Screwing Mr. Fischbach (Markiplier X Reader Smut)

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Trigger Warning

(What Mark says later on are his real words just modified to make it speaking to you. The second one is Jacksepticeye btw)

No matter how mad or sad it made me I had to play the dominant one. "Stop Mark. Like I told you before I fell."

Mark put his hands up in defense "alright alright." He started up the car and we started driving. I kept fiddling with the sleeves of my Bring me the Horizon hoodie. Well its Jens not mine but I'm borrowing it. He looked down at me "Nervous baby?"

My eyes shot open "about?" The side of his lips tugged a smirk and his eyes faced back towards the road.

"I'm going to make you feel better about your self chickadee. I want you to be happy. I don't like seeing you sad, it's makes me sad."

I arched a eyebrow and looked up at him "what's up with the cheesy nickname?" He let out a dark chuckle "I can be cheesier?" I shook my head "I rather you not..." We sat in silence for a couple of minutes until we made it to a familiar street. I looked over at Mark "where are we even going..?"

He shot me a smile "Julian texted me and asked if I would watch over you." I arched a eyebrow "I'm almost eighteen why do they think I still need a babysitter..?" Mark pulled into a parking space "that's not it exactly." I shot him a confused look. "What do you mean."

He got out of the car holding his bag as he walked up to the door of the apartment complex and started walking towards the elevator. I followed awkwardly bumping into people and almost tripping every five minutes. We got in the elevator and Mark looked at me and back at the door. He mumbled something and I looked at him "what was that..?" He looked down at me "Julian is worried, about you and your mental."

I froze in place "why?!"

I took a deep breath and watched the elevator door open. I followed Mark into his apartment. I sat down on the couch and looked at Mark "what do you mean he's worried about my "mental health" I'm perfectly healthy." I finally snapped back.

Mark's POV

"That's just what he said okay don't give me attitude" I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.

She put her tiny feet up on the coffee table. I took off my jacket and walked over to Y/N "here give me your hoodie and I'll hang it up."

She scooted away as I reached out for her to hand me her hoodie. She grabbed the end of the sleeves with her finger tips "I-it's fine I'm a little chilly." I gave her a small smile "alright. I'm going to make something to eat want some..?" I walked over to the coat rack and then into the kitchen.

She stood up and walked into the kitchen area. She opened my fridge and started looking around when my phone went off. I picked it up and looked at my lock screen. It was a link that Julian sent me, I took a drink of my coffee and clicked on the link. It opened up a Channel 12 News article. There was a picture of a familiar man, and the article was titled "Escape Convict" and I stared reading it. "Hey Mark how about these..?" I accidentally ignored her and stared skimming, I got to the name Pete Tracy. I spit my coffee all over Y/N who was standing in front of me trying to get my attention.

"eeek! What the hell Mark?!" I looked down at her "oh shit I'm so sorry!" I sat down my phone and ran into my laundry room and grabbed a towel for her. "Here go take a shower I'll start on the food." she gave me a awkward look and went into the bathroom.

I ran back to my phone and started reading it. "Escaped Thursday,  May 9. Note left in cell read 'I'm coming for you Y/N watch out'" I threw my phone down and went to the bathroom. I opened the door to see Y/N in the shower I grabbed her clothes and took them to the laundry room and threw them on the other piles of laundry. I went over to the freezer and grabbed a bag of French fries and put them in the oven and made my way to the couch.

I plopped down, laid my head back and started to let the thoughts go through my head. I took in a deep breath and- "AHHHH!" My eyes shot open and my body shot up and I ran into the bathroom "Y/N are you okay?!" She had her towel around her body and she was searching around for something. "Mark where are my clothes?!"

I took a deep breath "oh I thought-" at that moment I felt my heart break, I couldn't believe this. I can't believe she would do this. This isn't real, this can't be. Why, how could she do this to herself. She seemed so strong, maybe this was what Julian was talking about. Is this why her didn't trust her home alone. I wrapped my arms around her in a hug. I felt my eyes started to tear up. I let go and went into the laundry room and grabbed her jeans, underwear and tank top she had wore here once. "Put these on and meet me in the living room." She stood there like a lost confused puppy and I shut the door.

Your POV

Mark shut the door and I stood there confused as all hell. I looked at myself in the body mirror. Then I noticed what he was talking about. I didn't even notice that they were showing. I threw on my clothes and ran into the living room where Mark was sitting on the couch with his face in his hand and a unopened bottle of Cinnamon Whiskey in front of him. He looked up at me and I felt my heart melt. He had been crying. Because of me..? Why?

"sit." His eyes pointed to the seat on the couch next to him. He turned to look at me wiping his face before speaking "if your thinking about any self harm or suicide there's always a better option, and it's rather broad to say that, and probably not even my place to say it to you. But saying anything but that, saying that there's alternatives to not doing it, it's just- it's not okay. It's irresponsible to say that and you know. I-I know your situation can be terrible, you could be in the worse hell that you've ever experienced in your life, and yet there still reason to live. And I may not know it, I may not know your specific situation. I don't know what your going through. But I can tell you that there has to be a better way. I know that your going through so tough times but know. That there would be people crushed, but at the end of the day it's your choice. And there's nothing anyone could do about it if you really wanted to do it. But you know.. Just remember if a guy that teaches engineering from half a world away says he cares. Just know... I really mean it. I would hate to lose you. Even know we recently meant, just know I do care." By this time he was tearing up. He grabbed my arm and looked at it. About twenty slits going in all directions, some new. By new I mean just in the shower. And some old from the first night with the Matt drama. He took a deep breath and put my hand back on my knee. "W-What your going through is temporary... Suicide is permanent... I believe in you and what your going through you can make it through It..."

He stood up and wiped his face grabbing the bottle of whiskey. He went into the kitchen and put the bottle away grabbing the fries out of the oven. He took a breath and turned around so he was facing me "you can have some of these I'm tired." He let out a dark chuckle. He started walking towards his bedroom when he stopped in his tracks and looked at me "remember what I said..." With that he was off and I was alone in the living with the scent of fries...