Markiplier x Male reader

slow and steady.

It had been two days since I was admitted to the hospital. My nurse was nice and all the staff seemed pretty good. Mark had visited everyday, bringing flowers. Jack had left for Ireland yesterday but said goodbye and wished us luck before he headed out. I thanked him for helping mark while I was gone. Hospital life was boring, so I ended up scouring through my memories and watching them over again, trying to create a time line to my life. I started from the first memory I had. Fire works. It was a holiday of some sort, maybe a reunion. Then there was when I was two, the first birthday I remember. It was stiff, my parents smiles small, and if not faked. I had a small cupcake as a birthday cake. My presents consisted of mostly clothes I remember. Next was when I was five, I was at the park. My father had been talked into taking me. He sat with his papers and pens and worked on his projects while I swung myself and pushed myself down the slide. I remember the dull look, or even the tired look my parents had when they saw me. That sure is damaging to a five year old. The next few years kind of flew by, me starting school, the bullies, boredom. When I hit thirteen is when I first started to suspect something was different about me, I didn't like girls like the other boys in my grade. It was a big struggle through the next few years. School was a bitch, it just got harder and harder. My parents where working all the time, and dinners were basicly me cooking for the family and taking the food up to my room.

Looking back on it now, I don't think my parents wanted me. Or maybe they wanted me at one point, then I got quickly tiring. My whole life was pretty numb. The only love I have ever experienced was through mark and my new friends.

Mark wasn't here right now, he had to make some videos, which I was aloud to watch in the hospital. His mood has improved, and he's back to his goofy, tender, lovable self. Seeing him happy gave me hope, but I really wanted him with me right now. Just to talk, to laugh, to smile. I wanted to hug, and be hugged without feeling shooting pain through my body. Two months is how long it will take for the scars and bites to heal, and for the broken limbs to mend. What a long time. A long. Boring. Lonely. Time. And usually I would just sleep all the time to let the time pass, but my night terrors were almost too much to handle, and I could tell I stressed and annoyed both staff and patients when I woke up suddenly, or in a fit. The food was a whole other story. I ate mashed potatoes and jello every other day, which was tiring to say the least. I barley ever left my room, except for my daily walks around the hospital. The walks served a medical purpose, walking on my broken leg and exercising will keep me healthy for two months. Hopefully. Mark hadn't been here yet today, and I was getting restless. I know I sound needy, and pitiful, and worthless, but that's how I felt. When he was around my mind was at ease.

I sat up in my bed, grunting quietly through the pain. My phone buzzed on the white side table by the bed. I grabbed it and saw it was a text.

Markimoo: hey baby omw

You: okay hurry! I'm bored and lonely.

M: Awww my poor baby, I'm a few minutes away.

Y: love you.

M: love you too

I set down my phone and a smile spread across my face. I would see him again soon! Yay!

Just then I heard a knock on the door

"Come in" I said quietly. The doctor walked in and closed the door behind him,

"Some people are here to see you, ill give you privacy." he said, walking over to the door and opening it.

Two people walked in and the doctor left swiftly, his footsteps receding down the hall tiles. The two faced me, and I instantly recognized their tired postures and nice clothing.

"Mom, dad, what are you doing here?" I asked in a small voice.

"We came to see you, after we heard of your incident." my father claimed, stepping toward my bed, my mom in tow.

"So you don't talk to me for years, and suddenly when I'm in a hospital bed after being kidnapped and tortured you decide to show up and be decent human beings?" I accused, feeling betrayed.

"We wanted to check up on you! Is that not the right thing to do?" my mother asked, sounding hurt.

"The right thing to do would be to call me every once and awhile to make sure I'm still alive and well." I spat back. "Who put you up to this? Was it aunt Mary?"

"We are your parents." my dad said in a stern tone.

"When did you decide you wanted to be those?" I asked, faking surprise. "Last time I checked I didn't have parents, just legal guardians."

My mom pulled up a chair and my dad stood.
"What do you even want? Does it make you happy to see me miserable?" I asked, still being rude. They deserved it.

My mom was about to open her mouth when the door opened again and another stepped into the room. Mark walked across the room to me and set a bouquet of flowers one the side table. He looked up and saw my parents.

"Whose this?" my mom asked, confused. "This is mark. He is my boyfriend." I said proudly. Mark stood confused for a second before taking in the situation. He walked around the bed to greet my parents head on.

"Nice to meet you mister (last name). I'm mark." said shaking my dads hand firmly. I saw a certain look in my dads face, but I didn't know what it was. My mom had a look of disgust plastered on her features. Mark went to go shake my moms hand, but she rejected it. He pulled away and went to the other side, next to me and the bouquet. My mom got up in a huff.

"Well I guess we aren't needed anymore with your boyfriend!" she exclaimed dramatically and stormed out. My dad turned to me.

"I'm proud of you son, and mark, treat my boy right." he said with a smile. That was weird. Super weird.

"Yes sir." mark said smiling back. My dad left after my moms tapping heels.

I turned to mark and he bent down and kissed me, softly and lovingly straight on the lips.

That was interesting.

(OKAY I UPDATED OML I DID IT!!! UPDATES MIGHT BE SLOW BECAUSE, ONE, MY MOM STARTED TAKING MY PHONE AWAY AT NIGHT SO I HAVE TO USE MY TABLET, AND I CAN'T TYPE 1000 WORDS ON THAT THING. THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME FOR ALL MY BULL SHIT, AND I HOPE THIS BOOK IS ACTUALLY INTERESTING! K BYE.)