As he said, the next day you do end up showering with Markiplier. Your mother was on a trip with her friend somewhere, and had left the house to you, which left you time for an extra long shower. But we'll get to that later.

The day before had been somewhat difficult. For some reason Markiplier believed it wasn't necessary for him to eat, since everything was still a 'dream' to him. So you ended up having to feed him.

"Please just open your mouth," you begged him, poking the fork full of pancake towards his face. Mark just smiled.

"Okay I get what you're trying to do," he said. "But why eat," he leaned closer, "when I'd rather kiss you?" Your eyes widened and you shoved the food in his mouth.

You weren't quite sure why you were like this. You pulled him out of the screen, so why so hesitant all of a sudden when Mark seemed so willing? You were still surprised, and you just liked him so much. You couldn't help but be shy.

"Just eat it," you mumbled. He kissed you anyway, and his lips tasted like syrup.

There was also the whole media problem. It didn't take long for you to realize that leaving the television on had been a horrible idea.

It must have slipped your mind at the idea that this would happen, too distracted by the snuggles you and Mark had on the couch and the popcorn you shared.

You had turned the T.V. on and the news happened to be showing. And Markiplier was all over it.

"The famous YouTube star you all know as Markiplier has been missing without a trace since yesterday- nothing to show his existence rather than his computer in which it seems he had been recording a live broadcast before suddenly disappearing. Millions of fans cry in outrage, setting up websites to search for the YouTuber and some even going as far as committing suicide-"

"Do you have Netflix?" Markiplier either hadn't heard anything from the T.V. or was for some reason completely unfazed.

"Uh... yeah, I do," you answered, quickly taking the news off the screen. You glanced at him once more and he looked slightly troubled. It made you guilty and sick so you looked away.

The two of you had watched Didney Worl movies for the rest of the night, falling asleep by the end of your sixth one.

In the morning you woke up with Mark watching you this time rather than the other way around. He had the cutest smile.

"'Mornin," he said. You'd just woken up and your heart was already beating so fast.

"Good morning," you replied, unable to hold in your smile.

"I think we'll need a shower," Mark said with a chuckle, and he looked down at the popcorn crumbs the two of you had left on yourselves.

And so here you are now. Showering together to 'save water', as Markiplier said.

The shower feels smaller with Markiplier in it with you. Which wasn't a bad thing by a long shot, he's just so large.

He's just so large...

Your eyes snap back up to his face. He seems serious.

"You know," he says, eyes downcast. "I'm really glad to be here with you right now. I mean... the stuff I do means a big deal to a lot of people. It gets really stressful sometimes. But ever since I ended up here, I feel like I don't have to worry about anything."

You notice your hand is resting on his face. You don't know how it got there.

"Mark..."

He smiles.

"Thank you for that. And I know I'm not in a coma. But I don't care. I'm just glad to be with you, y/n."

His hands are warm and they trail up your hips and sides. You wrap your arms around his neck and his lips meet yours for the third time. The kiss is heavy, and with the shower going above your heads, you keep having to breathe before diving back into it.

He moans quietly. It makes you think of all the times you swooned over his voice because of how rich and nice it was. This 2 second moment basically eradicated all of those times.

He knew this was real now. He knew it wasn't a dream which made everything so much more important. He'd eventually have to come out to people and announce he was okay and maybe he'd have to leave you forever. Which meant you had to savor this moment while it lasted.

"Is... is it all right?" You knew what he was asking.

"Yeah," you answer. You spread your fingers against his chest. His skin is so nice.

Markiplier doesn't go fast. He uses some time just to plant kisses all over your face and down your neck.

"You're so beautiful," he says. He kisses your mouth and runs his hands through your hair. "And you're so cute... and nice..." One hand cups around your breast. "And soft..."

"M-Mark..." He maneuvers the two of you so you're up against the wall. He grinds up against you, moaning with one hand massaging your breast and the other holding your thigh.

"Are you okay?" He whispers.

"Yeah." Taking that as a 'continue' Mark adjusts himself before slowly thrusting inside you. You already felt so ready for this that it hardly hurt at all.

He thrusts at a steady pace before picking up speed. You moan in unison.

"Y/n, when I tell everyone I'm okay, I'm not gonna leave you," he grunts. "I hope you know that."

You both build up until you come at the same time. Markiplier pants, hugging you until you both finally relax. The shower is refreshing.

Markiplier smiles at you in that way you've always loved. Except now it seems more special, now that you know it won't be the last time you'd see it.