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Just a Story (Mark x reader)

I lay curled on my side in bed with my phone in hand reading some Markiplier imagines, while my actual boyfriend, the actual Markiplier was lounging beside me, scrolling through Twitter on his phone. Strange how the world works right? Most of the imagines were super cute and make me giggle, others made me laugh and read them out loud to Mark because I could never see him doing that, ever. The one I was reading now was making me a little curious about trying something new in bed... but that was for another night. I was going to need to pick some stuff up if I wanted to try that. But damn, the way it made my stomach flutter and clench in the best ways... I finished it and lay staring at the sheets for a moment, my face was red and I just hoped that Mark wouldn't choose that moment to look over at me. I backed out of the story, having finished all the chapters. Another one caught my eyes, the picture was a fanart of mark, naked, tied up and tortured. I clicked into it against my better judgment. I flipped through chapters with increasing horror, holding my hand to my mouth in complete silence. This book was horrible, why would anyone ever want to do this to another person? Let one someone as sweet as Mark?

"Please, please" Mark rasped, pain burning through his body. His arms ached from being chained above him for so long, "Please just let me go. I swear, I won't ever tell anyone about this." He sobbed as your figure stood up, tracing a hand up his chest, savoring the way the muscles twitched under your hand.

"Please, Y/n. You have to let me go. I can't be Markiplier if you don't. I can't make any more videos for you," he was begging now as you turned your back to him, walking over to the nearby table. His stomach curled when you turned back around with tears in your e/c eyes.

"Don't you see Mark? Don't you see that I never wanted Markiplier? I just wanted you, but you can't give me that. You've let me down just like everyone else." His already parched throat ran dry as he saw you pick up the gun. It was a small handgun but the fear that ran through his body gave him almost enough adrenaline that the pain from his shattered legs faded. Not quite though. He watched the bitter tears fall down your face, watched you sob like you had just lost your lover. To you, you did. You loved Mark, you really did. You loved him so much it hurt, you loved him so much that you couldn't bear for anyone else to be near him. He was yours, and yours alone. If you couldn't have him, no one could.

"I-I" you sobbed, stuttering over your words as snot ran from your nose. You wiped it away with the sleeve of your shirt. "I don't want to do this to you baby, can't you see that?" your posture sagged a little with the thought of what you had to do. Mark was sobbing openly as he hung helplessly in the chains. He didn't want to die, he still had so much to do, so many people to help. "But you know my name, you know my face. You know every part of me." Mark fought a shudder, feeling violated all over again. "I can't give you up, but you don't love me." Mark wanted to scream as your face went cold, tears still running down your red cheeks. Your eyes were like ice as they looked over his bare body. You stepped forward, tracing the cold barrel of the gun down his side. He shivered at the feeling of metal against him. "And I can't have you loving someone else." You gave him one last, sweet kiss; tasting his tears and hoping that he could taste your sadness in yours. With your lips still on his, you brought the gun up to his temple. Mark screamed and thrashed around, ignoring his shattered legs. You grabbed him tightly by the shoulder, pulling him down into another kiss.

"P-please," he begged you against your lips, eyes squeezed shut.

"Goodbye Mark, I loved you."

You pulled the trigger

Letting his body down from the chains holding him up you cradled what was left of your lover's head to your chest, sobbing brokenly. Sobbing for all that you could have had with him, crying out for all that you had lost. There was a brief pattern of buzzing from the table, making you look up at it in rage. How dare something interrupt your grief? You gently lay Mark's body down, kissing his still lips once more. You stood and picked up Mark's phone on the table where you had left it. It was a twitter notification from Jacksepticeye. Your shining eyes looked at the picture he had posted, his bright smile was so inviting, so warm. It made you forget the blood and gore on your clothes. There was a light feeling in your chest. maybe... maybe this one could be the one. Maybe this one would be different. Maybe he would love you

Hai guys! This was my first attempt at a Yandere!reader x mark? Whatt did you guys think?!?! sequel maybe?! ok, love you all lots bai!!!!

You reached the end of the story and set your phone face down on the bed. It took you a minute to realize you were crying. Feeling the need to hold him, to make sure he was all right you rolled over and curled into Mark's side. He grunted at your sudden movement, holding still as you wrapped yourself around his torso. You pushed his face into his soft t-shirt, still crying. His arms wrapped around you to hold you close.

"Y/n?" he murmured softly, rubbing your back. You just shook your head with a whine and held him tighter.

"I died again didn't I?"

"Uh huh" there was a soft chuckle from him as he slid down to get more comfortable and hold you properly.

"I told you to stop reading those, babe"

"Nooooo they're so cute"

"Obviously not if you're crying," he remarked, his voice soft and deep in your ear.

"This one was fucked up, they-I did horrible things to you," I could practically hear the face he was making.

"What did you do to me?"

"I broke your legs so you couldn't run away from me, and then I tied you up in my basement and I-I..." I stopped, unable to continue. Mark made a show of moving his legs under the covers.

"They seem just fine to me. And I don't think we have a basement, is there something you need to tell me?" I giggled through my tears and pulled my face from his shirt, smiling slightly even though I was still crying. His gentle hands wiped the tears from my face and I leaned into his touch.

"Better?" he asked, finger stroking over my cheek. I nodded, turning my face into his palm. "Good," he leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss to my lips. I kissed him back immediately and we both settled down into the bed. Mark moved to turn off the lamp behind him before he pulled me into his arms again.

"I love you Y/n. You're going to have to break my legs just to keep me away from you." I smiled, kissing his collarbone.

"I love you too, goofball.

"Good, and as someone who loves you, I'm telling you this for your benefit. Stop reading that shit,"

"Fine, but then I guess we can't try out that one thing I read about today... that thing that needs another pair of handcuffs, some cooling lube, and a fair amount of stretching."

"Ho ho ho hold on now," he objected, sitting up on his elbow, "What have you been reading?"

"Guess you'll never know because you've taken it away.

"Now I may have been a bit hasty when I said that, what I meant was stop reading the shit that makes you cry, I am all for the nasty shit." I laughed, reaching up to kiss him again before I relaxed in his arms and fell asleep, knowing that it was only a dumb story.

Prompt 51. Mark x reader

a. Reader starts crying while reading a Markiplier imagines.

b. Cuddles into Mark.

a. "I died again didn't I?" "Uh huh" "I told you to stop reading those babe" "nooooo they're so cute"

Couldn't figure out how to end it, but I wanted to write something.