Based on the song "Fumes" by Eden.
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"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier!" Mark smiled as he looked into the camera. You grinned beside him, glancing at him every once in a while. You were comfortable with this by now, being a YouTuber's beloved. You and Mark had been dating for a good year by now. "This is my lovely (Y/N)!"
"Hullo," you giggled, waving at the camera. He looked at you then back at the camera.
"Today we're just gonna be doing a quick Q and A since I need my voice to rest after just getting better," he chuckled, "and I'd rather not scream at something too extravagant." He cleared his throat and took a sip from his water bottle. "Let's get into this. (Y/N), would you go first?"
His eyes were kind, but not caring. His voice was soft, but not soothing. You shrugged, and read the first comment off the top of the list.
"IS MARK DYING?" you screamed at the top of your lungs, making Mark jump back in fake shock.
"(Y/N), my goodness! You almost sound like Jack!" he gaped, putting his hands over his ears. The action made you chuckle and shake your head. Mark forced a laugh and turned back to the camera. "Yes, I'm dying. I'm going to give my channel to Chica."
"I'm sure the only reason half of your viewers watch you is because of Chica," you muttered with a grin.
"I heard that," he scolded. The two of you glanced at another once more and continued with the lonely emptiness surrounding the two of you.
When Mark did his outro and all was said and done, it was late, almost midnight. Mark stood up and stretched, while you just stared at the ground, sighing. He would edit and upload tomorrow as soon as he woke up.
"(Y/N)," he said softly. You looked up at him, and he smiled. "We can't keep doing this, and you know it."
"I... I want this to work, Mark," you whispered. "I wanted us to work."
"I did too. I do," he muttered, taking your hands and helping you up. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then shut it, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He smelled like green tea and honey. The memory of your first date slammed into you, and you shut your eyes.
Mark kissed your forehead. "Goodnight, (Y/N). I'll see you tomorrow. I... yeah."
"Goodnight, Mark," you breathed, opening your eyes just as Mark was in the doorway. He turned back to you, gave you a bittersweet smile, and walked away. You shook your head, knowing he deserved better. "I wish we knew what was wrong."
You brushed your teeth, climbed into bed, and slipped into your dream until you woke to the bleak tomorrow to pretend like everything was okay for another day.
It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
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I think I should have done better. Not just with this. With everything in particular. Life. Everything and anything.
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Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots and Imagines - Book 2
Fanfiction* CLOSING REQUESTS/SUGGESTIONS DUE TO OTHER PLANS * This is a continuation of the first book, named aptly (minus "Book 2"). Some one-shots will be part two's of some imagines from the first book, so if you are new, I apologize in advance and hope t...
