Markiplier Egos x Reader

Pecan Pie-King of the Squirrels x Reader

It was currently October. That meant many things. And one of those things meant pie. Baking was one of your favorite hobbies to do in your spare time. You always had to do it when Wilford was out doing something somewhere else, otherwise, he would try to steal small bites of what you were making.

You were in the kitchen, currently looking through a small cookbook for a pie recipe that you wanted to make. Finally, you came across a recipe for pecan pie. Pecan pie was good, so why not make it?

Getting out the ingredients you didn't hear someone enter the kitchen and quietly walk over to the counter with the cookbook on it. Turning around you almost had a heart attack.

"Jesus, King, you almost scared me half to death!"

"Oh, I'm sorry (y/n)! I didn't mean to! What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm baking a pie."

"What kind of pie?"

"A pecan pie. If you want King, you can help me make it." Upon hearing those words, King's eyes lit up with joy and excitement.

"Really?!"

"Yeah, I might need some help anyway." Getting the rest of the ingredients, you went to look in the cookbook what the first step was.

"Okay, we have to preheat the oven to 350 F. So I'll do that. How about you start rolling out the dough. Make sure you use a little flour so that it doesn't stick to the counter."

"Okay." Walking over to the oven, you set to the correct temperature. Looking over you noticed that King was almost finished. Grabbing the pie plate, you walked over.

"Okay, King, I think that'll do."

"Did I do it wrong?" King looked like he thought he had genuinely ruined the dough.

"No, it's ok. You did a good job King!" After putting the pie in the pie-pan, you went to the fridge to grab some butter and then grab a small bowl to melt it in. Quickly doing everything else, it was time to put the pie in the oven.

"Okay, now we just have to wait for it to cook."

"Yay! You know, I've never really cooked anything before. The other egos won't let me near any of the appliances."

Looking over at King, you noticed he was looking at the ground. You felt bad for him. People usually didn't consider he was an ego. Sure, he appeared in Markiplier TV, but he wasn't one of the well-known egos.

"Hey King, if you want, anytime I cook something I'll let you help me." Almost immediately King looked up at you. He was so happy. He wasn't really allowed to anything.

"Do you really mean that (y/n)?"

"Of course I do King, your an ego just like the others."

"Thank you, (y/n)!"

*Ding*

Holy crap! That oven scared the crap out of you. Walking over to the oven, you grabbed an oven mitt and opened it. Grabbing the pie pan, being careful not to burn yourself, you walked over to set it down gently on the countertop.

"Okay, now we have it let it cool down."

After waiting around 20-30 minutes, doing nothing but watch TV, you walked back into the kitchen to check the pie, with King right trailing right behind you.

"Okay, I think it's safe to eat it now. Want to try some King?"

"Sure!" Grabbing a plate and the pie server, you cut a slice of pie and set it down on the plate.

"Here you go, King! I hope it tastes okay." Grabbing the plate from your hands, King picked up the pie and took a pretty big bite. You were nervous, you didn't want him to hate it.

"It's okay if you don't like it, King, it probably doesn't taste that great."

"This taste amazing, (y/n)!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! I love it!" Smiling up at KIng you noticed that there was a little piece of pie on his cheek. Without hesitation, you leaned forward and wiped it off with your thumb. You brought it up to your lips and gently licked it off. Looking over at King you noticed he was blushing really hard.

"Like something you see?"

"W-What?"

"You know King you deserve a reward for helping me bake this pie. It wouldn't have been as fun doing it by myself."

"A reward? Like what?"

Leaning forward you gently pecked his lips. After, a couple seconds King lightly kissed back. Moving away from each other, you each looked into each other's eyes. You lightly smiled at King and he smiled back. Looking down, King realized something.

"You have peanut butter on your face now."

Bringing your hand up to your face you wiped some peanut butter off your chin.

"It's okay. I still love you, King."

"I love you too, (y/n)!"