Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Never Leave Me

"(Y/n)! I've told you many a times to move your damn controllers from the middle of the floor."

"I'm sorry, but it's not my fault."
"Then who's is it?"
"Your's."

Mark storms into your room and has a look of disgust.

"How is it my fault?"

His temper seemed short so you tried to keep him calm. You noticed his veins poping in his neck, and his face getting a deep reddish hue.

"Nevermind. I'll go pick them up."
"You better."

He walked away seeming satisfied with how you responded to his rant. But you knew that wouldn't last long. Some odd apparent reason he decided he wanted to play an I Am Bread update, which made him on edge.

"(Y/n)? Where's the mouse pad?"
"In the house."
"I would hope so, but I'm serious. Where is it?"
"Did you look?"
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. What do you care?"
"I care because if you actually looked, you wouldn't be asking me."
"I don't think you know who your raising your voice at young lady."

You stand up and remove yourself from his presence. He was clearly trying to pick a fight.

"(Y/n)! I was not finished talking to you!"
"I was finished talking to you. I'm not about to start an argument over stupid shit. So I removed myself."
"I don't care. Your acting like I'm going to yell at you."

You turn around and look at Mark's face. His forehead had a familiar shine to it as it did in all of his videos he recorded. His pink hair stuck out of his head like a cartoon character; it was carelessly placed all over his head.

"What are you doing right now?! Are you not aware of your voice level?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
"You may just need some time to yourself. So I'm going to leave for about an hour."

You hurriedly grab your phone and purse and start towards the door. You feel a hand on your back, its warm embrace telling you to turn around.

"Kiss me before you go."
"Do what?!"

Mark's head lowered to the floor and was brought back up. His eyes filled with a saddened glaze. You noticed his hair was actually more displaced than it was about two minutes ago.

"Kiss me...before you...go."
"No...You're not about to use your little charm to woo me to stay. You're stressed and you need some time to yourself."

Mark placed his hands on his forehead and looked about the room dreadfully.

"(Y/n), I've been a real douchebag lately, yes I know. But it's not you at all. I just...I...shit. I don't have any excuse for my behavior lately."

"Mark? What are you trying to say to me?"

"Well, since you've moved in and everybody found out.about us...things have been different. More hate comments, death threats, hate mail...You know... and when I seen that it just gets me...aggravated."

"You shouldn't care about what people tell you and say. You shouldn't let any of this get to you Mark. This isn't like you. What the hell is going on in your brain?"

"Just... give me a kiss before you go (y/n). I never know told this will be the last time I'll ever see you."

"I trust it won't be."

"(Y/n). If you do leave me, just be careful. Watch your back cause you never know who's hiding in the bushes."

"Oh well. If I get shot, that's your fault."

Mark grabs you by the collar and holds you off the ground. With one sudden push, you're up against the door.

"Too bad. You weren't going anywhere from the start."