Fixing Me ~ Markiplier x Reader

But, Why?

I come out of the shower, in one of his jackets and tight skinny black jeans, weakly smiling at him. I hadn't done any new cuts... yet, but i don't trust myself.

I start to feel sick, dying from the heat. He looks over as we eat, me being hesitant to it. Scared i might pass out or vomit.
"You okay, Y/n?" He asks, full of worry.
"Mhm. All good." I feel myself sweating badly.
"Take the jacket off babe, it is hot."
"No!" I say, awkwardly. "I am fine."
"Come on, seriously, it is hot." He stands up straighter now, and i back away a bit from him. "You are going to cook yourself."
"I am fine Mark!"
"No, you look like you are about to pass the fuck out. Please. Take it off."
"No, I am fucking fine! Leave me alone!"
We are in my room still, when i sit on the bed, him standing in front me. My legs hanging off the bed, and i am holding the sleeves down.
"Fucking you are going to cook!" Then grabs the jacket and just as quickly pulls it off, despite my struggle. He gasps, seeing the four new cuts on my left wrist. I gulp, feeling tears prick my eyes as he sighs.
"Fuck..." he then begins to leave the room.
He thinks it is his fault...?
"I am sorry..." i cry, looking down.
He paces a bit before turning back and standing in front off me.
"Why baby? Why, did i do something wrong?"
I look down "No- god no... I just... sorry."
He sighs, letting the jacket fall to the ground, as he sighs again.
"It isn't your fault Mark."
"It is!!"
That is when he paces, smashing his hand into a wall.

I quickly fix his hand up, leaving the slight hole in the wall before turning back to him. "I am sorry."
He leans in and kisses me.
"I lov- care about you... I hate when you are in pain."
I kiss him back, before it gets more intense and heated.

We lie there, in my bed, under the covers.
"I am always here for you babe... I am sorry for reacting that way."
"Yeah..." i smile a bit, cuddling into him now "I don't know what i would do without you, you boner."
He chuckles, i feel his chest rise and fall, i just smile.
"And we don't have to anything till you're ready..." he then adds "about B/n."
I blush a bit before softly nodding, curling into him tighter and drifting off to sleep.
I will explain why soon.
Maybe... Maybe not...

I wake up to feel eyes watching me, not in a creepy way, and someone stroking my hair. I shift my head up and see Mark, i smile.
"Heyy beautiful." He smiles back.
"Heyy handsome." I let my hand that it around his chest, move up a bit and tickle his chest. "How are you?"
"Really well, and you?"
"Very good..."

Even though he has seen me naked i still get awkward and worried. Even before.
I get up, and see a grinning Mark.
"What?" I ask, confused.
I look down as he speaks "Just enjoying the view..."
I see i am in the nude, i blush and grab the spare blanket at the end of the bed, covering myself before looking around the room for clothes. Mark chuckles as i spot a jacket, i throw that on, it goes past my thighs and i head for my bathroom.
"Can i join?" He calls and i roll my eyes, blushing and trying not to laugh.

A similar thing happened when we first did it, he finds it hilarious and i am awkward about it.
"Yyyyyy/nnnnnn!" He whines as i walk back into the lounge room.
"What Mark?" I roll my eyes.
"I missssseddd youuuu!"
"Okay? And?"
"Wowwww! Do you even love meeee?"
Yes.
I roll my eyes again, and walks over to throw myself to the couch.
"Happy?"
"Very." He moves closer and kisses my cheek, i rest my head on his shoulder as we lean back into the couch.
Maybe i should tell him...?
But i don't want to ruin this moment.
Or maybe, I am too scared too.

Three Days Later
Today is the day.
That i see B/n, my relapse is practically healed seeing as they weren't bad, and i am going to go see her. I am scared. I had a good dream about it last night, but i doubt it will come out like that. It never does for me. Probably never will.
"Let's go Mark!"

**brofist** 👊