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"What do you mean 'they just left'?!" You asked, you and Mark had arrived at the second bunker by the docks of South Carolina.
"(y/n) the boats are on a three month schedule, they just left two weeks ago." Mark stated calmly.
You sat down in a chair and pressed your hand onto your forehead, "Three months is quite a long time when you're trapped in the apocalypse." You huffed.
Mark sat down in a chair across from you, the upside to being in the second bunker, is that the room you and Mark have is less cramped, which is one of the most wondeful things when your belly is huge with a baby.
"Its not all bad, at least little one here will be born on American soil." He grinned.
You laughed, "Murica'." You grinned.
"You never know how awesome something is until its gone." Mark muttered.
"I think America just earned 'The most stupid act of the centry award' for starting the apocalypse." You laughed.
"Hey, at least we had a good start, I mean, it could've been worse." He stated.
"True." You replied.
There was a knock at the door and Mark got up to see who it was.
"Are you two part of the group that came in from Georgia?" He asked.
"Yes, is there something wrong?" Mark asked.
"No, not at all, you two just need to head to the nurses station to get a medical evaluation." He stated.
"Alright, we'll be there in a few." Mark stated and closed the door.
"Medical evaluation?" You asked.
"I guess its protocol." Mark replied helping you up from the chair.
You sat in a room waiting for either a doctor or a nurse, when a woman walked in.
"Hello (y/n), how are you today?" She asked, she was fairly tall, or maybe it was the four-inch heels she wore, it may have been the zombie apocalypse, but the ladies who lived in the bunkers still wore the same things they did before the outbreak.
She had chocolate brown hair tied up in a bun, she was fairly pale too, but pretty, she wasn't a sickly pale, she seemed more like a porcelain doll than anything.
"I'm fine." You replied.
"That's good." She stated.
After a few minutes of being looked at, poked and prodded with needles it was finally time to go.
You walked back to your room and saw Mark holding a bloody cotton ball to his forearm.
"Are you okay?" You asked.
"Yeah, the doc just stabbed me with the freaking needle." He huffed.
"Stabbed you? Or do you mean he poked you too hard?" You smirked.
"Nah he literally stabbed me and now my whole arm is throbbing." Mark stated.
You burst into laughter, "He seriously stabbed you?" You asked.
"Har har, very funny, and yes he did." Mark stated sarcastically.
"Awww, the doctor hurt my baby." You pouted playfully wrapping your arms around his neck.
He leaned his head against yours, "That's better." He whispered grinning.
You kissed his forehead and walked away, you went into the bathroom and picked up some bandages from the medicine cabinet from behind the mirror along with another handful of cotton balls.
You sat down next to him and pressed another cotton ball in place of the old one and wrapped the bandage around his arm.
Once you were done you tied it down in place.
"There." You grinned kissing his lips.
He grinned and wrapped his arms around you pressing his forehead against yours.
"I would totally be dead if it weren't for you." He whispered.
"Duh." You replied laughing.
Mark burst out laughing, "Remember the day we met?" He asked.
"Which was six months ago, of course I remember." You smiled.
Mark huffed, "Well, do you remember our time in that cabin?" He asked as he started kissing your jawline.
You grinned, "Of course I do, my belly reminds me everyday." You stated.
Mark started laughing, uncontrollably, you started laughing too, "At least we still have our sense of humor." You stated wiping your eyes.
Mark placed his hand on your abdomen and gave you a kiss, you jumped a little when you felt a sharp kick from the baby.
Mark chuckled a bit, "That kid is going to have some serious leg muscles." He laughed.
"(y/n) the boats are on a three month schedule, they just left two weeks ago." Mark stated calmly.
You sat down in a chair and pressed your hand onto your forehead, "Three months is quite a long time when you're trapped in the apocalypse." You huffed.
Mark sat down in a chair across from you, the upside to being in the second bunker, is that the room you and Mark have is less cramped, which is one of the most wondeful things when your belly is huge with a baby.
"Its not all bad, at least little one here will be born on American soil." He grinned.
You laughed, "Murica'." You grinned.
"You never know how awesome something is until its gone." Mark muttered.
"I think America just earned 'The most stupid act of the centry award' for starting the apocalypse." You laughed.
"Hey, at least we had a good start, I mean, it could've been worse." He stated.
"True." You replied.
There was a knock at the door and Mark got up to see who it was.
"Are you two part of the group that came in from Georgia?" He asked.
"Yes, is there something wrong?" Mark asked.
"No, not at all, you two just need to head to the nurses station to get a medical evaluation." He stated.
"Alright, we'll be there in a few." Mark stated and closed the door.
"Medical evaluation?" You asked.
"I guess its protocol." Mark replied helping you up from the chair.
You sat in a room waiting for either a doctor or a nurse, when a woman walked in.
"Hello (y/n), how are you today?" She asked, she was fairly tall, or maybe it was the four-inch heels she wore, it may have been the zombie apocalypse, but the ladies who lived in the bunkers still wore the same things they did before the outbreak.
She had chocolate brown hair tied up in a bun, she was fairly pale too, but pretty, she wasn't a sickly pale, she seemed more like a porcelain doll than anything.
"I'm fine." You replied.
"That's good." She stated.
After a few minutes of being looked at, poked and prodded with needles it was finally time to go.
You walked back to your room and saw Mark holding a bloody cotton ball to his forearm.
"Are you okay?" You asked.
"Yeah, the doc just stabbed me with the freaking needle." He huffed.
"Stabbed you? Or do you mean he poked you too hard?" You smirked.
"Nah he literally stabbed me and now my whole arm is throbbing." Mark stated.
You burst into laughter, "He seriously stabbed you?" You asked.
"Har har, very funny, and yes he did." Mark stated sarcastically.
"Awww, the doctor hurt my baby." You pouted playfully wrapping your arms around his neck.
He leaned his head against yours, "That's better." He whispered grinning.
You kissed his forehead and walked away, you went into the bathroom and picked up some bandages from the medicine cabinet from behind the mirror along with another handful of cotton balls.
You sat down next to him and pressed another cotton ball in place of the old one and wrapped the bandage around his arm.
Once you were done you tied it down in place.
"There." You grinned kissing his lips.
He grinned and wrapped his arms around you pressing his forehead against yours.
"I would totally be dead if it weren't for you." He whispered.
"Duh." You replied laughing.
Mark burst out laughing, "Remember the day we met?" He asked.
"Which was six months ago, of course I remember." You smiled.
Mark huffed, "Well, do you remember our time in that cabin?" He asked as he started kissing your jawline.
You grinned, "Of course I do, my belly reminds me everyday." You stated.
Mark started laughing, uncontrollably, you started laughing too, "At least we still have our sense of humor." You stated wiping your eyes.
Mark placed his hand on your abdomen and gave you a kiss, you jumped a little when you felt a sharp kick from the baby.
Mark chuckled a bit, "That kid is going to have some serious leg muscles." He laughed.
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"Achoo!" I sniffled and wiped my nose with yet another tissue. I was laying in bed sick today, and had sent Mark out to get me medicine a little while ago.
Ah, Mark. He was extremely handsome with his floofy hair and glasses, extremely funny especially while playing games and extremely dumb when it came to love. We had been 'neighbors' for almost a year now, I moved into the apartment next door, but we've known each other for 5 years running and he still has no clue how I feel about him. Ugh, he's such a-
Buzz.
I reached over for my phone. It was Mark. Speak of the Devil.
'Hey im at the store, got meds anything else?'
'Actually, some Gat
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You smiled as you are finally able to enter your one true dream land, The Gaming Convention. Yes, it took hours and hours of waiting in one giant line that seemed to never get shorter but it was all worth it to get here. This is your first time going to one of these ....
At least on your own. You always enjoyed going to the convention, meeting people like yourself and your heroes, I mean last time you got to meet the one and only Pewdiepie.
At this convention, not only could you try out new games or old forgotten games or new consoles, you could also play with some of the very famous gaming youtubers, such as Seananners, Cryoatic, Pewdiepie
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Markiplier x Reader: Nostalgia
"Hey, let's go on a walk."
"Want to go out to the trampoline?"
"I'm hungry. Want to get food from the kitchen?"
God, why now? Why did you have to be nostalgic now? You were supposed to be sleeping, not staying awake thinking about the things you used to do in 8th grade.
Mark Fischbach. Your one and only friend in the whole world, who you even ranked up to the status of him being your brother. The only one you could trust, and the only one you could rely on.
God, you just wanted to call him up right then and eat food, walk around the empty streets at three in the morning and look at stars in the backyard.
But no. He was busy, probably.
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Yus he be a very leggy babby