Markiplier One-Shots

You're Drunk

This week was rough to say the least.  Your boss has been on your back, customers yelled at you, and you haven't been able to see Mark because he was asleep by the time you got home.  It was finally Friday and you had enough and needed to unwind.

You went into a bar that you've visited a few times before and ordered some wings: (favorite chicken wings). You've had them a thousand times before, and they never got old. After you lazily finished your last wing, you ordered your first drink and started off with a strawberry daquire. Stupid boss always thinking that I can be two places at once. Inconsiderate assholes that don't... have a soul. With each insult you thought, you took swigs of your drink.

"Oh! This looks interesting!" you smiled, noticing a certain drink: a Long Island Iced Tea. After ordering the acoholic beverage, you propped your head on an arm and watched the football game on the TV. You weren't much for football, but at least it was something to watch. Your waiter came by with your drink and you thanked him with a quick smile and took a sip. "Damn this is strong!"

Taking your time on the drink, it slowly began to work it's magic. You could slowly feel yourself start to relax and a smirk spread across your lips. You couldn't remember much of the bar, but you do recall someone asking you to leave and you pouted like a little kid. Eventually, you were able to figure out where your Uber app was and finally got a ride home.

"Thank you fer the riide~." You cooed at the kinda cute driver. He put on an awkward, but polite, smile and replied curtly, "You're welcome."

The man drove off quickly and you stumbled up the steps to where you and Mark lived. Fummbling with the keys, the door suddenly disappeared from view.

"Whoa! Where'd the door go~?" You gasped. Then you saw Mark's legs and looked up at him, his arms crossed and his face screwed into a slight scowl. You smiled innocently and laughed, "Hey~~ Markimoo~~~."

"Are you drunk?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Pfft! No~~~," you chortled. Mark sighed and led you inside and up to where you two shared a room. You flopped onto the bed, your arms flung above your head, chuckling. Mark turned to grab some of your pajamas and you alread started to get undressed. With an evil smirk, you hugged Mark from behind in just your undergarments and sighed, "You're such a good boyfriend. I love you, you know that?"

"I know." Mark smiled, trying to hide his blush. He quickly put your pajamas over you before he couldn't control himself anymore and tucked you under the covers. You had a blush permanently on your face from the alcohol, but the smile on your face was completely content and Mark kissed your forehead goodnight.

Just before he left the bedside, you reached out quickly for his shirt. He looked back at you as you were leaning out of the bed with wide, innocent eyes and you looked down a little as you mummbled something.

"What was that (Y/n)?"

"Can you...?"

"What?"

"Can you stay with me? I don't wanna be alone..." you mumbled. Mark blushed at how cute you were being and immediately got changed into some pajama pants and took off his shirt. He got underneath the covers and you shuffled onto his warm chest. Mark wrapped his arm around you and carassed your back. Sighing happily, you played with Mark's chest hair and felt his chest shake as he laughed at your tickling.

Mark tapped your shoulder and whispered, "Go to sleep (Y/n)."

You grumbled, but complied as your conscienceness slowly faded away. Needless to say, you weren't exactly in the best state the next morning.

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Hello everybody! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in so long. I just haven't had time to get around to writing my stories, but I'll try to be better about it from now on. Also I know this one is kinda short, but I'll have more stories out soon ;3

Hope you all have a lovely day!