Markiplier's Wakeup Call (Markiplier X Reader)

SURPRISE!!!

Your POV:

I hear a knock on my door. I look through the peephole and Mark is stood there, leaning against the door frame. I open the door and see him tumble in. "woah there Mark!" I call out. He almost faceplanted the floor but gained his balance. He looks over and smiles. Jesus fuck! He looks around and sees Marley. "Who's this puppo?" he screamed, looking at me with eyes full of innocence. "His name is Marley" I reply. He runs over to Marley and starts petting him. "Did you come for the dog or me?" I questioned, smirking slightly.

Mark's POV:

Fuck! That smirk! AAAH! I blush a dark red, I had sweatpants on so I'm hoping (Y/N) doesn't notice. I sit on the couch. "I came here to ask if you want to hang out with us at some point tomorrow?" I was itching to get to the bathroom. I saw him walk around for a bit, licking his lips. Fuuuuck. I'm so attracted to him. "Sure, why not?" He finally answered. I smiled and looked over at the door. "Hey, I'm the apartment 6Df which is 2-floors upstairs, you can come whenever. Right now I have to go and take care of Chica." I lied. He smiled and shown me to the door. After he waved me off, I ran into my apartment and fiddled with the keys to get in. I ran into the bathroom when my phone buzzed. "Fuck, not now!" I muttered. I checked my phone. It was Wade. I answered it and I heard a groan in the background. Feminine moan maybe. "W-Wade? Whose with you?" I ask, staring down at my lowering tent. I sighed in relief. I sit down, trying to recognise the voice. "It's Molly, don't worry. But Mark...Amy called..." He continued. I stopped everything. "What did she say?" I ask, pondering. I shake a little. Her name makes my heart sink and break all over again. "It's permanently over, she's found someone..." Wade trembled. I take a sharp breath. "Okay, thank you." I say and hang up. I walk out and start eating. I look at the time. 23:49. Damn, it's late. I feel myself drift off.

Your POV:

I run as the car was getting faster. "What the actual fuck is this guy's deal?!" I mutter as I turn a corner. All of a sudden, hands grip my wrists and push me against the wall. The car was still after me and I couldn't loosen his grip. He pushed his lips against me. It was Mark. My lips moved with his in sync. I felt my face heat up. "M-Mark! Nggghhhh~" I whisper as the car drives right past us. He releases me and smiles. "Hey (Y/N), you should get chased by cars more often." I looked down at myself. Boner? Wait...I can't get a boner yet! 

I wake up in a desperate fit of breathlessness. Checking under the covers. "Yeah, it's not working yet!" I start to cry, it's been months since bottom surgery and it's been so painful. The rod that makes it go hard hasn't been working because of the pain. I stand up and walk to my dresser. I pull out a draw and search above it. I grab the money I hid in the draw that is jammed into the frame and won't budge. I count the money and sigh. "Fuck, not even an eighth of the money I owe. I don't even have enough for rent or food. Fuuuck! I'm never gonna get top surgery!" I fall to the ground. The sudden realisation hit me. I'm never gonna afford anything! My heart lays in Mark's hands but I won't use him for money. I can't sell anything...I can get a job I suppose...after I quit my last job, I've been left with a debt to pay off and no way of paying it off. 

Mark's POV:

I hear (Y/N) sobbing in his room, I open the door slightly. "(Y/N)?" I ask, opening the door more, "Hey...um is everything okay?" I walk in. I find myself settling near him, avoiding contact with his chest. "I-er-I heard you sobbing and...I just-um-wanted to see what is going on?" I stutter. He looks up at me and shakes his head. "Please, tell me what's wrong? Did you bind for too long? Is it too tight? Has it hurt you? Has someone hurt you?" I realise I'm asking too many questions and stop. He shows me his money and starts to cry again. I ruffle his hair. "What's wrong, bud?" I question.

"I'm negative one-hundred-thousand-and-fifty dollars in debt, I can't afford rent or to pay for the top surgery and I don't want to rely on you because I lo-like really like you and-" I cut him off by a kiss. "No, Mark. No. Not now. I don't...I mean I do but...N-no. I-erm-I like you and all but we haven't long met and it's so...so un-unrealistic. I-I'm just someone you like b-because er-Amy left you a-and you feel alone! I-I don't wanna be that to you!! I-I wanna be somebody, I wanna be your somebody a-and I-I'm not because y-you don't...love me like...I...love you" he protests. I sigh, maybe he's right. I stand up and walk out. I turn to him 'like...I...love you' Fuck! I really am a dick! I've been leading this guy on KNOWING I still love Amy. I've been all touchy with him and stuff when I really just fear being left alone...I'm such an asshole! "Hey...(Y/N)...I-erm-I...I'm sorry" I walked out. My heart dropped to my stomach and my head felt heavy. 'Did I really just leave him at "I'm Sorry"? Fuck, I'm such a douche!' I think. 

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A/N:

I'm sorry this is slightly shorter than the others, please excuse the lack of uploads too. I haven't been getting much motivation and it's kinda hard to write without it...