I Will Always Love You {Markiplier xReader one shot}

I Will Always Love You

It's around 3:00 am and you're getting pissed off at yourself because you don't know why Mark loves you. You think you are ugly and you don't know why you're still with him. You storm out of the apartment and you head to the car and speed out of the complex. Mark chases after you on his bike because your car was being fixed. Oh what luck. It starts drizzling in California which is a first for a while. You head to an open lot that's completely empty and just stay there contemplating on what to do.

Mark finds you at the lot and he speeds to the car while the rain almost made Mark slip and fall on the asphalt. But he makes it to the car and drops it like he doesn't care. He bangs on the window telling you to come out and talk. You stay there not even looking the him. You finally get to look at his worried ass face. You feel concerned inside but it looked like you didn't get a shit about what he had to say. But you get out anyways, slamming the door behind and not caring about getting wet. It's starting rain more. Why is this setting so cliché? You don't like it at all.

"What do you fucking want Mark?" You say still pissed and now on the urge to cry. "Baby why are you acting like this?! This isn't you!" Mark says getting closer to you, but you ignore the fact he's reaching out to you. You just stand there in awe.

"Why do you love me?" You shout, getting straight to the point. Mark was shocked for you to say that. "Why are you dating this piece of shit... What in hell do I provide you with! Nothing. I'm not the one who's going to give the love that you need and you need that person! Not me! Okay!? I can't handle the fact that you want to love me! I'm so fugly that's the reason I put loads of makeup on! I'm an ugly bastard okay! Why do you love me?" You start to sob your eyes out by the time you finish your statement. You drop down to the ground crying in your hands. Looking at your hands is all your makeup from earlier today. You could see the mascara and the eyeliner marks on the creases of you palm. Mark kneels down in front of you.

"Baby, you're the most gorgeous person I've ever met stop lying to yourself." He says in a gentle voice. He gently rubs on your forearm back and forth, trying to calm you down not helping at all.

Memories rolled back remembering those nights. Remembering when he used to be as romantic as possible. You fault back from the memories knowing those times were lies.

"No you stop lying!" You yell back, chocked up. You can't take this anymore. You slowly reach out your pocketknife you've had since you were an adolescent from your back pocket. You were thinking of something to do but you couldn't. When Mark got up, he turned around just stressed from all the commotion. He strokes his hair back. You can hear him sigh. He was talking to you and himself. You just ignore him.

You then pulled out the knife slowly to cut. You've been 29 months clean. Yes you kept track and it's the longest you've ever been and you just needed it right now. And it's roughly the time when you two hooked up. As the first stroke across your wrist felt, it felt like it was forever since you've had a piece of chocolate. That feeling of 'mmm that's good.' You keep doing that a few more times and more and more. Mark saw you cut and he ran up to you, gently getting the pocketknife out of your hand and chucks it across the parking lot recklessly. "Stop that right now! Why are you doing this to yourself!" Mark yells, grasping one hand to the nape of your neck. The other to rub his hands across your jawline. He looks straight into your eyes but you ignore it. You could feel his stare. You start crying again. Not because you hate life but your decisions you've made. You hated yourself for cutting. You wanted to die right then and there but you can't. You lost the moment. "This is so confusing." You say between sniffs. All you wanted was someone, someone that really cares. Someone to feel love, to be the romantic of the couple.

Mark takes your chin. He lifts it off your chest making you have to look at him, but you don't. "Look at me." He says softly with a sincere tone to his voice. "Look at me." He says again, yet slightly more demanding. You look straight into his beautiful chocolate eyes. Seeing tears form. "I love you no matter what. I can't stop loving you... once I've found you I knew you were the one and I can't lose you now. I've lost my father and I can't lose you like this." Once he talks about his father you start having an emotional fix to yourself. You don't know what's happening.