My YouTube Gamer Boyfriend (A Markiplier Fanfic)

Maybe We Should Stop

Mark wiped the whipped cream off of his face with a spare kitchen towel. Out of 6 rounds, only one had gotten me to spit out my water. I didn't really understand the fun in winning since the winner ended up drenched in their opponent's laughter filled spit.

"I really thought I'd be able to win this challenge," Mark managed to say while cracking up. He looked so cute that way.

"Well like this video if you want to see the 'Mark goes shirtless' challenge," I said playfully to the camera. It still felt weird talking to a camera. I knew people would be seeing it, but they weren't there at that moment. People I would never know or see were watching me play games or talk about my life. Why did they care? It was fascinating.

"Y/N how'd you guess that? That's tomorrow's video!"

"WHAT," I screeched. I startled myself, unaware of that octave and loudness.

"Well I guess you'll see in tomorrow's video! Just kidding, but I'll leave those videos in the description. And as always, I will see YOU in the next video! Buh- Bye!" I waved at the camera and could feel my face heating up. Why the hell would you scream like that?!

Mark got up from his chair and turned the camera off. As he removed it from the tripod, I decided it was time for me to leave. No way I was discussing that outburst. I stood up and stealthily made me way to the door. My hand made contact with the doorknob and I let out a sigh of relief. Mark's head quickly turned in my direction as he smirked wickedly. You idiot! Next time, sigh outside of the damn door!

"Leaving so soon?"

A chill ran through me. I couldn't admit I wanted to see him shirtless, let alone wanted him at all! I needed to take this slow and I knew it. I kept thinking of that almost kiss throughout the whole vlog and I probably appeared lovesick. I made a mental note to myself to prepare for the comments section.

"I have to go feed my dog."

"You don't have a dog Y/N." Dammit he was right, but might as well try to turn this around.

I fumbled to make a cohesive sentence, "I do! I bought him last night!"

"Oh really," Mark said while stepping closer to me, "what's her name?"

"Daisy." The conviction in my voice definitely deserved a pat on the back for good lying.

"But I thought you said it was a boy?"

He was quick. I looked everywhere but at him. I was defeated. I felt a familiar hand lift my chin.

"Hey I'm just teasing you, please don't be upset, I thought your shock was cute. You're-" Mark stopped himself and quickly removed his hand from my chin. Was I that repulsive? Mark pointed to the couch and uttered, "can you sit here please? I think we should talk."

Fear swept over me, but I did what he asked. I knew he was going to want to talk about this morning. He sat next to me, but there was a notable amount of space.

"I'm so sorry," was all Mark could say. He sounded remorseful.

"What for?"

"I was really, what's the word," Mark's eyes widened before continuing, "I'm never at a loss for words. Why do you do this to me?"

"Why do I do what?" I never had any sort of affect like that on guys, even my ex. I was thoroughly confused as to what I was exactly "doing" to him.

"This! You just- I don't know! I," Mark let out a large breath as he stared at his white ceiling, "I'm sorry."

"Mark stop apologizing you did nothing wrong." I went to place my hand on his shoulder and he winced. What's up with him?

"I did do something wrong! I was far too inappropriate this morning. I didn't mean it, I mean I meant it i just," Mark let out a grunt of frustration, "can I ask you something? And please don't lie."

It was weird seeing Mark like this. It was kind of cute, but it made me worried at the same time.

"Of course Mark, anything."

"Did you feel something this morning?"

My heart stopped. I felt much more than I could ever admit to.

"Yes I did Mark."

Mark stood up and began pacing around the room. Did he not?

"Well I suggest you stop. We should stop speaking to eachother. " His words sounded as if he was trying to convince himself that this was a bad idea. He didn't actually believe it.

"And why should I? You're handsome, you're sweet, you're funny! Why on earth should I leave you alone? Do you have a girlfriend or something?" The last part just kind of slipped out and I regretted it the moment it did.

"No I don't have a girlfriend. You think I'd do that to you?" His voice cracked and he looked up at me with sorrow in his eyes.

"No it just slipped out I promise! Now just tell me why this is a bad idea!"

"I just- I travel a lot and I'm stressed a lot. My last relationship wasn't good at all. I can't drown you in this mess of a life I have. The constant travelling, the sleepless nights, I can't put you through this I just can't. My channel is growing rapidly, just like I know yours will, but-"

"But what?"

"I can't make you happy y/n! Sometimes I'm gone for weeks at a time and-" he wiped his face with his hands and didn't continue.

"Mark I don't care I know this can work-"

"That's what the last one said before she left me."

"Mark," I went over to him and placed my hand on his face feeling a tear touch my fingertip, "I promise I won't leave for a reason like that. I know how sweet you are, I wouldn't give that up for such a stupid reason."

"I just don't know, I'm sorry I-" I quickly placed my lips on Mark's and lingered there for a moment. Part of me said: what the hell did you just do? Another part argued back in a sassy demeanor: she kissed Mark and it was amazing. And the last part egged me on chanting: do it again! Do it again!

I instantly felt embarrassed. "I'm so sorry! I don't-" but a pair of lips met mine once again. Soft ones. My arms instinctively wrapped around Mark's neck while one hand instantly went to his famous hair. It was definitely as marvelous as it looked on my laptop. Mark's hands slid down from my upper back to lower back, eventually landing on my waist. Just as the kiss was going to deepen Mark pulled away.

"I think we just made things more complicated, "he whispered into my ear, panting after each word. I realized I had forgotten to breathe.

I stood there frozen in shock. What just happened? I kissed the guy I had watched for over a year on my laptop. The thing people dream of, I got to do. The thing I dreamed of, I got to do. I never imagined he'd actually be this perfect.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Oh God I made a mistake didn't I? I'm sorry you didn't-"

"Mark."

"Yes?"

"That was amazing." That earned a smile from Mark who lightly placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Maybe I should go," I said still staring into Mark's eyes. Mark gave me a nod in return, still panting.

Mark quickly ran to the kitchen, grabbing a pen and sticky note from his drawer. He ran back and stuck the note to my forehead before walking over to his couch and turning on the television as if nothing had happened. I pulled the note off to reveal a number and a short blurb that read:
Text me later, maybe we can go out tonight-Mark Fischbach

"I definitely will Mr. Fischbach," I said with a smirk. I saw Mark stiffen before turning around and giving me a quick smirk.

"Goodbye Miss Y/N."

I exited Mark's apartment and made my way to mine. I opened the door, shut it, and slid down the door in silence, reviewing what had just happened.

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