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Keep Calm - Markiplier x Reader

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     Mark had an awful time with rage games. When frustrated, he had a tendency to make violent actions. It was repressible, but it would simply be better to stay on the safe side. Rather than playing frustrating games and breaking his keyboard in anger, he could simply avoid it all. But every once in a while, there was a highly requested game, and he fell prey to his loyalty to his subscribers. He felt he had a duty to entertain them, even if it cost him a new game controller every once in a while.
     You knew this on a personal level. You’d tried to talk Mark out of these actions on many occasions, but he never listened. Some may have felt offended and thought that he held his subscribers choices over yours, but you felt much differently. You felt pity for Mark because he fed himself to the monster of frustration. You’d offered your help many-a-time, but most every time he turned it down. And most every time you gave him a sad smile, and he returned it for a moment or two  before hopping back to his jumpy self. This particular night was one of those times.
     “No!” he screamed again from his recording room. Your blinked and tugged your fluffy white and maroon plaid blanket back up to your shoulders. You refused to go to him. You refused to interrupt. He made the decision himself, and he himself would reap the consequences. Suddenly, a door slammed and your eyes flew open in instinct. He walked from his recording room with a frustrated sigh and stomped over to the dining room, slightly-too-hardly shoving over one of the chairs. He grunted and picked it back up, shuffling it back into its respectable place.
     You watched as he angrily walked toward you. With a sudden realization, you sat up, letting the blanket limp, and pulled your knees in just enough so a cushion was open for him to sit down at. And sit down he did, with a huff and tightly closed eyes. You shrugged off your blanket almost grudgingly as you lost much conserved heat and cuddled up next to him. You leaned your head on his tense shoulder and stroked his arm comfortingly.
     You knew he just needed to relax. Normally, when you weren’t around, he’d take a walk or sometimes a shower. Then he’d go right back to playing, which is what you didn’t want him to do. He needed a long break between these sorts of games. It was just unhealthy not to.
     He sighed again, this time more of as a relief, and leaned his head back into the couch cushion. You reached up and placed a tender kiss on his collarbone before lifting yourself up onto your knees. Leaning over his head, you stroked your fingers through his hair—knowing that was his weakness—and he visibly relaxed into your touch. You slumped back down a bit, still tangling your fingers in his soft locks. His eyes fluttered open, but he didn’t look at you. He looked directly into the ceiling.
     The two of you stayed that way for what felt like hours, but was most likely no more than fifteen minutes. You finally pulled your hand back just to lay it on his chest, feeling a need to keep yourself right by his side.
     Suddenly, he said, “We need to put one of those inspirational cat posters right… here.” He lazily pointed his furthest-from-you arm to the spot of ceiling just above his head. You chuckled in response, for his silly actions had ultimately obliterated the comfortable silence. And then the silly words brought back the silly atmosphere—you could feel it.
     “You can do it,” you mocked, giggling at your own humorous actions, “Hang in there!” This time, he laughed with you, and you felt a sense of honor. He was okay now, you realized, and loosened your close hold on him. You leaned back into the middle couch cushion rather than his own, and, unbeknownst to you, his brows furrowed. You turned your head to help you situate yourself when you felt a light yet demanding grasp on your forearm. Your gaze turned back to Mark, and you smiled happily. You were wanted.
     You would always be wanted—needed, even. Especially when Mark raged.
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inspired by Mark's Mario Maker let's play ahaha

*gasp* oh my am i actually... *pause for effect* poSTING?
why yes i am mwahahaha bask in my glorious presence
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