(I'm so sorry for the lack of updates, and if you don't do the Christmas I'm sorry. I do, I'm just basing it off my experiences)
Off in the distance Mark was howling with his beloved dogs whilst you sat in the spare bedroom wrapping gifts for the YouTubers with Chica. The Golden Retriever lay peacefully next to the rolls of paper with tongue lolling out to the side. She chew on her new squeaky toy groggily, it was quite early in the morning for anyone to be up. Hopefully we wouldn't get any complaints for Mark and his barking companion.
"(Y/n), come sing with us!" Mark cheered from the hall coming closer to the room with sacred items strewn everywhere. The footsteps bouncing off the walls as you hastily retie your robe strings, and push all of the presents together. Before he could turn the knob you stood in front of the door waiting.
"Eggnog?" his bright, rosy cheeks and pearly smile lit up the room by itself, and you had to give in.
"I'll take a flask." you joke pushing past him to pat the head of the canine sitting next to him, possibly begging for you to join as well.
"You're not 21 yet, girl." Mark hugs you when you stand again. It was a warm embrace, perfect for Christmas, and just as welcoming as the first. "You are 18 though. Merry Holidays, (Y/n).'
(So short tho XD)
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Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)
FanfictionAs an orphan since second grade you knew your way around town. Since your parents were rich fools, and bought you whatever you want, you already had a phone and a laptop. Ever since you got your own room in the orphanage you watched YouTube like it...
