Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

* At Le Fudge Shoppe

You were eighteen while Mark was only one year older than you.

You two were walking down the street about to go to a fudge shop. It was Matthias's birthday tomorrow, and you wanted to get him some fudge for his birthday. Mark kept protesting against your decision, but you didn't care. Matthias was getting fudge. Period.

"Little Lucy's Fudge shop. Here we are. Mark, doesn't it smell yummy in here?"
"Sure."
"I'll buy you some fudge if you stop acting grumpy and poopy."
"Why would you buy flavored poop for a poopy man?"
"Cause he's my poopy man."

"Excuse me? Can we please ask you to stop saying that word in our shop? It's kinda bad for our business..." A kind lady ask you.
"I'm so sorry. Uh, yeah we'll stop."
"Stop what (y/n)?"
"Saying that p word."
"Oh. Gotcha."

You browse all the different flavors and varieties of the fudge.
"Hell no."
"What?"
"They have Garfield flavor."
"Mark...that's orange cream, or something like that."
"I wonder if it tastes like lasagna..."
"You have a very wonderful imagination. Ask for a sample and see for yourself."

You see Mark receive a toothpick with a tiny sliver of the fudge. He eats it and a look of excitement spreads across his face.

"This taste like heaven! I'm going to Instagram it...selfie!"

You lmao as you watch Mark pose with every employee and a piece of fudge. You knew that right after he posted the pictures you'd only have five minutes to shop.

But guess what? You never even bought Matthias the fudge.

Because while Mark was taking pictures you realized that Matthias didn't like fudge. That's what Mark was trying to tell you, but you didn't listen.

And they say that men don't listen well.
(They don't....just stating facts)

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(But there is about ¼ of the guys that will, I promise)