Say you love me (MarkiplierxReader)

The Collab

"Thank for for flying with LAX airlines. We hope you had a good flight! Have a nice day."
Ash and I get off the plane, with suitcases in hand. Mark is supposed to be coming to get us.
"It's so hot..." I fan myself with my pale hand. My finger nails are painted black, to avoid attention to the inside of my wrists, where there are bruises.
"Yeah..." Ash replies, wiping her forehead. "Hey isn't that Mark." She points towards a man with red hair, he's standing next to a car, the trunk open, and all the doors open, to air out the vehicle.
I cover my mouth, trying to conceal my smile. I missed his face so much. I can finally hug him.... But what Sean said about Mark liking me.. I find it so hard to believe, especially after all that happened.
I sigh, holding my bags, and walking swiftly towards Mark. As we get closer to his car, I see him grinning.
"Mark!" I smile, setting my bags down and running to hug him. He opens his arms widely, then grasping them towards my body. I lean my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, which seems to be racing.
"Y/N, I'm so glad you're here." He smiles, letting me go and staring into my eyes.
"I'm happy to be here.." I grab Ash's arm, introducing the two of them.
"Mark, meet Ash. Ash, meet Mark." They shake hands.
"Nice to meet you." He smiles at her.
"Nice to meet you too..." She nods, smiling weakly.
"So, I guess we should load up your bags, and get going." He nods, telling us.
"Yeah good plan, it's so hot here.." I stick my tongue out, making him chuckle.
We hand him the bags, which he carefully sets in the back of his car.
I sit in the passenger seat with him, and Ash sits behind me.
Most of the car ride no body talks. I guess it's still kind of awkward, and Ash is still quite upset with me for going to see Seth, and then almost getting raped. I don't blame her, but I wish this whole thing hadn't of happened... But I believe that in the end, we'll be just as strong of friends as we were before.
Finally, we pull up to a beautiful house. We ride overtop the paved driveway, and into a beautiful white garage. Mark opens his door, stepping out, and grabbing our bags.
"Mark, let me grab that." I say, reaching down to grab my bag, my sleeve sliding up, exposing the dark bruises. He looks up at me, his eyes saying a thousand words, mostly surprise, and anger. He shakes it off, I guess not wanting to cause a scene in front of Ash.
"Welcome to my humble abode." He chuckles, unlocking the door into the kitchen.
"Wow Mark, this is honestly beautiful.." I gasp.
"We're used to a small apartment, so this is amazing." Ash agrees with me. Just then, a big golden retriever runs towards us, sniffing our bags, our hands, and of course, our asses. Ash giggles, kneeling down and petting the little, yet not so little, Chica, that we've heard so much about.
I love watching Ash interact with animals. She's so gentle, yet her eyes sparkle with excitement around them. I watch as her small hands caress behind Chica's ears, and on her belly.
Mark grins, and leads me to my room, while Ash is preoccupied with his puppy.
"This is where you'll sleep, Y/N," Mark pushes the door open, exposing a beautiful bed, a classy dresser, a nightstand table, and of course, a desk and chair.
"Okay, thank you." I grin, closing my eyes. I walk inside, setting my bags down on top of blankets, on the bed.
"No problem." He responds. I look down at my feet, wriggling my toes. It's so warm here, I don't even need socks.
When I look up, Mark's gaze seems to be staring at my body. I blush, wrapping my arms around my body.

MARKS P.O.V.

y/n is so cute, so shy... Her eyes speak a hundred different words and actions, but her body says no. She's not putting herself out there, which I like in a girl. You know, other then me.
I snicker, making her raise her brow.
"What's so funny?" She asks, looking like she might be feeling a bit insecure.
"Oh, just laughing at my own jokes," I scratch my head, embarrassed that I laughed out loud.
"Oh," she smiles, sounding relieved. "I thought you were laughing at me for some reason."
"I'd never do that, unless you were joking or doing something funny." I reassure her.
"Mark..." She trails off topic.
"Yeah?" I reply quick.
"You saw my bruises..." She holds her wrists in her hands, smoothing out the wrinkles of her sweater sleeves.
"May I see...??" I ask, making sure she knows I mean no harm.
"O-Okay..." She stammers, moving closer to me, and holding her arms out. I lift up her sleeves, revealing a dark bruise under her palm on both her wrists. I take my hands away, clenching my fists together, to stop me from being so angry.
"I can't believe someone would do this to you." I growl, acting very protective.
"Mark, look." She points out. "I know that this is disgusting, and aggravating to you, but please..." She begs. "Please, refrain from talking about it in front of Ash." Y/N suggests. "She already feels bad enough, about me getting hurt, and well, she doesn't feel good enough for a guy." Y/N sits on the spare bed, putting her elbows on her knees, and supporting her head up with her hands.
"I won't bring it up," I promise.
"Thank you..." She whispers, before Ash can walk in.
"So, Mark, if you don't mind me asking, where's my room?" Ash interrupts, politely.
"Oh yeah, follow me." I say, leading the way down the hall, and into another nice room.
"Thank you," Y/N's best friend smiles, putting her luggage down.
"I'm going to have a quick nap..." Ash yawns, excusing herself from our conversation.

END OF MARKS P.O.V.

"Mark, you have to show me around the rest of your house." I wink, nudging just below his rib cage.
"Okay, let's go" Mark answers, showing me around.
After the tour of his gorgeous house, he leads me into his recording room. I gasp, looking at his setup.
"It's so awesome." I say in awe, my eyes holding so much passion.
"Thanks." He replies. "I have an idea.." He chimes in, turning on his beast of a computer.
"What's that?" I smirk, thrilled we might be doing something.
"Let's do a collab video." He grins, logging onto his account, and then starting up his recorder.
"Okay." I shrug, smiling. "I don't have too many fans, but I hope I can send some over to your account." I exclaim.
"Well, I just hope some of my supporters will follow you." He whispers, smiling. I look into his eyes, and beam with gratitude.
"You're so sweet." I respond, whispering back.
His cheek flushes, and he turns back to his computer.
"Ready?" He asks, tilting his head towards me. I nod, and he presses start.
"Hello everybody, and my name is Markiplier." He grins, waving at the camera. "And today, I have a very special guest." He pauses. "Drumroll please." He grabs my body, bringing me closer to the camera. "Y/N!" I wave, smiling my ass off.
"Hi guys, my name is Y/N, happy to be here." I say to the webcam.
"Today we're going to be playing (insert favourite game here), since it's her favourite." He winks at me, making my heart beat faster.
"Indeed!" I agree with him, widening my eyes, and puffing my lips out to look goofy. Mark chuckles, and we start the game up, playing for a good solid 30 minutes. We share some laughs, some smiles, a few tears from laughing so hard, but in the end, we have a fantastic time.
"Guys, please, go and subscribe to Y/N's channel. She's really a great person, trust me, I know." He smiles at the camera. Before he turns it off, I lean my head on his shoulder and whisper "Thanks Mark."
"N-No problem.." He stutters. The camera definitely caught him blushing. Very vividly.