More Than a Monster - Vampire!Markiplier x Reader

Paranoia and All

     The bed seemed colder than usual. After Mark returned from escorting Ethan home, you tried to joke lightheartedly with him, but he blatantly ignored you. He hadn't said a word since then. You hated this thick tension in the air for no reason: how you had to wonder if you'd done something wrong, despite the obvious. Maybe Ethan had said something to him.

You rolled over so you were facing his bare back. He always seemed so pale in the dark. You wrapped an arm around his waist tentatively, hoping to ease him into talking, but you were crushed when he tensed at your touch. Dejectedly, you pulled away.

"Are you okay?" You whispered.

Silence. He nodded once.

If anything, that made you feel worse. You swallowed thickly. Your voice was so soft, you were surprised he heard.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked.

He suddenly rolled over, a concerned expression on his face. "No, no, of course not." He said. His heart broke when he saw how worried you looked. He swept a few stray hairs away from your face and smiled comfortingly. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then why won't you talk to me?" You said.

He brushed his fingers over your cheek. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," You stared at his chest, avoiding his eyes. "I guess it just feels like you aren't telling me everything. You're always so tense, and you won't talk to me about it."

"(Y/n)-"

"Isn't that my job?" You asked, looking up at him. "We're supposed to talk to each other."

"(Y/n), there's nothing wrong," He said. His hand travelled down your arm. "I'm just a little stressed from work. That's it."

"Are you sure?" You whispered.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I'll try to talk about it more. But really, there isn't much to say. It's just the usual."

"You aren't usually like this." You said.

"Nothing's changed." He said. Well. It was mostly true. "You'd be the first to know if I needed a break."

"I think I'd know before you would." You mumbled. "You work too hard."

He let out a breathy laugh. "I know." He said. "It's what I like."

You smiled and felt your shoulders relax. "Yeah. Sorry I'm being kinda paranoid."

"No," He said. "You're right. I'll learn. I'm not perfect."

"I disagree." You said.

He grinned. "You better." You rolled over so you were facing away from him, and you felt his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. He kissed the back of your neck gently and you smiled.

"I love you." He murmured against your skin.

"I love you too."

You didn't see Ethan for a week after that night. Mark didn't question it, but the rest of you were concerned. You'd made the executive decision not to tell the others about Ethan's episode, but you and Mark knew what had happened, and the fact that he was mostly ignoring it was strange.

One day you walked downstairs to see Mark and Ethan talking, and any fear you had vanished as the younger smiled. He was okay.

"Hey, Ethan. What are you two talking about?" You asked, resting a hand on Mark's shoulder.