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   "Hello, my name is Sandra, I'll be your server today. What can I get you to drink tonight?"   "Uhhhhh, I'll take a Coke..." The waitress nodded and jotted down Wade's order, then turned in Mark's direction.     "You got any O' Dules?" Sandra chuckled a little at Mark's infectious charm and wrote down his order.     "OK, I'll be out soon with your drinks," she nodded and headed towards the back of the kitchen. Mark was sure if it was something in the air , but it felt like there was something there. Like a wall just sitting on the table between Wade and him. It as if a strange awkwardness fell upon them. The same type of nervous-awkwar

   Time. Time was all there was. It passed smoothly, quietly, quickly. That was all it could do and with time wounds healed and memories stored away in the deepest parts of the mind. Because why did life have to stop because of a mistake. Or was it a mistake? Who knew? No one could really know for sure. The memories drowned. The were swallowed up by the Atlantic Ocean. The ocean separated the two parts of the event, but some pieces were dropped off into it as he crossed it on the way home. He forgot just like he was told to do, but he never let go of that energy. All he needed to do was channel it somewhere else. No. To someone else, just lik

    It started out as a normal day. Things went well. Mark woke up, washed his face, "Have to keep this face clean if people are going to be lookin' at me." he thought. Then he migrated to the kitchen and ate some meat (breakfast meat; one of his favorite kinds), and while eating he thought about his day. Or atleast what he was going to do that day. He often thought about his fans or all the funny things that he had planned out for the day. But every so often is mind would wander into the deep pockets of his memory. Thoughts of his past came back up and burned his throat. He would usually shake it off and remind himself of the present. "Lets

Phenomenon Chapter 3: Holy Rainbows!! Ken's POV So after we finished unpacking we had a visit from Mark, he suggested that we go meet the people around here and handed us a list, Felix was excited and we had no choice but to tag along (mainly because Felix kept begging and gosh dang it! He was adorable) so we gave the list a look and we decided to go meet… Jack Douglass and Toby Turner, they were partners as well and it was a good thing this list came with photos or we would have looked like a couple of idiots asking random people 'Hey are you Jack?' We walked through the halls, the one thing the list didn’t have was room numb

(a markimash story)  Mark was currently in a state of happiness he had never known before, and it was all because of the man now sitting beside him in his couch, which was an occurrence he had previously thought was impossible, merely a dream that he had believed would never come true.  But it had.  Aaron was really here with him, in his home; it wasn't just a dream anymore. He could see him not just through a webcam and feel him the way he had yearned to do every time they would play a game together. He was so happy he could barely believe it, and it was all because of him.  He couldn't help but think of how this all started. The ide

He doesn't remember his first name anymore. He doesn't remember his true age. But what he does remember, is that he's been through more lives than the world's unluckiest cat. He's had more faces than the stealthiest thief, more families than a troubled child in the adoption system. But one thing that he has never had, one thing he has always wanted to have and to feel, was the love for a significant other. Until now. In this life, he is known by two names. Some call him Markiplier, many call him Mark Fishbach. But his name known world-wide, from the bustling streets of New York to the hidden villages in Africa, no matter the language, everyo

Aaron awoke, smiling at his lover. Mark was asleep still. The faint smell of cum still lingered in the room. The American woke and pecked Aaron on the lips. The two lay for a while. They were still a bit tired. Mark got up and put on his clothes and stretched. Aaron sat up and pulled on his clothes as well. "Cmon, let's find a way outta here." Mark said and the lovers set off through the mansion. Whilst they walked, they held hands and hummed songs. The two giant wooden double doors met their visions and they ran to the doors, which flew open when they pushed on the doors. Aaron and Mark wooped then the whole scenery went white. They awoke an

He doesn't remember his first name anymore. He doesn't remember his true age. But what he does remember, is that he's been through more lives than the world's unluckiest cat. He's had more faces than the stealthiest thief, more families than a troubled child in the adoption system. But one thing that he has never had, one thing he has always wanted to have and to feel, was the love for a significant other. Until now. In this life, he is known by two names. Some call him Markiplier, many call him Mark Fishbach. But his name known world-wide, from the bustling streets of New York to the hidden villages in Africa, no matter the language, everyo