#averytiredkat

@markiplier along with @crankgameplays and Tyler save the day with the power of love in Markiplier Writes Fanfiction! 

OR

should I say....

For @moose-on-the-l00se

Muffled sobs come from behind Mark’s recording door. Confused and concerned, you knock quietly in case he was recording. A moment of silence passes before you hear a faint ‘come in.’ Opening the door, your breath catches in your throat, heart breaking inside of your chest. Mark sat in his computer chair, tissues strewn all around the floor and the desk; tears were streaming down his face, seemingly unending. 

“Mark, love, what’s wrong?” You shut the door behind you and walk briskly to Mark, kneeling in front of him. You placed your hand on his thigh and rubbed gentle circles with the pad of your thumb. He’d talk when he was ready but that did nothing to stop the sadness that filled you as you watched your boyfriend cry. Time passes by and slowly Mark’s sobbing becomes quiet hiccups. 

“Mark?” You ask again gently. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” At this, Mark tugs on your hands to make you stand; he then pulls you so you’re sitting in his lap and he can bury his face in your shoulder. His low voice was thick with emotion as he spoke.

“Eight million people, Y/N. Eight million people look up to me.” Mark pauses as he chokes up. “I’m never going to be good enough for them.”

“Oh, Mark.” You wrap your arms tightly around the man and squeeze, nuzzling his hair. “Clearly you’re doing something right if there’s so many people.”

“But am I ever going to be enough?” Mark’s breathing hitches again and you rub his back soothingly. 

“Of course you will Mark. Of course you will. Just you wait.”

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As the weeks pass by, you see your words start to take effect in Mark’s work. He pushes himself harder every day to make content that his fans will love and you admire him for it... if only it didn’t take away from the time you two spent together. Wednesday nights were date nights, and the past three Mark had cancelled on last minute. You usually wouldn’t mind, knowing how much he cares for his work, but the fourth time it happened, you couldn’t take it anymore. You curl up in your room under the sheets with a bowl of ice cream and a rom com. Mark was in his recording room, working tirelessly as usual. He hadn’t even bothered to tell you he couldn’t make it in person. Just a half assed text.

‘Hey baby, I have to cancel on date night again tonight. Sorry xx’

You’d read the message three times before chucking your phone across the room in anger. It lay there on the floor still, silent and taunting. Its black screen screamed ‘you’re not worth his attention!’ It was right. You wipe away a warm tear that fell down your cheek and grab the TV remote. You change the channel and try not to think about it.

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A few hours later, Mark finds you passed out, spooning the empty bowl of ice cream. Your face was red and puffy and the pillow was damp. He gently shook you awake, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y/N? Baby girl what’s wrong, why were you crying?” Mark takes your hand, his forehead creased in concern.

“You don’t care. Just go back to your fans.” You roll your eyes and try to roll over away from Mark but he stops you. 

“Y/N, are you mad at me for trying to take care of my fans?” Mark’s voice has no malice, only a sadness to it. You sigh and sit up, still refusing to make eye contact.

“Of course not. I just feel stupidly neglected. You’ve cancelled a month’s worth of date nights, you never come to bed with me. It’s like I hardly see you at all anymore.” You feel tears starting to form again but you shove them down.

“Oh... Oh, Y/N I’m so sorry. I hadn’t realized....” Mark sighed and reached out, taking your hands in his. “Can you please find it in your heart to forgive me?” He gives you his best puppy dog eyes and pouts a little. You almost giggle. Almost. 

“On one condition.” You say, trying to stay stern but the laughter in your eyes gives it away. “You come to bed right now and spend tomorrow with me.”

“Deal!” Mark shuts off the light before shucking his clothes on the floor and clambering into bed with you. You tuck yourself into his warm chest as he wraps his arms tightly around your frame.

“I love you so much Y/N.”