His body tensed up. He sat up in a jolt and looked at you square in the face. You knew it was a lot to ask, but you had to try.

The expression of worry spread across his face. His eyes said it all, you didn't need to look at anything else to know he was concerned. His voice was shaking and his breathing was irregular,

"Look, I honestly don't know how I feel about that. You have to understand why."

You sat up straight, holding his hand. It was shaking, he was shaking.

"Mark, we can't live like this. You have to be able to see that, right?"

"Listen, you don't know what the fangirls are like."

"Excuse me? I was a fangirl! It's not right to stereotype all the fangirls like that! Some fangirls are crazy, yes, but the majority want to know if you're ok. They just want to see you be honest and happy, there is no point in hiding both of them."

He threw himself back down onto the bed. He stared up at the ceiling and gave a huff. You examined the unsettling apprehension he showed in his body language. You felt bad for him, but you knew you had to bring it up.

You sighed and sat on Mark's hips. He didn't move, his gazed was fixed on the white ceiling.

"Come on, Mark. Be happy. Show me a smile."

He shook his head, resting his head to the side. He wouldn't look at you. You moved your head into his blank gaze, he faced his head in the opposite direction.

His sadness was rubbing off on you, you weren't allowing that, not one bit. "I get it, you don't want to talk about it. I'm just trying to lighten the mood, so help me."

He forced a frown, looking aimlessly up at the ceiling again.

"Fine, Mark. Have it your way."

You glance down towards his stomach, you quickly start to tickle his whole abdominal area. You hold his wrists down with your feet.

The room filled with Mark's laughter, he was squirming on the bed but couldn't get up since you sitting on him. His loud laugh bounced off the walls. 'It's unusual to see a guy this ticklish, but I'm not complaining.'

His whole body was arching and wriggling.

"OK, OK. ARE YOU DONE!"

"Not until you're happy, dammit!"

You dug deep into his sides, his body tensed up even more. He was laughing out of control, 'See, he is cute when he's smiling.'

He was speaking in between loud bursts of laughter.

"OK, (Y/N)! SEE, I'M HAPPY! YOU CAN STOP NOW!" You slow down gradually. He looked at you and smiled. "Wrong choice!"

He quickly turns the tables, rolling over you so he was on top. The positions were weirdly identical.

He tickled your body quickly, you could feel every touch through your thin top. You couldn't move, Mark was too heavy to shift.

"FUCK YOU, MARK!"

"You're not injured this time. Like you said, no excuses!"

"SHIT! YOU REMEMBERED!"

Both of you were laughing, You were laughing hysterically and Mark was just laughing at you.

"Now (Y/n), are you going to behave or carry on being naughty?"

"DON'T PUSH YOUR LUCK, MOOMOO!"

"Truce?"

"FINE! FOR NOW!"

He slowed right down. He rubbed your sides with his wondering hands. 'He's so cute, even when he is being a dick.'

He leaned towards you and your lips collided. He wrapped his strong hands in your hair, you shivered at their touch.

He pulled back, staring into your eyes.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe we should tell them. Being honest with my fans is important to maintain the trust."

"There we go. Mission complete."

"Speak to the Greybeards for the next mission."

"Very funny, you Argonian."

"These references are killing me!" (Skyrim reference, incase you couldn't tell ;) )

Mark sat on the couch and ruffled his hair. You sat behind the camera pointing in his direction.

He looked really down.

"Mark, you're gonna be fine. You just need to be brave. You can do this."

"Thanks, babe. I love you."

"I love you too. Ready?"

He slowly nodded. You exhaled and pressed the record button. He sighed and put on a smile.

"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier. I have something important to say that you guys may or may not like. I... Have a girlfriend. Her name is (Y/n) and she is very nice. She is a member of the band Solid Masterpiece and is very good if I may add."

He gestured the space next to him on the couch, you shook your head. "Oh come on, (Y/n). Sit next to me."

"Ugh, fine."

You trudged from behind the camera and sat next to Mark. He put his hand in your hand.

The camera lens was intimidating, you felt like crying. Your face went red and you threw your face into your hands.

Mark lifted your face and looked into your eyes.

"It's ok, (Y/n). We can do this, I'm scared too."

You sniffled as he dragged you into a tight hug. You buried your head in his shoulder.

"I'm just nervous about everyone knowing. I'm such a hypocrite!"

"Babe, listen. It'll be fine. Whatever happens, we do this together. And don't worry, I can cut this bit out."

"Why?"

"Because of what I'm about to do."

He grabbed your waist, pulling you closer towards him. His lips touched yours lightly. You close your eyes as he rubbed your waist, the feel of his hands was relaxing.

The kiss slowly turned more aggressive, you gasped for air between kisses. He pushed you onto your back and straddled you to the couch. He leaned down and kissed your neck, his hair was soft and gentle against your skin. You were breathless, panting deeply.

His lips were delicate against your neck. He slipped his strong hands up your shirt. He slid his hands around your waist and up your back.

You arch your spine at the touch of his fingertips. You feel a biting and sucking sensation from your neck and... Something hard touching from down below (the innocent won't understand).

"Woah, Mark. Calm down, buddy."

He pulled back, blushing slightly. You couldn't help but blush also.