My YouTube Gamer Boyfriend (A Markiplier Fanfic)

Unhand me Nurse!

I woke up with the intent of giving Mark a good morning text, but instead I was flooded with a ton of Twitter notifications.

Are you Mark's girlfriend? ! #markiplier

You aren't good enough for Mark. He deserves me #Markiplier

Why is Mark cheating on me with you? #markiplier

Hundreds of messages all assumed the same thing. A lot of them were angry and a lot of them blamed Mark. How did they even get my twitter handle? Mark couldn't have put that in the video, he didn't know it.

Instead of calling Mark, I went over to his apartment and lightly knocked on the door. I didn't want to worry him, but this did worry me. It also made me wonder, was anyone good enough for Mark in the eyes of his fans?

I stood in an oversized shirt and shorts and my phone wouldn't stop lighting up and vibrating.

Mark's mine! #markiplier

I really didn't like yesterday's vlog. That girl was annoying #markiplier

Mark is changing #markiplier

They really hated me. After a short time, Mark opened the door. He looked really cute (when did he not) and as usual a smile was on his face. It faded once he realized I had to force my smile.

"Hey y/n what's wrong," Mark questioned, concern laced in his voice.

"Twitter."

"What about it," Mark asked puzzled, but realization quickly dawned on him, "come inside."

I walked into Mark's apartment and sat on his pink couch. Mark asked for my phone and I handed it to him. The notifications were still going off like rapid fire.

"Damn," Mark said in shock, "they're never this bad."

"What are you talking about?"

"They," Mark stopped and let out a frustrated groan, "I just want them to be happy."

"Do they always get like this when you're around girls?"

"A few," Mark said while pacing around, "but this is way out of control."

I just watched Mark go back and forth, desperately trying to think of a way to calm them. Jeez, this is going to be a great relationship.
"Maybe more people are upset because your channel is growing in popularity, so there are more people that are going to, well, hate me." I said. I mean it sounded logical enough.

Mark sat next to me and smiled.

"You're so beautiful. " Mark whispered, immediately making me blush. I thanked him.

"You're probably right," Mark said while handing me an envelope, "wanna go to a par-TAY with me tonight? All of this drama makes me want to drink."

I opened the envelope to see an invitation. "YOUTUBER PARTY" was sprawled on the top in large font.

"How many people will be there?" I asked.

"A lot. I heard Felix is coming too. Maybe you can meet with some people to collab with, I mean my handsome looks are good but I suppose you should work with others."

"I'm in!" I screamed before running into my apartment to find something to wear. I started looking through my luggage, but nothing screamed "party girl." Actually, nothing about me screamed that. I started to panic when I heard a knock at my door. I opened it to see Mark with a shimmery black fabric in his hands.