Markiplite Stories

MADE BY LIXIANHUB ON INSTAGRAM: FOLLOW ME! What the fuck lol, take these serotonin fuel shit. Features some parodies and weird gags. Play audio for best!

The daily life of Markiplier fans everywhere. Pure comedy. MADE FOR MARKIPLITES EVERYWHERE. Go check me out on youtube Agent Stealth

Hi this is my first story I've ever put online. if I have any mistakes in my writing i will get to them as soon as possible. Oh, absolutely no smut in this story if you looking for that this story isn't for you but on the bright side if your younger its safe. And with that lets start!->

We need to win the Fandom Awards! I know we got this!!

Your name is (Y/N) and you are 19 years old. One day when you are totally bored, Your best friend introduces you to a Youtuber named Markiplier.

Your car broke down. It's very late, but one house in particular has it's lights on. Boy, do you wish you never went in there.... READ TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS

This is just a compilation of my favorite quotes of Mark Fischbach on his youtube channel, "Markiplier". Feel free to request any quotes that you'd like to appear in this book. ^-^ These may be hilarious or serious. He has a sh!t-load of amazing quotes, anyway, hahah.

A Markiplier fanfic First one of him so yeah...

Struggling through life in an abusive relationship, Kelly's whole world is flipped upside down when she meets Mark Fischbach (a.k.a Markiplier) in a coffee shop. Find out how he helps her through this crazy thing called life in "Save Me" a Markiplier fanfiction.

Simple one shots, with Markiplier maybe smut if wanted?

When Jessie was 14 years old she met a boy named Mark in her hometown, Cincinnati, Ohio. They were the best of friends up until she was 16 years old and moved out to Ontario, Canada with her family. She completely forgot about Mark by her 18th birthday. When she turned 25 she moved out to L.A to become a singer, but what she didn't know was that Mark lived there too, in the same apartment building, and what was even weirder was that they didn't even recognize each other until a long time after they start hanging out again.

It's your senior year of high school, your new neighbor turns out to be your new engineering teacher, Mr. Fischbach. You and your friend Juloa are into him, but how far will it get? How close can you get to him? Find out in 'Your #2' \\well now that that's over, like the pun? #2? Like a pencil! Lol, I'm terrible. But not as bad as Sans!!//

Marks alone. His fans have gone. Vanished off the face of the earth. But all is not as it seems.

"Mark..." I start. "What the hell was that?" "It's, um... nothing." "That was not nothing." "Please, don't worry about it... for my sake. And...y-yours."

What happens when the one you love, care about, cherish and would absolutely die for, punches their own ticket early? Where do you go? Who do you go to? Who is there to talk to? You're lost, helpless, dazed, numb and confused. How dare anyone have the nerve to tell you that everything happens for a reason, to say there'll always be someone there for you to go to, to tell you that you'll be okay. How can you be protected from your own thoughts and memories? How can you go on, knowing you could've tried to help the one who needed someone the most. Talking about it would be like pouring salt on an open wound, it's painful, dreadful and pure torture. Will you ever talk? Could you ever tell someone how you perceive the situation? Or do you keep the emotions buried inside until your last breath? How can you trust you won't punch your own ticket just to be with the one you lost? How can you live, with them dead..?