Markiplier x Reader My first story so if it sucks im sorry lol

(MarkiplierXReader) Ranked #4 in Markiplierxreader category! "How could he hurt such a beautiful flower?" he whispered, and it was obvious that he hadn't realized he'd said it out loud before smiling almost sadly. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help." You leaned in towards his hand barley to show that you appreciated the contact before offering a smile of your own. "It's okay, Mark; you're here now. You cheered me up when no one else could. Thank you." He came closer to your face, leaning forward to where he was an inch, if not less, away from your face. He inclined his head and pressed his forehead against yours before you both closed your eyes and just sat there, enjoying each other's reassuring company. "You're welcome."

You've just started your own YouTube gaming channel. You were inspired by your idol, Markiplier. One day you watch one of his videos and he's given you a shoutout! You feel honored just to have him say your name, but will there be more or is your only communication through YouTube videos? Read to find out!! (I promise the actual story will be better than the description. I suck at summing up my stories into a little description box)

When Y/n meets the guy she's been fangirling over for 4 years, she thought nothing could get any better. Well guess what..? Nothing really did get better. "Why me!?" Is the saddest moment for y/n

"Please! Please just remember me! Look in my eyes and tell me you remember!" "She was a good sister." "I didn't get a chance to actually meet you. This is our first official meeting where you are safe." "He cut me off from the world, Mark! From YOU, Mark!" "I can't make any promises that she'll get better... It isn't looking good." "How do you feel about me?" "What's medicine for you is poison for her!" "I was supposed to protect her!" "I wish I had a best friend like that..." "Jack. I really need you to accept this as a promise. You have to. Please..." "If I knew what he did, he wouldn't have lived!" "You got to stop living in the past." "He hit me with a pipe. He kicked me. He hurt me and attempted my murder. Yet, he kept me alive to do it all again." "So? What if I can't change anything from yesterday? I learned. Now, tomorrow will be a different story." "Why are you suppressing everything? Acting like nothing ever happened... That's not okay." "Yeah, maybe I'm not smart. Hell, I'm pretty stupid. You still can't lie to me. Wake up and remind yourself what I experienced won't go away!" "I may be fixed, but you could see all the scars... Everyone can see I was broken. And they know I won't be the same again. But they don't matter. I need you to accept me... If you can't, then..." Mark didn't know. No one did. WARNING: |self harm |domestic abuse |Suicide |Rape |smut (eventually)(Maybe) |serious violence |flying pigs |religion mentioned (background character) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Or triggered... It's all on you. (All art, that I do not claim, are not mine and go to their respective owners) (Requested story by a good friend. I OWE YOU NOTHING AFTER THIS XD)

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!

You were really excited to be flying over to America for IndyPopCon, you couldn't believe you were actually going to get to meet your hero Jacksepticeye. When you met him, things turned out a lot different than you expected.

To be honest, I wrote this when I was inexperienced and just gonna put it out there. This story will contain: -Plot Holes...a lot -Spelling Errors -Grammar Errors -A bunch of feminist sh*t -Very 'Edgy/Emo' protagonist -My cringy emo thirteen year old self venting about some asshole that nobody cares about... Don't read this if you hate cringy shit. And plez be gentle when commenting, I is just a simple koala movin along in life. I like reading and laughing at this, then thinking to myself, "This was written by a younger me that had not discover how GAY I truly was. Wow! I was a depressed straight person." and now I'm a happy gay.