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thegayestmferintown · 7 months

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hi! i just found your blog and i’m excited to read more of what you’ve written :) could i request a markiplier x female reader (established relationship) where the reader has a bad parent situation but hasn’t told mark yet, and he one day brings up meeting her family and she’s all hesitant but he pushes, not realizing the reason she’s hesitant, so they go to dinner with her parents (who she doesn’t talk to often) and they are awful to her and mark and they leave early so he can comfort the reader? sorry for that literally being so long hahaha

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐥.

𝐀/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲-𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 (𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬)

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬/𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡

You and Mark had been dating for roughly a year and two months.

He was probably one of the sweetest, and best, things you could ask for.

Your relationship with him was.. practically perfect.

Except for your parents.

You had a decent job, your dream job.

And yet, that wasn't acceptable to them

You made sure to keep your parents away from Mark, despite having met his mother.

You had kept your distance from your parents for some time, until Mark asked the question.

"𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝, "𝐔𝐡. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Although, he continued to pester you. Not that you minded, you just.. didn't want him to meet your parents.

Eventually, he convinced you to give in and ask about having dinner that weekend.

Mark wasn't home when you asked, mostly because you knew how your parents would respond.

And your assumption was correct.

You told them you had a boyfriend, they asked how long you'd been together, you'd told them.

Then they started to yell at you, as expected.

Eventually, they agreed to the dinner. But you could just feel how your mother rolled her eyes, how your father stomped off as they both did when you were young.

At the dinner, you subtly made motions to show Mark that you'd rather die than stay there longer.

Your parents continuously made rude and harsh remarks that made Mark... kind of astonished that any parent could say that to a child.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Once you both got home, he took you inside and sat on the couch with you.

And then you broke down.

It pained him, deeply, to see you react like that.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, rubbing gentle circles on your back and humming a soft song.

Once you were calmed down enough, you explained everything to him.

And he comforted you.

Then, the two of you sat on the couch, binge-watching all of your favorite movies, and eating popcorn.

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cheeryraccoon · 2 years

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Giving You a Hoodie

I hope you enjoy these! I'd also appreciate one-shot or imagine requests/ideas.

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Mark -

• Found it absolutely adorable.

• He gave you a big, soft, grey hoodie.

• He tried to make sure it smelt like him and not Chica.

• When he sees you wear it he smiles and hugs you.

• So wholesome. 🥺

Dark -

• He doesn't usually wear hoodies so he only has one, maybe two.

• It was half white and half black with an hourglass between them.

• Despite him not wearing it often, it smelt very strongly of him.

• When he sees you wear it he smiles a little and kisses your forehead.

Wilford -

• Wilford doesn't have many either, he may buy one just so he could give it to you.

• It was pink, obviously, with heart detailing on the sleeves.

• It smelt like cotton candy, which happens to be the cologne Wilford uses.

• When he sees you wear it he makes a little "Awww" sound and gives you a hug and kiss.

Yancy -

• He has only one hoodie that the warden gave to him.

• It was all plain white with a little dot of something on the shoulder, you didn't ask what it was.

• It smelt faintly of him and you thought it was nice.

• He gets all excited when he sees you wearing it and usually picks you up and spins you around.

Illinois -

• He has a few hoodies that he usually wears on cold nights during adventures.

• It was white but had some dirt and sand on it.

• It definitely smelt like him, which is really comforting for when he's away.

• When he comes home from a long adventure and sees you in it, he gets a little emotional as he hugs you.

Engineer Mark -

• Since he's usually in his uniform he doesn't have many hoodies.

• The one he gave you was black with little white stars and constellations all over it.

• It faintly smelt like him but, with how much he loves hugging you, it started getting stronger.

• When he sees you wear it he does a little happy dance and tackles you in a hug.

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bullyhunter--69 · 1 year

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can you do a markiplier x little sister ? i need some sort of e s c a p e p l e a s e

Snack runs at 2am

Pairing: (PLATONIC) Big Brother! Markiplier x Little Sister! Reader (I'm imagining the reader to be like 17/18ish but it doesn't really matter honestly)

Summery: Boring days lead to equally boring nights filled with sleeplessness and hunger. Since Mark stole all of your snacks for the video he filmed with Ethan that day, you figured he might as well pay you back, right?

T/W: none! Just some good 'ol fluff!

A/N: my first request! I absolutely love big bro Mark and stuff like this is always so fun to write, I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤

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Bang

BANG!

Each of the kitchen cabinet doors opened and slammed shut, progressively getting louder to match your frustration. Did Mark really have to take ALL of your sacred snacks, just because him and Ethan were filming and needed something to fulfill their hunger during it? Why couldn't they have just ordered pizza-- or even gotten McDonald's!?

With a heavy sigh, you spun around and leaned your back against the counter top. It took all of 3 seconds for this new, glorious plan to form within your magnificent brain.

The gas station down the street was open 24-hours.

And Mark was going to take you and buy you anything you wanted.

It was the least a big brother could do after ruining your late night youtube binge session by being a hog and eating all of your snacks.

With hushed footsteps you ran as fast and quietly as possible up the stairs and to Mark's bedroom. All caution stopped though when you threw his door open and jumped onto the foot of his bed, bouncing slightly as the weight on the poor mattress was now being distributed between 2 bodies and not just 1.

You made sure to jump onto a spot that was far enough away to where his attacks wouldn't get you, and boy were you glad you did. The sheets were thrown off of the bed and big, hairy limbs went everywhere. Legs kicked and arms swung, followed by various curses and threats after the initial scream died down. It's safe to say, Mark was definitely awake now.

"--OR ELSE I SWEAR I'LL REENACT THE BITE OF '87 ON YOU-- (Y/N)?" His voice was softer now and heavily dripping with confusion as he rubbed his eyes and tried to make out the shape of you in the dark, but your giggles and snorts from his empty threats gave you away instantly.

"What, the fuck, was that for?" The bedroom lamp now on and illuminating the room with soft light showed his ridiculously messy hair, and his hoodie on your body that you stole because he kept the house insanely cold.

"Get clothes on. You're taking me to the gas station down the road because you and Ethan-you big pigs- ate all of my sacred snacks." You punctuated your statement by crossing your arms after throwing the shirt that was laying on the foot of his bed at him. "I think I deserve it."

Mark's face began to dawn the most deadpan expression you've ever seen on him. The bags under his eyes were darkened by the shadows and how his hair framed his face. Exhaustion filled every invisible wrinkle upon him. He looked completely wiped out from the day he had spent filming and editing, but honestly? You could still see his lips starting to bend into a smile as he pulled his shirt on.

Within the next five minutes, you were both seated in his car and on the way to the gas station, having opted to drive since it was cold outside. The radio station played softly as you cruised down the completely dead road.

After pulling in and parking in the spot right beside the door, you both got out and entered the gas station. You skipped right back to the aisle with the chips and candy as Mark made a B-line to the fridge with the energy drinks. You met up with Mark just a few minutes later, a mix of snacks, candy, and drinks overflowing from your arms. You never typically took advantage of the times Mark spent money on you, but this was different! He ate all of your necessary snacks so this was just him repaying you!

Dumping everything on the counter, the elderly lady behind the counter started scanning everything for you while striking up a sweet conversation with Mark, as she always did when you two came in for snacks or gas. Before you knew it though, you were back in the car with at least 7 bags filled to the brim.

You looked over at Mark as he buckled his seatbelt into place. "Thank you Mark, I know you ate all my snacks, but this makes up for it." You laughed, but it got interrupted by a yawn. Mark looked over to you and followed with a laugh of his own, reaching over to ruffle your head. "I'm sorry for eating all of your snacks, kid. Let's get back to bed, yeah?"

You nodded in agreement and buckled yourself in, relaxing back in the comfy seat as Mark started driving.

"I'm still gonna beat Ethan's ass, he isn't off the hook just because you are."

#markiplier #crankgameplays #markiplier x reader #mark fischbach #markiplier x y/n #youtube

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anxious-cosplayer · 1 year

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"Merry Christmas, Captain" (Head Engineer!Mark x reader)

Word count: 1.6k Warnings: guilt, anxious captain, mentions of death Reader is captain and gender neutral.

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It was hard during the holidays on the Invincible II. Most people either had to leave their family back on earth or were still in cryostasis. So it only meant that the crew could celebrate together.

However, to most people - yourself included - the crew was family. There were bits of tinsel that covered doorway entrances, Christmas trees decorated by each department, and Celci had to tell Mark that he couldn’t use the cryo room as a place to have a snowball fight as “that’s not how it works!”

You can probably guess how Mark felt about that.

Though the crew were gathering in the mess hall to have a big Christmas dinner, you didn’t really know if you should turn up. As much as you enjoyed everyone being together, this time of the year made you reflect on what had happen in all of those other universes. The guilt was slowly becoming better to deal with, especially after talking it over with Mark many times until it was late, however it was occasions like this you did find it hard to cope.

So that’s is why you’re stuck in your room doing paperwork, preparing to go to the bridge to supervise the running of the ships systems while everyone could have a break. Donning your hat and signature gloves, you took your tablet and promptly made your way there. As you walked by all the decorations you thought you should’ve maybe added something somewhat Christmas-y to your uniform but it was too late now. The door whooshes open to the bridge.

There was about four or five people in there monitoring the various systems. They all stood to attention when you walk in. You recognise all of them as members of several different departments. You smile somewhat awkwardly and nod your head in acknowledgment.

“At ease everyone.” They all relax from their previously stiff stances. “You can call go down to the dining hall for your dinners, I’ll look after things up here. Dismissed.”

They crew have big smiles on their faces but then quickly leave, thanking you as they do. Only one, Tyler, pauses.

“Are you sure, Captain? I don’t mind helping out here. Don’t wanna leave you here all alone.” He gives you a warm smile. You pause. It would be nice to have the company, but it wouldn’t be fair to have only him stay behind. He was probably just being polite anyway.

“No thank you, Tyler. I’d hate for you to miss out on the festivities. Go enjoy yourself,” you smile at him, but it felt forced. You didn’t really want to be here by yourself, but you couldn’t stand seeing all the happy faces of those you’ve probably killed over and over again in other universes. Tyler hesitates but nods in respect before leaving. The doors whooshed close behind them.

And then you were alone, staring out into deep space.

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Tyler had picked up on the face that his Captain wasn’t doing great, but he wasn’t sure why. He assumed it was probably because they didn’t have their family with them. Thankfully, he knew just the person that would help cheer the captain up.

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Vitals: Normal

ADS: Normal

Cryo: Normal

Reactor: Normal

Warp Core: N/A

Well at least that’s always what it’s said since the start of the voyage, minus the hiccup in the middle. After doing the necessary checks and selecting the correct buttons on the data pad, you wondered back over to the window. It was times like this you were happy that Mark had installed all of these windows, despite the issues they caused in other universes.

Your eyes slowly refocus on your own reflection. The bags under your eyes were a little more puffy than usual. Sleep was hard to get sometimes. But you could also see the Christmas tree's lights next to the control panel. Your thoughts drift back to some of your favourite holiday moments. Times with close family or friends. People who you haven’t seen in a very, very long time. Maybe… just maybe… this could be the moment you let yourself give into the Christmas spirit?

“Computer! Play something Christmas-y.”

The computer pauses before you start to hear a quiet version of one of your favourite Christmas songs. You smile to yourself before you suddenly hear the whoosh of the door opening. You quickly compose yourself and turn to see the Head Engineer walk through the door holding two drinks.

“Captain! There you are! I was wondering wher- … oh god what’s wrong? Are you ok?” He quickly rushes over, balancing the drinks on the control panel. You’re confused before you realise a few stray tears had fallen down your cheeks.

“Oh… I’m okay, Mark. Don’t worry about me,” you say as you wipe the tears away. “What are you doing here? I gave everyone the time off.”

Mark sheepishly rubbed his neck. “Yeah, I know, but I was hoping that by everyone you’d mean yourself included.” He offers one of the drinks to you. “I even brought one to share with you, captain.”

You glance over and hesitate. “well, I’m technically still on duty.” But one reassuring smile from Mark had you reaching over to accept the drink. You clink glasses together and stare out into space together.

“Why are you alone up here Captain? I-…We all would love to have you down there,” he corrected. You sigh and take a sip of your drink. It was very fizzy but light with a fruity aftertaste. Quite pleasant.

“I don’t know if I could see them all happy. Not after seeing the other thems. I doesn’t…feel right, I suppose.”

“Well you still have the right to enjoy yourself too.” Silence then fills the room. He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Look, myself and the other heads of departments have a surprise for you. Just… indulge us, please?”

You mull it over in your head before giving a nod. You walk together out of the room. As you walk down the hallway together you accidentally brush hands. You tried not to make the blush on your face obvious but feeling your heart jolt like that didn’t help. Eventually, you both make your way to the mess hall and the door whooshes open.

You see all of the other heads wearing various Christmas themed outfits, holding wrapped parcels and with big smiles on all of their faces - even Burt has a soft smile.

“Captain! You’re finally here! You can open this now!” Celci runs up to you while wearing her elf outfit and hands you a beautifully wrapped box with a big blue bow on top of it. You’re quickly ushered to sit down and start opening your present. You tear away at the wrapping to find a beautiful pair of gloves. They were very similar to the ones you were wearing but they had the softest insides to them. And stitched into the inside were your initials. These must’ve been custom made, possibly by Celci herself. You thank her profusely.

Burt had a simple Santa hat on and passed you a little box with some ribbon. You untie it and inside it is a keychain. It was a replica of the ones to drive the ship, but this one had miniatures of a wrench, an ice cube, a pistol, a hammer, a captain’s hat and even a mini Invincible II.

“It’s important to always keep those important close at hand,” he states. You smile at the gift and thank him. For once, this bit of wisdom from him did not freak you out.

Gunther was next. He wasn’t wearing anything different to his normal clothes (“It’s Die Hard! It’s a Christmas film!) but it was clear that someone, probably Celci, had put a snowman beanie on his head. He passes you something that seemed to be wrapped in foil. It was a custom made silver blaster that had your name engraved into the handle.

“For when you need protection exploring the new planet!” Though it did seem very excessive, he did reassure you it had a stun mode on it. You thanked him too.

Then various members of the rest of the crew came over to wish you merry Christmas and in the end you even got dragged to the theatre room to watch some of the classic Christmas films. Mark and Celci got into another one of their fights (Mark wanted to watch The Grinch Who Stole Christmas but Celci was determined to watch White Christmas). But in the end the crew took a vote and watched both of them and one or two others too.

It was getting very late and you were just about ready to go and sleep when someone tugged your hand. You looked to see it was none other than Mark.

“Come with me.”

You both promptly slip away from the party. He leads you to a quiet hallway and oddly stops you in one of the archways.

“I, uh, wanted to give you my present.”

“Mark you didn’t have to-" you try to say but then he put a finger over your lips, silencing you. He then points upwards, and you follow your finger to then see there was something hanging from the ceiling. Mistletoe.

Oh.

You glance back at him. He waits to see if you were okay with what was about to happen. You nod and both of your lips gently brush against other while he embraces you. He gently pulls away and you can feel him smile as he whispered, “merry Christmas, Captain.”

Maybe Christmas wasn’t too bad after all.

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Merry Christmas everyone!! I hope you all liked this short story just in time for Christmas! I hope you are all safe and I will see you guys (hopefully) in the new year - Anx :)

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thefanficmonster · 1 year

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Hi could you do general relationship headcanons with markiplier, please? thank you!

Got it, honey 😊 Hope you enjoy 💕

Pairing: Markiplier x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: None :)

Genre: Fluff, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Mark is such a character

He's a ball of sunshine on steroids

And keeping up with him is sometimes tiring

But oh so rewarding

Count on him uplifting your mood when nothing else is working out

Count on him being the strictest mother when you're sick or in general when you forget to take care of yourself

Very hypocritical of him, though, considering you sometimes have to either personally drag him out of his recording room to see the light of day

Or you bring him beverages and food in his cave to make sure he'll stay mindful of his health even as he's working

Whoever in his comments says they're his number one fan, they're wrong

Cause if someone's gonna be crowned Markiplier's No.1 fan, it'd definitely be you

You hadn't given two thoughts to who he was before you started dating, but now you're a literal fanatic

A front-line supporter on all his panels at conventions

A model for his merch as well as the CLOAK products

The subject of the majority of pictures on his Instagram

He's way better at taking pictures of you than of himself

But then again, that goes both ways when you check your gallery

#markiplier #markiplier x reader #markiplier x y/n #markiplier x you #mark fishbach #markiplier rpf #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier headcanons #headcanons #reader #x reader #request

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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"I'm sorry, honey."

Markiplier x youtuber!Fem!reader

Warnings: not really any warnings, Mark raises his voice, swearing.

Requested by: None

A/n: I'm just laying in bed watching Mark raging while playing Getting over it, I had to make this.

Summary: Mark is playing Getting over it, y/n steps in while he's in a moment and he raises his voice with her.....DUN DUN DUN! WAS IT A MISTAKE!? DOES HE NEED TO GET HIS ASS IN GEAR!? Im kidding I love Mark❤️

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Y/n was downstairs editing one of her videos on the couch, when she heard her boyfriend, Mark, screaming upstairs.

"What the fuck? Is he okay?" She asked herself.

"Nooooo! You son of a bitch! AHHHHH! I FUCKIN HATE YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" He yelled.

Y/n looked up at the ceiling, she didn't have the slightest idea who he was saying that to, why he was so angry, and if she wanted to go upstairs to find out.

She closed her laptop, took a deep breath and headed up. As Y/n made her way up the stairs she could hear objects being thrown around in his office, she cringed when she heard a loud bang.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" He yelled once again.

Y/n gripped the knob and slowly opened the door, Mark was standing in the middle of the room out of breath with his hands in his hair. She looked around the room to see he had thrown his mouse and his chair.

"Mark?" She asked in a quiet tone.

"What the hell is it!?" He responded in a harsher one.

Once he saw her flinch and the look of fear and hurt in her face he immediately regretted it. Tears threatened to fall and she nodded.

"I can see your having a moment, I'll leave you to it. Just calm down and d-don't break anymore things."

He took notice to how her voice broke, he felt terrible but yet still so angry. He didn't mean to say it like that, his heart sank when she closed the door with a loud slam, and he heard quiet sobs moving away from his office.

Mark grabbed up his chair and set it in front of his desk, he took a seat and slammed his hand down on the wooden surface.

"Shit....fuckin shit, I messed up. Holy fuck, guys....I messed up. I'm gonna go apologize, this game is a fuckin nightmare." He cursed.

Mark stood and left his office, walking down the stairs he saw Y/n standing in the kitchen crying. He walked over hesitant to touch her, Mark slowly pulled her into a gentle hug.

"Shh shh shh, I'm so sorry." He whispered. "I didn't mean to raise my voice with you, the game just pissed me off and I wasn't thinking."

Y/n rested her head on his chest, Mark stroked her hair as he rubbed her back. He shushed her and kisses her head trying to calm her down.

"I'm sorry, honey. It'll be okay, I won't do it again."

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into an even deeper hug.

"I know, your anger wasn't towards me it was towards the game." She said.

"Do you forgive me?" Mark asked.

"I might forgive you if you use some of that dominant energy up in the room."

He smiled and connected his lips with hers...

"Well then, little one. Fallow me."

THE END ❤️

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #markiplier youtube #markiplier x reader #markiplier fanfiction #markiplier #markiplier x female #Markiplier x #markiplier x fem reader #markiplier x you #markiplier x reader fluff #markiplier x y/n

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themagical1sa · 1 year

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oh now, holding this pain just like on the day I left you alone

the pain grows more every day endlessly before me, like deja vu

hi. my name is Isa Capi and I refuse to sleep once again lol my brain is so weird for wanting to be depressed on a rainy November night like tonight. in the Philippines. it’s the perfect kind of night to get cozy and sleep. if I didn’t want to sleep, I would have rather worked on some college assignments, but my brain doesn’t want to work either! what the heck 🧍 well, since my brain doesn’t want to sleep nor work and I don’t want to be depressed, I am now making a compromise by making something my brain and I can agree on: writing a vent-comfort drabble. this has happened before with my first Tagalog-written drabble and it worked well as a distraction from Being Mentally Ill™ lmao without further ado, here is the drabble.

⏳ WRITING START : 11-17-2022 ⌛ WRITING END : 11-28-2022

#️⃣ WORD COUNT : roughly 2.1k words

🏷️ TAGS : post-ISWM, Captaineer (The Captain/Head Engineer Mark), angst to comfort, holy shit veeery angsty now that I think about it, the Captain is Tired, we have Impostor Syndrome and it's Horrible, I am once again reiterating angst to comfort

⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS AND HEADS-UP :

dabbles into what having a horrible and intrusive mental state feels like with impostor syndrome.

colored text (particularly colored red and blue) has been utilized for a visually immersive reading experience.

reader discretion is advised. in other words: read at your own risk.

“Good work today, everyone. You are all dismissed.”

You watch as everyone leaves the conference room, satisfied smile still enduring on your face. Once the last of the head officers and their assistants have left, you finally let yourself collapse slowly to the floor, barely leaning on the wall as you did so.

You’re tired.

You are so overwhelmingly tired — exhausted, even.

Then again, who wouldn’t be, after jumping through countless of lifetimes and endangering countless lives?

Who wouldn’t be beyond exhausted carrying unfathomable guilt while leading the first human colony outside of your own solar system and galaxy?

Good God, you didn’t think it would come to this.

You didn’t even think you’d even be here at all.

You curl into a ball from your previous sitting position, hugging your knees to yourself as you close your eyes.

How did you get here?

A lot of thoughts zoom by your mind as you sit there in the conference room, alone beside the door while contemplating your life decisions.

You were given this role of Captain because the world’s authorities thought of you worthy, but were they right to trust you with the Invincible?

Do they know about how much you had managed to screw up the multiverse?

How did you even get here?

Did you even deserve to be here?

You couldn’t trust your own mind at this point. Intrusive thoughts become louder by the second, making you hold your head as you shake it. “No, no, shut up,” you whisper to yourself. “I deserve to be here. I worked so hard and so well that I was entrusted here. They saw me fit. I deserve to be here.”

You reassure yourself, but your attempts feel futile as the intrusive voices in your head speak ever louder and more erratically. No, you don’t, they retort. You just faked your way into becoming Captain like the impostor you are. You’re a fail YOU FAILED!– failure and you’re undeserving of being Captain. WHO ARE YOU, REALLY? They should have put you down when they had the chance. You shouldn’t be here– who are you to be here?

You’re very aware of how it’s becoming worse — you should be having this breakdown in your room, in your personal space. You want to berate yourself for not having left the conference room earlier, but you decide against it as you try to get up, leaning on the wall for support before moving forward to the long table in the room. Your mental state has worsened your breathing, your once normal rhythm now quickened into panicked breaths. You try to take a deep breath before turning to the door–

“Captain?”

–where you see your Head Engineer, looking at you with worry clearly showing on his face.

“Mark,” You try to smile, but you’re self-aware of how it isn’t quite hiding your pain. “I was just about to leave. Did you forget something?”

Mark blinks as he looks around the empty conference room before worriedly looking back at you. “No, I– I was looking for you, Cap. Are you okay? How long have you been here?”

You softly (and yet, bitterly) chuckle at Mark’s response about finding you. You shake your head slowly as you say, “I’m fine, Mark. I haven’t been here too long. I was just about to leave.”

You mentally pick yourself up — it feels like carrying more than one dead body for you, and this is just you picking yourself up — and you try to make it seem like you’re not slowly staggering as you exit the conference room, but then you hear Mark say,

“I remember, Captain.”

You stop just at the doorway.

“…what do you mean you remember, Mark?”

You are now turned to him, seeing his face darken with trauma and regret.

“Everything,” Mark answers, his voice deep with remorse. “I– I remember how we kept jumping into universe from universe, and I– God, I thought it was you, but I– it was all me, Cap. It was me–”

“No,” you sternly interrupt him despite your current mental state. “It wasn’t just you. You may have built the Warp Core, but I was the one making rash decisions. I was the one who put everyone in the multiverse at risk. I put everyone on the line and I was the one who hurt everyone, including you.”

Mark is baffled with the way you’re owning up to what happened. “But you–”

“But I’m nothing!” You suddenly burst out, unable to stop the tears beginning to flow and stream down your face.

This takes Mark back, baffled and shocked as you unravel in front of him.

“I was the one entrusted with the lives of every single person on this ship,” You continue, “and that’s including you! Do you know how that feels, carrying that responsibility?! I was supposed to keep everyone safe, and I was supposed to make sure we all get through the journey unharmed, but I– but I–!”

You stop. You realize you’re unraveling.

You realize that you’re unraveling in front of your Head Engineer.

You realize that you’re unraveling in front of the only other person who knows about what happened.

He didn’t deserve to see you like this, not when you’re the same person who continuously looked for him; not when you were the one who persevered through lifetime to lifetime, hopeful that you could stop him from repeating his same mistake that destroyed the multiverse and trapped it into a destructive loop.

He didn’t deserve to see you like this.

He didn’t deserve to see you like this at all.

In fact, he shouldn't have to see you, his Captain, unraveling so messily like this.

You scoff; and then, you let out a bitter laugh.

“Ha… haha…” Your voice resounded, broken and unsure as your eyes darkened with your bitter smile. “I’m… I apologize for my outburst. That was… that was really unbecoming of me. I should go now.”

You turn to finally leave, but you feel a hand hold yours, halting your departure once more.

“Don’t…” Mark begins, trailing off. “Don’t go yet.”

You don’t move. You don’t even turn to look at him when you say, “Let me go.”

“No.” Your Head Engineer deadpanned, voice solid and stern. “I’m not letting you go.”

You turn your head a little, as if leaning to look. You don’t, however, as you refuse to see him.

“Let me go, Mark.”

“No. I’m here, Captain. I’m here, holding on to you, and I’m not letting you go.”

You suddenly remember when you held him back from the wormhole.

He was begging you to let him go, to let him fix what he thought was your mistake — but you knew how it was all him, and that even his older self knew he needed you to stop him. You spent lifetime after lifetime letting him slip through your hands until you finally, finally got ahold of him and never let him go.

It seems the tables have turned.

“Why…?” You weakly ask, voice barely above a whisper. “You know. You know how I put everyone in the multiverse at stake. I put everyone at stake and I treated it like a game. I was horrible for that and you know it.”

Mark could only shake his head, beyond baffled at what he was hearing from you. “What?! Captain, no! I don’t think of you that way, not anymore. Nobody thinks of you that way–”

“Well, I do!” You finally admit, turning so quickly to him that you feel a little dizzy. “I finally realize why you and Lady resented me so much, and– God, I didn’t see it, but I killed so many people– so many dead, and it was all because I thought we were just starting over!”

At this point, you’re sure you look much like a mess. Your hair is unruly from the way you held your head earlier, and your eyes are flowing with tears — tears that have long stained your cheeks and flowed until they drop to the floor. Snot is beginning to run down your nose. You’re sure you’re far from pretty and/or handsome.

You’re far from pretty and/or handsome.

Even so, Mark can’t help but love you more anyway.

“I thought…” You speak again, catching his attention once again. “I thought that… I thought if I find you, if I find you and hold on… I thought it would stop. And I was right– older you was right, even– and we restored the multiverse.”

Your eyes drop to the floor, closing them as you remember all those bodies — all those corpses — that came out of the wormhole for every time you died and/or jumped into another universe.

All those corpses.

All those lives.

All those people– dead because of you.

“We restored the multiverse, Mark,” you state to him, but your voice has become more broken as you hold back a sob before looking at him in the eyes.

“We restored it, Mark, but what did it cost? What did my foolishness cost?”

You couldn’t stand anymore — not when you’re already falling apart. You had half the mind to lean onto the wall before sliding down to the floor again. You don’t care about appearances anymore; it’s just you and your Head Engineer, anyway. You try to take deep breaths as haunted memories flash in your mind. You close your eyes and put your gloved hands over them as an attempt to stop seeing such flashbacks, but you can still see it all like a waking nightmare.

The fact that you can still remember almost clearly makes you whimper.

You don't feel it at first, but Mark had crouched to level with you, hands reaching to your shoulders. Before you know it, you find yourself in your Head Engineer's arms, wrapped in his warm embrace.

Mark hugging you feels very comforting — grounding, even. The voices in your head begin to die down, and the intrusive nightmarish distortion of your memories start to fade as your mind relaxes. Your breathing slows, and you find yourself leaning more to your Head Engineer as he carefully cradles and comforts you.

His voice is soft when he speaks.

“You know, Captain,” he begins somberly, “I'm really glad you held on to me.”

What he said makes you look at him with your tired, cried-out eyes.

“...what makes you say that?”

Mark sighs as he gently strokes your hair, closing his eyes as he thinks back to the loop. “Well, I was just making the same mistake after all,” he reasons out. “I remember catching wind of that.”

You remember when his older self realized it back in the diner, telling you that you had to stop his younger self. “Oh... you remember that, don't you?”

He chuckles bittersweetly. “Yeah, somewhat...”

You chuckle with him, subconsciously glad that you can recall the events of the wormhole without your mind twisting it maliciously.

“I kind of remember when I hoped that you'd stop me,” he admits, voice soft as he recalls the time. “I don't think I was consciously hoping, though... but that Warp Crystal always found you, didn't it?”

What he just said makes you think.

For every loop reset, you come back to a sabotaged ship. You recall when you do reach the door to the Warp Core Chamber and how the Warp Core was looking for a suitable host and how it always said suitable host located when it scans you.

“With that said, Captain,” Mark begins, taking you out of your reverie. “You're not as horrible as you think. In fact, I believe you really are the best of us, because you never gave up on your crew — you never gave up on me.”

Your Head Engineer gently takes your face by the chin, making you look him in the eyes as you sniff. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying, cheeks stained with all the tears that have been flowing. You're evidently vulnerable, and Mark takes it upon himself to take care of you for the time being.

“You never gave up on us, so don't give up on yourself, Cap,” he softly states, “because I believe in you just as much as you believed in me.”

You feel your heart ache and you cry even more — but now you gratefully smile.

“Mark, thank you,” you say, voice weak and cracked. “Really, thank you.”

He reflects your smile sincerely as he chuckles. “I should be thanking you, Captain. But yeah... you're welcome.”

The both of you stay there, cuddled up together on the floor as you steady yourself and your breaths. You lean onto your Head Engineer's shoulder as he cradles you, hugging you and holding your head. Your intrusive thoughts have all died down now, and all that's left in your headspace is a sense of comfort and contentment. You finally feel at peace with yourself.

Whatever had happened is all in the past now, and you've never been more glad that you experienced it all with him.

P.S. I really meant to utilize the colored text more specially to simulate the Captain's headspace post-ISWM. I like to think that post-ISWM, they build their new colony, they start having doubts about themself, which slowly and eventually leads to nightmarish distortions of their memories. It then develops into a horrible state of mind — hence the red and blue. You can say they're like… glitches. Errors, if you will. Oh, and you know how, in a distant place in the multiverse, we are part of an amalgamated being that glitches red and blue? How their red is often passionate rage, and their blue is often a calculated calm? Yeah.

Anyway, writing this helped me feel better, even if for a little bit. I've been feeling horrible about myself lately (hence this entire fic lmao) so it's nice to let it out somehow. This was cathartic. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed reading this.

The divider used in this is a cropped photo of steil egil liland's Blac Blue and Green.

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futurewifeofjoji · 2 years

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#joji #joji miller #filthy frank #markiplier #mark fischbach #gamerboy #musicians #unnus annus #pink guy #filthy frank x reader #markiplier x you #joji slow dancing in the dark #markiplier x y/n #markiplier x reader #damn it now it’s gonna be hard to choose

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iluffyouxo · 2 years

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𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 || 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫

YouTube — markiplier x black, female oc

The urge to interrupt him before he had finished was overwhelming. She had been gone for years, and to, suddenly, show up out of the blue? She flinched as her mind raced through the worst case scenarios. “He could either yell at me or be utterly repulsed by the fact that I returned unannounced.” But, she blinks and laughs at her own pathetic-ness.

That wasn’t Mark, now, was it?

“That’s a reaction that belongs to me and me alone,” she mumbles to herself, “Mark is not me.” She looks up from where she had been staring at her feet to be met with the sight of her daydreams and teenage infatuation. “He’s better than me.”

Though, infatuation couldn’t be the right word. How could it be when her feelings still lingered? Feelings so strong, it’s the only reason why she found herself returning to such a painful place.

Amy, Mark’s ex girlfriend, had let her in—the sweet woman had just finished her weekly check up on him since he had a tendency to go off the grid for long periods of time. “He’s in his office editing a video; I think he’ll appreciate the needed company.” The brunette had said after a brief greeting. “Today’s my last day coming here,” she continued sadly, “We both need to move on. So, thanks for answering my request.”

Amy had planned Mark’s surprise. A last gift before she left his side completely.

Now she found herself standing in the open doorway of Mark’s recording room, anxiously waiting for him to finish. Truly, she did want to speak to him…but, if he was going to end up being upset with her, might as well let him finish his work so that he won’t be too angry.

And when he had finished, when he did begin to turn around in his chair, she flinched and prepared for the worst with a crooked smile and nervous flick of her wrist.

His mouth fell agape and the bags under his eyes seemed darker as his blown pupils grew wider. His raven hair had grown and barely grazed his shoulders. His round glasses graced the edge of his nose. And it seemed as if his facial hair was the only thing that remained unchanged on his otherwise matured and solemn face. He was no longer the boy she once knew.

Her first initial thought was that she wanted to kiss him. Badly. How desperate could I possibly be? For him? Very desperate.

“Mark,” she breathed. And at the same time he exhaled Cyan in disbelief. “Hi,” she continued, “Long time, no see.” In a second he was at her side, pulling her in close for a tight embrace. “Cyan I missed you,” he mumbled against her shoulder.

She wrapped her arms around him and breathed in his scent. It had changed. Instead of sweat and his mother’s perfume, he smelled of teakwood and muted Old Spice. “I missed you, too.”

—

“What’re you doing here?”

His breath tickled her lips but, she wasn’t stupid enough to lean in. She looks up into his tired eyes, giving him a small smile, “Because I missed you too much.” And I love you just the same. His weary grin grew wider and he pulled her in close again. His arms tightening around her shorter frame.

“Cyan—“ her ears perked up at the sound of her name, “—Amy and I broke up…she said she wasn’t coming back.” She heard his voice crack just the slightest bit but felt no tears. She rubs his back soothingly. “Well, I’m here now.”

“Yeah, but for how long?”

“However long you need me to be.”

His breath hitched. Out of all the answers she could’ve said, it’s the one he wanted to hear the most.

The smile that he tried to bury down with a frown could be heard in his voice as he replied with a short Okay. But, she knew that her words made him happy.

—

They were in the living room laying side by side on the floor, Genshin Impact had remained paused on the tv for the past thirty minutes. The two had been talking about everything and nothing and the yearning to kiss him was growing immensely too strong. “Cyan…why did you leave?”

Her heart felt ready to leap out of her throat every time he spoke her name. “What?”

“The last time I saw you was right before Ethan and I announced Unus Annus and the last time I heard your voice was when we played with Bob, Wade and Seán. I tried going to your house after you changed your number but, then I heard that you moved. You still posted on your channel…but, I thought I’d never see you again. Did you leave because of me?”

The more he rambled on about the memories, the more his eyes seemed to gloss over. He was clearly still hurt. She placed a hand on his chest and rubbed circles into the thin fabric of his black shirt with her thumb. “No, I didn’t leave because of you.”

My heart ached every time I saw you hug her. “I was going through a lot at the time.” Every time you kissed her. “I had to move back home to gather my thoughts.” Every time you looked at her with those adoring gazes. “And then, my brother died in a car accident.” But, worst of all… “And my mother collapsed out of stress and exhaustion.” I hated how much I wanted you to want me. Any crumb of attention I basked in. I’m sorry but I had to leave. “She’s doing better now, Bryan is taking good care of her. But, my father is still a mess.”

“Why didn’t you let me be there for you? We were best friends, right?” It just hurt too much. Everything hurt. “And we still are, but you were working on projects…I refused to stress you out even more. I wanted to return to you okay.”

“Well, are you?” She smiled sadly at him, “No, I’m not.”

—

It’s been months since I returned, yet this silly, little crush I have on you has yet to wither, and it has, instead, become monumental. A crush? Love? I’m afraid it’s become something much more greater than that. And I am terrified.

“Cyan?” She looks up from her notebook to where she had been beckoned. Mark stood a few feet away clad in a loose shirt and grey sweats. She nearly choked at the sight. “Wanna play a few rounds of 2K?” He had asked as if his attire didn’t affect her like she was a horny teenager again. “Yeah, sounds fun.”

“Let’s make it a little more interesting this time, though,” his voice had gone down a few octaves which caused her to raise an eyebrow in question. “More interesting how?”

“If you win, I’ll tell you something that I’ve been keeping a secret from you.”

“But, you always lose…?”

“Well, then I guess you have something to look forward to, but I’ve been practicing in my spare time.”

And, even so, Mark still lost five games of 2K and one round of Fall Guys. “Welp…I guess, you lost.” When she looked over his face was red with embarrassment. She chuckles, “So, what is it that you’ve been keeping a secret?”

“To be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to win.” He cleared his throat and, suddenly, he found his hands quite interesting. “But, I’m a man of my word.” Despite his tough words, however, he still sat there twiddling his thumbs and Cyan could do nothing but stare.

After moments of complete awkward silence (and something on the brink of sexual tension) Mark finally decided to speak, “I…I remember the feeling. I remember how it felt.”

What? Now she was fully intrigued.

“When you left I first thought the worst. I refused to believe you would leave me like that—without saying anything to me. And when I saw your posts…I became so damn angry. It felt as if my anger issues had resurfaced,” he turned to look at her. There were so many emotions that lingered in his eyes, but there was one that she just couldn’t identify. What is that?

“I was angry for years. A different type of anger that I’ve never felt before. And I knew something else was there. I could never figure out what it was.” His fists clenched against his sweats as he seemed to become more emotional as he spoke on. “At some point it began to affect my relationship with Amy. I didn’t know why. Until she told me that somewhere along the line…I had fallen in love with you.” Cyan’s breath hitches.

“I’m in love with you, and have been for a long time.”

If Cyan looked in the mirror she would see what these last few years in a pandemic has done to her. Heavy bags under her eyes, her brown skin had become paler and, due to quarantine, her social skills have gone down the drain. So, how the hell is she supposed to respond?

Though, she had been quiet for a beat too long and Mark’s soft expression was beginning to contort into one of hurt.

She shook her head, becoming upset with herself, I will not hurt him again!

Then, she places a hand under his chin and leaned in, allowing his lips to meet hers halfway. The kiss was short and sweet and innocent. “I love you, too…for so long I’ve loved you. And now I can finally say it.” She pecks his lips.

“I just wanted you to want me…and I needed you to need me.”

“Well, then, marry me.”

Cyan chokes on nothing but air as she registers Mark’s request. “What!?”

His blush is prominent as he tries to correct himself, stumbling over his words, “Wa-wait! What I…what I meant was…ummm…will you marry me? In the future?” He looks down and begins to play with his thumbs again. “I want to be with you, even if it’s not on paper.”

Cyan hugs his side, resting his head on her chest and kisses the top of his messy dark hair. “Of course I’ll marry you. I want to be by your side for as long as God allows me.”

She smiles into his hair. You wanted me to want you, too. We’re both so stupid. “Let’s play some Genshin, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And we can think about getting in bed later,” she smirks. Mark begins to fluster a cherry red. “Cyan!” She just laughs and kisses his lips again.

#black writers #black female reader #black oc #excerpt from a book i'll never write #fanfiction #markiplier #markiplier x reader #markiplier x oc #markiplier x y/n #mark fischbach #markiplier fanfiction #markiplier fanfic #angst #fanfic #mark fischback x reader #markiplier fluff

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melancholypancakes · 2 years

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Y/N in a nutshell with Darkiplier

*Darkiplier is supposed to be horrifying, the manipulative entity taking over the date*

*Y/N looks “horrified”*

Y/N: *blushing red* *In their head* ohmygodohmygawdOHMYGAWDD he’s so hot! Why is he so hot?!

Y/N: *tries to hold their inner fangirl giggles*

Y/N: you have beautiful eyes 🥰

*Darkiplier is just confused as he noticed they are not terrified*

Darkiplier: You should be terrified.

Y/N: Why? *Red face* *Literally about to simp*

Darkiplier: I will be taking over Mark’s body and channel...You’ll literally be stuck with me forever-

Y/N: I wouldn’t mind that~ does this mean this will be an actual Date~

*Darkiplier is flustered and trying to keep himself together*

*In a Heist with Markiplier*

*Darkiplier saying his monologue but stops when he sees Y/N staring at him with that look again*

*Y/N has heart eyes*

Darkiplier: Y/N... *He cracks in frustration* ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING?!

Y/N: Yes handsome~ *Flirts as Darkiplier face palms*

#a date with markiplier #markiplier x y/n #darkiplier x y/n #headcanon #nutshell #fangirl #a heist with markiplier #i am a simp #y/n is a simp

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nikkisix · 1 year

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Cg5, Jack, and Mark with Y/N

(Giants)

Requested by @ask-the-iswm-crew

#markiplier x y/n #cg5 x y/n #jacksepticeye x y/n

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mnt-arts · 27 days

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happy april fools….. booping time

reblogs (and boops!) appreciated !!

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amee-racle-ofmyown · 4 months

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tiny Captain

#(smol but strong!)#I'm 150cm (under 5 feet) so this is rather self indulgent lol #my art #iswm #in space with markiplier #iswm captain #captain y/n #yn sona #head engineer mark #engineer!mark #engineer mark #engineer mark x captain #captaineer

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markislover · 2 years

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Sweet Girl (Mark)

Pairing(s); Mark x innocent! Fem! Reader!

Warning(s); innocent/corruption kink,guided masturbation (F),oral fixation (w fingers),watching,pillow humping/dry humping,PRAISE FUCKING KINK.

Summary; Mark catches you moaning his name,how can he just leave you like that?

A/n; Bee here with another story! Idk I’ve just been obsessed with the thought of mark having a corruption kink??

Mark finally got back home and god was he exhausted, days of traveling had him needing sleep desperately. He knew you had been there watching Chica and Henry but was a little confused when he found the dogs in his living room but you not.

Mark registered muffled sounds upstairs assuming you must be on the phone or something. He petted both Chica and Henry for a few minutes and you still handn’t come back downstairs so he went to you.

Mark tracked up the stairs quietly, a shiver ran down his spine though when he heard you moaning. Just how he had pictured it so many times before,he had pictured himself Fucking you in a variety of ways. Over his gaming desk,in his bed,in his shower,on his couch that still has stickers on it from your last adventure here. Everywhere and if he was honest he was downright a sinful man, he was sure of it.

You were a sweet girl,soft spoken,kept to yourself,you always had the cutest outfits skirts,dresses, tiny little shorts that showed off way to much skin but you didn’t realize that. You smelled of his favorite candy and flowers you smelled like pure innocence to him and he couldn’t help but want to corrupt every bone in your body until you were broken for him. Until your heart raced with the dirtiest thoughts of him,until you breathed for him,until you’d live and die for him and him alone.

Mark stopped at the top step on his stairs hearing your moans pouring from your lips. Surely you hadn’t brought someone back to his house? No way you were fucking somebody else in his bed. You were too innocent for that. Hell when Sean made dick jokes you looked so confused, as if someone didn’t know what 2 + 2 was, you looked like a baby that would just stare not understanding a thing the person was saying.

There’s no way that you, his sweet girl, his pure and innocent little baby were fucking someone else In his bed. Mark suddenly felt anger rise in him at the thought,if you weren’t fucking someone why were you in his room moaning so pornographically. Mark growled walking up to his door.

“Mark!” You whined out and he froze in his spot. That was his name. You just moaned his name. Right? He didn’t just hear that. Mark felt somewhat relief wash over him hearing you moan his name. At least if you were with a guy he knew he wasn’t the one on your mind. Mark quietly opened his door and the sight he saw sent blood rushing to his cock immediately.

You were straddling one of his pillows hips moving as you humphed against it. Your little pig-tails bouncing along with your tits,moans and whines falling with each sway. Not only were you moaning but you were getting off on his pillow,picturing him,calling his name. If mark had any control left he lost it right then.

“Ahem.” He sounded your eyes flying up to his you gasped and tumbled back off the pillow. “Mark! I’m so sorry! I just- I- it- tingly- I-” you were stuttering left and right not from fear but from embarrassment. The guy you were picturing under you had been standing there for god knows how long. Not to mention you were using something of his, you wanted to die and curl up in a hole. You for sure knew he was gonna be disgusted, kick you out,stop talking to you.

“Sweet girl.” His voice was soft and you watched his face soften “it’s okay,I’m not mad with you.” He said walking in and closing his door to keep the dogs out. “Y-your not?” You asked and mark shook his head “you said it tingled right?” You nodded “I’m sure it tingles even worse now” you nodded quicker. “Awh, I’m sorry I interrupted.” You whined the second hid hand came in contact with your cheek. “It sounded like it was helping, sweet girl” you nodded “it…it was” you glanced at his pillow seeing the soaked spot on the silk before looking back to him.

“Then continue,I don’t want my sweet girl feeling tingly.” You swallowed thickly “here, I’ll even help yeah? You want me to help you?” Mark asked “yes, help me. Please.” He hushed you “Shh,no need to plead,I’ll gladly help you sweet girl”

Mark helped you straddle his pillow once again and you shivered felling the cold wet spot against your already soaked panties. Mark held up your skirt as you got settled “why was my sweet girl moaning my name,hmm? What were you picturing.” He asked and you felt your skin heat up. “I- I was picturing you holding my hips while I- Oh!” You moaned out when he shifted your hips against the pillow.

“Mark!..” you whined out for the millionth time that night. “Yeah, I’m the one making you feel good aren’t I?” You nodded as he helped guide your hips against his pillow. Maybe it was from the fact your orgasm was so close before you had stopped but you could already feel that impending feeling in the pit of your stomach

“Open your pretty mouth for me” you opened it on command and you felt fingers press against your tongue. “Suck.” He commanded and you did so sucking against his fingers. Maybe you were just high off pleasure but you swear they tasted sweet. You whined around his digits as he continued to help guide your hips.

“God, I can hear how wet you are, sweet girl.” You shivered “I’m-im sorry” mark let out a deep chuckle “I didn’t say apologize,I love it. I could listen to that all day” that made you shivered “oh? Did you like me saying that, sweet girl?” He asked his chin resting on your shoulder. “Mark!” You moaned out. “It’s honestly adorable how you look so innocent sweet girl, such a dirty girl aren’t you? Getting off on my pillow? Having me help? So cute” he chuckled.

Mark suddenly shoved his fingers into your throat making you gag against him “your hips are stuttering you gonna cum?” You nodded and he kissed your cheek “it’s okay, cum for me” you shivered.

Your orgasm hit you stupid. It honestly knocked you stupid. You whined out marks name repeatedly while he kept your hips moving until your orgasm slowed. “Good girl, yes such a good girl.” You whined out falling back into his chest. “T-thank you” you stumbled out as you panted he pulled his fingers from your mouth a string of spit connected them to your lips.

“You did so good, such a good girl. Oh my goodness you made such a mess.” He chuckled watching the praise send you for another loop “you like being praised?” He asked and you nodded sleepily. “We should get you cleaned up” he said as he lifted you up.

Mark helped clean you up allowing you to shower. He sat a change of clothes and a towel on the counter leaving you to get dressed. Afterward, he brushed out your hair and dried it before letting you curl up with him to sleep.

#wattpad #markiplier fanfiction #markiplier x reader #markiplier #mark smut #youtuber x reader #mark x you #mark x y/n

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