guy cause..." you point at yourself. You play the customized level.

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"Holy shit those levels were AMAZING! That you guys so much for putting in the effort to make this for me. Ok beautiful, awesome, smart, amazing people that is all the time i have for today. I will see you magical rainbow peeps in the next one. BYEE!"

"BUH-BYE!" You hear Mark's voice in the background. He's sitting across from you editing his thumbnail.

You laugh and stop the recording.

"Mark?"

"Yes stunning?"

"When I'm done editing do you want to play Mortal Combat X?"

"Hell yes."

You laugh and begin editing.

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"Ow! Fuck! That hurt me and i don't even have balls."

Mark's character did a special move and literally exploded your characters testicles by punching them REALLY hard.

"That hurt me too," he said holding his crotch. He sounded like he was in pain.

You laugh.

~~~~~

You were sitting on the couch next to Mark with one earbud in your ear. He was playing Batman Arkham City.

You point at him. "I love the things you hate about yourself," you sang out loud, then hummed the rest of the line.

He chuckles. "Why do you always do that?"

"Do what?" You dance a little to the song.

"Sing out random parts to me."

"Well first, you told me you want to hear me sing often."

"True...." he nods.

"And second, those words are what i feel about you and i want you to know that."

He smiles. "But i want to hear you sing the whole song."

"Ok hear then." You unplug your headphones and skip to the next song. "This song is perfect."

"I'll take you,
Have you and hold you,
Forever I'll love you,
With all of my heart,
I'll be the Capulet to your Montague,
Till the sun kills the moon,
Till death do us part,
And even if our money all runs out,
That's alright as long as I got you around."

You turn to face Mark.

"Baby I'm so crazy,
No one makes me feel,
The way that you do,
Nobody can wake me,
Cause you're my dream come true,
You know that I, Love, You."

You hold his hands in yours.

"True love,
Is rare like a diamond,
Two hearts on an island,
That no one can reach,
It's just us,
And the horizon,
With you by my side I,
Can do anything,
And even when the world seems upside down,
That's alright as long as I got you around."

You scoot closer to him.

"Baby I'm so crazy,
No one makes me feel,
The way that you do,
Nobody can wake me,
Cause you're my dream come true,
You know that I, Love...

The way you laugh,
The way you smile,
The way you kiss.
Im on fire.
Baby im all yours.
The things you when your asleep.
The way we fit.
Im so lucky.
Baby im all yours."

The rest of the song continues to play as you look into eachother's eyes, still holding hands. It was as if you weren't even in the livingroom, or any place real. All you could see was him. You studied his face. Every little hair on his "beard". The little dimples he had under his lips. His lips. Then look back into his eyes.

"You know that i love you." The song finally ended.

"I love you Mark Edward Fischbach."

"I love you too (y/n) (m/n) (l/n)."

You lean in a little, as does he.