#markiplier drabbles

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 You're the significant other (and editor) of Markiplier, and he notices that you've been overworking yourself

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 none, just Mark being a cutie patootie <3 no gendered pronouns used, reader is referred to as "you"

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Markiplier x gn! reader

Eudaemonia: the state of being lucky

You were currently working on editting a video for your boyfriend, Markiplier. You had gotten the bulk of it done, but there was just a little more to do. You knew it was getting late, but what's the harm in wanted to finish your project?

Your boyfriend apparently, that was the harm. He gently knocked on the door before letting himself in, and when he saw that you were still working? Oh boy, he was not pleased.

"It's late, love", he said, cocking an eyebrow as he folded his arms across his muscular chest.

You sheepishly looked up from your laptop, before playing a small smile on your lips. "I know baby, I'm almost done, I promise" You said softly, rubbing your eyes and blinking.

However, he did not take that for an answer, simply walking over to you, closing your laptop, taking your headphones off, and picking you up like it was no big deal. "Well, you're done now. Take a break, will ya, doll?" He chuckled, carrying you to your shared bedroom.

And honestly, you were tired, so you didn't protest, just letting him place you on the soft mattress, pulling the blanket over you.

Eyes half closed, you felt his weight on the opposite side of the bed, and his arms were quickly around you. "You overwork yourself sometimes, just let yourself breathe once in a while. The work is gonna be there, but you know you don't perform your best when you're tired, or stressed. Just get some rest love, I promise you'll have time to edit that video, just not right now" He murmured in your ear, placing gently kisses on your cheek and jawline.

And you knew he was right, the video would be there tomorrow, and right now, it was important that your mind and body were well rested.

A/N: sorry it's short!! I have a bunch of ideas to write but I figured that I'd just get this one out first 😭😭

As always, likes, comments, follows, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 🫶 As school starts back up, remember to take breaks and remember that your mental health is more important! Take care of yourself, physically and emotionally. Your body does a lot for you, so treat it nicely 💋

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[otterlyinluv]

Dark is just a little black cat.

A void with eyes if you will.

Sometimes, you see a vaguely upset shadow on your wall, and because you know the drill by now, you simply reach your arms out.

A few seconds pass.

The shadows stir.

Then, Dark is in your arms, his face in your shoulder. The only thing visible from him is the tuft of black hair and his red-blue aura. Its faint buzz is the only sound in the room as you let him rest.

With the way he's pressed against you, you can literally feel his chest rise and fall ever so slightly slower. Calmer. Maybe even relaxed.

If Dark really was a cat, he would curl up in your lap and start purring.

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I saw a post about black cats and thought of the grumpiest one of them all

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

Between the lines | Heist Mark and Y/N | 328 words | AO3

Mark stepped into the apartment, locking the door behind him with a click. He'd had to head out to run a quick errand, leaving his partner in crime to finish up making the plans for the next heist on their own.

He made his way inside and called out to let them know he was back, but was met only by the soft patter of paws as Chica came bounding up to him, tail wagging. Setting down his keys, he bent to give her a few pats and, figuring that his roommate was probably in the shower, headed over to the small living room to look over the completed plans.

He found the papers lying in a neat pile on the coffee table, maps, blueprints, and crayons set off to one side. For as long as he'd worked with them, they'd always complained about the crayons. They still used them, though.

It was as he skimmed over the newly drawn up plan that he noticed something he hadn't expected.

He glanced over the little doodle he'd left on the page: an overly simplified rendition of himself, dressed in the usual stealth garb for infiltrating museums, holding up the artefact they were currently after with a grin. And there, right beside it, in matching crayon, was a similar portrayal of his heist partner, and the words 'Yay! We did it! :D' above the pair of them.

The drawings were a little silly, really — childish even — but a smile tugged at his lips nonetheless.

He found himself gently brushing his fingertips over the markings on the paper, running over the newly added half of the doodle featuring his partner and lightly tracing the outlines.

Something coiled deep in his chest in that moment, but not unpleasantly. It was something almost eager. Something softly fond. It nestled between his ribs and lodged itself behind his heart, quiet again. He couldn't articulate it if he tried, but... he liked this feeling.

[jacksepticeye-simp]

I have a headcanon for those ego manor stuffs where the mirror the DA is trapped inside was moved into Darks office space and sometimes he talks to the mirror hoping maybe someday they'll respond back

[effloradox]

Do you still write for Mark’s characters? If so could you write for Wilford with the prompt ‘you okay? caught you staring off into space again’?

it’s been a hot minute but i do still write for those characters!

As much as you adore Wilford, some days it's difficult to be around him. The moustachioed man is one of your favourite people to be around in the manor, but it's been clear since you first bumped into him before breakfast that this is going to be one of his bad days.

They're less frequent than they used to be and that brings you some comfort, but it's still hard going for breakfast and him rushing past you without even acknowledging you and know that it's because he doesn't recognise you.

Dark is always quick to notice when Wilford is having a bad day, but there's no such thing as privacy in the manor when it comes to this. You don't have to look towards the dining table to see the other egos exchanging glances. Wilford usually takes great delight in welcoming you downstairs for breakfast, your coffee in his hand, and ideas spilling from his lips for how the two of you could spend the day. For him to ignore you completely is almost unheard of unless he's having a bad day.

The morning sun always seems duller without him by your side, though Dark is quick to approach you, two coffees in his hands. He offers one to you with a carefully constructed expression on his face.

"Give him time. You know what he's like." You nod and try to smile at your oldest friend, but it feels like all the muscles in your face are betraying you, and your smile falls flat. You're sure Dark notices but he doesn't comment, making his way out of the dining room presumably to his office. You offer quick pleasantries to the others in the room as you gather your usual breakfast and make your way outside. It takes time but you manage to put the mornings events out of your mind.

"You okay? Caught you staring off into space again." The voice from behind you jolts you from your thoughts and you flinch back involuntarily.

Wilford has always had an uncanny ability to sneak up on you, he's one of the few people that can actually do so. He gestures to the empty seat across from you, and you nod, waiting for him to settle himself before you reply to his question.

"Yeah, I'm okay. How are you?" The man across from you shrugs lightly, though you can't discern what that means.

"I missed you at breakfast."

"Wil, you saw me at breakfast." Your tone is soft as you speak, careful not to spark an argument with your friend.

"No I didn't. I had your coffee all ready to go and you never showed!"

"Dark gave me my coffee this morning. You walked past me as I was coming down for breakfast."

"No, I walked past one of the interns. If it had been you I would've..." Wilford's voice trails off as he replays the mornings events in his mind. He takes a moment to come to terms with the situation. "It's one of those days then." Something changes in his face, and you're reminded all at once how old Wilford is, how old you both are. How much he's been through. There's something so horribly sad about the introspective look that settles on his brows that you can't resist the temptation to lean over and take his hand in yours. He tangles his fingers through yours without hesitation.

"Wil?"

"I'm sorry dear."

"One day at a time, Wil. We just need to take it one day at a time."

"I think I better go and have a chat with our esteemed leader. Would you be so good as to join me?" He's on his feet and extending his arm to you in the time it takes you to blink, and you allow him to pull you to your feet. He slots your arm into the crook of his as the two of you make your way inside, your coffee all but forgotten.

[cooler-ian]

"He got that dog in him"

The dog in him:

[septic-dr-schneep]

How a Seer could be so oblivious to his own state, Dark would never know. The Host hadn’t taken any time to examine himself before greeting him with a squeeze to the shoulder, leaving inky, bloody smudges on his crisp white suit jacket.

If the Host felt the tendrils of his aura writhing irritably, he didn’t flinch. “Dark will borrow the Host’s coat then,” he announced, a certainty more than an offer, “to maintain his dignity until his property has been returned clean.”

He’d never seen the Host in formal wear, much less in white, Dark realized only after the outerwear exchanged hands. He must have sensed Dark’s surprise, as he smiled slightly, turning this way and that to show it off.

“How does he look?” he prompted, smoothing his hands over the sleek lower panels (creating further smudges, naturally.)

White, red and gold…Bright? Elegant? Timeless?

“It suits you.”

[lexi-rp95]

That time of year again....

(A/N: This is based on my OC taking the place of the Attorney in Who Killed Markiplier. If you haven't seen it or need a refresher, you can watch the videos by clicking here. Enjoy!)

Lexi sighed once more as she walked around the now decaying house feeling just as trapped as the first day she trapped their. She carefully traced her hand along the table by the stairwell hoping to leave some trace of her existence behind in the dust but coming up empty.

"So, it's all come down to this. Mark and Damien get to be out in the world, but I'm stuck here with no way of even keeping up with events. Some friends they turned out to be." She snarled as she came across the mirror once more silently wishing she could destroy that thing without damaging the rest of her skin. "With each passing day, I get a new tiny crack because of you. it's like my very being is tied to this mirror....to this damn house."

She smiles a little at the memories she held of the good times she shared with her friends. "At least I know William and Mick got out this cursed building. I just wish I could let them know I'm okay. William needs to know I still don't hold any of this against him." She admitted to the open house hoping that by just bringing it to light that he could feel her presence wherever he was at.

"Now Mark on the other hand, I will always blame him. Celine and I have both warned him about playing around with forces he shouldn't." Lexi said looking over the bracelet Damien gifted her the day she was announced as the new district attorney. "I can't even blame Damien for trying to live just a little more. I just wish I could have told him how much I love him. It's funny really. Before that stupid poker night, Celine was telling me my future looked bright and filled with love and happiness. It seems that won't be the case." She said as she talked to no one wishing there was someone who would listen.

She froze in her spot as she heard a car door close out in front. She slowly made her way to the window to see who was dumb enough to come to this abandoned mansion filled with terrible memories. She teared up a little seeing Benjamin and the chef come with flowers in each of there arms. She tried to get a better look at what else they could have brought with them before she noticed a picture frame in the mix. The chef placed down the picture frame by the door with his flowers slowly revealing the picture of Lexi, Damien, Celine, William, and Mark. Benjamin placed his flowers next to it to before bringing out a handkerchief and drying his eyes with more tears falling. Lexi smiles sadly seeing them so close, but yet so far.

"Thank you, both of you. At least someone will remember us." She whispered out into the wind before returning to the mirror wishing to one day leave this old house behind.

(feel free to add on. I would love to see new additions)

[fuffleton]

BimJim Drabble before i go to bed 🥱

“-And welcome to another episode of Hire-My-Ass! I’m your host Bim- No that’s too enthusiastic. And people online have been saying I’m too bubbly.” Bim put his hands on his dresser and stared in the mirror with a scowl. “God I am not ready to go out there, damn the coffee maker for breaking today.” He clicked his tongue and started to pace around his dressing room. “And damn having anxiety, usually it ain’t this bad.” His hands were shoved in his pockets and were in fists. He did not want to go out there, with the hundreds of people looking at him just waiting for him to screw up.

The door to his dressing room creaked open. “Bim, I can hear you reciting your lines from out here and you usually only recite what to say on stage when you’re nervous to be on stage.” He heard an oh so familiar voice speak. “Hi RJ..” He grumbled. “Come on in.”

His dear audio engineer walked in and politely closed the door behind. “You alright B?” He asked. “Just peachy.” The other replied as he sat down on his loveseat. “You’re gonna do just fine, if that’s what you’re so worried about, you always do good.” RJ assured. “You don’t know that, what if I like fall or something? You never know.” He said. “So what? One bad episode isn't career ending.” He leaned against the wall.

“But it’s embarrassing. I don’t know why I care that much but..it feels career ending to me right now.” He spoke.

“I don’t..know how to help with that, honestly.” RJ confessed. “Just, stay here until I have to go out, could you do that?”

RJ sat next to him with his hands in his lap. “You’re on in 20.” He said looking at the clock. Bim looked at him with half lidded eyes. “You know you’re more than an employee to me, right?” He asked. “Yeah, my job doesn’t take very long, I could leave just a bit after you’re off stage, I choose to stay around.” He replied. “I like spending time with you. You’re a lot better at talking to people than I think you give yourself credit.” He continued. “You think so?” Bim questioned. RJ nodded with a hum.

“I like spending time with you too, J.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, the noises of crew members shuffling and setting up outside being silent in both of their two ears. “You should go ahead and go, yeah? Set up and stuff?” Bim spoke to break the silence. “Of course, but one more thing before that, for good luck.” He stood up and leaned back down to give Bim a peck on the cheek before walking out immediately.

“Oh. My god.” He said quietly as he heard the door close.

[dr-viles-laboratory]

Debating whether i should make a sideblog for my MarkiplierTV selfshipping bc I selfship with so many egos (and also special interest) or just get More Annoying (/pos) about it on main

[warfstachetv]

🫂

—!!

🫂💭💬

[Seemingly the ANON desired a hug, Wil feels as if it is someone they somehow know... but do not recognize.]

... Thank you.. I think I needed that too, dearie. 🎐🎩💫

[otterlyinluv]

A day in the life of a Darkiplier

A/N: A little drabble I did during Creative Writing when we were supposed to write a diary entry of a character, and I chose Dark! (Who's thinking of the DA as usual)

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October 18th, 20XX

Today was a day like any other. The weather matched my dull mood with its grey skies and light rain. It reminded me of them...

I spent the day cooped up in my office dealing with research as usual, hearing the other ego's escapades when I took a break from staring at the computer for too long.

Wilford did try to persuade me to eat something for lunch, but I refused, as always. After about 10 minutes, I heard a knock at the door. Not bothering to look up from my computer, I heard soft, tentative steps and a tray of food put on my table. I looked up only when they were about to leave. A small smile, and then they closed the door. I ate the food. Maybe I was actually hungry... but maybe it was because of them.

I spent the rest of the day working, and I couldn't help but smile when I looked at the empty plate once in a while.

[ink-stainedkiss]

“You’re A Freak” Toji Fushiguro Drabble

Synopsis: There’s one part of Toji’s body that you love the most and it makes you sound a bit…freaky.

A/N: Guys this is honestly a gag post. While I wrote this, the meme of Markipliers nephew just rubbing his face in his pecs kept playing in my head. Lets just say I crack myself up🙏 I kept giggling to myself as I typed this, but can we all agree that Toji has humongous bazongas?? Who’s with me guys 😁 No but if this post flops I'm gonna delete it cause I'm not up for that level of embarrassment...

Warnings: None. except you act like a pervert towards Tojo, but like come on, who ain't?

There was a certain reason you loved resting on Toji’s chest. Was it the way he always wrapped his huge arms around you and made you feel safe? No. Was it the way his body was practically a living heater and made you the most warm? No. Or was it the comforting afterglow after a long nap where the world is quiet and Toji wakes you up with soft kisses and nibbles to your neck? You loved that part, but no. Toji had many amazing qualities about him, but though it was a bit perverted, the best part about laying on his was the humongous pillows he called pecs.

This was a running joke (really just to you) where you acted like a creepy man and gawked at his man boobs. It was extremely clear that Toji worked out and he liked showing off his muscles to anyone, but mostly you. So because of this, he wore super tight compression shirts that displayed his figure very nicely. Toji had caught onto your obsession with his body and though he always called you a weirdo, he got a laugh out of it.

“What the hell are you staring at?” He questioned, giving you a small glare, because he knew exactly where you were looking. Your eyes shifted from his chest and to your shut off phone,”Nothing.” He scoffed,”You’re a terrible liar, by the way.” Knowing Toji had caught you, you dropped the dumb act, frowning at his tease,”What? Is a lady not allowed to look at her boyfriend?”

“Not when she’s staring at my chest.” Tilting your head, you gave him a smirk,”I’m not staring at your chest,” You moved your eyes back to his pecs,”I’m staring at your boobs.” Toji tried to cover up his laugh, shaking his head at your stupidity,”You’re such a freak.” You gave him a wink, moving closer and reaching your hands out toward his tits muscles,”Only for you.” Sadly, Toji placed his big hand over your face, shoving you away,”Quit acting like a creep.”

[the-phantom-author]

Would you write something about markiplier and a chubby girl LI who’s a little insecure? headcannons, drabble, whatever you like.

Still picks you up. If you tell him not to, for whatever reason, he’ll take it as a “Skill Issue” and prove you wrong.

He’ll also invite you to the gym with him, not in a “i want to motivate you” kind of way but more of “I want to spend more time with you, but i’m really busy so if you want o come even if it’s just to ogle at me.”

Huge fan of sitting on the floor and resting his back on you legs, while you’re sitting on the couch or a chair.

If he ever hears you say anything negative about yourself, he’s immediately telling you how everything you said was wrong. He then takes you in front of a mirror and points out his favorite parts of you and why he likes them so much.

[k3nnjamin]

hey I know that this is a Batman fanacount rn lmao, but do we have any sleeper Markiplier fans in the chat? and like specifically fans of his projects and the egos. I want to post actor! drabbles and just rambles about the characters, but I don't want them to flop super hard (otherwise I'll just post to ao3 since I already have a small collection there)

[thebowieconstricker]

💫masterlist💫

a guide to all of my x readers!

Head Over Heels (The Creature)

- Prolouge

- Chapter 1

- Chapter 2

- Chapter 3

- Oneshot!

Wicked (2024) (Oscar Diggs)

- ‘Til There Was You pt.1

Markiplier Egos

- Hee-Hoo Drabble

Hazbin Hotel

- Ease My Mind (Lucifer Morningstar)

- Sweet Mornings (Lucifer Morningstar)

Tim Burton Characters

- Expressing Yourself (Edward Scissorhands)

- Domestic Fluff (Edward Scissorhands)

Scott Pilgrim

- Stagedoor Sparks! (Matthew Patel)