MarkiplierxLowAnxiety!Reader: One step at a time.
Idea inspiration qoute: “I hate how sensitive I am, I hate that I can’t stand the dark, I hate how I can’t stand a room of people I don’t know. I hate how scared I am of myself.”
Sorry to anyone that has strong anxiety problems, I do not want to offend anyone who does and has anxiety. I merely writing from someone who’s got a little and know people that have it. Through I may not show it very well in this story, so please don’t get mad at me. It merely a low anxiety level, being something that can control you sometimes yet other times you can overpower it.
Thank you and I hope you enjoy!
For most of your life, you’ve always be anxious of everything. This can be both a good thing and a terrible thing. The few things that you could list with one hand, the had to be the fact you noticed everything, so you’ll notice peoples habits, know their dislikes and likes through you have to put more effort to remember, yet this skill can be also, not so good. Being as certain things people can be twisted in your mind, taking to worst possible scenarios.
Furthering yourself into your seat at the café, you stared outside ignoring the finished paperwork, painfully you finished right off the moment handed to you before it was time for you to finish work.
Your food sat growing cold, as you sigh as the café grew busier as time pass. Hiding in the corner with the pretty view of the sky was your favourite escape. The sounds of chatting comfort you alittle, even though confronting them would make you huddle further away. It was like having a family around you, as they chatted and you listen. Almost.
Someone slipped into the seat across from you, quietly ordered his food beforehand. He had seen you weeks before hand, always seeing you disappear the moment someone sit in this seat, the moment they speak awoken you from your soft daydream. With a face fearing confrontation you leave, grasping your papers and with a quiet “sorry.” You’ll run out the door.
He didn’t want this, so quietly he did so. Just to see ponder the stars longer, to not worry about him talking to you, but to enjoy the present of another person. Even though he was aloud person, he respected others, as well he was curious about you.
The waitress passes by to stop, eyeing him and you, smiling softly. She put his plate down and wink before leaving, just like he requested. Slowly and quietly, he eat his food and when finished he got coffee. All paid for beforehand.
What he didn’t see was you noting how he had slip in, not saying a word, not pressing anything but him sitting there, quietly.
Slowly you turned to him, to see him putting a book on the table with a note on top of it. He places it in front of you before sitting up and smiling at you. You blush and stare in shock. No one done this before…
He leaves as quietly as he had entered. Once gone, you look down at the book, lifting it up to have a closer look.
The note had a quibble of the man handwriting, you read it aloud.
‘I noticed you watching the stars frequently, and I think you might like this book.
Taking the note of the book, you looked closely at the cover. Deep blue, a hard cover, with the encrusted words of constellations. Small stars scattered across it with linking lines.
Looking at the back, you read the blur. And decided to give this educational book a try. You couldn’t help but smile as you tuck the note into the book, making it your new book mark. Looks like mark is marking the book. Huh huh?
And soon enough days like this repeated, with little changes.
Second meeting: Found reading the new book, you further studying the sky using the information learnt. This repeated for a couple of weeks.
Twentieth meeting: You started opening up to the man Mark, to find out in return him to be a youtuber and the love for space to be mutual.
Thirtieth meeting : You became more comfortable with Mark, started to talk more clearly and sometimes you would laugh.
Sixtieth meeting: You both decided to hang outside of the café.
“Hey, hey (y/n)! Don’t leave me behind!” Mark cried as he caught up to you as you both wander the park.
“Sorry Marki. I was so lost in the walk, hehe I didn’t notice I took that pace.” You told him truthfully.
“I don’t know how you do it.” He joked, as he bumped your shoulder, you shock slightly but smile at him anyway.
“Because I like…escaping..maybe?” You answered unsure, for Mark face to turn puppy like. “No not you, even if I wanted I doubt you let me!”
He smirked, “exactly, com’on who doesn’t want to around this hot face?”
“How you wound me darling, down to the soul.”
“Totally.” You rolled your eyes.
Sixty fifth meeting: Panic attack.
Mark came over to check up on you, seeing as the pass few days your replies turned shorter . He knocked on the door to find you softly opening the door of your apartment.
“Oh, hey Mark. Come in.” You say, softly. Your body shaking as you let him in. His eyes watch as he saw you drag yourself to your wreck up chair. “Sorry it’s a mess.” You say chuckling softly, as you lent your hands on your face. Slowly you got your breath, Mark hand rubbed your back.
Through you wanted him to take it away, the feeling was soothing. So you accepted it this time.
“T-thanks, and sorry, just a panic attack.”
Seventy first meeting: Mark Blues
Lazing about Mark place as he order pizza, was a change but oddly refreshing. It felt weird thinking how life was without Mark was like.
Mark wanted to talk about his mate to you, the one he had lost to depression, you felt that it do him some good to talk to you about it. As you felt that he been holding a lot in.
And like most rare times for Mark, you hugged him as he cried. As he let things lose. Sometimes it good to cry and talk about things over, to accept the things that had happen.
Two hundredth meeting: Mark said the words.
Mark had invited you out to the café you first met, taking you to your favourite place. It felt strange as you hadn’t been here for weeks.
He wanted to pay for everything but you both fought and you won in halving the pay. The food was wonderful and you noticed Mark, subtle flirting with you. Surprisingly, you found yourself stuttering your own lines back. He only smile when he did, cheeks turning pink.
His hand found yours when you both left to have a walk around the park, to sit on the bench together. Your head resting on his shoulder, as he lay his arm on the bench backing, not touching you directly. You smile at that. He always considered your comfort first, slowly you pulled his arm around. Ignoring the warning sighs your body screamed, you’ll do it for him.
He smile widely at this as he blush, slowly he turned to you, your banter slowly turning to awkwardness.
“(y.n)” He says softly, his eyes glued to yours.
“Ye-yeah?” You ask, wandering why such a change.
“Will you, go out with me?” he asked, “I, umm, understand if you don’t or if-“
You giggled as he turned more fluster turning you to laugh loudly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Before tapping his nose, “You big goof of course, I’ll go out with you.” You kissed his cheek and hugged him close.
One step at a time.