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

Day 71

I used it yesterday, and it came up affirmative. I Haven't told Mark yet, but I called Ethan and asked for advice, and so he knows. He suggested making a cake and telling Mark. And since it's Ethan, I would have him and Mark's other friends come over, 'cause if Mark gets mad or something he can't just do it exactly at that time. I don't know why I feel as if he doesn't love me, no matter how many times he tells me, It's not gonna change, even though he really does love me for me.. I guess.

Mark walks over to me, In which I am in the living room, watching a movie about (Favorite Genre). He sits down beside me.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asks, and I shrug.

"...Eh." I shrug, then looking at him. "You wanna bake a cake? I have a craving for cake right now. I really do."

He smiles and nods. "Sure..." He says, and stands up as I do.

"We don't have all that we need, so I'm gonna call your friends over to help."

"Aw, but that means we'll have to share." Mark says, frowning as I look up at him. 

"Well, yeah but if I don't I'm just gonna eat it all myself anyways, and then I'll need to work out again." I say, and Mark rolls his eyes.

"I'll make sure you won't have to worry about it, I can head to the sto--"

"Too bad." I open my phone and I pause, and I look at Mark. "..Unless I brought your friends, you'd get mad at me.. Right?" I ask, and he frowns.

"No.. I guess they can come over. I haven't talk to them in a bit. Who are you asking over?" He asks, looking down at my phone.

"I'm gonna get Ethan, Tyler, Kathryn, and Hopefully Bob and Wade if they aren't busy." I say, smiling at Mark as he smiles as well. 

"Sweet." He says, and leans forward, kissing my head softly. "I'll be in the kitchen cleaning up a little if you need me." Mark says, before walking off.

I watch him as I smirk, and I tap on Ethan's contact, and bring the phone to my ear. 

"Ay." Ethan says, upon answering. "I'll have everyone come, I told them about it after the call so don't worry about explaining it to them."

"I thought you said you'd help keep it a secret?" I say, frowning a little.

"Well I wanted to make things a little less harder for you, y'know, you as a soon-to-be Mom shouldn't have this much stress until you got the kid." Ethan chuckles a little, my frown fading into a smile.

"I guess, Thank you Ethan. I'll be waiting with Mark. Bye."

"Bye."

I end the call, and walk to Mark who is grabbing a bowl, and the few things he has for actually making a cake.

"Hey, Mark. I found out they only have chocolate, vanilla or marble." I say, as I walk over and he looks down at me and gives me a smile.

"Well I'll let the decision be yours." Mark says.

Fuck. Decisions.

"..Oh, well... Uh... I'm kinda getting your friends over, and I wanted to bake the cake specifically for you and your friends are helping, so..."

"Wait, the cake is for me? What's the occasion?" He asks, pausing what he's doing as he stares.

"Well, you're just gonna have to find out, aren't you?" I say, smiling.

"Oh, a surprise." Mark sighs a little. "Yayyy. You aren't gonna like, put some crazy shit in the cake are you?"

I giggle a little. "No Mark, Don't worry. We wouldn't do that to you. Unless you WANTED crazy shit in the cake." (Like a fucking tank maybe)

"Yeah, I like normal cake without crazy shit inside." Mark nods a little, chuckling softly. "..I think Vanilla would be nice. I mean I really don't care that much, I just wanted everyone to be happy."

"Well, with your existence everyone is already happy." I say, and I lean up, kissing him on the lips softly for about two seconds. "I'm going to the bedroom if you wanna see me. Also tell me when your friends are here. Love you." I then leave with Mark replying with "Love you too". 

(Rustle Rustle)

"(Y/N)!" I hear Mark call. "They're here!" He yelps, and I get up from the bed, and onto my feet.

I stretch for a second before leaving the bedroom and heading down stairs, to see Ethan wearing some boss ass sunglasses, like he was a party designer, holding balloons in his hands. Kathryn walks over to me and hugs me tightly, so far we've become friends so this isn't much different, so I hug her back.

Tyler and BUB set the supplies down onto the flour, the batter, everything we truly need to bake a cake onto the dining table as they enter the kitchen. Kathryn let's me go as everyone walks back to the center, including me. Ethan walks up to me as everyone else catches up with each other.

"Thanks for getting everyone here again, Ethan." I say.

"There's no reason to thank me, it's really my pleasure." Ethan says to me, smiling lightly.

"Too bad... Also, why are you wearing sunglasses? Inside?"

"Oh, I just looked cool." Ethan takes the sunglasses off and places them on the V-Collar of his shirt, and looks at me with a smile. "Do I look like blue boi?"

"You look like brown boi 'cause your hair isn't blue anymore, which you know I'm still mad about."

"Well I'm sorry I wasn't thinking." Ethan says, wiggling a bit with sass as he frowns a little, and then I smile.

"It's okay, you're always Ethan. Always awesome."

Ethan brings his hands to his face and squishes lightly. "Aww, Thank you." He says, and I nod.

"No problem.. So are we going to start baking now or??" 

"Oh, Yeah." Ethan removes his hands away from his face and walks into the kitchen as I follow, and we start doing the baking of the bake.

At some point Mark tries to walk in, but Wade and Bob distract him from doing so, seeing as this cake is supposed to be a surprise. Even though he knows we're baking it, he doesn't know what for, which is all that really matters, even though he could have an idea. But still it's a fuckin' cake I want to be faht.

(FUCKIN' CAKE.)

We place it in the oven and I walk over out of the Kitchen to Mark. Mark is busy talking to Wade of course, until I show up, and Mark turns to me with a smile.

"This wasn't a bad idea to bring my friends. I'm actually.. Surprised you thought of this as an idea though. I still don't know what the occasion is, but... Yay?"

I giggle softly and I smile. "Well remember, You'll find out." I say, and I look back over at the rest of the group, everyone talking casually, Everything seems completely fine, and so I smile and I lean onto Mark a little. "It's nice seeing everyone in real life, other then from behind a screen watching videos."

Mark chuckles a bit. "Yeah, You get to see behind the scenes. From our ACTUAL life."

I giggle a little, and I grab onto his arm a little. "Yeah, I guess.. It's pretty interesting, how these creatures live."

Mark smiles, and leans down and kisses the top of my head softly. "I'm so happy I met you.." Mark says, and I nod. 

"I am too."

After a while the cake is done baking, and we sit Mark at the table, facing away from us as me and Wade decorate the cake. I've never talked to Bob or Wade yet, so right now is a great opportunity. 

Wade glances over at Mark, and leans forward towards me as he lines the edges. "So you're having his kid?" He says quietly.

"Well don't say it that way." I say. "Just like, say.. I don't know, something less straight forward?" I say, giggling a little. 

"...You're pregnant?" 

"Yeah okay that's a little better." I say, shrugging my shoulders a bit. "..And Yeah, I am."

"How long have you two been together?" Wade asks, standing back up straight as he focuses on not destroying the cake, with the blue frosting he's using.

"Well, At first it was confusing but so far... Around more then a month.." I pause, and I frown. "...I'm probably a whore for getting pregnant this early in the relationship, aren't I?"

"What? No." Wade says, confused on why or how I'd even take that tone.  "It just.. Means something I guess. It's okay if it was an accident, but I wouldn't get rid of the kid either. I mean, it doesn't look like you will be if you're going this far to surprise Mark over it."

"...Yeah..." I say quietly, and I start frosting close to the blue line with pink frosting, it looks a little like a mustache with the pattern, by my purpose of course.

"It's okay, don't think that way of yourself." Wade speaks. 

"...I know it's okay, and I guess I should stop with talking my mind. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, I guess it's alright to talk about how you feel, Just remember you aren't a... Whore, for it." He says, and I smile.

"Thank you Wade."

He smiles Back. "No problem."

We finish decorating, and I stare at it's glory, blue outline, pink mustaches, and in letters saying "I pregante~".

We made this from scratch technically.

"Hey, are we ready to show Mark?" I ask.

Ethan nods, and Wade picks up the tray that holds the cake. 

"Don't drop it Wade." Bob says, and Wade frowns.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna drop the cake and we'll eat it off the floor then."

"I wouldn't mind." Mark says, and I laugh a little.

"Gross."

Wade walks over and sets the cake down in front of Mark, and Mark stares down at it, eventually a smile growing on his face as he looks up at Wade. 

"Wade, I didn't know.. I'm so happy for you.. Question is how can you become pregnant if you're a man?" Mark says, joking a bit cause he knows it's be, but Wade set the cake down. 

A few people laugh a little, before Wade shakes his head. "No Mark, (Y/N)'s pregnant." 

Mark laughs a little bit and looks back at the cake, and then to me. He stands up and reaches over, hugging me tightly, as I hug him back. I didn't expect him to be so happy about it, but he is. Ethan already took his phone out and started recording this moment, seeing as it is a special one.

"I guess I need to buy you a ring, huh?" Mark asks, looks down at me and I look back at him.

"..You don't need to... I mean.." I pause and glance at the camera and I smile. "Sure, If you really want to." I say, putting on the act.

Mark smiles back, and leans forward, kissing me softly, and that's when Ethan shows the cake to the camera, and ends the video.

"Can I put this onto Twitter?" Ethan asks, and and Mark ends the kiss and looks over, nodding.

"Yeah, go ahead." He says, which to me is odd since Mark never really wants the internet to worry or know to much about our relationship, but I guess this is a pass.

Ethan posts it onto Twitter, and it's there, as Mark looks back at my face with a smile. The rest of the day the cake fuckin' dies and Mark's friends leave after five hours of playing games on the TV.

I still can't believe the cake's fucking dead.