My Little Biscuit. (Markiplier x Reader)

Chapter One: Age doesn't matter, it's just number?

Have you ever heard of a quote that is 'Age doesn't matter, it's just a number.' Well... What it means was... "The heart wants what the heart wants" is a cliché that couldn't be more accurate. We truly can't help with whom we fall in love. Love doesn't care if someone is older or younger, but we certainly do.

Society holds a negative stigma regarding age differences, which causes people to obsess over it. And, that is why when we start developing feelings for people outside of our age brackets, we think our feelings are wrong.

We often put up walls and flee for the mountains, but before shutting the door on the chance at love, think about your potential lover's maturity level.

If you both are on the same level of maturity, don't let the attached age number cloud your decision.

So yeah... Well... I'm in love with a Youtuber... A gamer Youtuber... And I'm only 18... Ands he's 26. And the Youtuber is... Markiplier. Mark Edward Fischbach. The one with 8 million subscribers. And I'm still surprised that he doesn't have a girlfriend, ever since he started YouTube. And I know you guys may say that I'm a 'Stalker' or 'Creepo' but, I watched his videos ever since, he started.

Now, let me tell you a love story. About me and The Almighty Markiplier.

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It was the day, the day to move to Los Angeles in California. I just moved out of the one-story house, that was in Oregon state. The neighbors were being bitches to me, for no goddamn reason. So, I'm glad that I moved out of that house! So, in Los Angeles. I'm going to live with my mother, and we're going to live in a skyscraper. Full of apartments. It's like, a beehive. I don't know why, I just get weird ideas.

Me and my mother took boxes full of materials, clothes, consoles, books, and other stuff that's in your house. And 2 men helps us put furniture, drawers, beds, and tables into our apartment. I gotta say. We have a huge apartment. After we got everything in the apartments, we began to take a break. Everything was unorganized in the apartment.

I sighed tiredly and walked into the kitchen. I got onto the kitchen counter, dangling my legs and used my arms to help me hold my body up. I suddenly heard a man shouting from the other side of the wall. "AGH! Ow! God fucking dingus dammit!"

Could it be? No... It couldn't! It could be someone else that sounds like him. Or... Could it be him? Oh well, let's check what's going over there.

I hopped off the kitchen counter, went over to the door, "Hey Ma! I'm going to... Umm... Walk around! Getting some fresh air!" I shouted and left the apartment. I went to the other apartment. That is next to our apartment. I went over. Knocked on the door, 3 times, gently. The door opened. Just a crack. I saw an chocolate brown eye, peeking through the crack. "Umm... Hello sir... I heard you... Yelling at the other side of my wall..." I put my hands behind my back, my fingers were tangling together. I bit my bottom lip, gently. I do that... 'Cause I'm shy.

The man widened the door. He has black short scruffy hair, kinda has a beard, and he's wearing glasses. He has his palm on his forehead on the right side, "Sorry, I was trying to fix my computer under my desk. And I hit my forehead against the bottom of my desk." He chuckled, rubbing his forehead.

I stared at him and stayed quiet, for the long distance. It is really him. "You must be the new neighbor that just moved in, right next door?" He smiled warmly and fold his arms, looking down at me. I was still speechless. All I could do is nod. "I'm Mark, Mark Fischbach," he held his hand out, for a handshake. I slowly grabbed his hand, and shook it, "(Y-Y/N)..." The warmth of his hand, made chills crawl down my back. Mark took his hand away, "Umm... Do you need any help over at your new apartment?"

"Actually... Yes, I do need help. I'm living with my mother, and she's 38. She has back problems. So yeah, our apartment is completely unorganized. And all scattered around." I chuckled nervously. "Alright, I'll be over there in a minute," Mark smiled once more and closed the door. I went over to my apartment. I saw my mother, passed out on the sofa chair. I went over to the sofa couch. Grabbed a pillow, put it over my face. Then, let all the fangirling system out. I threw the pillow off my face and waited till Mark come over.

I suddenly heard 3 soft and gentle knocks on my front door. I scrambled over to my door and quickly opened the door and saw, the handsome, only... Markiplier. He put his fingers through his own black short scruffy hair and looked around the inside of the apartment. "Yeah... I know, it's a mess... It's like a tornado came over and crashed a party..." I kinda laughed and look up at Mark. He walked inside and analyzed the whole apartment. "Tsk... Definitely..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

~Time Skip~

Me and Mark, both plop down on the couch sofa, all tired out. As soon as my mother woke up. She stood up and directly looked at Mark, "Who's this young man?" "Mom, meet Mark. Mark, meet my mom. (Mom's name)." I smiled. Mark got up. Went over to (M/N). "It's a pleasure to meet you." Mark and (M/N) did a handshake. "Well, I better get going. I'll see you around later, Biscuit." He smiled warmly at me and walked out of the apartment. I was watching him walk away. 'Did he gave me a nickname!? Biscuit!?' I thought to myself, smiling. Non-stop.

"You guys will be a great couple!" Mother smiled sweetly. My smile faded away and my eyes widen a bit. "MA! We just met! Plus, he's 26 years old!" I looked over at her, with a inch of blush across my face. "I know! But, age doesn't matter. It's just a number." Mother gave me a serious face. 'Age doesn't matter, it's just number?' That quote kept repeating in my head, over and over again. "Your dad was 48." She went over to me and placed her hand on my shoulder. "...I know... He passed away when I was born...." I took her hand off my shoulder and slowly walked to my bedroom, "don't remind me of dad..." I said as I closed the bedroom door.

"Someday... You two will be in love..." She sighed and had a warm smile upon her face, "Someday..."