Goku Vs Vegeta

Saitama and Hit

I finally started that YouTube channel I mentioned earlier. Sorry about the volume. I was using a laptop to record.

Bill Cipher x reader (6) - Creator and Demon

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As we sped through the forest, I could faintly hear the shouts of my sister for help. My right eye burned, similarly to how it had earlier that day. I was scared, not for myself but for Mable.

Questions and worries flooded my brain. What if Norman really was a zombie? What if my sister was getting eaten alive at that very moment? Did I just get my sister killed by letting her go out on that date? I'm such a horrible sister. What will I tell mom, dad, and Grunkle Stan?

As we approached the clearing where the noise was coming from, my eyes widened. Dipper sputtered in confusion at what we were seeing. "The more you struggle, the more awkward this is gonna be.. just, okay, just get her arm, Steve." Shouted a little bearded man from a mossy rock. In front of him, was Mable, surrounded by more tiny men. 

"Let go of me!" She retaliated, punching one of them in them face then kicking him away. He landed near some rocks where be began to throw up a rainbow. Dipper and I exited the car, standing before the small crowd. 

"What the heck's going on here?" My brother asked, confused. The gnome from before hissed at us before returning to his brethren. "Guys! Norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes and they're total jerks!" 

"Gnomes..? I murmured, realizing that I was right all along as the burning in my eye subsided. Dipper checked out the page in the journal, reading aloud that they had no known weakness. "Oh, great!" Groaned Mable from her spot on the ground, where she was now tied down like that one scene in Night At the Museum. 

"Let our sister go." I demanded and the gnome in front of me turned around to face us. "Oh, well. Hi! Sorry, this is all just a big misunderstanding. You see, she's going to marry all 1,000 of us and become our queen for all of eternity. Well, that is, unless you want to take her place?" He said, looking up at me. "You are a more suitable candidate, after all you are older than she is. She's only a last resort if I'm being honest and even then we'd wait till she was of age before doing anything. I mean, we aren't that creepy." I glared at him. "As much as I appreciate your honesty and the fact that you guys don't want to be pedophiles, you won't be marrying either of us."

"Yeah! You're all a bunch of butt faces!" Mabel shouted before one of her captors covered her mouth. "Listen, you don't want to mess with us gnomes. You two don't know what we're capable of. We're a powerful race so do not trifle with-" He was interrupted by Dipper easily scooping him up with a shovel and tossing him away. We ran forward, knocking away the other gnomes and cutting the bindings easily with the shovel's edge. 

I picked Mable up and the three of us ran to the golf cart. "Seat belts." I reminded them before reversing and speeding out of the clearing. We could faintly hear the shouts of the gnomes behind us. "Hurry, before they catch us!" Shouted Mable and Dipper patted her on the shoulder. "I wouldn't worry about it. Did you see their little legs? Those suckers are tiny."

A roar from behind us drew the twins's attention away and their eyes widened. "(Y/n)!! DRIVE FASTER!!" I looked in the side view mirror and was shocked to see a giant sized gnome monster. "Dipper! Does that journal of yours say anything about the gnomes being able to do THAT?!" 

"Checking!" He said, flipping through the pages of the book as I swerved and tried to dodge incoming gnome attacks. Unfortunately some got on the roof and tried climbing down for an attack. Mable punched one in the face, Dipper whacked one with the journal, and I slammed one into the steering wheel before throwing him away. "Nothing in here, sis! I don't think the author knew about it!" Said Dipper, finally finding the page.

I let out a yelp as a gnome that landed on the hood of the cart tried to attack me. I dodged but he attacked Dipper's face instead, my brother screaming in panic. "I'll save you. Dipper!" Exclaimed Mable as she repeatedly punched the offender in the side. He finally flew out of the cart, but took Dipper's star hat with him. "Thanks, Mable.." He said, his rolling slightly to the side, a little stunned after taking some damage meant for the gnome. "Don't mention it" 

Behind us, we heard the giant grunt with effort, as well as the sound of ruffling leaves. A shadow passed over us and my eyes widened as a whole tree, complete with roots crashed onto the path ahead of us. "Hang on!" I swerved the cart and it drifted underneath the fallen tree, and spun dangerously before coming to a complete halt in front of the Mystery Shack. 

Dipper leapt out of the vehicle and faced the monster with the shovel from before. I held the bat in my hands, standing beside him and in front of my sister. "Stay back!" the male twin shouted, throwing the shovel at the monster who promptly punched in down into the ground. Our eyes widened and I grabbed Dipper's shoulder, bringing him behind me too. "Where's Grunkle Stan?" He asked, holing onto his sister in fright. Indeed, he was no where to be found.

"It's the end of the line, kids." Said the head gnome, at the very top of the monster. "You, Mable's sister, marry us before we do something crazy." My right eye began to burn even more and Mable grabbed my hand, taking the bat away. "I have an idea." I somehow understood what she meant and nodded, stepping forward. "Fine, I'll do it. Just leave my family alone." 

"What?! (Y/n), are you crazy? There's gotta be another way!" Panicked Dipper, taking the journal out of his vest. "Trust me. I've got it all under control." I said, smiling softly and petting his fluffy hair. He nodded sadly and he and Mable stood away from me. "She'll do it, Jeff. (Y/n) will marry you." 

'His name is Jeff?'

"Hot dog!" Said the gnome happily, ordering the others to let him down. "Also, (Y/n)! That's a pretty name! I like it!" He walked in front of me, not noticing how my siblings disappeared from their original positions. Jeff held out a leather box with a shining diamond ring inside. He motioned to his mouth, indicating that he wanted me to kiss him. I felt nauseated but shook my head, offering my left hand. He slid the jewelry onto my ring finger with a smile. "Batta Bing Batta Bam! Now let's get you back into the forest, Honey."

I laughed softly. "You may now kiss the bride." The gnome stopped and looked back at me. "Well, don't mind if I do." He puckered up and I pretended to lean in, only for Mable to switch on the hidden leaf blower beside me in a pile of leaves. Jeff's eyes widened as I pointed it at him threateningly. "Woah, woah hey, what's going on here?" He said in panic as he was sucked into the leaf blower. I handed it to my sister with a smirk.

"That's for lying to me!" She announced, glaring at the captured creature who looked back at her with fear. She switched the leaf blower into reverse.

"This is for breaking my heart." The gnome yelped in pain as the suction got to him, the pressure building till it was like a balloon ready to burst.

"And this is for messing with m family!" She pointed to the gnome monster who let out a collective gasp. "Do you wanna do the honors?" 

"On three!" Dipper announced, holding onto a leaver on the device. "One.. Two.. Three!!" We chanted as he shoved the lever to 'F' an Jeff went flying into the giant, making it explode into a thousand gnomes. "AHHH!! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!" The leader screamed as he flew away into the forest with the remaining momentum. The result was chaos. Gnomes sat in piles, wondering who was going to give them orders and complaining about being sore. Mable used the leaf blower, making them yell and run for the forest in fear. One ended up getting caught in some trash which was picked up the local goat, Gompers. 

I walked over to the creature, who's captive was screaming in panic. I held the goat in place and gently released the gnome before taking off the ring and handing it to him. "Here, take this back to Jeff. I don't need it." He nodded before running away into the brush. Looking back, I noticed Dipper and Mable heading back into the shack. I caught up to them but Mable stopped us.

"Um.. hey guys. I'm.. uh.. I'm sorry for ignoring your guys's advice. You really were just looking out for me."

"Hey don't be like that," reassured Dipper. "You totally saved our butts back there."

"I guess I'm just sad that my first boyfriend turned out to be a bunch of gnomes." 

"Look on the bright side. Maybe your next boyfriend will be a vampire." 

The two of them laughed. "Awkward sibling hug?" The male twin offered and she nodded. "Awkward sibling hug." They embraced, ending it off with a "pat pat" which made me smile. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. (Y/n), thanks for almost marrying Jeff to protect us. I'm sorry for what I said before. I really thought you would accept my new boyfriend and when you didn't I was really hurt."

"It's okay, Shooting Star. I know you didn't mean it. Plus, after what all we've been through today, I think we both know we forgive each other. Just don't go expecting me to "get engaged" to any of your next summer romances. I'm not ready for that kind of commitment." Mable giggled and we headed into the shop.

"Yeesh, what happened to you three? Did you get hit by a bus or something?" Grunkle Stan laughed and we rolled our eyes, heading for the stair way. There was a moment of silence before he called out to us. "Hey wait. Uh.. we happened to accidentally get too much merch in stock so.. how about you guys pick something out for yourselves. On the house, y'know?" 

"Really?" Mable and I said in shock. "What's the catch?" questioned Dipper. "The catch is pick something out before I change my mind." Replied our Grunkle Stan. Mable rushed around, looking at every single thing. Dipper walked over to a row of blue and white hats with pine trees on them. "This should do the trick." He said with a smile, looking at himself in the mirror. Mable gasped and rummaged through a box of books. "I'll chose a..." she spun around and I assumed she chose a pink one to be a diary but she opened her arms to reveal a "GRAPPLING HOOK!" she exclaimed. 

Grunkle Stan, Dipper, and I all looked at each other in confusion. "Aren't you gonna pick out a doll or something?" 

"GRAPPLING HOOK!" She exclaimed again, shooting it and hanging from a ceiling beam. "Fair enough." Laughed Grunkle Stan as the kids ran off to their room. I looked over toward the a case of jewelry. I walked over and noticed a beautiful necklace. I took it out of the case and hung it around my heck. It fit perfectly.

Grunkle Stan looked at me with a small smirk. "I'm surprised you picked that one out, kid. It's been in the shop for such a long time I was partially convinced no one would take it." I looked down at the charm and I smiled as I began to leave the room. "I'm not entirely sure myself why I chose it, but I did and I don't regret it. G'night Grunkle Stan." 

-(3rd Person)-

Dipper lay down on his bed, writing on an empty page in the journal. Mable jumped up and down on the twin bed parallel to his, laughing at her own antics and giddy with her new tool.

'The journal told me there was no one in Gravity Falls I could trust. But when you battle a hundred gnomes with people by your side, you realize that they've probably got your back."

Outside, on the roof, sat (Y/n), her (h/c) hair flowing behind her in the breeze. An (e/c) eye scanned the horizon while the second one was hidden from the world behind a black eye patch. She waved to Grunkle Stan, who was finishing closing up shop, before climbing back through her bedroom window, shutting it behind her.

'Our Uncle told us that there was nothing strange about this town, but who knows what other secrets are waiting to be unlocked?'

✨Custom Duel Monster Card✨

Card Deck Dragon (9 Stars)

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Attack: 2500+

Defense: 2500+

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Abilities:

• Royal Flush

- This card can be summoned or special summoned from your hand, graveyard, or deck by sacrificing a King's Knight, Queen's Knight, and Jack's Knight.

• Dealer's Advantage

- If the user of this card has more monster cards in their Graveyard, this cards attack points increase by 500. If the opponent has more monster cards in their graveyard, this cards defense points increase by 500. This ability can increase and decrease attack and defense points as the game changes.

Markiplier x Teen!Adopted!Daughter!Reader - I'm Right Here

(Part 2 of “Take Your Time”)

Requested by: daysgobyinhereyes

-------- (Y/n)’s POV)

Looking around, everything was blurry and white. I couldn’t understand where I was or what was happening. Sirens sounded from far away and blue and red colored lights started to appear in the distance. Concerned and muffled voices spoke outside of the white wall that obscured my vision. 

I couldn’t understand them, but I could tell they were just as afraid as I was, though I didn’t know why.

Three blurry figures rose beside me, their voices concerned but inaudible to me. They turned to me, seemingly wondering what I thought of the situation. I didn’t reply and only stared at them, wondering who they were. They were small childlike beings with no discernible traits other than different sizes of hair that blended in with their figures. From what I could somewhat see, I assumed there were two boys and one girl in this place with me.

The white wall suddenly opened, the sound of a zipper present as a new figure appeared in my sight. “We need to go.” The figure spoke, her voice echoey and muffled. I was finally able to recognize her as female. She motioned for us to follow her, and we all got up and left the room, now revealed to be a tent. The blurry woman urged us forward and I struggled to keep up with her and the others. 

I heard shouts behind us and I looked back in time to see a blinding light overwhelm my eyesight. I tripped over something in front of me and I was quickly grabbed by someone who ran behind me. Upon hearing my cry of alarm, the blurry woman halted, and her eyes widened, seemingly not knowing what to do. Then with a soft, “I’m sorry”, she disappeared into the woods with the other three. I cried out for her with my own inaudible voice before I was quickly dragged backward, the light once again overtaking my vision. 

I awoke with a start, a small yelp of alarm escaping my mouth. I was back in my room at Mark’s house. I put a hand over my racing heart but was shocked to see it shaking. ‘A nightmare..’ I thought, my breathing slowing down to an appropriate pace. ‘I can’t accurately remember the last time I had one of those.’ 

I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and my door opened to reveal a panicked Markiplier standing in the entrance. “(Y/n), are you okay? I heard you yell.” I blushed in embarrassment. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just.. had a nightmare, that’s all.” Mark came closer and sat on the edge of my bed. “Do you want to talk about it, kiddo?” 

I looked at him, the dark circles under his eyes noticeable even in the dark room we were in. “If I’m being honest, I’m not entirely sure what it was about, so talking about it probably wouldn’t help. Sorry..”  As I said this, I looked over at the clock. I frowned, realizing it read one in the morning.

Mark nodded, covering his mouth as he yawned, “Alright. Remember that I’m here if you want to talk.” I nodded and he leaned over, giving me a warm hug. I returned the gesture after a moment of hesitation and he left the room, closing the door behind him.

I looked down again, the guilt of bothering him sending an uncomfortable chill down my spine. Mark had been so busy these past few days, and I felt awful that I just seemed to be another problem interrupting his work. That new interactive adventure he was working on, as exciting as the concept was, it took a toll on him, whether he acknowledged it or not. Laying down and closing my eyes once more, I prayed that there wouldn’t be any more nightmares waiting for me in the dreamscape.

(Time skip a few weeks later)

There hadn’t been any nightmares since that night, but the memory still remained. I tried not to let it bother me, but the unanswered questions in my mind were driving me nuts. Who were those other people? Why did the police show up? What grabbed me in the darkness? Why did the woman leave? Why did they look familiar? Unfortunately, I didn’t have and could find the answers to any of these queries. 

Mark, by this point, had finally finished the script for “In Space With Markiplier” and was able to focus on regaining a normal sleep schedule and making up for lost time with Chica and I. It was fun to see him outside of his office after such a long time, but even so, I felt bad about all the times I had interrupted him during the writing process of his big project. He probably would’ve been out quicker if it wasn’t for me. 

I shook my head, trying to get those kinds of words out. “Stop being so stupid, you don’t know what would or wouldn’t have happened so stop blaming yourself.” I thought, my eyes rolling in annoyance at the sheer (Y/n)-ness my thoughts had turned into for a second. Mark had told me before that he didn’t mind taking small breaks, even if it was to check up on me. He had even said that if I hadn’t woken up from the nightmare, he might’ve pulled an all-nighter and forgotten to sleep at all. It turns out that he had realized how tired he was and had gone to bed soon after making sure I was okay.

Chica walked over to me, her tail wagging happily as I gently scratched behind her floppy ear. “I know that you missed dad too, didn’t you, Chica-Beeka? Aren’t you glad he’s done writing that long video script?” I said in a goofy voice and as I knelt down, she started to lick my face in reply. “Ack! No!! Stop!! Back you foul beast!!” Chica knocked me over as she continued her merciless assault. I played dead but instead of just stopping or finding Mark, she just plopped down on top of me with a tired huff. 

Mark, who had just entered the room, got to witness this interaction and started laughing his butt off. “FATHER!!” I cried, my voice muffled from underneath the floof. “HELP ME!” 

“What?”

“HELP ME!”

“Sorry, I can’t understand you. What?”

“I said, help me!”

“Stinky feet? You dare insult our dearest Chica by saying that she has stinky feet? For shame, (Y/n). For shame. As punishment you shall have to stay under your furry prison until it decides to move.” 

“TRAITOR!!!”

“Fare thee well, daughter. I goeth to play the things known as “Video Games”.” Mark said dramatically and I managed to get my head out from underneath Chica, watching him start to leave the room. “Beeka? You want a treat?” The golden retriever stood up immediately and bounded off toward the kitchen. Mark looked back at me with a playful pout. “You’re no fun.” 

“You’re the one who left me to die.” I said with an equally playful yet sassy tone. “That’s it, young lady, you’re in trouble now.” said my dad, who ran toward me as I tried to follow our dog. “NOOOOO!!!” He caught me in his arms and we tumbled to the floor as he started ferociously tickling me. I could hardly breathe as I laughed, and his own goofy laughter only added to the hilarity. 

When Mark finally stopped, I started to catch my breath and I looked up at him, seeing his smiling face. “I am so glad I adopted you.” He murmured softly, helping me up and giving me a warm hug. Chica came back from the kitchen, curious about the commotion and bothered by her lack of treats. Upon seeing the family cuddles, she jumped in between us, wagging her tail and effectively hitting Mark and I in the face a bunch of times. 

“Agh no! She’s too good! Chica! You’re too good!” Mark cried out, coughing to get rid of the stray dog hairs that had invaded his mouth. I had begun laughing again, my mind blissfully distracted for a bit as I watched Chica begin her lick assault on my father. Quickly getting up from my position on the floor, I entered the kitchen and retrieved a dog treat. Chica, upon hearing the container open, came running to receive the long awaited goods. 

Mark followed a few seconds after, first looking over at his dog munching away at the treat then at the stove top clock. “Ahh that was fun. Too bad It’s getting late. You ought to get to bed.” He commented, shifting his gaze back over to me. I nodded, recognizing that he was right. He gave me a hug and a pat on the back. “Sleep well, kiddo. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” With that, I retired to my room. 

- Start of Dream -

I once again opened my eyes to a blurry scene. It was slightly dark, but I could make out some shapes nearby. They were the same figures from before! They were gathered around what looked like a table, with me at the head. I heard two voices coming closer, singing a familiar tune. I looked over to see a slightly blurry cake with what looked like five candles being brought in by the two blurry adults. 

“Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, Dear (Y/n)! Happy Birthday to you!” They all sang, placing the cake in front of me. I had begun to smile, their faces becoming a bit clearer once I blew out the candles and some lights flipped on. The woman had black hair and pretty (e/c), the same eye color as mine. The man had tanish-gray hair and looked a bit older than the woman. He had bluish-gray eyes.

The younger figures were a bit closer so I looked at them next. The tallest looked to potentially be the oldest with dark brown hair and brown eyes. The second tallest had strawberry blonde hair and had a lot of freckles. His eyes were the same color as the woman’s. The last of the figures was quite a few inches smaller than the previous one. He had tanish-brown hair and the man’s blue-gray eyes which seemed to have a glow of mischief in them. But before I could fully process their faces, a loud noise sounded and I woke up. 

- End of Dream -

I looked around my room, wondering what the cause of the disturbance was. Looking over toward my dresser, I noticed that a picture frame that had admittedly been in an unstable position had fallen over, thus making the loud noise. With an annoyed sigh, I looked over at my alarm clock, checking the time. “12:04 AM.” I thought, turning away from the device and closing my eyes.

“Happy Birthday to me..”

- timeskip - 

It was in fact a big day and I had a blast. Mark, Amy, Ethan, Tyler, and I went to an amusement park and went to my favorite restaurant for dinner. When we got home, Mark and Amy surprised me with a delicious looking cake with the number 15 on it via two big number candles. They sang so nicely and I watched the flames on the candles burn. As they finished the song, I hesitantly blew out the candles as my vision suddenly went blurry. Mark placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay? Why are you crying? Do you not like it?” 

Tears? Is that what was obscuring my vision? I wiped them away but more kept coming. “I don’t understand.. I’m so happy, so why am I crying?” 

The Happy Birthday song rang in my ears, the voices of the people in my dream singing along. I let out a small laugh. How silly of me to get so emotional over a little thing like this. “Thank you both so much for this. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me.” I didn’t lie. I didn’t know how to tell them, and I didn’t even understand why.

Mark and Amy gave me a big hug and I relished in the affection. I don’t know if they knew this, but it was exactly what I needed at that moment. I already saw Amy as my mother-figure and Mark was my dad, so in that moment it was like we were a real family. “I love you guys..” I murmured softly and they smiled, Amy wiping away one of my stray tears. “We love you too.” 

Later that night, Amy had gone home and Mark came to check up on me when I was already in bed. “Hey, kiddo. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” I nodded and smiled at him, sitting up in bed. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He frowned slightly. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that I’m a bit worried because you started crying earlier.” I realized what was bothering him and I climbed out of bed and quickly hugged him. 

“Dad! I promise I’m okay! I just got a bit emotional. That’s all.” Mark nodded and hugged me back. “D-do you want to talk about it?” I frowned a little and I looked down, but knew that it might help to talk it out. It usually does. “I.. have been having dreams lately..” Mark led me to my bed and sat next to me. “What are they about?” 

“I keep dreaming of some family I don’t think I’ve ever met before..” Mark’s eyes widened slightly and he looked at me. His eyes looked a bit worried though his face looked curious. “What.. What do you dream about them?” I frowned and looked down. “The first time, it was them being chased down by the police and I got taken away from them.. The next time, this morning actually, they were celebrating my birthday and singing to me. I don’t know if that’s why I got emotional when you and Amy sang, but.. It’s what happened..” Mark hugged me close and I could hear his heartbeat. It was faster than normal. “I’m so sorry. Do these dreams bother you at all?” I nodded slightly. “A little bit.. I don’t remember these people at all, but they feel so familiar to me. I don’t know how to feel when I have one of these dreams.” Mark gently rubbed my back and his voice was slightly hesitant as he spoke. “Is it possible.. Um.. is it possible these dreams aren’t actually dreams?”

I looked up at him, “What?” Mark looked away, almost seeming nervous. “I’ve read, and have heard, that sometimes dreams can actually be suppressed memories.. So.. that family..” My eyes widened, “They might be, like, my biological family?” Mark nodded, but his eyes looked sad. “Yeah.” He looked at me again. “Do you remember anything before you were put in the orphanage? Any people or events?” I shook my head. “No.. I don’t really remember much if anything from before my time as an orphan. I don’t even know how I got there.” 

Mark nodded and took a deep breath. “If.. if it wouldn’t bother you, could you tell me about that first dream of yours? The one about the police?” I frowned and looked away and he panicked. “It’s okay if you don’t want to! I don’t want to force you into anything!” I shook my head and smiled at him reassuringly. “No no! It’s not that. I do want to tell you, it’s just that.. It was a weird dream and I’m still processing this theory of ours.” 

Mark nodded and I took a deep breath before starting to talk again. “We were in a forest. It was night time and I assume we were in a tent. There were three other kids in the tent with me. Red and Blue lights came and all of us kids were forced to run into the woods with a woman. I tripped and the woman left me behind, taking the other three with her while I was suddenly dragged backwards. That’s when I woke up.”

Mark was silent for a minute as he processed the information I had given him. He then frowned. “I think, if that was actually a memory of yours, that was how you were taken away from your parents. I suspect that’s also why you start panicking when you think you’ve been left behind. You were traumatized by that woman, your mother, abandoning you when you were younger.” I blinked. He was right. There was no other real explanation for my fear that made sense for me. I looked at Mark. “But then why did she abandon me? I assume the red and blue lights were police lights, but if that was the case, why did she run? Was she a criminal or something?” 

Both of us said nothing before he spoke up. “I.. don’t have a solid answer for you. I’d hate to think that was the real reason police would show up to a campsite like that, but.. It’s a possibility.” I sighed softly but then smiled at him. “Well then, I guess I got an upgrade parental wise.” Mark couldn’t help but smile and he hugged me. “I love you, kiddo.” 

“I love you too.” I murmured, hugging him back with a smile. Mark looked at the clock and sighed. “Alright. As much as I love talking to you, it’s gotten a bit late and I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit tired from all the fun we had today.” Right on cue, I yawned and Mark laughed. “I knew it!” I couldn’t help but giggle when he said that. “Alright.. Do you feel better now?” 

I nodded and he gave my hand three squeezes. I Love You.

I squeezed back four times. I Love You Too.

Smiling, he got up off of the bed. “Alright then. Have a good night. Sleep well, (Y/n).” I smiled up at him. “You too, dad.” She smiled and nodded, walking out of the room with a final look back, speaking once more before leaving. “Happy Birthday.” When he was finally gone I frowned and looked down. The conversation we just had weighed slightly on my mind. What Mark said made sense, but it was a little difficult for me to wrap my head around. The logic was there, but I wanted more answers. I didn’t want “what ifs”, I’d prefer to have the entire story. 

But I couldn’t.

I didn’t know where my biological family was. I didn’t know why they left nor why the police were there. It shouldn’t concern me as much as it was, but I understood that maybe there were some things that would have to remain unknown. With a sigh, I tucked myself in and closed my eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep.

(timeskip)

It had been three months since my birthday, and that was the last time I had one of those dreams. Life had been very good, and the concepts Mark and I talked about that night didn’t really bother me anymore. Right now, I was laughing with him about the stupidity that ensued during his latest charity live-stream. He and the other guys had made a ton of meals that were to be donated to a charity food pantry. We were there now, dropping it off. 

“I got so worried when Ethan almost dropped that whole bowl of dough, but did you see the way it flipped??” I laughed as Mark recounted a hilarious moment when Ethan ended up flipping a bowl of pasta dough and catching it after he almost dropped it to the floor. “I know right? The chat was going crazy!” We continued talking as we finished placing the food in the pantry and my laughter died down as I looked to my side and I spotted a man and a woman receiving some food from the pantry workers.

No.. It couldn’t be. Could it?

It was them, albeit a bit older, but I’d recognize them anywhere. They were the man and woman from my dream memories. Mark noticed my distractedness and followed my gaze, his eyes found the man and woman and he looked back at me. “Do you know them?” I frowned but didn’t take my eyes off of them. “From my dream.. It’s them.” Mark’s eyes widened and he looked back at the man and woman. 

The woman suddenly looked in our direction and her eyes widened. I nervously looked away, fearing that I had creeped her out. Mark asked if I wanted to talk to her and I wasn’t sure what to say. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and when I looked in it’s direction, I saw the woman. “Excuse me,” she spoke, her voice tender and gentle, as if talking to a child, which in a way, she was. “What’s your name?” 

I took a shaky breath and looked toward Mark who just nodded and looked away. He wouldn’t look at me. “I’m.. My name is (Y/n). What’s yours?” The woman’s eyes widened again and they began to brim with tears. “It’s you.. It’s really you, isn’t it?” I felt myself getting emotional as well, but tried to hide it. “Do I know you? I feel as though I do, but I’m not entirely sure.” 

“(F/n), come here! She’s here! We’ve found our (Y/n)!” The man came over and his eyes widened. “My dear, are you sure?” I looked back over at Mark to see him busy himself on his phone, his foot tapping against the ground slightly. I didn’t know what to do. “I’ve been having dreams.. About you two and three other kids. Or at least, people who looked like you.” The man and woman smiled kindly. “Your brothers and sister. Yes.. they are real.”

I looked down, not sure where to begin. The woman, my mother, moved to hug me but I instinctively took a step back. “H-hold on a second. Then if those dreams were actually memories, then I have questions that need answered.” The woman stopped and the man put his arm around her, nodding. I took a deep breath and began.

“I-In the forest.. We were in a tent, and the police showed up. Why? Are you two..” I trailed off for a moment, worried about continuing this train of thought. “Criminals?” My father looked away and frowned and my mother shook her head. “No. We weren’t… not really.” She trailed off looking a bit guilty. “Then why were the police showing up at the campsite?”

“We were.. Behind on a lot of payments and we had already gotten a notice.. We struggled to get enough money to pay our debt off, but it wasn’t enough and the IRS sent the police after us. They were sent to bring you and your siblings to the orphanage that you no doubt were sent to after you were taken.” My father spoke up and I frowned. “Which brings up another question. Why was I the only one left behind to be taken away?” 

My mother looked incredibly sad as she voiced the reason. “You tripped and fell. If I stopped to pick you up, then your brothers and sister would be taken too. I couldn’t risk it so, regretfully, I had to leave you behind. I didn’t want to, I promise you that. My heart broke when the officer caught you and I was forced to run.” My eyes filled with tears and I nodded in understanding. As much as it hurt to know the truth that I had to be “sacrificed” for the good of the majority, I also was glad it happened. After all, if I wasn’t taken away, I likely wouldn’t have met Mark.

“As much as I hate that it happened that way, mainly because it gave me some.. issues, I’m happy to know the full story. I’m glad I finally got to meet you two.” The smiles that graced their faces brought an amazing amount of joy to my heart and I couldn’t help but smile back. I didn’t lie either. I really was happy to meet my biological parents. Then their next words made my smile vanish and my heart nearly stop. 

“Do you.. Want to live with us again?” My eyes went wide. “W-what?” My father spoke up. “We’re better off now. We’re not the most wealthy people out there, but we’re able to stand on our own two feet so that’s good enough. We can finally support our family and we’d like you to join us.” My head was spinning with the force of this question. They looked so hopeful that I would say yes. I looked back at Mark, wondering how he was reacting to this. He was still on his phone, but I could see that something was wrong with him. 

He was upset, but was trying not to show it.

I turned back to my parents and spoke up. “Listen.. You both are so sweet and I’m happy to have met you, but..” I looked away, trailing off. My mother looked a little upset by my answer but smiled in understanding. “That man over there.. He’s your guardian, isn’t he?” She guessed correctly and I smiled a little, nodding. “I only just met you two.. I can’t just abandon him for people who are essentially strangers to me.” I could hear a slight gasp from behind me and I knew that Mark heard me. “But hey,” I continued, taking out my phone. “Let’s keep in touch.”

That brought a smile to my mother’s face and we exchanged numbers. “I’ll see you both around, right?” They nodded and upon seeing their anxious looks, I gave them both hugs. “Until we meet again.” I murmured, smiling at them before turning and quickly going to Mark’s side. “Are you ready to go?” He nodded and as we started walking back to the car, he spoke up again. 

“Are.. are you sure about your decision? I mean, they’re your real family.” His eyes were slightly filled with tears as I looked at him and I wrapped my arm around his torso in a side hug, smiling up at him. “What are you talking about? Yeah, they were my first family, but you’re my new family. You saved me from the orphanage and you helped me overcome a lot of my social anxieties. Do you hear me right now? I don’t stutter now. I can talk to people normally, and that’s thanks to you. You’re my dad, Mark, and I love you.” 

Mark couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he hugged me and I hugged him back. “I love you too.. So much.. Is it selfish to say that I was scared that you would go with them?” I shook my head and grinned at him. “No, not at all. But you don’t need to worry anymore.” I gently squeezed his hand three times. “I’m right here.” Mark smiles, tears rolling down his cheeks as I led him to the car, both of us finally ready to go home, together.

Markiplier x Depressed!Daughter!Reader - Voices

Requested by: azullluna

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(Y/n) felt numb as she sat beside her bed. Fat tears ran down her face without any sign of stopping, flowing over barely visible bruises that had been healing for days. She wanted to stop crying, she wanted to love herself and be brave in front of others, but she wasn’t and couldn’t. 

The voices were so loud..

They tortured her, filling her mind with poison. They told her things she didn’t want to hear, but after listening to them for so long, she began to believe them. And the voices weren’t just in her head, they were outside it too, resonating from people she saw nearly every day. 

They would only laugh and work hard to make (Y/n)’s life miserable. Everyone seemed to be against her, the teachers, the principal, her classmates, everyone. Well, everyone except her father and his friends, but they didn’t know about the bullying and she didn’t dare tell any of them.

What if they agreed with it? 

They will

They’ll agree

They hate you

Everyone hates you

The alarm clock beside her showed the time. “6:57? Great.. Only around 45 minutes until my regularly scheduled hell.” (Y/n) was so tired. She hardly slept, her anxiety keeping her up until the ungodly hours of the morning, not allowing for much rest. How many times had she used makeup in order to hide the dark circles under her eyes and the bruises on her face?  Too many to count. (Y/n) just didn’t want her dad to worry.

But why would he be worried?

He doesn’t care

The alarm clock rang and (Y/n) covered her ears as more tears flowed down her face.

It’s so loud..

It’s too loud..

She shut the device off and grabbed a hoodie. She couldn’t let her dad see the bruises. (Y/n) did her make up, concealer and foundation covering the imperfections of her face. Walking out of the bedroom, fully dressed for the day, she trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. There at the stove was her father, Mark Fischbach.

Noticing her presence in the room, he turned around and smiled at her. “Hey there, princess! Good morning!” He looked so happy. (Y/n) was secretly jealous of that happiness. She wanted to be just as happy as him but she couldn’t be. It was impossible. She forced a smile and waved to him. “Morning, dad.” Chica and Henry, the family’s two dogs, ran up to her excitedly, their tails wagging behind them. (Y/n) pet them, her hands feeling heavy and the sounds around her beginning to sound too loud for her tired body to process as she tried to prevent them from licking her face and thus removing her makeup. 

“I made pancakes, do you want any?” Asked her father and she shook her head. “I’m not hungry. Thanks though.” That was a lie. (Y/n) was starving and the smell of the griddle cakes certainly wasn’t helping. However, she didn’t want to eat anything.

It would be a shame if you got any bigger

Mark frowned at her refusal. Sure, he didn’t want to force food on her, but he noticed just how many times she had skipped breakfast lately. Pancakes were her favorite, and she refused them? That was odd. “Honey, are you feeling okay? You haven’t been acting like yourself recently.”

“I’m fine, dad.” The reply, to (Y/n)’s horror, sounded much more rushed than she meant it to be. Her dad was watching her, his eyes scanning her as if trying to find the answer to an unspoken question. “I.. need to go. See you later.” She said shakily, rushing away and out the door not hearing what her dad called after her.

Coward

When she arrived at school, (Y/n) was distracted by the memory of the look her father gave her. “Does he know? He couldn’t. I’ve been so careful. Was he worried about me?”

No he wasn’t

He doesn’t care

She walked into the classroom, being the first one in per usual. (Y/n) sat down at her desk and waited for the torture to start. Just like earlier this morning, she felt numb. You’d think that because of who her dad was, she would be a popular kid at school. She was, only it wasn’t a good kind of popular. Being the daughter of Makiplier meant that any complaints of bullying she had didn’t matter, especially if those complaints were about the spoiled brats of the rich parents who helped fund the many school projects and trips. They said she was only trying to seek attention and that her supposed bullies were “golden children” who could do no wrong.

No one cares about you

Attention seeker

As students began to arrive in the classroom, (Y/n) stayed quiet. Of course, her pretending to not exist didn’t mean that people couldn’t see her. Throughout the day, the voices got louder and louder with every smirk, jeer, and hit. She was shoved into lockers, punched multiple times for no reason, tripped by people in the classrooms and cafeteria alike, threatened by a teacher for speaking up and nearly falling asleep in class, and kicked in the legs just because. 

(Y/n) couldn’t stop the tears that fell as she sat in the girl’s bathroom, hiding from her classmates who were about to leave school. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve this treatment. 

Cry Baby

Worthless

Drama Queen

They never stopped, no matter how much she begged or pleaded. She was alone, so very alone. Everyone knew who her dad was (most of the school watched his YouTube channel and then word moved around fast), but they used that against her. 

You’re not pretty enough to be Markiplier’s daughter

Ugly

You weren’t even planned

You’re a literal accident

I bet he secretly regrets having and raising you. You’ve probably caused him so much trouble

Burden

Waste of space

Every day, every hour, every minute, the voices shouted louder and louder till she could barely hear anything else. (Y/n) had grown far too used to this treatment and her self esteem was at an all-time low. Everyone just seemed to have left her life and taken her happiness with them, leaving her behind in the dust to pick up the pieces of her broken heart and mind. 

Evil thoughts of pain and death had started to flood her mind long ago, but she didn’t want to die. How would her father react? How would everyone react? Would they miss her? Would they regret the bullying?

They wouldn’t miss you

No one cares

They’d be glad you’re gone

They’d regret nothing

The voices continued to spread their poison as she finally managed to calm herself down enough to leave the bathroom and go home.

When she returned from school, (Y/n) noticed new voices in the house. Irish and English alike, there were definitely guests here. She was able to recognize them and quickly moved through the house when she thought no one was looking. Her dad had probably told her that Jack, Ethan, Bob, Wade, Ethan, and Amy were coming over, but she had forgotten.

Useless

She got scared suddenly when she noticed Jack in the hallway leading to the stairs, talking to Ethan. They suddenly noticed her and smiled. “(Y/n)! Hi! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you! How was school?” Now she was really panicking. He couldn’t know. He’d probably tell her dad. 

“Uhh.. hi, Jack! School was.. Uh.. it was good I guess. School being what it is.” One after the other, Jack and Ethan opened their arms for hugs and she complied, though she hid a wince when they accidentally squeezed her fresh injuries. 

When the embraces ceased, she excused herself and ran up to her room without greeting anyone else. She closed the door and walked over to the mirror, taking off her sweater to observe the damage. Looking at what happened to her arms, she frowned. It didn’t look good at all. It would definitely take some time to treat these. “Better now than later.” She thought as she walked over to her desk, taking out a first aid kit. She turned on some music and got to work.

-downstairs-

Mark looked at the clock on his phone and frowned. “(Y/n) should’ve been home by now.” He checked his texts and email, but there was nothing from her school so that ruled detention out. “What’s wrong?” Asked Wade as he watched his friend in concern. “I expected (Y/n) to already have been home, but I don’t know where she is.” 

“Oh, (Y/n)? Don’t worry, she’s already here, we saw her. She should be up in her room.” Said Jack who walked in alongside Ethan. “Seriously? Dang, I didn’t hear her come in.” Said Mark in surprise but then he noticed Ethan frowning. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m worried about her. (Y/n) I mean. She seemed kinda off when she came home. I don’t know if there was a test today or..?” Mark shook his head sadly. “I noticed her acting odd this morning. I’ll go talk to her. You guys discuss pizza toppings and movie options, I’ll go check on my daughter.”

As he walked up the stairs, Mark ran through possibilities in his head. “Maybe she didn’t eat this morning because she was too nervous about something? Tests sometimes do that to a person, especially if they forgot to study. Maybe that’s it? Or, maybe she just wasn’t hungry? Maybe I’m overthinking this?”

He arrived at the door to (Y/n)’s bedroom and knocked. “Hey, sweetie, it’s me. Can I come in?” There was no reply. He tried again. “Are you okay in there?” Nothing. Now he was worried.

“(Y/n)? I’m coming in.”

Mark opened the door and was horrified by what he saw. There sat his daughter on her bed, without a hoodie on, and with large, dark bruises littering her arms which were on full display. (Y/n)’s eyes widened as she noticed him looking at her. She had earbuds in so she hadn’t heard him knock and she was treating her bruises before he had entered. Mark closed the door behind him and approached her.

“What happened?” 

He was so nervous and he noticed that she was shaking more and more with every step he took. Her breathing was becoming faster and faster and tears began to flow from her eyes, wiping away makeup which he hadn’t noticed was applied. When had she suddenly gotten such dark circles under her eyes, and was that a bruise? “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” (Y/n) was whimpering and she began to hug herself, as if afraid I was going to hurt her. “Hey, hey it’s okay. You can tell me what’s going on. What happened? Who did this?”

(Y/n) wasn’t speaking and instead began to cry even harder. Mark’s heart nearly stopped. He prayed that she wasn’t doing any of this to herself. He had lost people this way before and he didn’t know what he would do if his own daughter was the next victim. He began questioning everything. “How long has this been going on? How did I never notice it? Is it because of me? Am I not good enough? Did I do something wrong?” 

All his questions quickly melted away as he heard the choked sobs of his daughter. “Too much.. Everyone.. They won’t stop.. They hurt me and then no one.. believes me when I complain. They think.. I’m just looking for attention. And the voices.. They’re so loud.” Mark managed to put the pieces together in his mind and his eyes widened.

“Are you being bullied?”

(Y/n) nodded and Mark held his daughter gently as she cried into his shoulder. He didn’t understand why she was being picked on. Why hadn’t he been told yet? Why was he only finding out now, when the damage was so heavy? He’d certainly be having a word with the principal about this. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you.” 

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” She started apologizing and he was quick to shush her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Why didn’t you tell me this was going on? Do the teachers know?” She managed to choke out an “I didn’t want to be a burden, and they don’t care. They only care about their rich “Golden Children”.” Mark shook his head sadly. “You aren’t a burden. I don’t know who’s been telling you that, but it isn’t true. I care about you so much and you are such an amazing person, (Y/n).” 

He’s lying

“No.. you’re wrong. I’m fat, and stupid, and ugly, and just a burden to eveyone I’m around. I don’t deserve to be your daughter. You deserve someone better. You can stop pretending to care. I already know you don’t. You’re probably so disappointed in me.”

Mark was enraged at what he was hearing but kept his voice calm. “No, you’re wrong. If you’re thinking all that stuff then you don’t know anything. I love you so much. You are beautiful, and smart, and you make me so incredibly happy. No matter what anyone else, or those voices say, you can’t ever make me not love you. No matter what you do, I will always love you.” 

“But-”

“No no no. Listen to my voice. Focus on me, not on those demons. You are important. You are loved. You have a purpose. What other people think, it doesn’t matter because you have worth. They don’t know what they’re talking about. Love you for you because that’s what really matters. You are one of the most important people in my life and if I could get you to understand just how much you mean to me, I’d do everything in my power to prove it. I love you.”

“Dad..” (Y/n)’s voice trailed off as she rested in his arms, emotionally worn out. Mark rocked her side to side in a warm embrace, whispering soft nothing in her ear. When he pulled away, he noticed that she was beginning to smile. Mark could tell, it was real this time. It would take time for her to heal and recover, but it would be okay. He would be there for her every step of the way.

Just then, her stomach let out a loud rumble. He smirked as (Y/n) blushed in embarrassment. “You hungry? We’re thinking of ordering pizza.” She smiled and nodded, the sound of food making her empty stomach rumble again. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Mark gave her one last hug before helping her treat her bruises. (Y/n) pulled on a fresh hoodie and followed him downstairs. 

At the sight of her, Jack and Ethan smiled and waved, which surprised the young Fischbach. Everyone there was so happy and excited to see her and slowly but surely the voices began to get quieter and quieter until all that remained was the laughter and comfort that came from her father and their friends.

The movie night was fun. You and Jack argued together against the others about accepting pineapple as a pizza topping. Bob and Wade recalled stories about their college days and stupid stuff that happened recently, which made everyone laugh. They all had a pillow fight while waiting for the pizza to arrive, Mark and Ethan started a mini food fight with popcorn, much to Chica and Henry’s delight, and the pizza was eaten while everyone watched an older movie called “Return to Me”.

(Y/n) felt sleepy as she stared at the tv. She sat next to her dad who had his arm around his girlfriend, Amy. The voices, telling her she didn’t belong there returned, but this time, she rejected them. She knew the truth, and the negative words spewed nothing but lies. She knew that they would never completely go away, and the actions of those that hurt her could never be taken back, but she felt content knowing that even if people disliked or hated her, her father at least would be there to help her drown out her demons. 

As the movie neared its end, Mark felt a small pressure on his arm. Looking over, he smiled when he found his daughter fast asleep and resting against him. “Good night, (Y/n).. I love you so much.” He whispered, kissing her forehead gently and he could’ve sworn he saw a smile creep onto her face. Yeah.. everything would turn out alright.

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I watched the Christmas special of He-Man and She-Ra today. It made me so incredibly happy to see the characters in all their old drawing styled glory, hear their classic theme music, and watch them fight off Skeletor, Hordak, and their forces. It truely woke up my inner child and made my day so much better.

ALSO I have never been so happy to see Catra and Adora on opposite sides of the battle field (as enemies BECAUSE THAT'S HOW THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE. I FRIGGIN HATE NETFLIX FOR WHAT THEY DID)