#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)

[dustin4ce]

dating mark would include:

(my head canons)

if male;

would cuddle after a long day, and a lot of kisses on the head

listening to him screaming at his game, since he’s losing his mind

“baaaabeeeee-!”

lots of video game fights

interrupting his videos

CHICA. that’s it, that’s the most important one :)

being there when a family member or friend passes

watching him play video games

if female;

stealing his clothes

“you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen! and i’ve seen chica.”

being chica’s mom

his mom talking about you to her friends

“stop mom- they can meet her in person and see how awesome she is!”

“queen of fnaf”

fan art, lots of fan art

if gender neutral;

him bragging

“my partner is better than yours!”

him correcting anyone that doesn’t use your preferred pronouns

“you are the cutest person to walk the earth, i love you!”

stupid text messages; “i think i lost keys- oh wait no! i found them, love you :)”

him getting mad at himself for using a pet name that leans towards one gender more

you comforting him that it’s okay, and you’ll still love him

dying your hair together

helping edit and with any projects he has

[missxfaithc]

Multitudes: One-Shot

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“So this is the end, huh?”

“Well, not quite. Saying it’s the end would be an immense oversimplification of the matter as a whole. As much as this is the end, it is also the beginning.”

You frown, not understanding Mark’s logic. “But there’s nothing left. Out there—the rest of the universe, or multiverse or whatever it is—isn’t all of that… gone now?”

Mark shakes his head. “This story is ending, yes. This universe is… dying, for lack of a better term. But there are infinite other universes out there with stories that are just beginning. There are so many innumerable journeys to take and adventures to go on. Aren’t you happy to finally be done with this one so that you can enjoy the next?”

“I mean… I guess so. But… will it be the same?” you ask.

Mark furrows his eyebrows, “No? Why would you want to relive the same story again? That would be unbelievably boring.”

“No, not the same story. I just—what about you?”

“What about me?” Mark says, looking perplexed by the question.

“Will you be the same?” you ask him.

Mark laughs, “Um, probably not? Like I said, that would be incredibly boring. What if the next adventure takes place on a desert island or something like that. Who’d need a head engineer then? The role just wouldn’t fit, y’know?”

You sigh, feeling a little exasperated. “That’s not what I—I’m not talking about whatever role you might happen to play in the future. What I mean is… will it still be… you?”

“I’m not sure I understand what you’re getting at,” Mark says with a slight frown. “Why would I not be myself?”

“I guess I just… It’s difficult for me to remember what’s real in all of this,” you admit.

“All of this is real,” Mark says. “As much as you want this to be—as much as you make this—it’s real.”

“Right, but…” you trail off for a moment, trying to put your scattered thoughts into the right words. “Aside from these stories and this… this multiverse, what really matters? Because, if this is all just for fun, where’s the heart and soul of it all?”

“Here,” Mark says, gesturing at the open-air around him. “Right here—you and me. That’s where it’s always been.”

You frown and cross your arms. “I hope you know that you’re been unnecessarily vague right now.”

Mark chuckles good-naturedly, “All right, fair enough. How about I just show you.”

“How?”

Mark reaches out a hand, palm-up, and tells you to place your hand over his. Hesitantly, you oblige the strange request. It feels weird to not be wearing your Captain’s uniform anymore, but here in the void—at the true epicenter of this current universe—there is no need to play that role now. It’s just you and Mark, stuck waiting for the inevitable end of yet another adventure—another story.

“What’s the point of this—“ you begin to ask, just as flashes of memory whiz through your mind like a disjointed scrapbook.

A date with Mark; a museum heist; an old Manor and a group of friends getting ready for Poker Night; a spaceship stuck in a time-loop—the most recent of adventures, you suppose. Countless memories of past stories—past lives—flit across your mind’s eye. Things you can recall either vaguely or with astute accuracy. Friendship and betrayal and survival and a myriad of other themes. It’s all so much, all at once. Infinite stories in an infinite multiverse.

Endless possibilities.

And yet, only one true starting point.

Not the Manor, no. Though that particular story is important, it is not the beginning.

The beginning starts much more simply. It’s a memory buried deep beneath all the others; something so small, so seemingly insignificant that you’re not surprised you’ve overlooked it for so long.

It’s you—and Mark. A glass screen between the two of you. It’s the promise of an adventure before a story was ever written. It’s laughter and happiness and maybe some tears along the way, too.

“It’s always been like this,” Mark says, pulling you back into the present. “I haven’t changed—at least not fundamentally, anyways—and neither have you.”

“Haven’t I?” you ask, a little uncertain.

“Well, everyone changes,” Mark amends. “But what we have together, in these stories, hasn’t changed. We’re still us. We’re still a team.”

“But you—the you out there somewhere, outside of these stories—that you doesn’t even know me,” you say.

“Perhaps not,” Mark concedes. “But are we not one and the same?”

“This version of you is fictitious,” you say, giving Mark a saddened look.

“So is this version of you,” Mark replies pointedly. “But it represents the real thing, as do I. Which, at the end of all of this, is what I think matters most.”

You ponder Mark’s statement for a little while. What else can you do, at the end of the universe?

“Fictitious or otherwise, I’ll admit that I’d rather have you here with me,” you eventually say.

Mark smiles, “Likewise. These stories just wouldn’t be the same without you.”

[arizona-fenix]

I’m totally open for request of imagines, blurbs, one shots, and even fanfic ideas! I’ll write just about anything (even with OCs you wanna see). Please don’t be shy to request something!!! :-)

~AZ 🧡

[anotherdarkiboi]

Mirror, Mirror

It’s also on AO3.

Warnings: mild cursing, bruises, abandonment, men crying, punching mirrors, manipulation.

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He gazes into the mirror, adjusting the black Cloak sweatshirt on his figure. He ignores the voice screaming at him from the other side.

"Stop this!"

"Let me out!"

"Give it back!"

He sighs in annoyance, trying to block out the muffled pounding against the inner side of the glass. It was rare for him to be able to escape that voice, and it was even harder for the owner of the voice to be contained. He could almost always hear the yelling echo in the back of his head in a voice that sounded exactly like his. It was a pain, but he survived; it was a necessary evil he had to endure if he wanted to get anything done.

“Look, you know I can’t let you go. You’d ruin everything I've worked on and hurt whoever's closest. You should know by now how much I hate cleaning up after you."

The man in the mirror scowled. "Fuck you."  

"Wow, how elegant. I'm amazed at how many fans you've managed to attract the past few years, Mark.” Dark cards his fingers through his hair, flipping it back to the left. He smiles, a perfect replica of Mark’s aside from the scheming look in his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll treat them right.”

"Don't you dare touch them!" Mark slams his hands  against the inner side of the mirror with a resounding thunk. His knuckles were already bruised and battered from punching it, yet the surface was still pristine and smooth.

"Or what, hmm? Amy has no idea that I'm not you. Neither does Ethan, Tyler, and Sean. What makes you think they would be any different? You've already been here for days. Why can't you just accept it? When will you stop fighting me?"

Mark grits his teeth at his mirror image. "I will never stop fighting you and I will never willingly let you control me. I'm going to get out of here, and when I do, you're going to have hell to pay".

Dark scowls. This was getting tedious. Damn Mark and his endless amount of optimism. He punches the mirror without warning, making a fist-shaped hole with a spider web of cracks. Mark instinctively flinches and jerks back. Dark smiles, his eyes briefly flashing to black. Good.

"When will you learn to give up and accept the inevitable? Get it through that thick skull of yours that you are weak without me. We both know it's only a matter of time before I take over completely. So why do you even bother trying? At this point, I already own you."

Mark glances at the floor, avoiding eye contact. Locks of hair hang over his face and hide the tears welling up in his eyes. He's so tired of fighting. The question remains unanswered.

Dark turns away and stuffs his hands into pockets. He stops midway out the door, tilting his head to meet Mark's gaze.  

"One more thing: it'd be best if you made yourself comfortable. Because you're going to be in there a long time."

Dark leaves with the door slamming behind him. Mark sniffles and wipes the tears from his eyes.

"Enjoy your stay..."

[catshapecuck]

“I could start smelling you”

So do y'all know that part in the dark vs anti bloopers where they’re looking at each other and then start laughing and Jack jokingly says “I could start smelling you” well I’m awful and decided to right a short one shot based around it sorry anyways so this one shot is all basically in Jack’s pov unless stated otherwise there’s no septiplier it’s mostly just anti being a dick it didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted but anywho enjoy I guess (if you want a version without zalgo just comment and I’ll post it)

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“So it’s decided then. The Jackscepticeye will be spending the weekend at my house. Wow, I think I might just faint.” Mark says while fanning himself exaggeratedly.

I roll my eyes. “Shut up, Mark. Or should I say Markiplier?” I raise my eyebrow at him, teasing.

He chuckles. “Alright, alright. I gotta go give Chica a walk. I’ll see you friday?”

“Mhm. I’ll text you the flight times. Bye!” I smile.

Mark waves with a bye before ending the call.

I sat back with a sigh. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d gotten to sit down and have a good chat, nevermind see each other in person.

I hear a giggle beside my ear. “Lo̸o̢k̛s͟ ̵li͘k̡e͝ ̶y̛ou ͘a͝nd yo͏ur p҉r̨inc̨e͝ ͟wi͠ll͜ fina̡lly͡ ͠b̶e̸ r̴e̕u̢nìte͜d̶ ͘aft͜er͝ s̴o ̶lon͏g.̕ ̢A̷h̀,͜ yơun̢g ͡love,͞ ͏h͢ow̕ ̧p̀r͞ec̵io͟us̨.͜.͝.͏” I roll my eyes.

“Knock it off, Anti. For the last time, we’re just friends.” I didn’t even turn to look to the side, already knowing he’d be right there floating in the air, a smirk plastered on his face.

“T͢h҉a̕t’s ̧ẃh́at t͢h҉e̶y ̛all say, ̵Jack̶ie..̶.” I sigh again. God, it’s like talking to a brick wall.

“I don’t have time for this right now. I need to start preparing back up videos and getting my shit together; go and play games or somethin’.”

“H̀mp̧h͢,͞ ͡you̧'͜ré n̶o͟ f͝un̕..̛.”

I shiver as he enters back into my body, most likely going back into the mindscape to sleep.

Not only was it gonna be hard enough to film enough videos for 3 days whilst getting ready to go spend the weekend at Mark’s but Anti isn’t gonna make it any better. Mark knows about Anti and I know about Dark but the two haven’t met and neither have we. And Anti being Anti well… You just never know what he’ll do.

This is gonna be a long week…

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Mark’s POV

I wave and press end call.

“So I take it Sean will be spending the weekend with us.” I jump and turn my chair around to look at Dark who stands on my left in his usual stance, hands behind his back.

“Jesus, Dark. You can’t just sneak up on me like that.”

“My apologies; so is that a yes or no?”

“Yes, Sean is coming over for the weekend.”

“Ah, I assume Anti will be coming as well. I can finally see what I’m up against.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re not "up against” anything Dark. In fact, you need to be on your best behavior.“ He glowers and says nothing before dissolving back into the shadows. I sigh.

_

"Ąh̛, t͜he ͏s̕w͞e̴ȩt̵ ̴smell ̵o͠f̵ di̶ab̶etes͏ ̛and͢ ͠d͟emoc͝racy͢.͟.̸.̷ ̛J͟u͏s̢t ̧h́o҉w̕ ͟I͡ ̸ṕi̵çtured͏ ̴it."͟ Anti says as soon as we get out of the little tunnel connected to the airplane. He’d come out as soon as I’d gotten off the airplane. I guess he’d gotten bored of just annoying me in my head so instead decided to annoy me in person. No one could see him except me obviously and it was hard to berate him without looking insane. He kept glitching ahead of me as we made our way to get my luggage but had now settled down to float beside me.

"I ͝çan'̛t wa̶i̕t҉ ́t͞o ͝f͜in͝a͏lly̷ s̴ee͘ M͠arki͞m̢oo͠ in p̷ers͏on. I҉ ̸w̨ond͘er h̛ow ̀t҉áll͝ ͝he҉ is̶…̵"̨ Anti had been talking about Mark the entire flight and wouldn’t shut up to even let me take a nap.

We get to the luggage conveyer belt thing and wait for it to start coming out. Anti walks back and forth in the middle of it, hands behind his back.

"You sound like you’re more excited to see him then I am.” I say under my breath.

“W͞èll͢ ýou͠'͞re͢ ͢co͜n̢st͡a͢n͞t͟l͟y t̀a͏lk҉i͞ng to͡ ͟him ̷a͠n͡d̢ yoų ̧k̢eep̛ ̀re͝f̨u̧sin͟g t̛o s̵how҉ ̶me͟ ̶hiś ̨I͟P͘ ̕ad̨d̀rȩs̕ş ͝so tha͢t͢ ̴I ça̕n ͞go͜ ̴s̴e̛e͠ ̸h҉i͟m ́so͜ ͜th͢e̡ m̵yster҉y͝ is ̵kill̕in͟g mȩ.̧”

I wish.

“Well now you can finally see him. You do know you’ll also be seeing Dark too right?”

He shrugs. “́Ȩh͝,͢ I c̵óu̧ld reálly ̶do̢ ẃit̢ho͜ut ̸him̛ ̶b͟ut hey͞ wha͝t ̷c͝a͞n ̡you͞ ḑo?̕"̵

I grab my luggage from the conveyer belt and Anti appears beside me, well, behind me on my suitcase as I start walking.

"́So lover ̀b͝oy ͝i̧s͡ ̢picking ̢you ̧u̡p?"̷Anti says with a teasing tone. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, why?”

“̛O͝h̴ y̵'̡know, th̕e͝y ̀s͞ąy͜ 9 ̀o҉u̧t ̕of҉ ̕1͘0 p̨e͏opl͡e͡ ͠d̵ie͘ ̧f̨r͠om̷ ͝di̵str͘ác̸t̨ed͝ d͡ri̢v͞įng͏.͏.͞.̴”

“Anti…”

“͘A͜n̨d͠ I͘'d̶ ͟be͏ ̷p͞r̨e͝t̛ty dįst͜r̸ac̨te͠d ͘myşel͠f wit͘h͞ a̴ļl t̵hat ͟he͜a͞t ́g͢o̸iǹ'͏ on͜…͏”

“Anti, don’t you dare…”

“́He̸y, I'm̢ ̡j̴u͡st̢ ͟şa̵y̨in̡’ ͏tha̵t͏ ͞m̢áyb͞e yo͜u sh̢o͘uld ͘p̶ųl̸l̸ ov͘er b͞e̢f͘ore҉ you͜ ̨d̴e͡çide t̀o ̡pu̸ļl ̡oùt́ if̡ y͝a̵ ͘kn͝o̢ẃ ͠w͝hat I͞ m͡eaǹ..̛."͜

"Anti!” I shout, stopping in the middle of the airport, people sending me glances of what is probably what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-that-guy as Anti giggles and then bursts out laughing, retreating back into my mindscape.

“Hehe… Sorry?”

_

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Mark says bowing dramaticallyat the side of the door. I laugh and walk inside, my suitcase trailing behind me. He shuts the door then leads me to his guest room where I put all my stuff.

“I’ll get dinner started if you want to settle in or something.”

I smile. “I rather harass you while you cook instead.”

He laughs and we head to the kitchen where I sit at his breakfast bar while he goes from cabinet to cabinet pulling out various ingredients and pans.

“So what’re ya making?” I say.

“It’s a surprise.” Mark stops for a second to wink at me and I laugh.

“Speaking of surprises-”

“Mark, where is my book? I know you moved it, don’t even try to lie.” I turn my head to the side to see who I assume is Dark coming from the hallway into the living room.

The whole place is pretty open so the kitchen, living room, and dining room are all together in one area and then there’s a hallway that leads to my room.

“Oh, I hadn’t realized you were here yet. Hello, I am Dark. You must be Sean.” He says as I hop off my stool to cautiously walk towards him. He keeps his hands behind his back but gives a small bow.

“Yeah, that’s me…” Wow͞, y͟ou h̵a̡v͏e̢ s̴u͡c̷h a wa͡y w͡i͏t̀h̀ wor͢d͢s͝.͡

“Shut up…” I whisper. Dark looks at me quizzically. “Anti,” I say, pointing at my head.

Mark comes around to join us in the living room and stands next to Dark.

“Ah, will he be joining us this evening?” Dark says.

“Um, I don’t know… He’s kind of…” W̷h̸at d̨o͞ ya̛ ́ḿe̛a̸n you ̀d͞on̨'͞t̕ kno̸w?͜!́ S҉o͏ He̶ ̧c͞an͞ ̀c͡óm͜e͏ ͡ou͠t̕ ͝but ̢I̧ ͜can̕'t̸!͏ ̸

“God, you can come out just stop yelling…” I say, rubbing my temples. As soon as I say it, the tv turns on to static, the coffee maker sounds like it’s dying, and the lights start to blink. Mark looks a bit worried as this all starts while Dark just looks around not betraying what he thinks.

“Jesus, you’re dramatic…”

_

Mark’s POV

Glitchy giggling is heard all around as what looks like green smoke starts to come out of Sean’s chest like a stereotypical ghost. He shivers as soon as it stops and starts to form into what looks like a human.

The smoke becomes clearer and what’s left standing is an exact copy to Sean but with ripped black jeans, a black shirt, gauges, and huge cut across his throat, blood oozing out of it.

He opens his eyes and I almost jump as his eyes are fully black but soon clear to Sean’s regular blues.

“O͜h̀, h̕o̕w ex̴cit̕i͠ng!̛"He giggles and starts to step towards me. "Mar��ki̵m͡oo in͝ ͜th̴e̵ ̴fl̀e͟s͝h̵ an͘ḑ ̴his͜ ͝emo͡ ͠siḑek̡i̡çk̀…͡ ͡I͞'͝d t̷h҉ǫug͜ht you ͠w͝o͡u͢l͠d̴ be tal͢l͞eŗ.̸” His whole body glitches and then he’s behind me. He keeps going around me, glitching here and there… smelling me?

“Are you smelling me?” I ask but look towards Sean who is still rubbing his head.

“Yeah, he does that whenever he meets anyone. He’s like a damn dog…” He basically whispers the last part.

He finally stops glitching everywhere but is now in front of Dark. Oh god…

“Ah ͜an͝d͏ ̢Pa͟nic̕!At t́h͡e͘ D̷i̡sco h͜im͠sȩl̀f.̡..̵”

“I have a name.” Dark says, clearly irritated.

“̛Óh͜, I͘’m s͡orry͟ ͘Dar̛ki͘po̡o, ͠yǫu ̀k̸n̡ow̵ w͘ha͠t'͏s̶ r̶ea̢ļly̵ fu̵ņny̛?̴ U̧m ̕yeah͡,͘ ̷I̧ ̷do͟ń'̸t ̴ca͏r͠e.̨"̡

Dark seems to grow angrier and I can already tell…

This is gonna be a long weekend.

[pink-ink-goblin]

What If

(I am preprogrammed to latch onto any and all angst. No exceptions. So here’s a quick short to help ease my anxiety and excitement about all of this. Enjoy!)

Warnings: This runs on the theory that Colonel is Wilford. 

I know you hated him, but, goddammit, he reached out to you!

It had been quiet that day, raining if he recalled right. A weather staple that had always left his moods low and prone to swinging violently. He hated it. Rain always reminded him of the past. Of what had been, and who he used to be. Of what he could have done differently, and how he used to be so unfettered. 

... How he resented that man.  

It was the dead of night and he was still in his studio, sitting at his desk, a spotlight trained on him as his only source of light. He had been hashing out some ideas, a page full of scribbled words and half doodles taking up his focus, when a shadow crept into his doorway soundlessly. 

He didn’t even spare it a glance.

“We already talked, Trimmer,” He said tersely, his words as thin as his icy patience. “You can have your damn segment.” 

“Wilford...” 

The word, his name, had been spoken so softly and with such a beseeching gentleness that he couldn’t help but look up in confusion. The peripheral shadow focused in his vision, dull colors in the low light giving it shape, until he saw the last person he excepted to see on this warm, wet night.

“Ah, the king arrives,” Wilford found himself spitting bitterly, leaning forward on his desk with intent to both mock and listen. “What, no bells or knights to announce your grand presence this time?”

Mark leaned heavily on the door frame like a limp doll, sopping wet and looking beat, but there were no wounds on his person. At least, not physical ones, but Wilford was beyond semantics. He watched the man for a time, taking in his defeated stature with at least some pity around his jaded frame of mind, noting that Mark didn’t seem keen on countering his sour remarks; a strange turn considering the man almost always had some turn of phrase prepared on his tongue. It was in this that it dawned on Wilford what was really happening - here and now of all places - and with a long drawn and dramatic sigh, he stood. 

It seemed the time had finally arrived. 

“I see. Have we finally gotten to the point of no return?“ 

And Wilford found himself unable to savor it as much as he had been dreaming about. Damn him. 

Mark was quiet, his look pitiful and weary. If he had been crying, Wilford couldn’t tell around the rain and the dimness that everything seemed to take outside of the spotlight’s radius, but he doubted it would have managed to compel him anyway. Not much did anymore these days. 

“What did it take to pierce that thick skull then? I’m dying to know.” 

“Please...” 

There was that tone again. That soft plea that spoke volumes of internal suffering, that only served to anger Wilford more. That man knew nothing about true suffering. 

Gripping the doorway like it was a lifeline, Mark stared him dead in the eyes and managed to choke out, “I... I need help...”

There was a beat before the silence was broken by a harsh bark of laughter, the sound filled with both irony and disbelief.   

“No,” Wilford refused flatly, placing his hands on his desk to lean forward and leer. “You seemed perfectly content to dig yourself into this hole despite my warnings, so you go dig yourself out.”

Mark looked at him, his gaze full of betrayal and despair. And still Wilford could draw nothing from it. Damn him, damn him. “Plea-”

“No!” Wilford suddenly shouted, slamming his hands into his desk angrily. He was done with this. He wanted nothing to do with this anymore. He had been forced to sit by and watch as this man systematically destroyed himself and everything around him and he refused to be a part of it any longer. “No. I did what I could to warn you, but my input was rubbish in the face of your ‘obviously superior’ logic, you blind, rash cretin. Go ask your new friends for aid because us old ones’ve got nothing left for you. I’ve got nothing left for you.” 

Mark had the presence to look ashamed, guilt pulling his eyes to the floor permanently. Wilford knew the man had no way to counter him - had nothing in which to present that could even remotely change the ego’s mind - and it seemed Mark realized this as well as, after a long and heavy silence, the human bit his lip and turned away, pausing with his back to Wilford. The ego noted indifferently that his clothes were the same ones he had seen the man on weeks ago. 

“I’m sorry.” 

The quiet, wavering words carried well in the silence, and though they almost echoed around the room with their considerable weight, Wilford could not feel them in his heart. He would ask himself when he became so callous, but he knew the exact reason, and it was standing right in front of him, dying inside. And he knew that even with that actuality, nothing would change. 

It never had. 

“The last of my hope extends to praying that the door doesn’t hit you on the way out,” Wilford offered coolly, hooking the bottom of his chair with his foot to pull it close so he could sit once more. “Good luck.”

And after a breath’s time, Mark was gone. And Wilford wouldn’t see him again until that fateful night when karma would finally catch him. But until then, he would stew and wonder what would happen if maybe he had listened. If maybe Mark had changed. 

His life was already full of too many what ifs, so what was the harm in one more? 

[randomfandomimagine]

A Dream Come True (Mark x Reader)

Character: Markiplier (Mark Fischbach)

Fandom: Markiplier/Youtubers

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Youtuber!Reader

Title: A Dream Come True

  Requested by @darkknightiplier:

The reader starts a YouTube Channel and gets contacted by Markiplier himself. They decided to meet. The reader getting to hang out with Mark and later asks the reader on a date? Which includes romantic dinner, theatre, and on the park. (A date with Markiplier kinda thing). He feels like he got to know the reader so well that he would absolutely ask for the reader to be his?

I had never been more nervous and excited in my life.

I stood at the queue, waiting for the meet and greet to get an autograph from the man himself. Mark Fischbach.

For the longest time, I had been following his work and watching his videos and I finally had the chance to see him in person since he finally came to my city. I didn’t think twice to go to the convention just for him.

Another person met Mark and left, leaving one place less in the queue, getting me a bit closer to him.

While I waited, I thought what I would say to him. There was so much to say.

I wanted to tell him that he had done so much for me. That his videos and his silliness and his caring nature had made me smile when all I wanted was to cry, he had restored my hope for humanity when it was completely lost. Mark had reminded me that I was important and loved and that there was so much good left in the world. His kindness had reminded me that there’s so much we can do, even as individuals, that we can make a difference.

Markiplier always made me want to be a better person, because he was always so gentle and loving and so genuine that he made me want to be too.

I admired him so much, I looked up to him and I was so fond of him, like he was my friend. Mark was just amazing, and I felt such a wave of affection towards him.

Yes, I had a crush on Markiplier too, but how couldn’t I? He was such a sweetheart, so goofy and funny, so caring and so handsome and charming.

Another person left the queue after meeting Mark.

I sighed, shaking my head when thinking about those words that I could never tell him. Even if I had the courage to admit all those feelings to him, which I didn’t, it was best not to.

It was too much that I wanted to tell him, and too little time. Besides, I didn’t know what his reaction would be, exactly. And I didn’t want to embarrass myself, bother him, annoy him or worse, make him emotional.

If for some reason my words moved him to tears I wouldn’t forgive myself. I knew how much he cared about us, and hearing my confession could actually make him cry, I had seen it before.

So I resolved to just tell him I loved his videos and that I made a YouTube channel because of him, because Mark had inspired me to do it. That would be a bit typical and something he was definitely used to, but it was probably for the best.

Just three people in front of me now. My heart sped up with the thought that I would meet my hero.

Besides, telling him all those things felt kinda sappy. Even though I actually felt and though all of that, how could I say it to his face? I would never be able to utter such things to him, it was far too embarrassing.

Two people left before me.

I resolved to  just tell him about my Youtube Channel, compliment him and say how much he meant to me. Honest, quick, simple and just the right amount of moving and flattering.

One person in front of me. I peeked over the side to see Mark, smiling to myself and feeling like a fool for being so immensely happy for meeting someone.

“Next!” Mark jokingly said, motioning for me to get closer as soon as the other person left.

“H-hi”

“Hello there!”

“Hi, Mark” I repeated, focusing on not embarrassing myself in front of him. “I’m Y/N”

“Nice to meet you, thanks for coming!”

I just gave him the picture of Wilford Warfstache I wanted him to sign and hoped I wasn’t blushing even though my cheeks were burning like crazy. I could feel his brown eyes piercing me.

“Could you sign this?” I timidly asked him, avoiding his glance.

“Are you actually gonna make me sign the picture of this loser?” He told me, playing around like he usually was.

“You mean Warfstache or Markiplier?” I said before I could stop myself, I didn’t think.

I didn’t even mean it in a bad way or anything, it was just a joke. Just like Mark himself was always goofing around and saying things like that, but I blurted that out because I was so nervous.

I stared at him, dreading the thought that I had immediately messed up and now he hated me. But in the end he just gave me a brief genuine grin before he jokingly huffed.

“Touché” He said, proceeding to sign the photo for me.

“Thanks” I took a deep breath, getting ready to tell him that which I needed him to know. “And for everything you’ve done for us, Mark. I actually have a YouTube Channel that I love and wanted to do for a long time, and it’s all because you inspired me to do it so thank you very much for being you”

I wondered if he had understood what I said because I was running over my own words and basically rambling, but he smiled sweetly. I could have sworn I saw a twinkle in his eyes as he looked into mine.

“Don’t be silly, I should be the one thanking you guys!”

I smiled at him and stood there awkwardly, not wanting this moment to end. Not really wanting to leave him, his mere presence felt so nice and comforting.

“Will there be anything else, Y/N?” He asked upon noticing I wasn’t moving from the spot.

I screamed internally as I thought he remembered my name. Markiplier had actually said my name out lout, and it sounded so good in his deep and attractive voice.

“Actually…” I took the opportunity to ask since I was there in front of him. “Could I get a hug?”

“Of course you can!” He exclaimed, making his voice go high, before he stood up.

He reached over the table that separated us to put his arms around me in what was probably the best hug in the history of hugs. He was so wide and sturdy and strong that his embrace felt safe and comforting and just perfect.

When we broke away, he sent a charming smile my direction and I thanked him one last time.

“Buh-bye!” He waved at me as I left, leaving room for the next person in the queue to live their dream of meeting Markiplier.

I just walked away and sighed dreamily, happy and light like I was in a cloud.

I had just met Markiplier, and he was as charming, handsome and kind in person as I thought. Maybe even more.

It was a dream come true.

*

Two days after what probably was the best day of my life, I felt empty.

I still had the memory of meeting Mark, but now that I had achieved my goal everything felt a little dull. Besides, I wished I asked to take a picture with him but I was so nervous that I didn’t even think about it.

I was sprawled out in my bed, wondering what to do with my life that day. I didn’t feel like doing anything at all.

Not playing, not reading, not writing, nor watching anything. Nothing at all.

I blamed Markiplier and his charming personality for making me want to meet him again so bad that the inability to do so left me apathetic.

At least I had already recorded and posted my daily video for the channel, because not even videogames seemed to distract me enough from my misery.  

Suddenly my phone buzzed in my bedside table, so I blandly reached out to pick it up and check out my notifications. It was from Twitter, oddly, so I curiously unlocked my phone and opened the app.

It said that I had a DM? It was probably spam, so I idly opened it to get rid of the notification and started to read it out of boredom. Maybe it would make me laugh, being one of those lame copy paste thingies.

‘Hi! I hope you’re the Y/N I’m looking for, the one that called me a loser? Don’t worry, I’m not mad, you spoke nothing but the truth’ I started reading, wondering what that was all about. ‘I’ve checked out the YouTube Channel you told me about and it’s pretty great! Quality content. Love the humor and the gameplay. From what I’ve seen in your channel, you look like a really cool and interesting person (asides from the first impression I got from you… when you called me a loser in my face… again, non taken…). So I was wondering if you’d like to meet again some time? Maybe we could collab later on, it would be great! Let me know what you think and if you’d be available. Love, Mark’

Wait, Mark? The Mark?!

I jolted up into a sitting position out of shock and surprise. I looked to see who it was from and I almost fainted at the sight of Markiplier’s icon and the little verified thing next to it.

Mark freaking Fischbach wanted to meet? With me?!

I immediately went to reply to him and say of fucking course, yes, absolutely. Until I realized that my hands were shaking, so I took a few seconds to breathe since I had forgotten how to.

And then I proceeded to reply to him. Wait, hold up.

I didn’t want to seem too eager not to freak him out, but not too disinterested either. Maybe I should wait a little to reply, not answer right away.

While I killed some time, I thought of a good way to reply. And when I finally found the perfect words within my mind, I typed in my answer and hit send.

*

We scheduled a meeting. Mark and I even chatted over DM, which was wonderful.

But there I was, alone, waiting for him. I started to panic thinking that I got the date, time or place wrong. But I had checked a thousand times, and I didn’t.

He wasn’t there yet, why wasn’t he there yet?!

Why was I waiting at the restaurant alone? My mind was racing with questions and insecurities.

Was he thinking twice? He didn’t really want to meet again, did he? But why would he-?

Suddenly, someone rushed through the door. He definitely liked making an entrance.

So much for the perfect romantic date that I had in mind. Well, things never go as planned, and definitely not with this lovable goofball.

But as I realized that it was actually Mark freaking Fischbach and that he was coming to our ‘date’ or whatever it could be addressed as, my heart skipped a beat and my stomach started somersaults inside my tummy.

He was late, but he had arrived. I stared at him, trying to tell myself that he was really standing there in front of me.

He looked very handsome. Or should I say, especially handsome.

His dark hair was messy, carelessly combed back so the bangs wouldn’t fall over his eyes. He wore a blue plaid shirt, not too formal and not too casual, that hinted a little of his muscled chest and had the sleeves rolled up to show his strong forearms.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” I mumbled as I stirred in the seat, awaiting our encounter. “Here’s here…”

I had never been so nervous in my life before, even when I thought meeting him at the convention was huge. But that was nothing compared to this.

His eyes frantically darted around the whole establishment until they fell on me. Then he waved at me energetically and quickly walked over to my table.

“Sorry I’m late!” He hurriedly sat down in the chair that was in front of me and heaved a sigh.

Mark clumsily combed his hair –I giggled to myself when I thought of ‘fluff the hair for power!’ but tried to regain the composure –and looked up at me, showing me a bright smile to go along with his debonair demeanor.

However, I could tell by his expression that he was scared he had screwed up. That because of being late I now hated him, which of course wasn’t the case.

It was okay that he was late, I understood. So I wanted to show him that I wasn’t mad by being a bit random.

“Bonjour!” I told him with a crappy French accent that was meant to go along the relatively fancy restaurant we were in.

For a second, Mark observed me surprised. He then laughed at my silliness and let out a soft sigh as he got comfortable in his seat.

“Bonjour” He replied with a calm voice, nodding as a silent way of thanking me for being so understanding and easygoing.

He looked at me for a moment, but soon hung his head low. His bangs fell over his baby browns as he looked at the table, absently picking up the menu.

“Should we order?” Mark mumbled, surprisingly shy. “You look lovely, by the way”

As he spoke to me -my… date? - briefly looked up into my eyes as he complimented me, making me blush and smile.

“Thank you” I felt happy with how I looked, even though I hadn’t dressed up too much just like him. “You look great yourself, very handsome”

Oh, that beautiful heartwarming smile he flashed me next made my day.

I was somewhat amused seeing how he was being mildly shy and he was definitely holding himself back to make a good impression on me. I surely missed his over the top, loud and goofy person that he displayed in his videos.

But it was endearing and adorable. And it reminded me of how down-to-earth and humble he really was.

*

After eating in the restaurant, we walked outside, chatting and smiling at each other.

Mark seemed to be getting more comfortable, and instead of being all polite and correct he started to be more himself. Making silly jokes and being all random and goofy and loud like he was. Which was absolutely fine by me.

It hadn’t been as terrible as I thought, because I managed to keep my cool. Actually, after a while I forgot I was talking to one oy mf idols, to someone I looked up to, and felt comfortable. Mark was just a regular guy, someone cool who was great to have around and who you could talk with no problem.

He made me feel welcome and his presence was calm and reassuring to the point that we started behaving like we were friends, like we had known each other for a while now. Just chatting about trivial stuff, finding out more about the other, and having fun in general.

“Whoa, it got dark outside while we were in the restaurant!” I pointed out, looking up to the sky as the last traces of the sunset faded away. “Time went by so fast!”

Mark chuckled in a cute way that made me look at him.

“What can I say? I bless everybody with my mere presence” He showed me a fake smug smirk that was oddly charming. “I’m the best”

“Of course you are, Markimoo” I jokingly told him, patting his chest playfully.

To my surprise, I earned a very beautiful smile from him. A genuine and relaxed grin that made me think he was actually enjoying my company as much as I was enjoying his.

“Would you like to take a walk around the park?” He was being so playful and chivalrous that it made me smile as he motioned for the area with a movement of his arm. “It’s very romantic”

“Of course” I followed after him as he leaded the way.

It truly was romantic, because there was a fountain nearby and the soothing sound of the water filled the silence of the night. The sight of the sunset in the horizon felt warm and was very beautiful, the sky starting to be colored with the light from the stars.

“Thanks for being here with me today, Y/N” Mark said, making me quickly look up at him.

“Are you kidding me?” I laughed, nudging my elbow against his ribs. “I’ve always wanted to hang out with you, Mark! You seemed like such a cool person in your videos!”

“Seemed?” He showed me a broad grin as he looked down at me, a small twinkle in his eyes. “Until you realized I’m actually a douchebag?”

“No!!” I exclaimed, even if he was laughing at his own joke.

We both laughed heartedly for a moment, giggling like children.

“You know” Mark sighed as he began to stop laughing. “The best thing about being one of the most important figures on the Internet…”

It was obvious by the tone on his voice that he was being silly again, just to go along with the joke. Probably to make me laugh more.

I shivered when I felt how cold the night breeze truly was. I didn’t think of bringing a jacket because it was usually pretty warm outside, it being summer.

So I just shrunk over myself and rubbed my arms trying to get warm. I soon felt Mark’s eyes on me as he shoved his shoulder against mine.

“Are you cold?” He kindly asked me, his warm brown eyes observing me.

“A little...” I admitted, a bit embarrassed.

“Well, I can’t exactly give you my shirt because walking around with a bare chest around the streets would be exhibitionism” Mark raised an eyebrow much to my amusement. “But I can put my arm around you if that’s okay?”

“S-sure” I hoped I wasn’t blushing, because it definitely flustered me.

Very gently, Mark placed one strong arm over my shoulders. However, he was a bit awkward as he changed it from there to my waist back to my shoulders, trying to figure out the best way to keep me warm.

“Anyway, as I was saying…” He put that phony arrogant and important voice again as he subconsciously squeezed me against his side. “About being the biggest Youtuber-“

“Uh… Mark?” I felt the need to interrupt him.

“Yes, Y/N?” He kindly looked at me.

“I can’t breathe” Mark was squeezing me so hard against him that he was actually squashing me.

“Oh, sorry! I’m sorry!” He softened his grip, but didn’t let go of me. “I just wanted to keep you warm!”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“So what did you have planned? What are we doing now?”

“Well, I thought we could go for ice cream… but I don’t want you to die from hypothermia!”

“I’m always up for ice cream but… uuuh” I visibly shivered, feeling a wave of pure cold through me when the breeze kicked up.

Mark let out a heartfelt chuckle, amused by my reaction.

“Uuuuh” He mimicked me, making an exaggerated shiver and a very silly face.

It made me laugh so hard that my guffaw of laughter echoed around the park. Luckily, it was pretty empty since it was getting late.

“Do you want to go home?” He was being a sweetheart, so attentive towards me. “We can always meet some other time… if you want”

“Of course I would want to!”

“Then I’ll walk you home”

I really wanted to stay for a little longer. Even if we had spent a lot of time at the restaurant and there I had the time to get to know him better and rejoice on the pleasure that was his company, but I wanted more. One never got enough of the Markimoo.

I hoped he thought the same, because even though I had eased into it myself and stopped holding back like it had happened to him, I was probably a bit on the shy side.

“Sorry if…” I mumbled, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “You know, it was a bit awkward on my side… I was very nervous”

“Nervous?” Mark laughed a little, soft and sweet. “No, you were great! I had a blast, Y/N!”

He suddenly hugged me tight, giving me a gentle squeeze and rubbing my back fondly. It was so unexpected that I felt immediately warm, I had stopped being cold instantly. And more when he broke away and pecked my cheek ever so lightly.

Mark paused, tenderly smiling at me to reassure me even further.

“Glad to hear that” I told him with a sweet grin of my own.

He nodded with energy before repositioning himself with his arm over me, even if I wasn’t cold anymore.

And with the ghost of his lips in my cheek, he walked me back home, making me feel like the luckiest person in the world.

*

I had completely forgotten about Mark. He was great, he was amazing. But he was almost like a fantasy.

And the universe had granted me my wish to meet him again, to actually spend some time with him so I could meet the real Mark. Not the exaggerated persona that he put on YouTube to be entertaining, but his actual self.

The loving, sensitive, goofy and absolutely lovely Mark that all his fans knew he was. That I confirmed he was when we had our alleged date.

I still didn’t know if what we had was a date or if we were just hanging out together. Whatever labels that meeting had, it was unforgettable.

But he was gone now. He was going home after spending a brief period of time in my city because of the convention he attended. We didn’t even get the time to record that video together.

I had to forget about him, even though he was one of the most amazing people I had ever met. It had been a dream come true, but a dream I had to wake up from eventually.

Hence, I carried on living my life like he was never there. I would always have the memories of the time we spent together, which had become solace enough for me.

I was walking my dog, trying to focus on moving around the streets instead of letting my thoughts derive to a certain someone. I tried to occupy my mind with other trivial thoughts while I absently followed my pet wherever it wanted to go.

I thought about what others videos I could post to my YouTube channel, since it was always one of the things I kept myself busy with. What games should I or could I play next. But knowing I had an actual list with tons of games back home made the task seem a bit useless.

I tried thinking about what could there possibly be for dinner back home. If I wanted to have something in particular. Any food was always good for me, so that didn’t help me either.

“Y/N!” Ugh, I could hear his voice calling my name in my head, it wasn’t working!

“I know he’s special, but come on…” I whined to myself, urging my dog to keep on walking like I could run away from my own imagination. “I just spent one day with him!”

“Y/N!!” The high-pitched, desperate and comical shout made me turn around.

It was actually Mark, not just my imagination. He was somehow there? How?!

If it was a casual encounter, it was some serious coincidence. But I never really believed in those, even if believing in destiny sounded a bit foolish and dreamy.

“I can’t believe we’re meeting again!” He approached me excited like a child.

I waved at him in utter awe, not really believing my eyes. I tried to say something, anything, no matter if it wasn’t witty or original.

“You have a puppy!” The giant manchild threw himself onto the ground to hug my dog, which got me out of my daze and made me giggle. “You didn’t tell me you had a doggo!”

“Yeah!” I chuckled, crouching down to level with them.

“Oh my God, so cute!” Mark’s voice went high-pitched. It was very funny to see him fangirl over puppies in person, and just as adorable. “Hello!”

My dog, of course, was always on board for some cuddles and for playing. Even though he had never seen Mark before, but he obviously liked him despite it all.

Mark petted the puppy, played with him, baby talked him and generally goofed around. Until his eyes locked with mine and he smiled.

“You know what’s funny?” His warm eyes didn’t leave me even if he was still absently petting the dog. “I didn’t even see you at first, just the cute doggy that caught my attention”

I laughed a little, glad that our shared loved for animals conjured another meeting for me and Mark. What would probably be the last one.

“That is funny” I placed my hair behind my ear so it wouldn’t fall on my face, a bit flustered by the fond look Mark was giving me.

“I’m really glad to see you one last time, though” He mumbled, standing up.

I looked up at him and rolled my eyes with a grin when I realized he was offering me a hand to help me up. Which was an extremely unnecessary but endearing gesture.

I took his hand, making a small joking reverence, and he replied with another one. I would seriously miss all that horseplay. It really felt like we and Mark had been friends for a long time, we had that unique familiarity of friends even though we had just met.

It was definitely something.

“You’re going home” I sadly said, stated. But even if it wasn’t a question, Mark nodded.

He seemed just as sad as I was to say goodbye. Which came out as a surprise, because he hadn’t been building up the fondness like I had.

Me? I spent years watching his videos and having this desire to hang out with him, to meet him in real life and get to know him. But he discovered I even existed just a few days ago, yet he was already extremely attached to me.

“I’m going to miss you” Mark mumbled, a bit timidly. “A lot”

“Me too, Mark” I sighed, feeling stupid when the urge to cry invaded my body and my thoughts. “It’s been amazing hanging out with you”

“I’m so glad to have met you” He gingerly held my hand, passing over his warmth and affection to me.

I ventured to look into his eyes, to feel that familiarity that engulfed me whenever I did. That sense of belonging somewhere, of being welcomed.

Soon enough, a sad smile formed in my lips as my eyes filled with tears.

“Hey, we can still talk!” He must have been feeling really sad too, but Mark had to be his usual caring self and wanted to comfort me. “You better message me, Y/N, or I’ll come back!”

“Then maybe it’s best if I don’t message you at all, huh” I teased him a little, keeping up with our tradition.

Mark just chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. His embrace was reassuring, affectionate and so cozy. Like home.

“Take care, you hear?” His deep voice whispered just before we broke away.

“You too, Markimoo” I lovingly squeezed his shoulder and tried to convey all my thoughts and feelings with a glance.

Mark seemed to understand, because he nodded and smirked playfully.

“Talk to you soon” Before he definitely walked away, he tenderly kissed me in the cheek.

We waved at each other as he distanced himself more and more from me.

I just stood there holding my dog’s leash, just left with a bittersweet sensation as I watched him walk away.

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Imagine # 631

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - @lum1natrix

Year posted - 2020

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NIKOPLIER|One Shot Fanart

Finally watched Mark play "One Shot", and I must admit, the story is far better than Undertale! I tried my best to make Mark look like Niko, but I liked how it turned out in the end. 

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Don’t Cry | Drabble

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Author’s Note: Y’all, I couldn’t handle myself. I wrote Markiplier. I love him, okay? This is a drabble, but something full will probably be out in a few days. - Haley xx 

I groaned as I heard Chica scratch her front paws against the closed bedroom door. She was in locked with me and was demanding to get out. I threw back the covers, stood, and stretched. I saw that the alarm clock read 1:55 am and sighed to myself.

I opened up the door and Chica trotted down the hall and down the stairs. On the other side of the hallway, I heard someone whining and rustling. I crept up to the room it was coming from and rested my ear against the door. With the light shining from underneath and the noises continued, I opened the door and saw Mark standing at his desk.

Videos were slacking the past week because of a small impromptu vacation we took to Cincinnati to see his family. Mark was good at keeping his videos regular but this was a no work vacation, which he desperately needed, so now here he was, working his ass off in the middle of the night. “Baby,” I yawned, “come to bed. Work can wait.”

When Mark looked over at me, I could see his eyes were red and puffy. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

I rushed over to him and wrapped my arms around his middle. “Mark, what’s wrong?” I whispered.

Mark wrapped his arms around me tightly, burying his face into my hair. “I love you, so much, Y/N,” he muttered.

“I love you too, Mark, but why are you crying?” I asked him. Mark looked up and I raised my hands up to wipe away his tears.

“There’s a new fan video,” he sniffed. “For my seventeen million subscriber congratulations. Ugh, I’m such a blubbering bitch, but I can’t help it.”

I gave him a small smile. “Mark, they make you those videos because they love you. You’ve done so much for them and – “

“- and you’ve done so much for me,” Mark interrupted.

“I have not,” I said, wiping a new tear that ran down his nose.

Mark grabbed my hands and kissed each knuckle. “Yes, you have, Y/N. You believed in me when I first started youtube when even my own family didn’t. You’ve been on me with during this whole journey, the dumb skits, being in some lets plays, to now holding me while I cry. You mean so much to me.”

I started to tear up. “I can’t give you a fan video to show how much I love you. So, I guess that means I’m a fake fan.” Mark laughed that loud markiplier laugh and pressed kissed around my face. “Come to bed, now, please. It’s not warm anymore since Chica went downstairs.”

“Oh, so now I’m her replacement?” he asked, quirking a brow.

“Baby,” I leaned up and pressed a warm kiss to his lips, “of course you are. You’ve always been..”

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Mark in OneShot Part 6- The Heartbreaking Plea of Help 

I don’t know. This is when Niko arrived in the Tower and Mark couldn’t contact Niko. This part tugged my heart so bad and made me feel so sad when I was watching. The way that Mark was desperately calling out to Niko-who couldn’t hear him- caught my attention (and my brain nagged me to make a comic of it). So yeah, here ya go @markiplier , I hope you like my little presentation.

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Jackaboy's Sister - Markiplier x Reader

Request: Could you do a Mark x Reader where the reader is Jacksepticeye’s sister and you and Mark meet at a convention and start to flirt or kiss or something and Jack finds out and goes all over protective but ends in fluff.

A/N: I changed up the request a little, but kept the same general idea. I hope I did it justice!

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1762

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Being the sister of the famous Jacksepticeye wasn’t always the most fun or easy thing. It seemed like you barely had any privacy anymore. You were exposed. Whenever Sean wasn’t filming, he was documenting the rest of his life through pictures or short videos, and more often than not you were in them.

You tried to stay out of the limelight as much as possible, especially in the beginning. You’d put your Instagram profile on private, and you denied any requests from his fans adding you on Snapchat. But this just led to his fans complaining that you were anti-social and didn’t care about Sean’s fans. Which was rubbish. You were so happy  about what his fans had done for him. Hell, if it weren’t for them Sean probably never would have met his girlfriend, Signe.

But still, you wanted more. You didn’t want to be just known as the sister of Jacksepticeye. A few times, new friends or even potential relationships of yours had turned out to be fans of his, just trying to get close to Sean. And this was one of the reasons that you were currently single. You weren’t complaining! You’re a strong woman, and you don’t need anyone in your life romantically to make you feel better about yourself.

Sean, of course, no matter how many times you told him it was okay, felt personally responsible for your status as a single woman. And so he had offered multiple times to get you anything or do anything to make you feel better. You’d rebuffed his attempts so many times, until eventually you gave in, and asked for him to take you along to PAX. It had been a while since you left the country, and you’d always wanted to visit the States, so this was the perfect opportunity.

So after a six and a half hour flight, with Sean paying for your ticket, you ended up in Boston. Despite being there for mostly sightseeing, you were also there to support your brother. And after stopping off at the hotel to drop off your bags, you, Sean, and Signe turned up at the venue for the people behind the event to let Sean know how things were going to go down.

After a mini tech rehearsal, you and Signe went backstage to talk to Sean and his friends. And amongst them, was Mark. You’d met him a few times before, and spoken to him many more times. It started off as sending silly memes to each other, but then it evolved into proper conversations. You found out you had a lot in common, and it turned into text messages occurring almost every day. Occasionally the odd Skype call. And it was good to actually see him face to face again.

“How are you doing Y/N?” Mark asked when you and Signe joined the group. You nodded, an indication that you were fine. Sean didn’t know how you and Mark had gotten quite close over the past few months, and you’d decided to keep it that way. Despite Mark being one of Sean’s best friends, Sean was still really protective over you. So you didn’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

The group continued to have a conversation, and you stood there, laughing along with every joke that was being made. And every so often, you and Mark would catch each other’s eyes. You weren’t entirely sure what you had, or where this was going, but you did like it. Whatever it was.

—

The panel was over. Both Sean’s, and Mark’s. You’d found both of them amusing, and now you were hanging backstage. Signe and Sean had gone out to get food along with the others, and that left just you and Mark. Except you had no clue where he was. You’d been looking around for a while now, trying to find him.

After a while, you gave up, sitting down in a chair and taking a sip of water from a bottle one of the backstage people had given you. You took your phone out, ready to send a text to Mark to find out where he was, but then something caught your eye. It looked like someone was crawling around on the floor. After a few more minutes, you realised it was Mark. You stifled a laugh, what on earth was he doing?

You watched him for a while, highly amused. It looked as if he were reliving a Call of Duty mission or something. And it seemed as if he were talking to himself. You got up from your seat and walked over to where Mark had stopped behind a crate. You could still hear him. You walked around the side of the crate, and Mark instantly turned his head to look at you.

“Just making sure you’re okay over here.” You said with a grin. Mark reciprocated your smile, and you looked down, realising what he was doing. He was doing a livestream. It made sense. You didn’t think Mark was going crazy. At least not yet. Thank goodness he was actually talking to real life people.

“I’m fine, Y/N.” Mark said, tilting his phone up so now you were in the cameras view. You gave a quick wave to the millions of fans that were probably watching him act like a fool. “Can’t you see how fine I am?” He spoke again, lightly chuckling. You shook your head, the grin never fading from your face.

“You know, I can tell. You look very fine.” You said. You almost immediately regretted what you said. What you said was supposed to be a compliment, but it had been a long while since you’d tried to flirt with anyone. And saying that in front of all Mark’s fans probably wasn’t the best idea. You felt very awkward. But Mark didn’t seem fazed by what you’d said. At least, not in a bad way.

“Well you look very fine too, Y/N.” He replied. You were so very grateful that you hadn’t blushed. Why did you feel so weird? Did you actually like Mark? You’d suspected you may have feelings for him a few times. But due to the fact that Mark and Sean were friends, you’d pushed it down. And it had worked pretty well, up until now.

“Okay, well, I’ll be over there if you, uh, need anything.” You muttered, smiling a little before you walked back over to the chair you’d been sitting in. You sat down, putting your head in your hands. “What the hell was that, Y/N?” You asked yourself quietly. Oh look, now it was you who was talking to themselves. You sat like that for a while, until you heard someone call your name. You looked up to see Mark.

“Oh, hey!” You said, standing up. “You, um, finished your livestream then.” That’s it Y/N, state the obvious. That’s sure to ease the awkwardness that you created. Mark chuckled.

“Yeah, I did.” He replied. “And, I just wanted to ask you something.” Was it just you, or did he seem nervous? “Y/N, do you like me?” It took all of your energy to not run away from your embarrassment. You knew you shouldn’t have said anything. You sighed and nodded, closing your eyes and preparing yourself for the inevitable rejection.

Except it never came.

“Thank God.” Mark said, making you open your eyes again. You were confused. “Because after all these months, I thought maybe you did, but also I’m a terrible judge of character and I’m the most oblivious person in the world usually. And I’ve liked you for a long time because you’re so beautiful and smart and funny, but I just didn’t know what to do, y'know? I was scared you’d laugh at me and I-”

You cut him off by kissing him.

After he got over his initial surprise, he started to kiss you back. As your lips moved together, you couldn’t help but smile. You were a lot less confused than you had been a few hours ago. At least now you knew where you stood. It was pretty clear what your relationship with him was now.

“What the fuck?” A new voice exclaimed. You knew exactly who it was. You and Mark pulled away from each other. You didn’t open your eyes. Perhaps if you kept them closed, and wished hard enough, Sean would just go away. Just… keep your eyes squeezed shut, and maybe…

“Mark what the heck are you doing with my sister?”

No such luck.

You opened your eyes to see Sean standing a few feet away from you, Signe standing behind him, as if she were there to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid.

“Sean, I-”

“Mark that’s my baby sister!” Sean cut you off “My sister! You can’t just… kiss her! You can’t do that!”

“But Jack, I like her.” Mark said, trying to reason with his friend. “A lot. And I have for a while now.”

“So why keep it a secret, huh?” Sean asked. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was angry or shocked or what. His face wasn’t really conveying anything to you.

“Because we didn’t know how you would react, Sean!” You said. “You’re always going on about how you feel bad that I don’t date anyone, and I was worried if you found out I liked your best friend you would freak! But can’t you just be happy for us?”

Sean paused for a moment, looking away. You saw Signe whisper something in his ear, and he sighed before turning back to you and Mark. He took a few steps forward so he was directly in front of Mark.

“You can be with her. That’s fine. If you make her happy, then it’s all good.” Sean said, sounding eerily calm. “But if you ever hurt my sister. Ever. I will kill you. Understood?

Both your eyes and Mark’s were wide. You’d never seen this side of Sean before. But it was kind of sweet how much he cared. Mark nodded.

"Alright great!” Sean said, a grin suddenly appearing on his face. He started to walk away. “I’ll talk to ya later buddy!” He called over his shoulder. Signe walked up to you quickly.

“I’m glad you finally admitted it. You weren’t exactly subtle. Sean’s just oblivious.” She said with a chuckle. “I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.” She winked before following after Sean.

A few moments of silence.

“So…” Mark said, clearing his throat. You looked at him. “Sean’s kinda overprotective, huh?”

You laughed.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Video Blogging RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: darkiplier/wilford, darkstache, Mark Fischbach/Mark Fischbach Characters: darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache | William J. Barnum | The Colonel, Mark Fischbach Summary:

Dark has been planning to propose for a while, he's bought the ring and everything. One day, he somehow loses the ring only for Wilford to unexpectedly find it. Wilford decides to propose instead. Here’s the first oneshot! I’m kind of proud of it to be honest, since I haven’t written in a while, but it actually turned out good!