Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 34

*2 months later*

Two moths later and everything's back to normal. I got a good paying job, Mark is back on his two feet, I finally put my name into that school I was looking into, and now we're here. Living how we once were before the accident.

And yes, I did grow back some of my fat that was once lost. But I'm not the slim thick bitch I once was. I had to start cooking with lard intend of normal vegetable oil, which only got some fat back. Now, I'm relaxing with my slightly alcoholic drink and my big, fluffy blanket, watching (F/S) peacefully. That was, until I heard loud thumps coming down the stairs.

"(Y/N)," The beautiful Aisan man called my boyfriend came into the living, jumping onto the couch.

"Yes?" I sighed and looked at him as he placed his head on my lap. I smiled, running my fingers in his blue and dark brown locks. I couldn't possibly get mad at him. It was impossible to get mad at a man so pure.

"I was thinking....."

"No Mark, I'm making a nuclear bomb with you so you can wipe out ninety-nine of the world's population so that you can title yourself as "King of the s
Squreals"." I said what instantly came to mind when he said 'he was thinking.'

"Well, not what I was going to say, but hey..." He looked back at me with raised eyebrows. I kissed my teeth. "But no, I was going to ask you if you wanted to do a video with me."

"Video?" He nodded. "You sure?" I looked at him with a furrowed eyebrows. He does know all the destruction that comes with doing a video with me, right? How about if those crazy fangirls come after me and hurt me?

"You want me, your girlfriend, show my face to your people and have a 99% risk of your crazy thirteen year old fangirls come after me and kill me because I stole their quote on quote "man"?"

"Well, if you phrase it like that, of course I would." He laughed and I punched his arm. "But who cares about what people think?"

"I obviously do!" I repiled. "Mark, don't you know what these obsessed are capable of? They can rip off my limbs and show absolutely no mercy just because I'm label as your girlfriend!"

"Relax, (Y/N)." He said.

"How am I supposed to "relax" when I have a high chance of dying a horrible death?!"

"That's because you aren't. I promise you that none of my fans are like that. They're not that insane to rip off a innocent girl's libs."

"There's lots of people in the world who are capable of doing lots of things."

"You're overreacting, please calm down. If you simply don't want to do the video, then just say no." He said and raised his head from my lap to look at me.

"I wouldn't mind if you do or don't do the video. And I'm only doing a Reading Comments video." I sighed with a shakily breath. Maybe I am overreacting. Maybe Mark's loyal fans are truly something I shouldn't be scared of. Except for my pride and limbs, what else is there to lose?

"Fine," I responded. "I'll help you with your video." Mark smiled and placed a kiss on my lips. "But don't expect me to defend myself when thirteen year olds with no control of their crazy hormones come after me."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks. You're the best." He got off of my lap before going back upstairs.

"I'll know I am." I sarcastically said and flipped my hair. With a small laugh, I returned at what I was doing before Mark interrupted.

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"Ok," Mark started while he fixed his camera. "You ready?" He looked back at me to confirm I was ok. I nodded.