Deleted (A Markiplier x Reader Fanfiction)

You were just another awkward fangirl, with another cliché as to how you stumbled upon Markiplier on YouTube, who saved you from killing yourself. Even you sometimes wondered if you were lying because it sounded so cliché.
You moved out of your parent's house, finally. Never have you seen Mark in public before, never have you even had enough money. All you had was your YouTube 'career,' as you called it. You barely had enough subscribers to make it a full-time job. Not that you were complaining. You liked how it felt like a family.
Not even a day after moving in, you find out that it's the same apartment Mark lives in. You can smell the cliché-esque scent a mile away, from whatever lair creates fanfiction ideas. At first glance, it seemed pretty cliché. But, after you got to know each other, it didn't seem so. And that isn't an understatement or a lie- it's the legit truth.


7. Literally my life

Danyelle helped me unpack all the furniture and decor pieces, seeing as she is going to school for interior decoration. She's also writing, but plans on not getting a degree.
"Hey my little lovelies," I say into the camera, my back against a window. The view is quite pretty, seeing as we're on one of the higher floors. 
"Today I have a little guest with me today, who also helped me finally set up my apartment. Say hello to Infidany!"
Danyelle waves at the camera, smiling as usual. "Hey everyone, nice to see you!"
"Today," I say again, turning around to show everyone the mess of boxes scattered around the room. "We're going to be putting together my apartment."

We jumped right into the futon, then the coffee table until everything from my bed frame to a simple table lamp was put together. Of course, I cut out the smaller things, but otherwise it was a very eventful vlog.

"I'd like to thank Danyelle once again for being here," We said goodbye, shut off the camera, and then plopped down on the couch.

"Did you watch the video?" She asks tiredly. I shake my head, knowing I'm not going to be watching it. Not yet.

"(YN)," She says sternly, turning towards me. "You have to watch it."

"Why?" I ask, tired of this. "I walked in on him kissing another girl. That's fine- I just wish he would've told me."

"That video is about him liking you, that's why!" Danyelle yelled this, and I turned silent. It was eerily quiet, even for three in the morning. As if the entire complex knew that they should stay quiet.

"I'm going to go," She said after a while, grabbing her jacket and going to the door. "Just please watch the video."

It took me a while, even after she left, to understand that I have to watch this video. This was my life- I have to take control over these opportunities I am being given.

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