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Home - Mark Fischbach

Hey guys,

This is my first YouTuber imagine, it’s a short piece to help me get back in to the swing of writing, but I hope you guys like it and remember to keep sending in requests.

Anna

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Y/N was reading on her bed when she heard her boyfriend shout her name from downstairs.

“Y/N!” Mark yelled, making her jump slightly as her peaceful reading was interrupted.

“Yeah?” She replied without making any effort to move from her spot.

“What’s your laptop password?” He asked, making Y/N blush gently as she thought of the answer.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I need to borrow your laptop but it's locked." He explained. "So what's the password?"

“Uh… Try and guess it!” She challenged.

“What?! How am I ever gonna guess it?!” Mark yelled, the number of possible passwords being far too high for him to comprehend.

“Look at the hint and try it!” Y/N turned back to her book, ignoring the cries of protest coming from downstairs. Mark sighed and clicked on the hint button. The word ‘home’ popped up in the box and Mark started typing possible answers in.

First was her old address, then their address, most of her family members, her home town and even her school name, all of which were rejected by the machine. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.

“Y/N please just tell me!” Mark called out in desperation, his mind drawing a blank for any other possible answers. The only reply he got was a muffled “Nope!” from their shared bedroom.

“I can do this,” he muttered to himself, “I just need to think. Where does Y/N feel ‘at home’?” He typed in a few other words, desperately typing in words like ‘bedroom’ and her home country, still to no avail. Suddenly he remembered something Y/N had said to him recently, when she was almost asleep.

“You’re my home, Mark, I love you.”

‘You’re my home.’

Slowly Mark typed in his name and pressed enter. The laptop unlocked and a photo of Y/N and Mark that they had set as her background appeared. Mark sat there in shock for a short time, a smile slowly growing on his face. After finishing what he needed to do, he made his way up to where his girlfriend was still engrossed in her novel, pulling her into a big hug when he got there, taking her by surprise and making her drop her book.

“You’re my home too.” He whispered after a moment, the girl finally understanding what was happening and relaxed into the hug, the two of them sitting on the bed in each other’s arms, a peaceful silence falling across the room.

Capture the flag - Mark Fischbach

When you and Mark were invited to take part in a giant game of ‘Capture the Flag’ along with 28 other gamers to promote the new Warcraft movie, the two of you jumped at the opportunity, agreeing immediately. However, the people organizing the game decided to spark rivalry between the two of teams and put the two of you, often referred to as ‘YouTube’s cutest couple’, as the captains of the two teams, you leading the Horde and Mark leading the Alliance. At first the two of you were slightly sad you would be against each other but soon your competitive sides emerged and neither of you could wait for the game.

The day finally arrived and the two of you arrived at the location and were immediately blown away by it. Soon you found your other friends such as MatPat, who was on your team, and Jordan, who was on Mark’s team, and Mark started vlogging some behind-the-scenes for his channel. Slowly your team assembled and the competitiveness went through the roof and, after a quick good luck kiss, you and Mark parted ways to give your teams ‘inspirational speeches’ which involved a lot of shouting and cheering.

Soon the game started and colour bombs were flying everywhere, you managing to hit a few people on the other team but eventually getting hit. Luckily, you were soon released and you went back to throwing. This went on for a short while, one team occasionally making progress until they were pushed back by the other team, until Mark started a sudden offensive attack by his team and they steadily made their way towards your flag. You quickly glanced over to your team mates and came to a decision that you had to move now.

You snuck through the maze, bending down to avoid being seen by the other team, Mat and Maude following behind you in order to defend you from any attacks. Luckily, they were all focused on their sudden surge towards your team’s flag, leaving theirs unprotected. You took the opportunity to run to their hill and grab the flag, quickly pulling it out and you ran back into the maze with only their jailed team mates noticing you. You weaved your way through the obstacles and made a last dash back to your hill, the other team just noticing you as you ran into your area and up the hill before planting the flag in the ground, setting off the signal for the end of the game.

The rest of your team joined you as you all celebrated your victory before you made eye contact with Mark from across the room, his eyes shining with pride. You worked your way out of the crowd of your elated team mates and ran towards Mark, jumping into his arms when you reached him as he spun you around, making you laugh as he congratulated you on getting past his “ninja senses” before he gently placed you back down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before linking your fingers together as the two of you went off to talk to the other gamers. Mat came up to you and gave you a high five before the three of you started talking and laughing, especially after Mat told you and Mark that you two were “#goals” as you leant on Mark’s shoulder.

The two of you finally made your way home after spending most of the day with the other gamers and got changed out of your paint-covered clothes and into your pyjamas. You walked into your bedroom and found Mark lying on your bed, waiting for you, stretching out his arms when he saw you walk in. You smiled to yourself and lay down next to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck as he draped his arm across you waist. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you sighed contentedly before falling into a peaceful sleep.

Birthday - Mark Fischbach

28th June 1989.

That’s the date that you’ve had on your wrist since you were sixteen. Every time you looked at it you were reminded of your loneliness, everyone knows that if you have your own birthday on your wrist you have no soulmate. All of your friends have found their soulmate already, since you were already 27 and most people find their soulmate by 30. You were out shopping and bent down to reach a bag of sugar from the bottom shelf. When you stood back up you hit your head on the bottom of someone’s basket. You quickly recoiled, letting out a hiss of pain and rubbing your head when you heard a panicked voice.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” You looked up at the person speaking and you were greeted by the sight of a main with red hair, glasses, a red flannel and jeans, his brown eyes filled with concern. The most interesting was the date written on his wrist.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” You quietly replied, your eyes locked on his wrist. He followed your gaze and awkwardly rubbed his wrist, covering the date. Your eyes travelled back up to his before you glanced down at your own tattoo. The same date was written on the two. The man glanced at your wrist, his eyes widening with shock.

“I always though this was my birthday…” You said quietly, the two of you making eye contact, his eyes studying you before a wide grin spread across his face, his eyes lighting up.

“Well then. Happy birthday, soulmate.” You let out a laugh.

“You too, soulmate.” The two of you walked to the checkout together, talking about random things, your fingers slowly intertwining.

Sibling fights - Mark Fischbach (platonic)

Requested by anonymous: Hi! I was wondering if you could write where the reader is Markiplier's twin sister and they fight over something to where the reader just kinda leaves without a word and Mark spends the next couple of days trying to find her?Sorry if this is weird😅

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You had a strong relationship with your twin brother Mark, especially since the two of you did everything together for so many years, but even twins fight sometimes. Neither of you like fighting with each other but really it’s unavoidable, one of you will say something that sets the other off and everything spirals out of control from there. Today was one of the days where you had one of said fights, but this one was by far the worst fight you’ve ever had with each other.

It started with you both joking about each other, until it got to the point where you were joking about your jobs and Mark took it one step to far. You had just said that he just played games by himself all the time, which made him respond with what you considered too low a blow.

“Well you’re an actress, you just lie for a living.” He laughed, not noticing your change of mood, his comment actually hurting your feelings a bit. The end of your mouth twitched slightly as you covered your hurt with a smile. Mark then continued to make jokes of a similar sort until you suddenly snapped, yelling at him to stop halfway through a sentence. He looked at you in shock, having not expected your sudden outburst at all.

“Woah… What’s got you so touchy?” He asked, not realising he was just digging himself into a deeper hole. “Can’t you take a joke?”

“Yes, I can, but what you’re saying isn't a joke anymore Mark.” You replied, crossing your arms.

“Jeez, okay. No need to bite my head off sis.” Mark raised his eyebrows and muttered quietly to himself.

“Just go back to yelling at a camera for another hour.” You said, still annoyed. Your comment led to Mark turning to face you, this time he was the one looking offended.

“Sorry, what?” He questioned. From there on your previously light-hearted conversation turned into a full-blown yelling match between the two of you, getting beyond the point of reason. After a good half an hour you decided to end it and give you both time to cool off by turning around a walking out of Mark’s apartment, ignoring his mocking calls. As you walked down the pavement your anger slowly turned into tears and you soon found yourself with very damp cheeks in an empty park a few streets away. You texted your friend, asking if you could stay with her for a bit before making your way to her house, ignoring all of Mark’s texts and calls, knowing that the two of you needed some space after your fight.

You spent the next few days at your friend’s house, still ignoring Mark, until you decided to test the waters between you and your twin, walking back round to his house and tentatively knocking on the door. You heard footsteps approaching and saw a messy-haired Mark standing in the doorway. The two of you made eye contact before he pulled you into a tight embrace, whispering “I’m sorry” to you. You sighed and replied “Me too”, knowing that neither of you could spend too long apart or angry at each other after being so close for all your lives.

When you pulled away you stepped inside and sat down on his sofa. A mischievous glint entered your eyes as you grinned at your brother.

“You ready to get recked at Mario Kart?” You challenged, an expression matching yours appearing on his face and he quickly set up the game and sat next to you.

“Oh you're so on.”

Vidcon

Vidcon was coming up soon and you got an email asking if you wanted to go on a panel with Jack, Mark and Felix to play some games and answer some questions. You agreed immediately and soon tweeted out that you were on the panel, causing your fans to lose it. Little did you know, your fans weren't the only ones who were freaking out, Jack and Mark were setting up to record together over Skype when they found out and they were instantly terrified that they were going to embarrass themselves or make you hate them, whilst also being insanely excited. You were Y/N, the Y/N who had recently hit 23 million subscribers on her YouTube channel and now they were going to be on the same stage as you. Neither of them nor Felix had ever met you so they had no idea how you would react to them, whether you would like them or find them obnoxious and loud. The idea of being hated by someone with almost as many subscribers as the two of them combined was horrifying.

They spent the next month planning with Felix what to do at the panel, eventually settling on playing Cards Against Humanity and doing a Q&A, hoping you would like what they had come up with. To tell the truth, they were getting too worried, you were really looking forwards to meeting them and doing the panel but they kept imaging the worst.

Eventually Vidcon came around and you were backstage getting your microphone set up when the other three arrived together. You were talking to some of the crew, so you didn't notice them arrive until you heard the head technician call them over, causing you to turn around. They froze in place, even Felix, waiting anxiously as you looked them over. When a big grin spread across your face they all relaxed and after introductions and a few minutes of talking they realised they had nothing to worry about. The four of you bounced off each other on stage and had a great group bond and entertainment level. It was as if the four of you had been friends for years, although they were surprised when you schooled them at Cards Against Humanity.

After the show you exchanged numbers with the others and all hung out at parties and explored the city together, as well as spending what little downtime you had at the convention together, resulting in a lot of Snapchat and Instagram videos and a ridiculous amount of selfies (mostly stupid ones). Safe to say, the four of you would be requesting to be on a panel again next year and filming loads of videos together, the new found friendship being one to last a lifetime.

Habaneros

You and Mark were at home with your friends Jack and Felix visiting you whilst they were in LA for a convention. They decided to film a few videos in their spare time and one of those idiots decided it would be funny to do challenges involving habaneros. After a bit of convincing, you went out and quickly picked up a bag of dried habaneros and four small bottles of milk from the shop whilst they set up the cameras and lights in the living room. They all sat down and you sat yourself on a stool behind the camera, letting them do their thing. Mark did his introduction and the three of them explained what they were about to do. You tried not to laugh as they all held the small red death vegetables in their hands with looks of regret, glad you had put down a towel to cover the floor as they held their small milk cartons in their other hands.

“Ready?” Mark asked, the three of them exchanging nervous glances before he started a countdown. “3…2…1…Go.” They all put a habanero in their mouths and you watched in amusement as their faces contorted into expressions of pain, soon followed by multiple swear words being shouted in various languages, making you glad you had closed the windows before they started. Jack started chugging the milk, Felix was still shouting with tears in his eyes and Mark was pouring the contents of his bottle over his face, occasionally making eye contact with you, a desperate look of pleading clear in them. Mark managed to get out his outro before you stopped the recording, bursting out into laughter the second you did so, earning you death stares from the three milk-covered boys. When they calmed down you were still grinning in amusement until you saw the shared look of mischief on their faces. You looked at the boys suspiciously, your face falling when you saw what they were doing. They were moving towards you, the almost empty bag of habaneros in Mark’s hand.

“No.” You said, moving towards the door, trying to escape them. “Don’t you dare. I warn you, I bite.” Mark surged towards you and picked you up, leaning away from your flailing limbs, Felix laughing and Jack filming the whole event. Mark dropped you on the couch and you accepted defeat, catching the small pepper Mark threw to you.

Before putting the pepper in your mouth, waiting for the pain to start. And oh, did the pain start. In an instant you felt like your insides were on fire and your eyes started watering as you desperately reached out for the last bottle of milk, unintelligible noises coming out of your mouth. You glared at the three boys who were laughing their asses off whilst downing the milk, Jack still filming you as you shouted insults and curse worlds at them and life.

“Just so you know, I hate all of you and everything you stand for.” You said to the three laughing boys, a smile slowly appearing on your face as you watched them, their faces covered by expressions of pure happiness as you slowly recovered from eating the habanero. Mark came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, trying to make you forgive him.

“Awww I’m sorry babe.” He laughed out as you folded your arms and pouted. “Can you forgive us?” You shook your head, trying to hide your smile.

“Pretty please?” Jack asked as he and Felix slowly moved towards you.

“Wait, what are you guys-” You were cut off by all three boys piling on top of you. “Get off me!” You tried to push them off but got no reaction. “Okay, okay, I forgive you, just let me breathe!” They let out a cheer and you felt their weight being lifted off your chest, allowing you to take a few deep breaths. You let out a small laugh and smiled, watching the three friends goof around with each other.

‘They’re idiots,’ you thought, ‘my idiots.’

D_WI - Ethan Nestor (Crankgameplays)

Requested by Anonymous: Can you do a what dating crankgameplays would be like please I understand if you can’t. 

I sure can, who doesn’t love our blue boy. Also has one swear word but other than that it’s clear. Enjoy!

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- Competing with Chica for his love

- Being in livestreams with him 

- You, Amy and Kathryn being squad goals

 - Hanging out in the office with the others 

- Singing duets with Ethan 

- Pranks until you drop 

- Intense af Mario Kart competitions 

- If you go abroad he would be constantly texting you 

- Counting down the days until you get back 

- Skype every night 

- Being the only person able to keep up with his hyperness 

- The others think you’re all innocent and cute 

- UNTIL 

- You stub your toe on one of the office chairs 

- And out comes the most creative and intense string of swearing they’ve ever hear 

- There’s a shocked silence, then Mark breaks out into a grin 

- “Can we keep her?” 

- So many puns 

- Netflix binging in the evening 

- Regular Harry Potter reruns 

- Piggybacks all day every day 

- Quite a touchy couple 

- Constant hand holding 

- Sometimes it’s the whole hand, sometimes just a few fingers 

- 2 am conversations are a regular occurrence 

- “If you turned into a giant marshmallow and then ate a marshmallow, would it be cannibalism?” “Ethan go the fuck to sleep” 

- A loving smile appearing on his face when he sees you interact with kids 

- Giving each other random dares the whole time 

- Neither of you ever failed a dare 

- That is until you dared Ethan to go a whole week without any form of physical contact with you 

- He didn’t even last two days 

- You now own quite a few of his shirts 

- Cute gifts at every celebration 

- Unsuccessful baking 

- Stopping him from running across the road when there’s a tiny gap 

- Having a minor heart attack every time he does something impulsive and dangerous 

- You’re the wittiest person he knows 

- Being referred to as “Mum and Dad” in the fandom 

- Supporting him in everything he does and vice versa

- Literally the other halves of each other

Where can I buy an Ethan

Almost lost you

Requested by @glorious-idiot : Hi! I have a couple requests that I'll condense into 1 Can I request crankgameplays x reader for kiss prompt #11 or 73 Or for dialogue prompt "You need to be more careful" Thank you💙💙

Here you go babe, sorry it took so long! Hope you like it!

Potential trigger warning for road accidents, nothing serious at all but just though I should warn anyone who may be sensitive to it.

#11 - ‘I almost lost you’ kiss

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It was another sunny day in LA, and the gentle breeze made it the perfect day for you to go out on a bike ride around town, especially since it was one of your first full days off in a long time. Not that you didn’t love your job, of course it was amazing to be able to work with your best friends every day, but a break from being constantly on the go is always welcome in your books. You had managed to find a fairly quiet route through town, going past a dog park without coming across too many people, which only added to your feelings of contentment as you rode smoothly along on your bike with your helmet on that your mother had drilled into your head that you always have to wear “just in case”. Turns out mother really does know best.

You came to a section of the road where the bike lane disappears for a few hundred metres, forcing you to have to merge onto the main road with the cars. Normally that would be fine, and you did all the right checks before moving across. However, the woman pulling out of the side road didn’t do the right checks, assuming that the road would be clear as she was in a bit of a rush. This meant that the front of her car went right into your bike’s back wheel as you almost passed her, sending you spinning off your bike and onto the ground, skidding slightly on the rough surface of the road.

“Oh my god! Holy shit! Oh fuck!” You heard a voice yell, followed by the sound of doors slamming, which only made your head hurts even more than it did from the sudden impact.

“I’m so so sorry! Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay!” The voice said frantically, and you looked up to meet the woman’s eyes. She was very obviously distressed and freaking out even more than you were, even though you were the one who almost got hit by a car for Christ’s sake. You forced a smile and pushed yourself up into a sitting position, wincing slightly from the grazes on your elbows.

“I think I’m alright. You didn’t get me, just the back of my bike, and I had my helmet on so...” you trailed off, glancing at your body and realising that you had actually got very lucky with your injuries, as your grazed arms and legs seemed to be the extent of the damage, since neither the car nor the bike had been moving that fast.

“Are you sure? Oh my god I’m so sorry, I just didn’t see you and then it was too late!” The woman was still panicking, her phone in hand, make you aware for the first time that she had called an ambulance to come and help you.

“Hey, it’s okay, it was an accident, and I’m honestly fine, I promise.” You reassured her, attempting to calm her down, before hearing the wail of sirens getting closer and closer until the ambulance pulled up a short distance from you. The paramedics made their way over to you and brought you back to the ambulance, leaving the woman to continue her small crisis and taking you away to the nearest hospital.

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“I have to say, (Y/N), you are very lucky indeed that the car didn’t hit you head on, otherwise we may be in a very different situation.” The doctor said as both of you stood up, heading for the door so you could go home. All their checks had come back with no serious injuries, leaving you with the advice to just be extra careful for the next few days.

“Thank you very much Doctor, I really appreciate it.” You smiled.

“Not at all, you take care of yourself now!” And with that, you were left to sign a few forms before heading outside the hospital. It was only at that moment that you realised that none of your friends had any idea what had happened to you, and that your boyfriend Ethan would probably be getting worried that you hadn’t replied to his messages. You quickly pulled out your phone and dialled the familiar number.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? Where are you?” Came a rushed response as soon as Ethan had answered his phone, which was only after two rings.

“Babe, it’s okay, I’m fine. Now, don’t freak out, but I’m at the hospital.”

“WHAT?? Holy shit what happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Oh my god are you dying?! What’s going on??”

“Hey, I told you not to freak out!” You joked, hoping to distract from the current situation, but failing miserably.

“Well it’s too late for that now! I’m getting in my car right now, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You sighed gently but smiled to yourself, taking some comfort from the fact that Ethan was on his way. About 10 minutes after the call, you saw a familiar car pull up on the other side of the car park and a very familiar face popped out, eyes darting around trying to find you.

“Ethan!” You called out, waving one arm to get his attention. As soon as he saw you he was running towards you, crossing the distance in an impressively short time. Instantly he started checking over you body for any obvious injuries, babbling on about how he got here as soon as he could and how he should’ve been with you to stop you from getting hurt. At that you gently grabbed his hands with yours, putting a stop to the frantic motion and making him look you in the eyes for the first time since arriving.

“Ethan. I’m fine. Really. And it’s not your fault, it was an accident, it could’ve happened to anyone.” It was then that you noticed the build up of tears in his eyes, tears at the thought that he could’ve lost you that day if everything had happened just a moment earlier or later. You quickly pulled him in for a hug, him clinging to you like you would disappear if he let go and you taking comfort in his presence. After a little while he pulled back, looking you in the eyes again.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again. Please.”

“I won’t. I promise.” At that he gently cupped your face with one hand, the other positioned behind your neck to pull your face up towards his as he leaned down. The two of you met in the middle in a soft but emotion-filled kiss. You arms slowly went up around his neck as he kept your body pressed against his, not caring that you were in public. His only concern was that you were safe and okay and that you weren’t going to disappear in a second. Eventually the two of you separated, but only a short distance, with Ethan pressing your foreheads together gently, the tears still visible in his eyes at such a close range.

“God, I love you so much.” The boy’s words brought a smile to your face in spite of the events of the last day. “Please don’t leave me, if something happens to you again I don’t know what I’ll do.” A few of the tears made their way silently down his face as his eyes roamed your face, taking in every detail. You pulled your boyfriend into another hug, this one less desperate than the last, but the emotion was still there.

“I love you too. And I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”