#mark fischbach oneshots

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞

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×A/N×

So here's the oneshot that I promised-

Bro, I can't write angst! 😭😭

Nvm-

I done it-

I think this is shittier than the previous version of this-

×❢ About my work ❢×

shitty angst, in the begining some fluff cuddling with Damien, The Readers death (hinted), very short, yandere Damien, but he doesn't really show that much sight of it-, use of (Y/N), no pronouns used for the reader, flashbacks, panic attack (hinted)

Type: Oneshot

Fandom: Markiplier Cinematic Universe (WKM)

Character(s): Damien, Y/N

Ship(s): Yandere Damien x Reader

Word count: Short cause I can't write sh.t-

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𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: (I haven't find one yet-)

It was a beautiful day outside.

It was still dawn and the sky was so clear and beautiful. Many different colours played trough the sky as a little wind tickled Damien's hair.

It almost felt like a dream.

Your breathed calmly on Damien's chest, still sleeping in his arms. Damien could smell your sweet fragrance mixed with the flower's lovely scent. Damn, you felt so good. He would do anything for you just to keep you by his side.

You were right, infact it was a good idea to escape just a little from those boring paperworks.

He never was an outgoing guy. Not because he didn't like the nature, it's just he was so busy all the time. He wanted to spend time with you, and you chose to have a nice picnic outside. People wasn't really happy about this idea and to be honest at first he was a bit worried too aswell. What if someone sees him? Don't get him wrong, he didn't felt worried because he could get seen with you, he was afraid that someone will ruin you two's perfect moment.

Fortunately, you just had the perfect place to hide from the paper work and the crowd aswell! Trees hided you just perfectly and anyway people didn't seem to take walks around here when it was still dark.

Damien took a last breath of your sweet scent as he looked up at the sky, then he slowly closed his eyes.

• • •

Damien woke up in alarm as a loud crack could be heard from the thunder. When he figured out it was just the weather, he focused on his heart - which was beated like it would want to beak free from his chest - to calm it down.

He sat on the edge of the bed before he decided to left his room. The whole manor was probably sleeping deeply as he walked through the corridors.

Suddenly, he stopped at one specific door.

You were always afraid of thunders.

And just like he was called by an emergency he pulled down the doorhandle as quickly as possible.

He looked around the room calling your names gently so many times. Just silence came back. Damien spotted the bed and slowly walked to it.

Oh, yeah, right. You are not here. Not anymore.

He touched the soft material of the quilt. The bed was cold as it always been since then.

The coverlet was already swapped, not holding your missed scent anymore.

He went too far on that night. He didn't mean to harm you, he never was. He just wanted to keep safe his most beautiful person he ever seen from... well, from everything.

Damien's hands started to shake slightly as his grip got stronger on the fabric.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." The only thing he could say with all those regret and emotion in his being.

It was an accident. If only you would have listen to him! If only you just stayed beside him and let him to keep you safe none of this would've happen. He wouldn't have to keep his tears back as his grief slowly tears apart his whole body. He wouldn't have to be reminded of how much of an failure he is of not keeping you safe.

If only he would've just controlled himself for that one minute.

He slowly let go the sheets. His whole body shivered from the anxiety and his hands were sweaty from the warm of the material.

He took a shaky breath before he made his way to the door.

"Good night, (Y/N)."

The sound of the door shut slowly faded in with the rain's small knockings on the window. The room was still as cold as it had left behind.

[dearest-painter]

My flight or fight instincts always end up as fight

Imagine # 465

Gif NOT mine.

Gif credit goes to - @martziplier98

Year posted - 2019

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"Jesus Christ this game is so spooky guys!" (Y/n) called out to her camera whipping around to see any possible oncoming threats. "Why did I agree to this!?" She was beyond nervous and just waiting for the inevitable scare, but it was talking it's sweet time, torturing her. "There you are!" Her enemy in the game called out having spot her, his sudden outburst causing her to scram out in shock. "(Y/n) LOOK OUT!" Mark shouted jumping at her to grasp her shoulders dramatically. (Y/n) screamed again punching Mark in the face in her panic, realization hitting her almost immediately, while Mark groaned out in pain holding his face. "Fuck Mark are you okay!?" She quickly ripped off the VR set and her headphones, dropping them to the floor without a care. "I'm okay." He groaned with a small chuckle, a little blood on his lip. "I'm so so so fucking sorry!" (Y/n) panicked wrapping her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. "It's okay, it was my fault anyways." Mark chuckled again wrapping his arms around her waist, burying his head into her neck. "I feel like shit though." (Y/n) sighed holding him even tighter. "How can I make it up to you?" She added needing to do something as an apology. "You don't-" Mark began but was cut off by (Y/n) scoffing at him. "Okay.... How about you bake me some cinnamon rolls?" Mark offered knowing she wouldn't just let it go. "I'm gonna make you so fat on cinnamon rolls!" She exclaimed with a laugh, pulling away from Mark. "I'm okay with that." Mark laughed happy that she would finally accept that he's forgiven her.

[fatbottombucky]

Are We Friends? *Markiplier x Reader*

Requested Summary: howdy! can you do a markiplier x male reader who was friends with ethan and he met mark through ethan while helping with like an unus annus video or something like that?? sorry if its not specific enough 💖

Slight Changes and fic notes: None of the Unus Annus vidoes are up when you’re filming, because I know a few was filmed in advance. Reader is a Youtuber, but more on a Julien Solomita vibe. 

Fandom: Youtube

Pairing: Mark Fischbach x Male Reader

Warnings: None. Mostly implied malexmale romance. A non hate Amy fic (she is mentioned, but she’s “Markiplier’s friend” lol)

Notes: Obviously, Mark isn’t gay... this is PURELY entertainment purposes. Fanfiction isn’t to be taken seriously, please do not be offended. Mark is a real person with thoughts and feelings, and my fanfictions on/about him aren’t to be taken seriously. Also Mark is in a relationship with Amy, whom I love and respect, so in future do not request stuff that implies Amy is mean or nasty (not that anyone has, but I tend to see fics where the irl girlfriend is a bitch in fics and that’s not Peebles). 

“You’ve literally saved my damn life,” Ethan exclaimed over the phone, always dramatic. 

You almost rolled your eyes, but remained focused on the road ahead of you. If you had a dollar for everytime you saved your best friends ass you’d be a millionaire. Ethan is the most forgetful person you know, the amount of times you’ve reminded him of something is super high. 

“Mark said I really needed goggles but-” 

“You couldn’t be bothered?” You finished for him and his stupid giggle rang through the speakers of your car, letting you know you were right. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle along with him, “Wanna hang out whilst we shoot? Can probably grab some foods afterwards if you want?” 

“Yeah, that sounds chill.” You can hear people talking in the background, “I’m like five minutes from Marks, I hope anyway, so I’ll see you in a minute.”

After hanging up you continue driving to Marks’. You had never met Ethan’s other friends, mostly due to time restrictions on your life- you had different schedules and that made it difficult to see Ethan, let alone meet his friends. 

You have, however, heard a lot about Mark. Ethan was a fan who got lucky to be noticed, due to that little ‘stunt’ it got you to meet Ethan at convention. You have played games online together on his channel, he’s shown up in vlogs on your channel. In fact, a lot of people love your friendship with Ethan. 

Driving round the corner you see Ethan standing on the sidewalk, he gives an energetic wave to your car. You park in front of him and get out, throwing the goggles at his head but he quickly catches them with a grin. 

“Why do you need goggles?” You asked and then frown at his attire, “why are you dressed like a gay lumberjack?” He laughs loudly at your question and puts the goggles on. 

“We’re making Chica a doggo house,” he informs you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, you just nod and chuckle following him towards a back gate. 

Ethan pushes the gate open and instantly you’re met with Spencer, his dog. He bounds up to Ethan, a fluffy toy in his mouth and tilts his head at you- you’ve met Spencer before, he was a little timid of you and still is apparently. 

You watch as Ethan struggles to strap his tool belt around his waist, giggling when you laugh at struggle. He pulls on some gloves and pops the safety goggles on his head, gives you a thumbs up and starts to pet Spencer. It’s five minutes of aimless chatter when Mark finally appears. 

A part of you was worried about meeting Mark, a big YouTuber and also one of Ethan’s closest friends. It’s always very daunting meeting new people, but when they’re close to your friend it’s more difficult. You tried to play it off you were chill, hands in jean pockets and making goofy faces at Spencer. 

“Oh,” Ethan grabbed your attention, “Mark that’s Y/N, he’s a friend of mine that grabbed our goggles.” 

You gave an awkward wave as Mark waved and made steps towards you, extending a hand to shake that you quickly pulled yours out to accept. 

“Great to meet you.” Mark smiles and you nod awkwardly, “Ethan talks about you sometimes.” 

“Only sometimes?” Mark laughs and shrugs, “I don’t pay attention to him either, he’s such a rambler.” 

Ethan tuts loudly and shakes his head, “No becoming besties.” He shakes a finger at you both, obviously joking but you roll your eyes at him. 

You stand behind Amy as she films, trying not to laugh loudly when Ethan fucks up- which is a lot. Not that you can blame him, you’ve never done any labour work, not to Mark’s extent either. Woodshop was a struggle in school, you just did not enjoy yourself. 

Once filming had finished you stuck around till Ethan was ready to get food. 

“Mark, did you wanna tag along?” 

Mark shakes his head, “Nah, you and your friend can hang out. I’ll make a start on editing another video,” Ethan nods, but doesn’t seem convinced. 

“I don’t mind if you wanna tag along?” You shrug and smile. 

Mark huffs dramatically, “Fine. You twisted my arm,” Ethan rolls his eyes and already walks outside as Mark goes to grab a jacket, so you follow Ethan. 

“I’m glad he’s coming along, I really wanted you guys to hang out,” You frown slightly and look at Ethan, “you two will get along great, trust me. I just knew if me and Mika tried to set you both up you’d be totally against it.” 

You wanted to laugh. Mark? Be interested in anything BUT friendship with you? Ethan could sense your amusement. You shake your head, huffing a small laugh at your friend. 

“I appreciate that, but I don’t think I’m his type,” before Ethan can respond Mark locks his front door. 

The three of you begin down the street towards the closest restaurant. The walk is filled with chatter, mostly you asking about the Unus Annus videos, the schedule and planning they’ve made. 

“Any ideas for us?” Mark asked genuinely, you raised an eyebrow, “you’re like a daily vlogger. Right? So you’ve constantly got to be entertaining to an extent.” 

You had a thought as Ethan opened the door to a Wendy’s, the intention of grabbing food and going back to Mark’s to eat it and chill. 

“I guess, just do stuff that entertains you,” You shrug and follow slowly behind Ethan with Mark, “don’t force yourself to do stuff because it shows. I always try to find activities that I know I’ll enjoy or have a laugh watching back, like Ethan teaching me gymnastics- I was terrible, but it was so stupidly funny.” 

Mark laughs and nods, “Yeah, I saw that video,” it’s an offhand comment. 

But that comment has you stumbling, you just nod and look up capturing Ethan’s prideful smirk. You give a glare back, looking back at Mark who is still talking to you and smiling in your direction… perhaps there is merit to Ethan’s words after all. 

(If asked nicely... I’ll do a part2)