The New Teacher (Teacher!Markiplier x Reader)

Chapter 41

The holidays had quickly past, you'd gone back home to visit your family while the school closed for winter vacation. It was good to be back at home with your loved ones but it felt as though there was a small hole in your heart, you knew it was because you weren't able to see Mark for nearly two months.

You pondered the little things, like if his hair had grown at all or if he had let his stubble grow out into a full beard that would make him look like a homeless person. You doubted the latter.

However, now it was time to return back to university and finish your degree. You had already chosen the subject to write your dissertation on, it was just starting it that was the problem. That had been the problem for the last five months. You knew people who were on their conclusions and here you were with just a measly title.

You sat on the train in silence, your ear buds were in but not playing any music, you found the silence peaceful and allowed you to properly think. Although, all you could do was stare at the blank Word document in shame. You were a clever student, why were you struggling so much to just type.

The silence started to become deafening as anxiety started to dig its nasty claws into your brain.

Would you ever get this piece done?

You only have four months left until you have to hand it in.

What happens if you don't pass?

Your family will be so disappointed.

You stared blankly into the nothingness around you, truly letting your own mind break you down. Surely you would fail.

Quickly, you shook your head. Stop being stupid and just do it, write anything, literally anything, and then you can edit it later and improve it. Your fingers started to work quickly, typing sentences and paragraphs in no time. But you knew it would all be nonsense until you were able to add the relevant information.

Then an idea struck you, your kinda-boyfriend was literally the professor in charge of the class, if there was anyone you could ask for help it would be him.

You shuffled your phone out of your pocket and typed out a quick text message to Mark:

You: "Hey, so don't kill me or anything but I'm lacking on my dissertation was wondering if you could maybe help me out?"

You sat staring at your phone, watching the three little dots wiggle and dance as you awaited his reply.

Mark: "Why would I kill you? And I guess I tolerate you enough help, what have you got so far?"

You smiled at his response, happy that you wouldn't feel so lost anymore. Also because it meant you could see him again.

You: "Because I haven't actually properly started it yet... but that's where you come in"

There was a long pause.

Delivered turned into read but the three dots didn't appear.

One minute turned into two, and two minutes turned into five.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you eventually saw that he was typing back.

Mark: "Are you serious? Y/N, the deadline's in 4 months!"

The sigh of relief turned into a sigh of annoyance, if you wanted to be moaned at you would have asked your mum to help you.

You: "I know, I know, I'm the worst person in the world. So what if I procrastinate like a mother fucker, I'm willing to do the work now aren't I?"

You quickly sent the text, feeling as though it was a little bit too sarcastic and brash for you, but you couldn't delete it now. You put your phone next to your laptop and started typing, it was only bullet points but it was a start, at least that way Mark couldn't moan at you too much. You had been typing for so long that you didn't realise that it had been at least half an hour since you checked your phone; picking it up, you saw that he had replied. 

Mark: "Y/N, you're going to be the death of me, you know that right?"

Smiling down at your phone again, you replied, typing out a rhythm with your thumbs.

You: "Yeah, but you love me :P"

Your stop was coming up so you needed to be ready to get off of the train, you hit save on your Word document, shut the lid of your laptop and slid it into your backpack. Getting up out of your seat and standing by the train door, you hurriedly checked your phone and sure enough there was a text from Mark.

Mark: "Hmm, maybe. Only when you're nice to me" 

The doors opened and you hopped off of the train before you could reply. On the walk back to your flat you thought about what Mark had said, the word 'Maybe' resonated in your brain. You weren't really sure what type of relationship you and Mark had, let alone how you felt about each other. Neither of you had even muttered the dreaded 'L' word.

Something about that word frightened you, it meant commitment, and you were afraid that if you said it then it would scare Mark off. What if he wasn't looking for the same thing that you were? What if you had completely read his behaviour wrong?

You thought that you had been over-thinking enough for one day.

When you got back to your flat you felt absolutely shattered, you flopped down on your bed and started to relax. Not five minutes into your self-meditation you started feeling a bit uneasy, you felt all the energy in your body completely drain from you and an overwhelming feeling of nauseousness take over your body. 

You quickly got up off of your bed and sprinted to the bathroom, as soon as you pulled the toilet seat up the need to be sick faded. Your stomach still felt unsettled, but it wasn't as bad as before. You walked back into your bedroom and sat back down on the bed. Maybe you'd caught a stomach bug or something.

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