#mark fishbach x reader

[thefanficmonster]

hiii could u do some markiplier x reader cuddle / affection headcanons? thank u :^)

Of course darling! Hope you enjoy 💕

~ Lots of love, Vy 💌

Softy Mark Headcanons:

Mark is such a cuddly teddy bear there is no doubt about it

Especially when he's tired

When he's away for any sort of trip the main hardship for him is having to sleep alone without you

The thought of coming home to you, sleeping in your shared bed with you in his arms is what keeps him going all throughout the trip and the way back

You can barely convince him to at least take a shower or maybe eat something before he dives in bed, requesting your company by his side so he can sleep soundly

Even when you two have an argument, which is a rather rare occasion, neither of you can sleep without the other's presence beside you

Chances are, come morning, you'd find yourself entangled in each other's embrace and the fight will be far off your mind

Good luck remembering what started the squabble or even holding a grudge

That in and of itself is a task and a half for you

It's impossible to hold a grunge against Mark

He'll kiss and tickle you into dropping the frown and replacing it with a smile

His way of apologizing always successfully provokes a laugh out of you which is basically your white flag of surrender

Mark, unlike you, is not ticklish so you can't even use that weapon against him

To be frank, it's his best bet at getting a giggle or a laugh from you no matter what is troubling you

'Good morning', 'Good night', 'Bye', 'You're home finally' kisses are mandatory

All others are a surprise attack

You'd be sitting around reading a book or maybe you're doing chores around the house

Good luck finishing whatever task you have at hand in a timely manner if Mark is home

He'd sneak up behind you stealthily and before you know it you've been enveloped in his arms and you feel the warmth of his lips on your neck

You too have developed your own surprise/sneak attacks

You'd sometimes make your way into his recording room if he hasn't left it for hours to steal him away from his work

You've seen first-hand how much he tends to get lost in it and forget about his basic needs

Luckily, you could never forget

You bring him snacks and drinks

You send the fluff duo Chica and Henry to distract him and give him a break when he refuses to do it himself

And past hour 5 you just straight up go in there to drag him out, convincing him that he is allowed to take a break and even postpone his work

Usually that break consists of takeout and a movie you two enjoy cuddled up on the couch where you eventually fall asleep

Work, chores, outside world - all but forgotten

[aesthetic-multifandom-ships]

"Oh god" Ethan turned away and covered his face. They were doing a reddit video when some one posted photos of you from an old video you had done.

It wasn't inappropriate, just supposed to look like it was. But they didn't know that.

Mark tried to make some words but he was laughing to hard.

"We need to get an explanation" Ethan grabbed his phone and called up Y/N. She soon answered the call confused as she heard the sound of Mark "dying". Ethan giggled and turned the camera towards Mark.

"Wha-What?! What is this!?" Mark shouted hysterically.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked extremely confused. Ethan flipped the camera towards the computer.

"Oh god, that was an old thumbnail from a video. It was just some clickbait shit" By this time Y/N was dying as well.

"Okay, thank you!" Mark said as Ethan hung up. They had to stop recording for a bit because it was just too funny.

[heaven-with-mark]

"patterns."

a long day was coming to an end with a come up. per his request, you were laying on mark, well, more so laying half on him and then half against the back of the couch.

whatever played on the tv was half forgotten, as you were way more focused on what mark was saying. with your ear to his chest, his voice seemed even deeper. it was soft and low as he told you about his day, what you had missed while going about your own. 

he had an arm draped around your back, your shirt hitched up as he traced gentle little shapes into your side. 

“love?” mark asked softly, noticing your slow lack of response.

you hummed, eyes drooping already.

“are you tired?” he whispered, “do you want to go upstairs?”

you yawned, “no. like it here, ‘s nice.”

“honey, you’re about to fall asleep.” he pointed out, as if it wasn’t plain as day. 

“no ‘m not.” you argued, your slurred words giving you away.

he murmured an ‘mhmm’ at your obvious lie, changing what patterns were being drawn into your soft side.

as you began to drift off, you tried to pay attention to what he was tracing.

there was an m, then an a, two r’s, what you think was a y, and you didn’t catch the last two. another m, maybe. and an e? your sleep-clogged brain took far too long to process it and piece together what was being drawing over and over.

m, a, r, r, y, m, e...?

you smiled with what energy you had left.

i will. you thought, i promise.

you snuggled closer into him, even though you were already as close as possible.

what you didn’t know as you started to fall asleep, is that he wasn’t watching tv. he was looking at you. all he could think about was you. he did want to marry you, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. you were the best thing to happen to him and he didn’t want to think about a timeline where you two don’t spend together forever, as cliche as that is. 

//thank you @marks-right-tibby for this idea.//

[geeky-imagines]

Shut Up And Kiss Me {Markiplier Imagine}

Prompt - "How do you always look so kissable?"

Pairing - Markiplier x Reader

A/N - It's been a long time since I've written anything. This is also my first Imagine/Fic about an actual person. Please be kind, but constructive criticism is welcome.

Warnings - Swearing, out of character

Summary - The reader has a thing for Mark, but doesn't think he reciprocates.

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You paused the show you were binging as Mark screamed from the second floor yelling something about mannequins. You shook your head wondering how anyone could play a horror game, especially at one in the morning. You were glad the two of you didn't live in an apartment, you'd be kicked out in a heartbeat. You were also glad you were a night owl, or you'd have to kick Mark's ass.

Not that you weren't used to it by now, considering you had been rooming with Mark for three years.

Footsteps came pounding down the stairs, followed by a scream. "I fucking hate MANNEQUINS!" Mark jumped the last two steps and stomped his way over to the couch, flopping down beside you, resting his head on your shoulder.

You smiled down at the mop of red hair of your secret crush. Secret crush, like you were in elementary school again. It just kind of happened one day. You had known Mark for as long as you could remember, and when you needed a place to stay and he offered his guest room to you, it just made sense to live together. Then after about a year and a half of spending almost every single second together, you started to develop your feelings, and they were driving you crazy. Especially since you knew there was no way your best friend felt the same way.

"Why are you playing a game with mannequins then?" You giggled as he shuddered against you.

"It's what my fans want, nay, demand!" Mark shouted, jumping off the couch, dramatic as always. "And who am I to deny my fans what they wish to see?"

"Someone whose roommate doesn't want to hear you shouting at all hours of the night?" You offered, giggling as he shot you a fake glare.

"I'd be shouting no matter what game I was playing." He admitted, taking his seat next to you again, his shoulder resting on the back of the couch so he could look at you, concern etched in his face. "Does it bother you? I should have asked if it bothered you, I'm sorry."

"Mark, it's been three years." You reminded him. "Don't you think if it bothered me I would have said something sooner?"

He was quiet for a moment before whispering, "Sometimes people keep things to themselves."

You froze, wondering if he somehow knew your secret. No, it wasn't possible, you had gotten very good at hiding your feelings from him. So good that sometimes you wondered if it really was just a crush and that you'd get over it. Then he'd look at you with those eyes - those beautiful chocolate brown eyes - like he was doing now, and you'd feel your heart skip a beat.

"It's fine Mark, really." You told him, turning to face him, nervously brushing your hair behind your ear. "I love hearing you record."

"You know, it would be cool if you were to record with me sometime." He offered. "It would be fun, and we wouldn't have to play a horror game."

You laughed nervously. "Thanks, but being on camera really isn't my thing. I prefer to be behind the scenes."

He nodded, understanding, and that was the end of the conversation. An uncomfortable silence fell over the two of you, and you were about to reach for the remote to resume your show when he spoke again.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah Mark?" You responded, looking into his eyes again.

"How do you always looks so kissable?"

You blinked at him, not believing your ears. "What?"

He didn't respond, just continued to stare intensely into your eyes. Your breathing quickened, and you had just about convinced yourself that you were hearing things when he leaned forward and captured your lips with his.

You gasped quietly before melting into the kiss, your mind starting to race. This was really happening. Mark was kissing you and you were kissing him and it was so much and you were losing your breath. You pulled away for air, the both of you panting, staring at each other.

After a moment of silence, Mark smirked at you. "You didn't answer my question."

You rolled your eyes and pulled him towards you. "Shut up and kiss me."

[softbeanz]

Hello. I saw your post about request and wanted to ask If I can have one with markiplier, where female reader is his friend and one day at some comic con or other place where he met fans she decided to tell him her feelings but she can't do this when they alone so she used sigh language to tell him that, thinking that he doesn't feel the same for her. Sorry if it's messy...

Memories

A/n: AUGH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER, AND I FEEL BAD ITS SO HECKIN SHORT!! Thank you so much for requesting, and being so understanding, you truly are amazing! I’ve been trying to improve my writing and be more descriptive so I hope you like this story, writing it made me so soft. I heckin love this stupid dork~

To (y/n), PAX this year had been the most packed it’s been in a long time. She couldn’t tell if it was because of all the new games releasing, or all the creators who had promised to be here. But nonetheless she was happy to be here, especially since she accompanied her closest friend; Mark.

He had begged her to come along with him this year since they had been too busy these past few weeks, to see each other. Mark blamed it on his work but (Y/n) knew the actual reason.

Her feelings over the past few years for her friend had blossomed into a full blown crush, and she was trying her hardest not to ruin their close relationship.

As Mark and (y/n) walked up to his signing booth, he gave her one last encouraging smile before she let him off.

“ this has to be my favorite part of PAX “

Mark said to her earlier that day, when they were driving over to the convention.

“ so many people from all over come to see me and this wonderful event, and I get to meet them all. It’s hands down the best part of my year “

(Y/n) loved seeing him so full of joy and excitement, it made her feel the same way.

She watched him from afar, sitting with a couple of his friends who he introduced to her yesterday. The feeling of butterflies began to pour into her stomach as she watched him let out his contagious laughter when a fan showed him some sort of video.

With her heart pounding she continued to watch him, waiting for the moment he turned to look her way.

She couldn’t ruin this, he wouldn’t like her back: would he? She remembered the three words she practiced in sign language, constantly repeating them; thinking of him.

The moment came and he sent her a sweet glance, she took the opportunity and quickly shook out the three signs with her hands.

He stopped for a moment, his face blank; her heart stopped and she wore the same face as him. But within seconds later, he managed to move his hands to make the signs

‘ I know ‘

She felt her face grow red, a dopey smile warming her features;

“ what a dork “

She mumbled to herself.

[lcthebtswriter]

spontaneous

pairing: mark x reader

summary: during your troubled attempt at finding peace, you and mark confess to each other

tags (reblog and comment): @sophiestooop, @joan-of-stars, @line-viper, @starstuckbluebird, @alien-on-a-treadmill, @aliciabg27, @brianaraydean, @im-that-trash-over-there, @statsvitenskap

What started out as a dramatic cry for help in your English class turned drastic within five seconds.

Your best friend, Mark, upon replying to your text message on the other side of campus, hadn’t realized you were being sarcastic. It had been a long day and like the days before that, your temper grew short and you were agitated by conversations with friends, the laughter of others, and by your own mood swings. For months you’d been spiraling downward in a circle of self-pity and restlessness. There was no telling what you would do after senior year. You were stressed about home, about work, and about school. You were falling asleep in class and asking relatives to check you out of school.

Never before had you been so emotionally exhausted. Every person in your life was draining you through asking for advice or trying to one-up you in every aspect. You didn’t mind being a mock therapist to your friends, but they hadn’t asked about you once with the interest in listening. There was only Mark. Knowing that made you less lonely, but that never stopped you from going on a rant every so often because Mark couldn’t up and ignore your texts.

‘Let’s leave. I’m sick of this place’

You’d waited five seconds before adding:

‘I have money in the bank, you have a car, Fall Break is tomorrow!! Hello? Let’s go to New Hampshire or Scotland or something’

Mark’s reply came when you were typing the draft of your essay, laptop keys clicking along with the other students in the classroom. Your phone vibrated against the tabletop, and you picked it up with greedy fingers to read the message you knew was from Mark before unlocking the homescreen.

‘Spontaneous getaway?? I’m down. Let’s go ASAP--Tyler and Ethan are driving me insane’

By the time Mark drove to the ATM, you’d scribbled a note to your parents and both packed your belongings before hitting the road. Neither of you expected to be gone for more than three days, so you packed light and intended on stealing whatever food you needed to save space for clothes and toiletries. Mark’s van was large enough to bring Chica, but he decided against it knowing his mother would throw a fit if he left her entirely alone over break. With eager smiles, both you and Mark left the suffocation of your hometown.

Day one consisted of driving toward New Hampshire, Mark’s playlist on shuffle as you argued over your fondness for rain and cold weather up north. You took naps in the passenger seat, hung your feet out the window, and tossed stolen candy at Mark as he drove. Gas stations were pit stops for restroom breaks, tank refills, and shoving bags of chips and chocolate bars into the pocket of your hoodie. Day two consisted of daydreaming aloud, asking and answering questions about your futures and pasts and wondering if you would stay together forever. You both agreed that yes, you would remain in each other’s lives until death and even beyond (although you both refused to die).

Day three, however, was when you’d reached New Hampshire and stopped at a gas station just outside the state border. There was a motel down the street you intended to stay at, and after taking a Red Bull off its shelf and paying the cashier for the gas, you speed-walked your way to Mark’s van and emptied your pockets to dump out two Arizona Teas and granola bars. Mark, taking a tea for himself and balancing it on his knee, said: “Running away was the best idea you’ve ever had.” You looked at him with a smile, cheeks warming as he continued. “I know technically we’re going back home, but I like being alone with you like this. Is that weird?” Innocently, Mark lifted the tea to his lips and took his eyes off the road and its scenic twist through a forest to glance at you.

“It isn’t,” you replied.

That night you had time to think more about that shock of innocence in Mark’s eyes. The soft way he looked at you, the fond and gentle stare of someone attracted to another--it made you weak in the knees. Mark, though you’d known him since eighth grade, was always less of a friend and more like someone you could spend the rest of your life with and feel easy about it. One night after a football game, you and Mark had smoked a joint and sprawled atop the playground near the high school. You’d held hands and promised not to leave each other and, while he may have dismissed it as an intoxicated moment of frailty, it always meant more to you.

The motel was costly with the low income you gathered over summer. Mark’s pay as a babysitter wasn’t all that good, but you managed to get a room with one bed and a couch. For the past two days, you and Mark slept in the van where there was plenty of room to recline the seats or sleep on the bed of the car. Sharing a bed with him, however, made you anxious since you took into account the lingering eyes and hand brushes you shared over the past five months and three days. Of course you didn’t let it show that there was something more going on with your feelings toward Mark, but that didn’t stop his word vomit.

It was dark in the motel room and maybe that was why Mark found it so easy to lay on his back beside you and act as if he was speaking to nothing. “Being with you, getting to know why you want to leave--it’s all falling apart and I know what I can do with it, but I don’t know if it’s what you want, ya know?” Mark’s voice was deep and quiet and you could feel his warmth beside you.

“No,” you replied dumbly.

Mark, annoyed at having to rephrase, turned to face you in the darkness and felt his face go red when you did the same. “I like you. It isn’t normal, but I noticed a few months back when we were baking a cake for my mom and you had frosting on your nose and I couldn’t help but wipe it off. There was something about it--about you...I don’t know,” Mark rambled. His hand, close to yours, was clenching and relaxing as Mark struggled to voice his thoughts. A beat of silence as you thought and then you scooted closer.

“Now I get it,” he heard in the darkness. A disbelieving huff of amusement sounded from Mark, and he took your hand in his as if finally cutting through the awkward stage of confession. “Come here,” you’d said, and your other hand was in Mark’s hair. It felt natural to draw closer to your aura, your warmth, and the positivity of knowing there was no interruption as Mark kissed you.

There was no stampede of anger, no agitation toward the human race, and a wave of comfort finally settled your anxieties. In search of yourselves you’d found each other, and there was nothing that would change that when you had to return home.

[ohimaginethat]

Valentine’s Boredom

Hey! It’s me again (in case you couldn’t tell by the username). Given it’s Valentine’s Day, I’m completely home alone (other than my dog), and have no plans besides lying in bed watching crappy romance movies and eating powdered sugar doughnut things, send in some Valentine’s Day themed requests! I’ll write out a list of people I’m willing to write for. I just messaged a friend as well asking if she had anyone she’d wanna write for so there can be a broader category for you all to choose from. I’ll add those, too, if she responds/is up for it. (also, this is a family friendly Tumblr blog, so no smut! Sorry!)

Anywhosies, I hope you’re all having a wonderful Valentine’s Day, whether you’re with friends, a significant other, a pet, or just yourself! :) 

My List: 

Ethan Nestor

Mark Fishbach

Tyler Scheid

Calum Hood

Ashton Irwin

Luke Hemmings

Michael Clifford

Tom Holland

Dan Howell

Phil Lester

Friend’s List:

Jacksepticeye/Sean

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Holland (some of the requests will be sent to her)

Jessie Paege

Like I mentioned earlier, more might be added to the list eventually, but I can’t guarantee anything!

[brilily17]

Obvious: Markiplier Imagine

Request: Anon- Markiplier 57

Prompt: 57-“What are you afraid of?”

A/N: Okay so I'm starting here because this is my most recent request that I haven't started on :). Also my writing as gotten better because I wrote books on my wattpad fo check it out if you'd like (@ ninjabrianna)

Masterlist- Prompts-

Characters: Mark, reader, Kathryn, Ethan

Warnings: None?

It was quite clear, you were in love with Mark and he sure as hell was in love with you. The slight blush upon both of your cheeks whenever you were around one another didn't help the fact that you didn't want anyone to know that you liked him.

Today you and the crew were off to lunch. Mark and Ethan up front, while you and Kathryn sat in the seats behind them. You rested your head against the window and yawned. That morning was quite eventful so you were plenty tired.

You woke with Ethan jumping on your bed forcing you to wake up. He had wanted you to help him cook breakfast, although he just played with the batter and smeared it on you.

Kathryn shook you, that caused you to jump out of you thoughts quite literally. You smacked your head against the window with a thud. Ethan turned laughing as Mark looked into the rearview mirror with a chuckle.

"Agh" You held your head gaining from the sudden impact. Kathryn giggled at your clumsiness. The boys turned back and continued on with their conversation.

"You alright? You seem a bit off N/N(nickname)" Kathryn gave a slight smile to you and rested her head to the side to look at you.

"I'm just tired." You stretched and moved your hair out of your face a bit. She nodded and took her phone in her hands. Your shoulders shrugged and you looked out the window.

A buzz came from your lap pulling you out of your thoughts. It was from your phone si you picked it up. Kathryn. You turned to her and she smiled. After unlocking your phone and opening it to your text.

It read: "Is it Mark? If so, just ask him out. We all know you like one another" Heat rushed to the apples of your cheeks. You turned you head to Mark to see him talking to Ethan, looking at the road and at you every so often. The feeling in your stomach that he gave you made you happy, but confused.

You quickly responded: "I don't know, what if it all goes south? I can't handle that type of stress" After sending it, the car began to slow down to a stop.

"We are here!" Mark sang out. His deep voice rang in your ears. Everyone got out, what stood in front of you was a bar and grill, nothing too unusual. The four of you walked in and were seated by a waitress in her early 30s.

You guys all sat at a booth at the far side of the building. The lady asked for your drinks and you all responded. Ethan and Kathryn sat on the inside across from one another, and You and Mark sat on the outside across from one another. Everyone had a menu infront of their face, searching it wildly.

The waitress, who's name was Jess, came back and set down your drinks and asked for everyone's order. After taking them she walked away leaving the four of you to talk.

Ethan folded his hands and leaned on them, he was facing towards you. The look on his face wasn't promising.

"So Y/N, how did you sleep" He chuckled a bit knowing how you would repsond.

"Grest until you woke me up, ya doof!" Everyone laughed a bit. Kathryn kept looking at Mark and you. You knew she was trying to get you to ask. The lady came back with your food and you all started eating. In all honesty, it was a pretty amazing meal.

After some time Kathryn randomly stopped eating. "So, Mark, Y/N gas somethin' to tell you" You began to cough heavily. Your heart sped up which caused to to began to panic.

"N-no I don't" Mark's eyebrow raised.

"Come on, I'm helping you. Tell him!" Everyone looked at you, at least the people at your table. Ethan knew what it was, so he had a smile on his face.

"I-I" your eyes daet across Mark's face. Frantically, you stood up.

"I'm -I'll be back" Quickly you rushed out the front door and into the warm L.A air. Heavy breaths left your lungs.

"I'm going to go talk to her" Mark stood up and exused himself. Kathryn and Etahn felt terrible, but it had to be done.

You kept pacing back and forth across the sidewalk trying to calm down. A hand rested on your shoulder causing you to jump away.

"Hey, Hey it's just me...What's wrong?" Mark looked down at you with his chocolate orbs. A side smile across his face.

"I-I I can't say. I'm...I don't know" Quickly you looked at the ground.

"What are you afraid of?" Mark put a hand on your cheek. You leaned against it slightly feeling content.

"I'm afraid you....you'll hate me or feel weird around me if I spill what they want me to say" Concern washed over Mark's face. He really cared about you and it was obvious beyond belief.

"None of that will happen. Please, tell me" You straightened up and sighed.

"Mark, I like you. No scratch that I love you." Mark looked at you with a gleam in his eye. He was overjoyed and all he did was pull you close and kiss you softly. Both of you felt complete. After a bit you rested your heads against each others.

"God, I love you too, so much" Clapping was heard behind you too. The both of you turned to see your friends cheering.

"I knew it!" Ethan shouted out. Everyone felt content and happy...finally