Markiplier x Reader

The trip to Boston

Hey guys. Author here- this chapter features mark's fna f**boys video part 4 and there are some references but if u wanna feel free to go watch that before you read this. It will still most likely make sense if you don't so yeah(btw sorry if there are a lot if spelling errors and stuff i cant really go back and edit well with my ipod so yeah sry)

You wake up to a loud noise. Afraid to move, you glare at your clock, not moving your head. It's 3 am. You hear the noise again, and again, and again. It starts to creep you out more each time you hear it, so you slowly move your arm around under your blankets to find your phone. Once you do, you turn down the brightness all the way, and click on the YouTube app. Once the app was up and running, you begin to scroll down the "Recomended for You" section, and find a Markiplier Happy Wheels Highlights playlist. Hoping it will soothe you, as Markiplier usually does, you close your eyes, and just listen to the video.

"Hello everybody! My name's Markplier ans welcome back to... Happy Wheels!....."

As you begin to doze off, the noise is heard again. You didnt even notice if it had stopped as you were on your phone, and at this point, it wasn't frightening, it was just plain annoying. You track the sound to your window. Throwing back the curtains, you see your neignbors' teenage boys shooting Nerf Guns at your window. You flip them off, using the "Double-Finger-Defense" and return to Happy Wheels. The noise stopped after a couple of minutes, and didnt return.

By now, you were completely restless and couldnt fall back asleep, so you paused the video, turned on your phone's flashlight, and walk downstaris. You head to your kitchen to make a big cup of hazelnut coffee, and to get a snack. As your coffee is brewing, you tap the play button on your video and are taken back out of reality until you turn around to see your coffee was done. You grab the creamer from the refrigerator, and pour in about half the bottle, as well as tearing open a couple of sugar packets and dumping those into your mug. You go to your pantry and ponder what sounds good. You see your giant stockpile of Cheez-Its and remember the day ahead of you.

You were going to meet the one and only Markiplier.

You grab a box of Cheez-Its and walk back up to your bedroom. You begin to think. You would meet Mark, maybe you could become friends, or maybe something even more.....

"What am I saying!" you thought to yourself. You always had thought Mark was very smart, funny, and attractive. but you knew there wasnt a chance of being his and him being yours. There never would be. All you want is to be able to call him a friend, to have him there for you when you need him. Of course, you call him a "friend," like the kind that you know and they will never know you. He was always there for you, over 2,000 videos to choose from to watch when your day wasnt going so well. But, there was that small spark, somewhere deep inside, that kept your imagination going.

By this time, you had totally zoned out, not hearing any of the video from the last 15 minutes, and you decide to rewind it and watch it from there. But, there was no use. You found yourself trapped in your thoughts yet again.

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Your pancakes were almost ready, and you were texting your best friend. She was the one who coordinated to plan of getting you those tickets, She asks about your day so far, and you reply with the truth.

"I am so excited I can barely function right now."

She decides to call you because your conversation was getting long, and she figured it would be easier to talk, rather than type.

"Hey! Long time no see, am i right?"

These were the kinds of jokes you and your friends had, and you had always wished there was someone else you could share these jokes with. Not that you didnt have relatives and whatnot to call or whatever, but you had always wanted someone who would understand you, who would understand your obsessions to people. (You thought Markiplier would be the perfect match, for he probably wouldnt mind your obsession over him...)