Markiplier (Teacher) x Reader, Sudden Attraction

After

YOUR POV 

As I walked out of the door, Mr. Fishbach ran up to me. His steps were uneven for once, I could tell he was in a hurry to meet me around the door. I turned around to see his concerned face.

"Are you sure you can make it home yourself? I mean maybe I should help," he offered, looking with care into my eyes.

"You've already done so much..." I replied, feeling horrible for the way I treated him. He looked with his deep brown eyes into my (y/e) eyes. He saw the pain I felt. He tried to comfortingly rub my back but I denied him access. I didn't feel good enough for him to touch me. He looked hurt, with tears starting to well up in his eyes as he stepped away, but he swallowed them. 

"It's not your fault.. I just-" I began as I ran off not being able to finish the sentence, my stubborn human emotions leading me away. I cried, the tears falling down onto the ground. My strength was dwindling. Holding in all of my emotions wasn't going to help these breakdowns at all, I need to let them out when I need to... 

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YOUR POV

 I reached my apartment. I stumbled through the door, heavily wandered over to my sofa, and I dropped myself, like dead weight on the smaller piece of furniture. My eyes felt heavy and warm from crying and breaking. I remembered Mr. Fishbach's hurt expression. Did I really make him feel that bad? 

  My eyes and nostrils started to sting as my chest shook while tears flew out of my warm tear ducts. Tears dripped from my eyes, to my cheeks, to the pillow-y sofa. My chest quaked and weight dropped on me, I couldn't breathe. I sat there in silence, a darkness consuming me, the starting to devour my fragile soul. 

 Suddenly, a gentle knock on the door made me sit up, wipe my face, and walk over to open the door. It was going to be obvious I was crying due to the mascara and redness around my glossy eyes. I slowly opened the door, seeing suit pants first, a white flannel and tie, and a gentle face with chocolate eyes. Mr. Fishbach sighed deeply and softly asked,

 "May I come inside?"

"Sure..." I answered, a broken and monotone voice.

 I backed away from the door for the male to walk in, and closed the door behind him once he made it to the couch. I slowly stepped over to him. Step. Step. Step. Step. I sat down as the couch sank in where my weight was. I looked at his gentle features, seeing 'Sorry' written all over his face.

"Y/n, I-I'm sorry... If I touched or talked to you in any way you didn't like... I didn't mean to, I just..." he started to cry before he could finish his statement.

"Mark..." I said, resting my hand on his back in comfort.

"It wasn't you... I was fine with it all... I just felt so bad at the way I was seeing you, I hated myself... I thought I didn't deserve to be comforted by you because I was so disgusted with myself..." I explained, a little dead inside.

 Mark looked up, his eyes red and puffy. I tried to give him a gentle smile, to ease his discomfort. I reached my arms around his body, as his around mine. We're not all tough, or able to constantly shield our soft core from the brutalities of life, even strong people like Mark have a soft core. Sometimes all that's needed is a hug, or maybe sometimes it's being alone. Together our warmth increased, comfort given.

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A/N: Sorry it's really short and it's been so long... Ooh boy. Clinical Depression just kinda ruins everything for me. I feel no interest in most things I used to enjoy, and I have really bad writer's block. Oh fuck, that got kinda sentimental. Ew. Well, anyways, thank you. Buh-byeeee! <3