Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Changing The World

When Mark made the video Changing the World, a few of the fans asked him to listen to certain songs.

One song was called One Man Change the World. You and him sat on the couch as the song played from his phone.

But you already knew the song and you tried to stop yourself from singing along.

"And when you get it all just remember one thing, remember on thanggg..."

"One man can change the worlddd..."

You stare at Mark as if he had turned into a zombie. He actually sang the song...in that sexy ass voice too.

"I didn't know you could sing Mark."
"I didn't know you couldn't."
"Hey, chill out. I sing because I like to, not because I'm good."
"I kinda like this song. Who is it by?"
"Uh.." You closed your eyes and thought about the artists. You always forgot one of them.

"Big Sean, John Legend, and er...Chris Brown? Wait no. Kanye West."

"It didn't sound like a Chris Brown was in there anyway."
"Hmf."

"But I seriously believe that if every person in the world just attempted to help a handful of people, that'd be the most awesome thing ever."

"I agree. I mean, I was raised up to be a selfish little brat. But I never took to those qualities, I've always been too helpful...does that make sense?"

"So basically the people around you didn't really like to do more for the community, but you where the opposite?"

You kissed Mark on the cheek and pointed to him.

"Exactly."

You got up off the couch and walked to the bathroom. Walking into the bathroom, you look at the door and laughed, remembering Mark's New Home Tour. You never actually opened the door and saw what was inside.

But this was that day. You reached out for the handle.

Out of the blue, Mark ran in front of the door and pushed you out of the way.

"NU! CRAZED BUTT STABBERS!!"

You gave him a "pls staph" look as you reached for the door again.

"(Y/n), just please walk away and forget about this closet.."
"I so totally don't think so. Lemme see."

Mark facepalmed and stepped to the side. You mentally prepared yourself for what was behind that door.

"It better not be some type of BDSM equipment Mr. Fischbach."

"Much worst.."

You stepped back and looked at him.

"What could be worst than BDSM equipment that my boyfriend hiding from me?"

He opened the closet door and turned around to face you.

"These."

"WHY DIDN'T I GET TO SEE THIS CLOSET SOONER?! I FUCKING LOVE THESE THINGS!"

"So you don't wonder why a 26 year old has a fudging closet full of these?"

"Omg Mark, they are so cute. I want all of them." Your face grew serious at the last part.

"Sure, under one condition."

You grabbed about five beanie babies and squeezed them tight.

"What is it? I'll do anything for these sexy little creatures."

"Meet me in my room in five."

"Can they watch?"

"No...that'd be just plain creepy."

"Just kidding Mark...did you really think I'd let them see us?"

"Well...."

"That was one time and I totally forgot i was recording, plus I edited it out. Forget about it."

"I'll be waiting."

He grabbed your ass and walked out of the room. You blushed and noticed how hard he grabbed.

"Hope you guys cover your ears..." You closed the closet and walked into Mark's bedroom.

He was laying in the bed in his briefs and socks, waiting for you.

"Times like this I wish I had BDSM equipment." Mark said laying on top of you, slowly undressing himself.

"Why?"

"So I wouldn't have to stop when-"

"Shh...just work your manly magic."

"Oh trust me, I will."