Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 35

After Mark got up from the couch, I lay myself whole body down and kept the blanket over my whole body like a catapiller in a cacoon. I did exactly what Mark told me not to do, overthinked about how much of a burdon I am to Mark.

The fans were right. I am a try hard excuse called his girlfriend, and I am a big burdon. I'll always dag Mark down from succeeding. I even unintentionally cause unnecessary stress to him and give him a shitty apology. Yet, all this could be avoided if I wasn't a thing in Mark's life.

If he didn't help me when I passed out on the street, or try and help look for me when I was kidnapped, or even let me into his house, I wouldn't be such a disappointment to him. I wouldn't have been able to bring my own mess into his life.

And I know very well, he hates me. Yet, he tries covering it by saying "I love you". He shouldn't be going through all this stress and anxiety because of me, and I know he wants me gone because of this. Mark doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with a mistake like me, he wants to live it stress free. But what happened? I, somehow dilly dally my way into his life.

"What the fuck...." I mumbled, bringing my knees to my chest. It's unfortunate that I didn't have my pocket knife with me, I could have been making a crap ton of marks that I deserve.

Now that I look at it, I should have stayed in the dungon with Chris beating the shit out of me. I didn't even deserve to be saved by Andre. These bruises and scratches all over my body should be opened and salt should be rubbed on my wounds. I deserve all the pain I get because I a no good, puckered up child, who still needs to be baby fed everything because I can't do anything!

My fingers curled up into a fist and made rough contact with my temples.

"Ow..." I said. 'Good, feel more pain your worthless peice of shit.' I thought and hit my head repeatedly. Until I was suddenly stopped.

"Oi," I heard as I felt the blanket being pulled away from me. "Stop that and get up." I looked up and met eyes that makes me believe. That makes me stop this madness.

"I know what you're thinking about and stop it. And don't hit your head like that, I'm trying to take you to the hospital." He said before joining me on the couch. Once he sat down again, he placed the blanket over the both of us and held me in his big arms. I cuddled closer into his chest, grabbing ahold of his shirt and sniffling.

"I-I'm worthless, M-Mark," I started. "Why the fuck d-don't you J-just kick me o-out of here?"

"That's because- look at me." I turned my head to face him. His brown orbs giving me a new meaning to live. Without him, I'd be dead by now.

"That's because I love you, (Y/N). The opinions of others doesn't matter when it comes to our relationship. I can't afford to lose something so near and dear to my heart, that's why I can't leave you." He said.

"I have hope that this bullshit depression of yours subsides so that I could love you properly. And that's all I want. All I want is you to become better." 'He....he has hope in me...?'

"Y-you have hope?"

"From the first time our eyes connected." He responded with a small smile. "Please (Y/N), don't let any of those comments get inside your head. That'll only make it harder for me to love you."

"I don't fucking deserve y-you," I said and put my hand on his cheek, pulling him in so I could place a kiss on his lips. We pulled away for a second to breath before connecting again to create a love filled aroma around us.

"I don't deserve you." He pulled back and chuckled. "You're too sweet for my bitter ass."

"I think it's vice versa." We both laughed.

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Pulling up his computer, I wiped my runny nose as we went back onto the video with me in it. I was finally ready to face those rude comments and not cry like a baby bitch again.

For once in a long time on any YouTube video, the top comments were about the video, not about anything else. But once you scroll down, it was a whole different story. The mean comments now have replies to them. Curious, I asked Mark to click on the 'view comments' button to show the muntiple replies.

Weird......The replies weren't backing up the mean comment, it was defending me.

Namjinslovechild (Brb gotta go change my username)
What do you know about (Y/N)? She looks like a nice person that cares for Mark. She seems like a better person than you'll ever be

Kookiesandmilk
Idk bout you, but it's not your Mark. Right now, he belongs to (Y/N), and if you're having trouble accepting that, you aren't wanted in this community.

Tumblrfuckedmeallthewayup
Smh you don't even know what type of girl (Y/N) is, and yet, you're shitting on her. (Y/N) seems like she loves Mark, and she doesn't look like a try hard; she looks like she's funny naturally. So, before you start bashing her in, stfu and get to know her more.

"You see? I told you my fans would love you." Mark said.

"Yeah, but that's like four people out if eighteen million." He raised his eyebrow at me, with his signature shit eating smirk. He refreshed the page and in came more comments defending me. There was over twenty thousand comments, and most of them look like they were for me.

Mr. Clean
*ATTENTION* if you don't like (Y/N) or (Y/N) and Mark's relationship, then don't watch. Don't comment because your negativity isn't wanted here!!

That comments in a whole had more than two hundred replies, agreeing with original comment. So they actually do like me.

"They do like you, (Y/N). I told you you were amazing." He grinned and I punched him in his arm.

(AN: I am sorry, but I attempted to put my own twist to this cleche, but failed miserably. I have failed you. This was supposed to be better, but oh well. Anyways, I have another announcement: Namjoon (RM) is my boyfriend, and this time, he's real. That is all. But ANYWAYS

Thanks for reading,

And I'll see you,

In the next chapter.

BUH-BYE!!!

-Tasha.)