Markiplier + Ego Oneshots

Darkiplier x Reader Will You Be Mine ❤️

Story also posted on my Quotev account:
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You were over at Mark's. It's been about 1 & 1/2 years since you've met him and his egos-not like you didn't know them from his videos-. It was nice to get to know them all personally though, but there's one you really did not hit it off well with, and that would be darkiplier. He's just always so grumpy and mean towards you. Don't get me wrong- it's not like you didn't TRY to get along with him, he just makes it so difficult! 

And there he was in the living room, quite a weird sight actually. Normally he was away from everyone else. Unless he had someone to terrorize that is. 

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear," you said in a very sarcastic tone

"What do you want?" He replied in his usual bland, glitched out tone. He glared at you as you crossed your arms with ✨ extra sass.✨

"Now is that anyway to treat a guest," you said with a fake pouty face.

"If it's you then yes." 

"Wow that's a bit rude." 

"And you're a bit annoying." With that statement you were out.

"Ok, you're being rude again. What have I even done to you?" You questioned, fed up with his attitude he's been giving you ever since you met. It's like he just saw your face and decided he wasn't going to like you, and it frustrated you. In response to what you had said, he just cocked an eyebrow and looked at you. 

"What?" He asked confused at your angry words. 

"You know what? Nevermind," You said before stomping off to the hallway where the guest bedroom resides. Before you got to the room, you accidentally bumped into Wilford. 

"Woah woah, (Y/N)! Where are you going in such a hurry?" He asked in his usual drawl. You stayed silent, not wanting to talk to the trigger happy ego. He sighs at your silence. 

"It's about Damien isn't it?" (He tends to call dark that sometimes don't correct me). Your continued silence answered it all. He then puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Look, I know he can be a bit of a pain sometimes, but he means well. I can assure you of that." You nod in response, and mutter a "Thanks Wil.." He nods back with a "No problem," before happily skipping off elsewhere. With that, you walk to your room, a little more calmed down than before. You weren't really even angry anymore you were just sad. Sad that he really hated you that much, so when you got into your room and locked the door, you started to cry. You knew it was pathetic to cry over this, Dark hated everyone, so this was no reason for you to get so upset over. Although, you did have a thing for the dark entity. 

You decided to look in the mirror that was sitting on the wall. You looked like hell, and you still thought it was so stupid to cry over this. You wanted to fade away, never show your face again, maybe even travel to another country. You were just so ashamed. 

KNOCK KNOCK

You quickly wiped away your tears before responding.

"Who is it," your voice was a little shaky, but you tried to manage it.

"(Y/N) Wilford told me to come talk to you- he said you were upset. He acts like I know how to deal with this stuff.." He tried to mumble/grumble the last part, but you could still hear it. You wanted to let him in, you wanted to talk to him, but you just couldn't. It hurt too much. 

"Not right now dark," you stated tearing up more. You could hear him sigh on the other side of the door. Then suddenly he was in the room.

"Dark!! You can't do that we've talked about this!" You yelled at him. Dark didn't respond, instead he walked closer to you. You stepped back a little, realizing that you've hit a wall. Next thing you know you're being pinned to the wall by Dark. You could tell you were blushing profusely. 

"D-Dark what the hell are you doi-"

"You know...Wil didn't just tell me to come check on you.." He said darkly lifting your chin up to make you look at him. You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off. 

"He told me I should tell you how I feel about you, and believe it or not, I think he may be right."

"...How do you feel about me..?" The room went silent. You could tell you probably looked like a mess with your tear stained face and blood shot eyes. On top of it all your blush probably wasn't getting any better.

"Well..I suppose I could say I love you..I- haven't felt anything like this in a long time. Not since we've turned into-...this." His confession made a few more tears fall down your face. He wipes away those newly fallen tears, and kisses you on the lips. 

When you two break apart he asks, "So tell me dear, will you be mine?"

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