Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Pancakes (Again)

Mark was in the kitchen dancing around while making pancakes, so you decided to troll him.

You waited until he left the kitchen and you quickly grabbed the pancake mix out of the fridge. Now all you had to do was wait.

"Making pancakes, making bacon pancakes, make some bacon and you put it in a pancake!" Mark sung. You snuck up behind him and opened the bottle, ready to pour.

Poof!

"What the hell?" You scream. Mark had gave you a face full of cream. (Stop it)
"I saw you sneaking in here, so I decided that you deserve a little sweetness in your life."
"But now it's my TURN!" You splash the pancake mix on Mark, making sure to rub it in.

"That feels goooooood..."
"Mark! You ruined my fun! It's not supposed to feel good!"
"Oh really?"

Mark grabs you by the waist, and looks you in the eyes. Even though you two had been friends for a while, you could never look him in the face.

"Hey, look at me."
"No...I can't..."
"But you can rub my chest with pancake batter?"
"...Yes?"

Mark lets out a deep long sigh and tilted his head back. He then met your eyes again, but you still couldn't look him in the eye. His grip tighten on your waist, and so did the tension in the room.

"How long have we been friends (y/n)?"
"Six years...."
"How long have you lived with me?"
"Three years..."
"Technically it was three and a half, but anyway...How long have do you think I've loved you?"

You perked up. Mark was staring straight at you and it was unnerving.

"What do you mean?"(stop singing it)
"(Y/n), I've loved you for seven years. Before we actually even met. All my friends knew you, but I only heard stories about how awesome and caring you are."
"But..."
"Don't ruin the moment (y/n). Just let that soak in."
"Seven years?"
"Seven years. All those uh... "sleep overs" you had with Kyle, I heard about them."

Your face suddenly grew red.

"So you heard about the time when he-"
"Everything." Mark says, staring deep into your soul.

"But Mark...I still can't look you in the eyes. It's just..."
"Then don't. Let your eyes go wherever they please."
"How about they go to those burning pancakes?"
"What??! NO! MY BACON PANCAKESSSSS!"

You laugh at Mark and walk out of the room. You sit on the couch and think about the conversation you two just had.

"Seven years...He loved me...and all the while...I've loved him. What are we going to do?" You say softly.

"Fuck." Mark says coming behind you on the couch.

"What happened?" You ask concerned.

"Nothing. I'm just saying that we should fuck."

"Seven fucking years I've loved you! And now you want to do this shit?"

"I guess fucking is off the table..."

"Mark...Seven years. How did you keep this secret concealed so long? Shouldn't we have a kid together by now?"

"I have no idea. I just thought you didn't love me enough."

You cups Mark face in your hands and kiss him. He still had the pancake batter on him.

"How couldn't I love you Mark?"
"You can prove you love me..."
"How?"
"Some pancake mix fell into my pants..."
"There's some paer towels in the...wait a second. Do you mean..."
"Fuck yeah I do."