Realism Mode *Enabled* {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"Yeah, I think you should," Mark said after a moment of silence.

"How?" It wasn't like you could just call them and tell them you were dating a YouTuber. Well, you could, but you didn't think that was the best idea. You didn't think they even knew what YouTube was.

"That's up to you."

"I don't think I could do that," you wanted to put your face in your hands for the third time that day.

"I could be there with you when you tell them," he suggested. You thought of the benefits of him there for you and figured that would do you more good than handling this alone.

"Are you sure you're up for it?"

"It can't be that bad."

"That's what everyone says right before they find out it isn't that easy." He had no idea what he was in for. When your parents didn't like someone or something, the politeness they usually had took a hike. They say exactly what they think and all filters are gone, so you get the harsh, sometimes cruel, truth. There was no way your parents would approve of him.

Shayne's words came back to you and a look of determination came over your face. 'If you love him, you love him.' You did love Mark, and your parents weren't going to take him away from you just because they didn't like him. The drive in your body to stand for what you wanted came out of nowhere, but you assumed it had something to do with protecting your significant other. You weren't going to let your parents walk all over you and push you where they wanted.

"Thanks for letting me rant to you," the corner of your lips quirked up.

"Yup!" He smiled, closing his eyes. You leaned back into his chest, the back of your head pressed against his shoulder because you were too tall to fit under his chin. Your left hand reached out to pet Chica, and she willingly accepted the attention.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" Mark asked.

"What do you have in mind?" You tore your eyes from Chica's adorable face to Mark's jaw-dropping complexion.

"Whatever you want to watch."

"What do you have?" He picked you up, and after standing up, he set you back down in the spot you both were just occupying. He rifled through his movies, naming them as he went. Then he named one you were interested in and you said you'd be up for watching that if he wasn't opposed.

As he got it ready, you pet Chica some more and talked to him. "Did I ever tell you I have ADD?" He suddenly asked. [Quick note: Mark has said he has ADD and ADHD in the same video, and because he said ADD first I assumed that was what he had. I may be wrong but just know I'm not sure, and confused people make mistakes.]

"No, you did not."

"Well, I do," he pushed the DVD into the player and sat back, staring at the screen as it loaded up the movie. When it began playing, you expected him to come back to the couch, but instead he went into his kitchen. "Popcorn," he explained on his way past. You settled into the cushions and Chica crawled over, getting comfortable in your lap. When the movie got to the title screen, you glanced back at the kitchen. You could hear the microwave going.

"Do you want me to start it?" You called.

"Sure!" You strained to reach the remote, but you couldn't get halfway to itーespecially with the dog in your lap. Gently pushing Chica off of you, you got up and walked through the mess of Mark's apartment to get to the remote. Apparently that one time when you first came over you happened to visit at a lucky time when it looked decent, and you came after the others had cleaned up when you made the real life horror experience. You didn't think you were paying that much attention when you came to play INTF with him.