One-shots x Reader

My Smallest Fan- Markiplier x Orphan! Reader

(Author insert- I hope you don't mind!)

Little (Y/n) sat outside the office dangling her little footsies. She could hear mumbles from inside, but she found none of them to be bad.

'She's too caught up with being online for a five year old.' Or

'She thinks this stranger is more of a father to her than I am, and I'm her real Dad.' Or

'Please take her, we can't live with such a child quite like this.'

A kind lady stuck her head out and saw said 5 year old waiting patiently, trying to whistle and being all adorable like.

Spit-bubbles popped like the time ticked on the clock above head. The lady sighed and walked back in.

'I'll need you to sign her Mr and Mrs/Mss (Names)'

You heard your phone vibrate, startling you and making you giggle. You reached into your pocket and pulled it out, seeing a notification from Markiplier made you so excited.

You unlocked your phone and opened youtube, to see that it says.....

'I can't read.'

You wait out the ad anyway and hear Mr. Mark say his intro. When he says Hello you reply with your own greeting and wave at the screen.

He says that he's going to adopt. You had no idea what that was but he seemed happy but nervous at the same time.

So you went down to the comments and typed in:

'Plees do no be scaryed!'

And you were bored of him chatting so you looked through the chat to see hearts and long messages. That always mean something deep happens.

You dangle your legs a little more and drop your phone, so you pushed off the chair and plopped onto the floor, landing on your knees. You brush the small bits of dust off your palms and pick your phone up.

Just then you hear Mark say he's interested in getting a- suddenly the door for the office swings open and catches your attention. Your father swoops down and pulls your phone from your hands. You huff and put up a fight but he did take it.

He looks at the screen, scoffing when he sees Mr. Mark and swiping it away, mumbling to your mother about this 'being the right choice'.

Your mother kneels down and pushes a hair out of your face, giving a sympathetic smile.

"Boo, anything you want to say to your Dad?" You look up at your Dad, he has the classic 'one chance' look on his face.

"Hey Dad....'" You smile at him, his lips at sealed shut but his eyes speak differently. You could see slight tears in his eyes.

"Can I have my phone?" You hold out your hand, but with a harsh glare and a smack across the face tells you that that wasn't what he wanted to hear. How are you supposed to know, you're only 5?

Your Dad grabs your mothers hand and drags her out. She blows you a kiss but all you can do is hold the red side of your face.

You turn and see your reflection on a drinking fountain across the narrow halls. You see the hand mark and the tears....

'The smack looks like a warfstache.....The smack looks like a warfstache!!!'

You laugh and touch your face, it stings but you don't give a flying dolphin poop cookie!

You turn around and see the lady, she has a look of utter shock on her face as she watches the two other adults walk away.

"Hey....little (Y/n)." She can't seem to catch her breath so you walk over and grab her hand, she takes it and walks with you down the hall. To your new room.