Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

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Mark's POV

"Sean...are you really about to make me sit in this car for two hours just so you can go to the job interview?"

Sean laughed and grabbed his phone off the seat. He gave me a kiss, then put his two fingers on my lips.

"We don't want a pretty girl like (y/n) to stop by and steal my man do we? No. I Already know since I haven't be giving you what you need, you're going to try and get it from her. I'm so totally not letting that happen big boy."

He took the keys out of the ignition, and straightened his tie. I had to be honest, Sean was sexy in a suit. He walked towards the big building, looking around him constantly. His tiny figure moving perfectly in the fitted suit.

As if on cue, I received a call from (y/n). I happily answered it since I hadn't talked to her all day.

"Wassup wafflecakes?" I say.

"Thinking about you and Sean. It's been like...a week since I saw you."

I laughed. She was always around when Sean and I were just friends, but ever since he moved in with me, her visits were less frequent.

"Yeah I miss you. Why haven't you came to see us?"

There was a loud crash in the background, then a sudden silence. I heard (y/n) yell something intelligible, then her breathing came back to the phone.

"Sorry Mark. The puppies just knocked down my..Uh...my vase. I'll call you back in about ten...ok?"

I wondered why she was so frantic...it was just a vase. Any other time she'd just stay on the phone with me. Just a few weeks ago she was in the tub talking to me. What was happening to her?

"Alright wafflcake. I'll talk to you later. Wait-- when did you get puppies?"

Before she could answer, the line went dead. (Y/n) had been acting strange lately, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Your POV

I threw the phone onto the couch. The dreaded words I didn't want to hear. I couldn't tell him, and I wasn't going to. I shook my head and took a deep breath.

"Okay (y/n). You're not going to be afraid of Sean. I mean...he won't hurt you again while Mark is around...right?"

Mark's POV

After about ten minutes of checking out girls, talking to myself, watching my old videos, practicing my moans, and playing with my hair, (y/n)'s pretty face popped up on my screen.

"Well, well. If it isn't my old friend."

"All jokes aside Mark. I have something to tell you."

"Did you lose your dildo again?"

"Uh...No. Mark, please be serious. It's about Sean."

"Okay sugarcakes. I don't have all day before the lot to guy comes back out from an interview, so spit it out."

I hear her take a deep breath and tell herself to stay calm.

Your POV

"Mark...last week. When you left to go get that new controller Sean broke, it was a set up."

"Oh yeah. It told me it was an accident. Is this what it's all about? I don't care about the controller. I've actually problems one before-"

"Sean threatened me." I spit out. It felt good to come clean. It had been on my mind for so long, but how was I going to tell him the whole truth? Oh, Sean slipped and fell into my vagina? I don't think so.

"He WHAT?!"

"As soon as he saw your car leave, he pushed me up against your desk."

"Look. I know you (y/n). You're not telling me the whole truth...are you?"

"Sadly, no. It I didn't want to ruin you're relationship with Sean...and I... I just can't. I know you've probably been wondering why I've been acting so weird lately, well now you know."

"Did he actually...?"

"He told me to never come in between you and him ever again. If I ever did, I'd serve the consequences. Truth is, I actually enjoyed it."

"So, you and Sean had sex? Correct?"

"Umm...Yeah?"

"Without me?"

I facepalmed. He took this exactly the way I thought he would.

"Er...unless you turned into a ghost and watched us."

"I always wondered what that mysterious liquid was on my desk last week. I guess I know why it smelled fishy."

"MARK!"

"Sorry wafflecakes. I find it funny that Sean has more sex appeal to you than I do."

"Well... being shoved up against the wall with your panties being pulled to the side can really be arousing."

"Next time you decide to do that type of shit, just know I still like pussy."

"Watch your language."

"I. Like. Pussy."

I blushed and felt myself get wet. It was time to get off the phone.

"Okay Mark. I get it."

"(Y/n), thanks for telling me. Meet me at our house in about twenty, and I'll deal with you two the right way."

He hung up before I could deny. Looks like I was in for a treat.