Markiplier Imagines

Hate

WARNINGS: swearing, hate comments, crying

Your POV 

I sit on my bed, happy to be packing up to move into Mark's place. He is announcing us to his fans today after I get move my stuff in. I don't have much, as I lived with my best friend who is keeping all of the furniture. My phone buzzes beside me while I am folding more clothes. It's Mark. 

"Hey, baby!" He says when I pick up, his voice slightly distorted because of the phone. 

"Hey, Marki!" I say, smiling. 

"Are you almost packed? I'm so excited to get you moved in!" 

"Me too! I have a few more shirts and... some other clothing to pack up and then I'll be done." I answer, bending my neck to hold the phone with my head. I start folding again. 

"Well, hurry up! I'm on my way." He laughs. 

"Okay, babe! Love you!" 

"Love you too! Bye, Y/N"

"Bye!" I say, hanging up the phone and putting it beside me. 

I pack the last couple pieces of clothing before I hear Mark pull up. He just comes in instead of knocking first since he has been here so many times. 

"Y/N? You ready?" He smiles, sitting down beside me. 

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him softly," Yep!" 

"Okay, let's go get your stuff to the car..." He says, laying his head on my shoulder. 

"Mark, I love you, and I would love to sit here all day like this... But we do have to get me moved in." I laugh.

He grunts and gets off me, picking up a few boxes and walking out of the room. 

I smile at his retreating figure as my phone goes off. I pick it up and my smile immediately fades. More hate from Mark's "fans." 

Twitter                                                                                                                                                                                        marksbae: @ y/t/n sucks being the ugliest bitch alive, doesn't it? mark should date me instead.

There were dozens more like this. I held back tears. Why do they hate me so much?

"Babe? Y/N? Are you okay? What's wrong, baby?" Mark's voice came from the open doorway. 

He rushed towards me and took my phone. His eyes went wide. 

"Why didn't you tell me? I can handle this. I can make them stop this! There's no reason for you to cry over fake fans who think they are better than you! You are amazing in every single way. And, you are the one moving in with me right now! You are the one that is moving in with me right now, not them. I love you, and I really don't like seeing you cry." He wipes my tears and plants a light kiss on my lips. 

I smile and hug him," I love you too, Mark."

"How long has this been happening?" Mark asks. 

"Since we announced that we were together.... But it's only been this bad for a few months." I whispered.

"A few months?!" Mark growls," This has to stop, I can't believe you didn't tell me sooner!" He crushes me in a bear hug, really upset about this whole thing. 

"I'm sorry"

"It's not your fault, baby girl. Let's get you moved in, huh?" 

I nod and we start taking the last of the boxes out to the car.