The Other Side of the Screen (Markiplierxreader)

I Never Did

You woke up again in Mark's home,to the soft light of the morning sun filtering it's way through the thin drapes covering the small window above the bed. The guest bedroom, or what you assumed was the guest bedroom, was nicer than your own tiny room in the attic of your mother's home. You could have moved out if you had really wanted to, but you had never really had a reason to move out, what more could you possibly want or need in life?

You stopped that train of though before you could get completely embarrassed. You didn't want to show your face if it was the color of a tomato. Quietly, you stood up and threw on a hoodie over your bare torso and pulled on the pair of black shorts that you brought over yesterday. It had been pretty hot lately, which was only a little strange for late May in Los Angeles.

You opened the door as quietly as possible. You didn't want to wake Mark up. You wondered if he was doing okay... about a week ago he had some drama with his friends and now ex roomates Ryan and Matt. It seemed like Mark had been pretty distanced lately because of it. He hadn't talked much about and you definitely didn't plan on making him talk about it anytime soon. You just felt like pestering him wasn't the right thing to do.

It was only 6 in the morning, so you didn't think Mark would be up this early, but knowing him, anything was possible. You slowly made your way to the kitchen after making sure the coast was clear, and you poured yourself some black coffee from the fresh pot on the counter.

Looks like Mark really was awake, the hot coffee being a clue to that fact.

"He can't be already working, can he?" With that thought in mind, you made your way down the hall to Mark's room that doubled as his recording studio. With a couple of light raps on the door with your knuckles, you calked out to him.

"Mark, you in there?" You said once, before opening the door a crack. Quietly, you stepped by and sat in your office chair and Mark acknowledged you from his own chair. He was recording, so he didn't greet you verbally, but that small smile he had directed at you was all you needed to make your morning even better. You beamed back at him as he recorded his early morning gaming session.

He appeared to be playing the game Subnautica, which you knew to be an incredibly long series on his channel based on how often he recorded it.

You sat there, watching Mark as you silently sipped at your coffee. You had your legs pulled up onto the chair with you and a throw blanket from Mark's bed thrown across them, not necessarily for warmth, just for the small amount of comfort that it gave.

After about an hour or so of watching Mark record, he suddenly rises to his feet, after abruptly turning off his moniter and his webcam. "Im going out to take Chica for a walk." He tells you. "I haven't let her out all morning and she probably wants some fresh air. Want to come with?" He asks you, gesturing towards the door. You don't really feel like going out... no matter how much you wanted to stay with Mark.

"I think I'll stay here and play games or something." You tell Mark after you make the tough decision.He smiles sweetly at you and ruffles your hair.

"Kay, hon, I'll be back in maybe an hour." He gives you a little wave and leaves the room, shutting the door with a click. After about ten minutes of sitting to finish off your cup of coffee,  you rise to your feet and go to Mark's game cabinet to see the wide variety of game disks he keeps. Out of everything in Mark's house, he keeps the games the most organized. No surprise there. And anyways, he didn't need to clean up since he knew you liked to and were always glad to clean up regularly around the house.

You shuffled your hands through the first few rows, ordered alphabetically. As you flipped your way through the "r" section, you managed to knock something off the shelf and onto the floor. At first you thought it might be a disk, but no, it seemed to be what looked like a picture frame? You hope you hadn't broken anything. But when you reached to pick it up, what you saw surprised you.

It was a picture of Mark, and he wasn't alone. He was sitting next to a blonde haired woman, her and her flawless makeup and bright smile leaned over with her head on his shoulder. They both looked happy. You don't think you've ever seen Mark smile like that around you. All the smiles he had directed at you so far seemed cold now compared to the look on his face in that single paused moment. You couldn't tear your eyes away for what seemed like the longest time...

Who was she to him? Friend? Family? Or... something else...? Shaking your head, you flipped the picture over to look for a date. 2016? What the hell?! That was just last year! Now you had to know. Who was this girl that you hadn't seen or heard a trace of until this moment? Why hadn't Mark mentioned her? Did he date her? You couldn't stop yourself from feeling pissed for the next hour as you sat fidgeting in Mark's chair, pinching the frame's edges, your back to the door. 

You startled a little when the door opened as Mark entered the room, you instantaneously pushed the picture into your lap under the blanket. The cold glass pressed against your thigh made you uncomfortable, but you would deal with it.

"Hey y/n" He greets you with a kiss on your forhead. You are almost tempted to lean out of his reach, but you tolerate it for the spit second that it lasts. "Why are you in my chair?" He asks, sounding a little puzzled. You can't keep the cold from seeping into your voice when you reply.

"Does it matter?" Mark looks a little taken aback at that comment.

"Um, no, not really." He rubs the back of his neck and averts his eyes. "I was just curious." He acts just like a dog. The thought almost breaks you as you look at his slightly upset face. He has obviously sensed your anger, even if only slightly. Then it hits you. You have no reason to be angry. No reason to be upset. You haven't even given him a chance to explain, hell, you haven't even asked him about it! With that, you let your anger fade away and you look up at him with a sigh.

"Sorry if I seem a bit upset." You tell him. "I just had something on my mind."

"Oh" Mark sighs with relief."Okay. I'm glad. I would never want to do anything to upset you." Mark pulls you into a hug. You accept it and lean into his embrace. After a quiet few minutes of the warmth and soft breathing, you seperate from each other's arms.

"Mark," you pull out the picture from under the blanket, deciding to just get this over with. Mark glances down at your hands. "Who is this with you?" You point to the blond woman in the photograph next to Mark. Mark stays silent. He doesn't return your gaze. In the speed of light, your uneasiness returns. "Mark?" The clip of upset returns to your voice. Mark's head jerks up, his eyes wide with panic. It takes you by surprise,

"Y/n, I'm so sorry!" Mark leans down onto his knees in front of you. This act just adds to your nervousness and increases the amount of knots in your stomach. You swallow, trying to speak out the next sentence.

"Mark? Who is she?" It's less of a question and more of a demand now. Mark raises his gaze to look you in the eye. His expression is awful.  A mix of sadness and apology and regret. Your stomach turns.

"Y/n..." Mark covers both of your hands with his own. "Her name is Amy." He explains slowly, his voice soft. "She's..." he swallows. "My fiancé"