Please Don't Leave (Markiplier x Suicidal/Depressed Female Reader)

Day 28

I fell asleep about an hour or two after Mark did, now waking up to find Mark calling Ethan on my phone to tell him he broke his. Which I of course don't mind, It is kinda my fault for telling him. I sit up slowly, my bandages clearly renewed as it's not covering in blood as it was before, and I move that arm onto my lap, Mark noticing me now as he turns around and looks at me, giving me his sunshine like grin, this time it's real, and I'm much happier now that it is. He scoots over and wraps his arms around me as I hug him back quickly.

"Morning Hun." Mark says, for the second time we've known eachother, he calls me hun.

I giggle slightly, as I nuzzle his chest a little. "Morning Morkee." I say, as he sets my phone into my lap, technically giving it back to me.

"Sorry I had to use your phone, y'know, mine broke..."

I nod. "Yeah..."

"...The doctors said you can leave today, it wasn't actually that severe but you fell asleep from shock.. Still don't ever dare do that again." He says, and I nod once again.

"You know I won't.. I promise.."

"You mean you PROMISE promise??" He asks, looking down at me as I look back up at his face.

"I promise promise, with all my heart." I say, placing my hand onto my chest, where my heart is, and he stares at me.

"Promise PROMISE promise?"

"Mark I swear I will never again do that. Alesa just got to my head, I'm sorry. I won't let anyone else get into my head."

Mark nods a little, as he looks back up, going back to hugging. "...Alright... I love you."

I pause and stay quiet, before mumbling "I love you to" loud enough for him to at least hardly hear me, and he smiles. 

(Tommie Skappy)

After a bit I get my actual clothes on, and I stretch a little, happily out of that bed. I follow Mark out of the building and to his van, getting in on the passenger side as he gets in on the drivers side, the usual.

"I'm gonna get a new phone before we head back home, get the same number back and shit." Mark says, pulling out of the driveway, as I nod.

"Of course." I say, and I glance back. "Do you have a babysitter for Chica?" I ask, and Mark nods in response.

"She's back at my work group place, Kathryn is taking care of her." He says, then leaving the driveway soon. 

"Good, to know that is." I look back forward, and out the window, watching the trees pass.

I feel over my bandages for a moment, it stings, so I stop. It also itches, but I won't let myself scratch it. Mark reaches over, using one hand to drive as his free one takes my hand and holds it, locking fingers, as the way he usually holds my hand, I hold his back.

(A PET NAMED STEVE)

We stopped at the place where you get phones and shit, and we headed back home after picking up Chica. I walk into the house, Chica running in as Mark follows with me, and shuts the door. He pauses for a moment, noticeably as I turn around and I look at him.

"What's wrong?" I ask, and he looks at me, leaving away from the door and puts his hands onto my shoulders.

"You know that thing you said that I'd have to think about before I do it, the dating you thing?" He asks. "I've made up my mind."

"Oh?" I say, crossing my arms. "Who did you meet?" I asks, and he frowns.

"I didn't meet anyone.. I just wanted to ask you if you, uh, wanted to try to go on a date?" He asks, letting go of my shoulders and one of his hands reaching behind him, scratching his neck a little nervously.

I stare blankly, for just a moment my mind wanted to yell no, so he could be happy with someone else, someone better. But I left it behind, I wanted to at least try to let someone in, as much as I hated it, I wanted him to be happy, and clearly happiness to him was with me, since he was like that one guy that had a crush on you back in highschool and wanted smash but you where in love with some other guy, but in this case I'm in love with the guy who wanted to smash, soo...

It takes me a while to render a response, and he starts to stare.

"I get it, If you don't want to, I mean--"

"Yeah.'

Mark pauses as he stares a bit longer, and I watch as his eyes light up. "...R...Really?" He says, his hand coming down from behind his neck and to the front of him, about to do something fidgety with it like he was happy but hesitates and just stuffs it into his pocket clearing his throat.