YouTuber egos x reader (oneshots and preferences)

Mark x child reader || my little biscuit (rewrite)

This was requested by nobody.
I never saw anyone do this really... and I think the idea of Mark being a dad is adorable. <3

I just needed to fix this because I genuinely hate how I put he/she-

My headcannon for Dadiplier:
Mark hides his egos from (Y/n), he wants to hide all of them until (Y/n) turn into a teenager. He thinks they'll be ready by then.

Warnings: cussing.
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NARRATOR'S POV:

Mark woke up to small hands lightly slapping his chest. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes to see his child, (Y/N), slapping his chest.

"Daddy, wake up-" They whispered to me. "What is it, biscuit?" Mark asks his child, calling them the nickname he gave em'. "I'm hungry.." (Y/N) quietly said. Mark sat up and looked at his 6 year old child.

He chuckles and pats their head as he gets off his bed. Mark stretched a bit after getting out of bed.

He looked at the clock, it's 4: 29AM. He gave his child a look and asked, "why do you want breakfast now?"

You looked at him and said, "I'm really hungry.." Mark sighed. (Y/N) stares at their dad as they start walking out of his bedroom, to the kitchen.

"Okay Biscuit, what do ya want to eat?". Mark asked as he looked through the cereal cabinet. "Cheerios!" (Y/N) almost yelled out happily. Mark chuckled at his adorable child.

His little biscuit has been with him sense he had found them. They were only a small infant when he found them, they could barely even crawl.

But that story is for another day... Right now Mark is making breakfast for his little biscuit. He poured the Cheerios into the little bowl and put some milk into it for them.

He noticed that (Y/N) was watching him make her cereal. Mark got a spoon, he grabbed the bowl, walked to the kitchen table, and put it down on the table.

You jumped with joy about breakfast. Mark looked at you and giggled. They then ran to the table and got on top of the chair.

Mark walked back to his room to change his clothes, he can't just go back to bed with (Y/N) awake.

He knows not to do that because he did once, they had sprained her arm by falling off a chair trying to get the marshmallows in the top cabinet.

It was terrifying for Mark to wake up to his little biscuit crying and screaming his name...

He looked in his dresser for a suitable shirt to wear. He found a baby blue collard shirt, and some black pants.

He closed his door to prevent (Y/N) seeing  him change his clothes. Mark started to change his clothes.

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I finish my cereal. I start to look around for my dad after you finished your breakfast.

You don't know he's changing. I get off the chair, grab my bowl and start to head towards the sink. You can hear the plates and bowls in the sink clank together.

I walk to my dad's room and knock on his door. "Yes biscuit?" I hear him say. "I'm done"

I can hear him rustle around in his room before he opens the door. He's wearing different clothes. I giggle, my dad just looks at me.

"What?" He smiles. You point at his head. "Your hair's messy!" I giggle. Mark just laughs and picks you up.

"That's because you woke me up this early" your dad tells you as he kisses your temple softly. I giggle.

Mark starts walking into the living room, still holding me in his arms. "Wanna watch a movie?" Daddy asked me. "Yeah!" I almost yelled out.

He giggles a bit before he sits down and grabs the remote. He flips through a few channels and finds that 'The LEGO Movie' is on one of them.

He tosses the remote after turning the movie on. You hug your dad's arm as you two watch the movie. As the movie played, you laughed at a few moments.

And you laughing made your dad laugh. Almost every time Mark hears you laugh, he laughs as well. That was one of his small quirks.

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Mark found himself watching a few kiddy commercials, not even noticing that you were asleep on his arm. That is until he felt your breathing on his arm is when he looked at you.

He was surprised.

You usually stay up later than this. You barely fall asleep while watching something with your dad. Mark picks you up from the couch and gets off it.

He quietly kisses your forehead while holding you in his arms. He started walking in the direction of his room, his alarm was probably about to go off though...

He goes into his room and slowly closes the door, avoiding waking you up. Mark sets you on the bed and tucks you in. He looks at his alarm, it's 5:57AM. "Damn it.."

he whispers to himself. His alarm is gonna go off soon... He then looks at (Y/N). You were sleeping peacefully. Mark just climbed in bed and laid there, staring at the ceiling.

He eventually found himself slowly falling asleep. He just looked at his small child and pet their (short/long) hair. He smiles.

"Goodnight, my little biscuit.." Mark softly whispered.