I'm with you (Markiplier x Reader)

Chapter Two

Darkness is the only thing you can see, pitch black. It feels like it's consuming you but you mustn't give in.

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After you finished breakfast in bed (with Mark perched on the end) you decided it was time to get up.

"Dude, you need to get out now," you say and stand up.

"Why?" Mark looked confused and stood up too. God, he was so adorable.

"Because I need to get dressed," you laugh and shove him towards the door.

"Oh okay," he laughs along with you.
You refrain from fangirling as he flashes you a cheeky smile before you close the door on him.

Deciding what to wear was a struggle, you just decided on a plain t shirt and jeans.

You open the door and see Mark standing there with his back to you, on his phone, you smirked as he didn't notice you. He lifted up his phone and you hid behind him, peeking out from behind his shoulder. You saw he was taking a selfie so decided to popup at just the right time so you could photobomb it.

Just as he was about to press the button to take the photo you put your hands on his shoulders and grinned evilly towards the phone.

"Argh!" Mark yelled and dropped his phone. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He picked up his phone and laughed at the result. You hold his hand steady and look at the blurry photo of him with a horrified expression and you being creepy in the background with your hands on his shoulders.

"I look so scary," you finally manage to say after laughing too hard.

"Woah it's Dark possessing you," Mark says sarcastically. "I've seen too many fanfictions where Dark possesses the reader."

"You read your fanfictions?" Your mind flashes to all the smut out there.

"Sure," he smirks. "I know, as if my ego needs feeding."

You both laugh then Mark posts the photo on Twitter, tagging your name. You make a mental note to see what he's said in the caption later.

"I guess you've got videos to upload or whatever," you say, even though you knew fully well this wasn't his upload time.

"They're all prerecorded," he shakes his head.

"You want to play on the xbox then?" You ask. "I've only got halo 3, skyrim and the assassins creed games. Oh and minecraft." You were embarrassed by how old the games you had were.

"We could play minecraft, I've never played it on the Xbox," Mark smiled, you were glad he didn't mind. "We're not getting drunk though." He winked making you laugh, and you led him downstairs to the back room where the consoles were.

It had a 22" tv and a single sofa, sunlight found its way in through the old curtains.

Mark gasped and picked up a game case.

"We are so playing this later," he held up Just Dance 3 for the wii.

"Fine," you laugh and agree reluctantly. "First, minecraft."

You pass him a controller and set up the Xbox. You signed in and sat on the sofa next to him.

"I like your gamer tag," Mark smirked at you. You blushed as you remembered it was 'Y/Nloveamarkimoo'.

"That was years ago okay," you look down embarrassed.

"Well I think it's cute," he smiles and lifts your head with his chin. There was a pause that made your heart beat quicken before he let go and turned back to the tv.

You smiled quietly to yourself and told him to sign in as a guest.

After creating a survival world called a combination of your names, you lose track of time and play for hours not really accomplishing anything. By the end your sides hurt from laughing at Mark shouting "Zombie!" before realising he's not there. You both decide it would be better to change it to creative and blow it all up.

You hear a knock on the door and your Mum pokes her head around. She raises her eyebrows at the sight of you two with tears streaming down your faces.

"Lunch's on the table if you want it, it's a make it yourself kind of thing so have whatever you want," she says before leaving.

"We should go, I'm starving," you complain.

"I know, I heard your stomach rumble several times," Mark laughed and stood up.

"Ugh, I can't be bothered to get up," you groan and stretch.

"Up you get," he pulls you up by your hands then leads the way out, holding the door open for you.

"Thank you, sir," you laugh and walk through.