One-shots x Reader

Make a Move--Markiplier x Wattpad!Reader

Based off of my other book.

(W/u/n) = Wattpad user name

'Ah, my luv' Mark opens up his wattpad account because he got a new notification from his favorite author, (w/u/n).

Mark opens it to see that she update her 'Ongoing' book. It's basically updates and little stories about her life.

This is Marks main book of hers that he reads. Well, because she updates it daily. Mark has read her 'dailys' for two years now, he practically knows her like his fans know him.

She turns her life into stories, a bad day makes a cranky story, a fun day makes a happy story, a sad day would make a sensitive story.

Mark would often stumble across those sensitive ones. The ones that would be deleted if you didn't read them in time. Those stories are the ones where she'd take a three day break. She posts it one day,  leaves it the next, deletes it the third. Then she'd be back after.

Mark is always one of the first's to read them, he's even stopped recording videos for some. He's even been brought to tears reading some, so Mark stopped recording and did it later.

He'd spend hours a day messaging (w/u/n), always supporting her and cheering her up. Some days she'd come back early and tag Mark in thanks.

It makes Mark feel normal, to be able to chat with her as himself and not a famous person.

They've known each other for three years, and she made her book because her suggested it, so he could get to know her better. And in return, Mark did mini q&as with her. So he knows her, and she knows him.

Though he longed to meet her in person. See how she looks and hear her voice. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have a crush on her.

Mark waits as the little circle popped up in the middle of his screen.

"C'mon wattpad, don't do this to me" Mark whines as it takes forever to load. He mentally cusses out the crappy wifi that he has.

The chapter loads up and Marks eyes race to the title.

'What made the decision...' it said. Marks a bit confused so he starts reading the chapter aloud, it helped him understand better.

"(Y/n) paces in her room impatiently, waiting for her Dad to return home."

Mark can already tell that this is going down hill.

"They said they'd be home half an hour ago, but there isn't any sign of contact from them for atleast two. She picks her phone up once again and diles her fathers number.

'Dad?' She asks the ringing noises, 'Please pick up, please please, please pick up'.
She continues to beg until the beep peirces her ear.

'Hello, this is (D/n), sorry I couldn't pick up, leave me a message and I'll get back to you asap'. The cheery, middle aged mans voice sounds into the silence of the empty home.

'H-hey Dad, please answer your phone, I miss you', (Y/n) whispers to the black mirror. Another beep made her wince, the sharp noise that she's heard too many times before.

Her screen suddenly lights up as a loud ring tone blares through the speakers. The contact shown was her-

'Dad!' (Y/n) answered the phone and sighed. 'I was wondering when you would call me ba-'

'(Y/n) it's me, your Mother'"

Mark remembers how she has a step-mother who lives with them. (W/u/n) is close with her father but dispises her step-mom.