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"Unknown"

| markiplier x fem!reader

warnings: none

rating: fluff

word count: 470

notes: i've been listening to a shit ton of hozier lately, and this fic is very loosely inspired by that one part of "Unknown / Nth" (you know the one), more so inspired by how it makes me feel, how being loved is being known, and the depth of love in simplicity... i'm talking too much but anyways here's morning voice mark

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Sunbeams crept across your face, resting on your closed eyelashes and making their presence known. You huffed, opening your eyes - and then immediately regretting open your eyes, feeling blinded by the sun - and rolled over towards the warmth radiating to your right: your sweet, sleeping boyfriend. Just seeing how peaceful he looked made your heart swell. He was the most perfect, loving human with the biggest heart you'd ever known. He was also a walking furnace, which was fantastic for you, because you were somehow always cold. He sighed contentedly as you nuzzled your face into his chest, the sweet sound rumbling against your ears.

"G'morning, love," he said quietly, voice low and gruff from the night's sleep. You wouldn't have thought it possible to still get butterflies this far into a relationship, but god, that morning voice got you every damn time. He gazed at you gently, nothing but drowsiness and adoration in those big, brown eyes. You hummed in contentedness, wishing to live in this moment, with him, forever.

Between the rays of sunlight dancing on your exposed skin (that had slipped its way out from under the blanket in your shuffling) and your boyfriend's arms, now snaking their way around the small of your back; your heart felt as though it could burst with warmth. The good kind, the kind that feels like sitting by the fire on Christmas Eve. The kind that swallowed you whole. Not that you minded, really.

He began to rustle around, his warmth beginning to leave you as he moved to sit up. You clung to him tightly, causing him to chuckle, but remain in place all the same. "Stay," you said simply, staring into his eyes hopefully.

"Baby, I've got work," Mark began, trailing off a bit when you began running your hands through his hair.

"Just for a little longer," you pleaded. Maybe it was how intoxicating your boyfriend's warmth was, or perhaps it was your fear that when a good moment comes, it'll be the last time; no matter where it came from, or how silly it felt, you couldn't let go of this moment. Not yet.

"Just for a bit," he smiled, knowing that he could never say no to you. How lucky he was to have you, an angel on earth, here in his arms. Half asleep, barely able to focus, yet undoubtedly in love with him. His heart beamed, the lines by his eyes crinkling. He was a goner, and he knew it. Just looking at you - draped across his chest, eyes slowly drooping shut, sweet smile on your face - he was sure he was never going to love again. You were it. You were perfect. Everything he ever wanted and needed, right here.

Maybe he could stay, just a little longer.

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“Fire and Water”

| markiplier x fem!reader

warnings: bit of an anxiety/depression spiral at the beginning, but it's not anything too intense. mark comforts the reader.

rating: fluff, comfort

word count: 557

notes: i've had a really shitty day so i decided to write this to try and cheer myself up. i hope you're not having a bad day, but if you are, hopefully it might cheer you up too :)

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Your face had never felt so hot. Your vision was too fuzzy to determine who was the culprit; shame, anger, or the tears that refused to spill from your eyes. You had no way to tell. All you knew was that your bones felt brittle, like dry branches, and your muscles ached with the strain of burning them to the point of cracking.

Today had been the worst day you'd had in a while. Nothing was going your way, and it felt like no one was listening to you. You had the urge to crawl into a hole, and never speak to anyone again. Sounds a lot better than the hell that was today, anyway.

You forced your body up the walkway to the front door, nerves on fire from the effort. Clouds filled your head, making it harder still to see. You pulled your hand to the door and used all your might to open it. The weight felt as though it just might kill you. You were a little surprised it didn't.

Your bag slumped off your shoulder and to the floor before you could even process it slipping. You barely noticed the loud thump when it hit the ground, or your boyfriend hollering a greeting from the other room. The only thing you could hear was your heart in your throat. Your feet weighed 1000 pounds, effectively gluing you in place. You studied the hardwood beneath your feet like your life depended on it. You simply couldn't bring yourself to move another inch, for fear that if you did, all the heat that's been building inside you would combust, leaving you nothing but a pile of ashes.

"Love?" Mark said softly. Wasn’t he in the other room? Surely you would’ve noticed him coming in, you thought.

He gently placed his hand on your shoulder, causing your head to snap up and meet his eyes. You finally let go, tears pouring freely down your face. You stumbled into his arms, pressing yourself so tight into his chest that you nearly crushed him. "I'm here," was all he said, his hands finding rest on top of your head and on your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him. That was enough to send waves crashing through you, your knees buckling beneath you. Just being in his arms, the smoke in your head was clearing, and the fires were put out.

He began to run his fingers through your hair, his touches feather light. You slowly started to match his breathing, your once pounding heart steadily calmed. You closed your eyes against Mark, breathing in his familiar scent, relishing in the feeling of being swallowed.

"Bad day?" Mark said gently, once you had fully relaxed into him. You hummed, the sound muffled. He smiled. You raised your head slightly, not enough to break from his hold, but enough to see his face.

"I love you," you said, tired eyes and ghostly smile tracing your usually bright features. Mark reached down, running his finger along the edge of your face, and stopping to hold you. You were the most precious thing that had ever been in his hands.

"I love you too, special girl. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. We can take it slow. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere."

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"In His Eyes"

| markiplier x fem!reader

warnings: none

rating: fluff

word count: 711

notes: this is just a silly cliché scenario but its cute af so i wrote it anyways. i’m super happy with it and i hope it makes you smile :)

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Mark ran his hands through his hair, exhaling as he leaned back in his desk chair. He closed down the game he had just finished playing and shut off his computer. He had finished his work early, which doesn't happen often. Striding down the hall, he huffed as he shook his hair out of his eyes unsuccessfully. He tried to remember what you’d told him you were doing today. Something about errands, but he wasn’t exactly sure. He was really hoping to spend some extra time with you.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted as he reached the top of the stairs, music floating into his ears. He stilled, as he listened carefully to the sounds coming from below; you were singing. Loudly. A smile crept onto his face, and he walked slowly down the stairs, being mindful to not make a single noise, in fear of disrupting the moment.

His smile turned into a grin as he took in the sight in front of him. There you were, in all your glory, dancing around the kitchen. You had headphones over your ears, and your eyes were shut. You were still singing along, and he was now sure it was a Taylor Swift song, or something of that sort. You knew every word. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing at the adorable the scene in front of him. You spun around, lost in the moment. He could've sworn you were an angel, or maybe a deity of some kind. You were perfect. He was truly mesmerized by you, glued in place, staring as your energy lit up the room. After years, you still somehow managed to set butterflies loose in his stomach and cause his heart to want to jump out of his chest and into your arms.

You were really getting into it now, jumping up and down and holding your invisible microphone. He nearly melted right there, just seeing your sweet, blissful smile. You whipped around, and in a big showy fashion, belted out the finale; opening your eyes to find yourself face-to-face with your boyfriend, who was leaning against the doorframe, laughing softly to himself. You all but threw your headphones off of your ears, gaping at Mark as he continues to smile at your antics. Your face grew hot, crimson creeping its way across your cheeks and down your neck.

"How long have you been, uh... here?" you asked sheepishly, cringing as you felt your already red face turn a deeper shade.

"Cruel Summer, right?" he teased, chuckling softly and shaking his head. "Your performance was pretty amazing. Maybe you should ask Taylor if you can join the tour."

"Oh, fuck off."

"You could probably start your own tour, actually. Give her a run for her money," he continued, a smug grin plastered on his face.

"I can't believe you saw that," you said, a nervous smile landing on your pink cheeks. You just as quickly covered it up, burying your head in your hands. "I can't believe that just happened."

"You're adorable," he mused.

"And you're impossible," you shot, trying (and failing) to cover up the extreme amount of embarrassment that had sank into your gut.

"I'm serious, you are! You never fail to make me smile, even when you don't know it. I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he said softly, moving to gently hold your shoulders.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better," you said, staring at the ground, a smile making its way onto your face all the same. Mark tilted your chin up with his index finger, gazing lovingly down at you.

"Is it working?" he crooned.

"Maybe," you mumbled, leaning into his touch.

"Good, you'll need your confidence back when you're on that world tour," he said, dodging as you went to playfully hit his shoulder.

"You are truly unbelievable, Mark," you laughed. Abruptly, he swooped down and kissed you, catching you off guard. But before you could react, he pulled away just as swiftly.

"I know," he said smugly, turning on his heel and disappearing up the stairs. You heard him snickering to himself, not bothering to be quiet about it.

You couldn't do anything but smile and shake your head. You were so in love with him, it was ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as him.

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"Late Nights"

| markiplier x fem!reader

warnings: none

rating: tooth rotting fluff

word count: 356

notes: this is my first story on tumblr! i've been writing for a while but i've never posted anything i've written before, so i hope you like it :)

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Sometimes, you wondered if Mark ever got any sleep before you moved in with him. That man could sit in his office and work nonstop, only noticing that time had passed when the sun came up, and then do it all over again the following night. You knew it was his passion that drove him to be this way, but that doesn't mean you would let him do that to himself. Besides, you couldn't really sleep without him.

Tonight was one of those nights. You rolled over for what felt like the millionth time, sighing as you heard the distant clicking of Mark's computer down the hall. This had been going on for hours, and at this rate, neither of you were going to be getting any sleep tonight. You sat up slowly, wondering what in the world is keeping him up this time. You walked quietly out of your shared bedroom, not bothering to shut the door behind you.

"Baby?" you called softly, cracking his office door open halfway. The clacking of his keyboard stopped abruptly as he turned to look at you. His face was lit by only the harsh light of computer screen, the rest of the room shrouded in darkness. "Come to bed?"

He glanced back to his computer for a moment, reading the time at the bottom of his screen; 3:27 AM. Rubbing his hands over his face, signing quietly. "I really have to finish this," he says gently, tiredness creeping into his voice. He finds your eyes again, almost melting when he saw how tired you looked. "C'mere."

He opened his arms for you to crawl into, which you happily did. You sat on his lap, tightly hugging his torso and pressing your face into him. Kissing the top of your head, he started to hum quietly to you, his chest rumbling against you. His hands found their way to your hair, softly carding through the locks and massaging your scalp. Drowsiness tugged on your eyelids, dragging you into a blissful sleep before you knew it.

"G'night, my special girl," Mark whispered upon hearing your soft snores. "I love you."