*requests are open* There will be male reader. Female reader. Smut. Fluff. Three ways? Blah blah blah. Don't like don't read. Markimoo with appearances from other you tubers!!

This is just a little thing i decided to do after reading @RoseMitch's story "Adopted By Markiplier?"

When Maya runs away from her abusive home life, she runs into Markiplier out on the street! What will happen when he takes a liking to her? Cover by @Killer_Mendes

You moved to LA when you turned 22 to sell your art. You're in an abusive relationship, but you don't know it yet. What will happen when you meet Markiplier? You've never seen his videos before. But maybe he'll make a difference in your life. @quazykatie edited the cover. Thanks so much!

I am bad at descriptions to ill shall say this is kinda love/friendship so enjoy!

You just arrived at your new apartment in L.A. and are waiting for your favorite YouTuber, Markiplier, to upload, but when his videos are late and you hear a crash from next door, you never would have guessed who you're living next to... Romance is blooming, but it isn't all tiny boxes and rainbows. The Internet is a VERY unforgiving place. Especially for a Girliplier...

You are sent to live with a friend of your parents named Mark for the whole summer. You totally don't wanna go and you hate it when you get there. Everything is so awkward between you and him. Even though he's 8 years older than you, later you kind of find yourself falling for him...

"Where the senses fail us, reason must step in"- Galileo Galilei "I can't get away from it now, I'm trapped," I said, pausing for a moment to carefully pick out my words. "And... I... I don't think I want to escape." The psychologist took a moment of silence, shifting his glance from you to the paper on his desk. He lightly took a breath, as to not dishearten me, but I knew. "Alex," he returned his gaze to me, "are you sure? You are an independent woman, and... even though your mother and I are very worried for you, you are entitled to do as you wish." He paused, folding his hands in front on him on the desk, "But as soon as things turn... sour, we can not continue this." "I understand," I say with as much seriousness as I can muster. I stand and grab my bag, heading for the door. "Same time next week?" He asks, shifting in his chair behind me. "Yeah," I say, twisting the doorknob and facing him, "and... thank you, for worrying about me, cousin."