Becoming a Plier (Markiplier x reader) [On Hold]

Chapter 13: A Moment That A Father And Daughter Might Experience

Quick a/n. For this story, I wrote out the first 40 chapters on paper.Anyways, I got bad news. I have a condition that will make it hard for me to take time to type them all out in a short amount of time, which is called Laziness. There is some good news though. I have just started on a Darkiplier X Reader fanfiction and I only wrote down the first five chapters, giving me a chance to type as I come up with the story. So, when I start to publish that story, you might be able to read it while waiting for me to overcome my procrastination. Please enjoy the story. P.S., I will not publish any author's note without a story to go with it. To me, it seems like a tease. Oh and Happy Mother's Day!

By the time 12:30 rolled around, you were still playing Minecraft and playfully bickering with Mark on what you should build next. Your stomach then let out a growl, interrupting Mark. "Well, excuse me Mrs. Tum Tum!" You laughed at how unexpectedly load and out of nowhere his comeback was. Once you had finished he got up from his chair. "You want me to get you some soup?" He asked. "Sure" you replied. When he left, you realized how tired you were. How can I be tired? I slept most of yesterday. AH CREEPER! you managed to escape before it exploded. For some reason, you didn't have any armor on, so you sprinted to your house. Once inside your drowsiness was getting unbearable. "No, I can't sleep now. I have to-" You fell asleep. With no dreams, you listened to the sounds in your house. It was not until you heard a bowl being gently placed on your desk that you came to. "M-Mark" you said as you came out of sleep. "Heh heh, looks like someone is sleepy.' Hearing him say the word 'sleepy' triggered  you become more alerted. "I'm not sleepy" you said, sitting up straight. Before you knew it, Mark was helping you out of your chair and took you to your room. He tucked you into your soft covers. "Mark, I'm not tired." you said as you tried to sit up. Mark, once again tucked you back in and then sat on your bed. "So if you weren't tired," he started to say with his questioning face, "Why were you drooling on your desktop. Oh please. I do not drool.you thought. However, just to be safe, you put a hand up to your chin and felt dry spit. I thought he was joking! With this, you had accepted the fact that you were, in fact tired. But now, you couldn't fall asleep. You tossed and turned a few times and then just gave up when you were on the side, facing the wall. "Argh" you say softly. Now what should I do? "Uh, y/n?" you heard Mark ask. "What is it Mark?" you said in a tired tone "May I see if I can help you sleep?" He sounded a little shy, though you did not notice it. "Sure" I wonder what he means. The next moment, you noticed that there was movement on your back.You looked back at Mark to see him rubbing your back and wearing a warm yet careful smile. You were too sleepy to fangirl hard at the moment. You were about to rest your head on the pillow when you saw Mark take out his phone. He could tell that you were about to say something. "Shh. It's ok. I'm just recording a video and I'll make sure not to get you in it." You put your head on the pillow as you think I wonder what he will record. To your surprise, he began singing a lullaby.Not just any lullaby though. It was the exact one that your father sang to you when you were sad or afraid as a child. A flow of happy memories flooded your mind. He died a few years ago but whenever you heard this song, you felt safe. Now, Mark Fischbach was singing it to you. This, along with the back rubbing, caused you to drift back to sleep. Your last conscious thought was the last time that you received a warm hug from your dad.