Stay With Me (Markimash)

Chapter Eighteen: Stay With Me

Yami's POV

Anxiously tapping my foot and twiddling my thumbs, a deep voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Aaron, it's going to be okay," Mark said, calming my unsettled nerves as if reading my mind.
"I know," I sighed, looking into his eyes as the cab pulled up to his LA home, "I'm just nervous."
Today we have the mind set to make our "coming out," video and I'm scared of the detestation. I know I said it didn't bother me, and that is partially true, but I'm terrified of being harassed because of who I love.
Slowly and trembling, I entered the house and sat down on the couch, inhaling deeply the accustomed aromas around me.
"I'll," Mark began, sighing and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, "get the camera."
I nodded in response and watched as he walked down the hall, turning and entering another room.
There's no way to escape the inevitable, no matter how painful it is. No matter how hard it is to accept the truth and how angry people may get, it needs to be said.
Minutes later, Mark returned into view, placing his tripod on the coffee table, facing the couch as I wiped the tears flooding my eyes, hoping that he didn't see.
The spot next to me was weighed down as I looked up to see him staring into my imaginably, glossy eyes.
"It's going to be okay," his soothing voice sang while his thumb and index finger lifted my chin, pulling my lips onto his.
Breaking from the buss, I nod and turned to the camera as Mark hit record.
"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and I am joined today with none other than my good friend, Yamimash!" He hollered, gesturing to me as I waved shyly.
Sighing and continuing, "Now this is a very special vlog because there is a little announcement we have to make."
My heartbeat was vigorous and I felt my head grow heavy as I looked beck at Mark, staring into my eyes lovingly.
"We are-" He began as I balled my hands into fists and used what strength I had left to reach up, gripping his waist and kissing him passionately for the world to see. His eyes widened then fluttered shut and within seconds, our lips were moving in perfect unison.
I pulled away and saw a bright hue cover his smiling face.
Cleating his throat and chuckling, he continued, "Yami and I are dating!"
I leaned my head on his shoulder and grinned at him, not paying the slightest mind to the hate any longer.
"I love you, Mark," I whispered into his arm as he looked down at me.
"I love you, too."
We kissed again before Mark ended the video as normal, saying how the hate wouldn't interfere with us even though we're scared and I agreed.

Editing was a humorous venture: watching in replay, me forcefully kiss him, how his eyes glistened when he pulled away, and how red the pastel on my innocent features looked, but I don't regret a thing.
"it just uploaded," Mark said, entering the room and sitting his laptop on the coffee table in front of us as my stomach churned, almost making me hurl.
Sensing my uneasiness, Mark sat close next to me, kissing my forehead, "It's going to be okay."
"Mark I-" I began, interrupted by a ding on the laptop. One ding turned to ten, which in seconds, changed to hundreds as Mark pulled it onto his lap. His eyes lit up as they danced from one tab to two, the edge of his lips perking into a joy filled smile while several tears fell down his face. He laughed and looked up at me, pushing the screen at me hastily.
I peered down and my flooding eyes caught one of several comments.
Love. Joy. Glee.
Message after message showed happiness and delight in our news. No hate.
An arm wrapped around my waist as I turned behind me to see the source, kissing the back of my neck.
"No hate," I sobbed with delight, pivoting forward to read comments.
Hours pass and we didn't move from that spot on the couch, both silent as we read each and every message.
"What now?" I asked, turning behind me as Mark clenched his jaw, thinking briefly before an odd gleam appeared in his eye.
"Stay," he whispered, looking into my soul with his deep, chocolate-brown eyes.
My eyebrow raised in confusion, "What?" I asked.
"Stay. With me!" He cheered once more, smiling giddily, "Don't go back to Britain, stay with me!"
The small grin on my face grew in size as I nodded my head vigorously, leaning in and kissing him fast.
"I love you so much," Mark whispered breaking from the kiss while leaning his forehead against mine.
"I love you too," I said, "more than I can describe."

Thank you Cliffbaby for writing these last five chapters! Thank you readers for reading this story, it had now come to an end! *bows* Check out Cliffbaby for more Markimash, she writes lovely one shots!