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I made this… because of reasons!
I found this ‘poem’ in one of Mark’s DDLC gameplays, and… and it’s pretty obvious that it’s about William. And then I learned how to make gifs. So. Hope you like it!
so… i made a thing. again.
Youtube upload
James A. Janisse also known as Dead Meat
i’ve never felt more bisexual
NO WAY NO FUCKING WAY NO WAY NO WAYYYYY
I WAS SCREAMING
Home - Mark Fischbach
Hey guys,
This is my first YouTuber imagine, it’s a short piece to help me get back in to the swing of writing, but I hope you guys like it and remember to keep sending in requests.
Anna
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Y/N was reading on her bed when she heard her boyfriend shout her name from downstairs.
“Y/N!” Mark yelled, making her jump slightly as her peaceful reading was interrupted.
“Yeah?” She replied without making any effort to move from her spot.
“What’s your laptop password?” He asked, making Y/N blush gently as she thought of the answer.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I need to borrow your laptop but it's locked." He explained. "So what's the password?"
“Uh… Try and guess it!” She challenged.
“What?! How am I ever gonna guess it?!” Mark yelled, the number of possible passwords being far too high for him to comprehend.
“Look at the hint and try it!” Y/N turned back to her book, ignoring the cries of protest coming from downstairs. Mark sighed and clicked on the hint button. The word ‘home’ popped up in the box and Mark started typing possible answers in.
First was her old address, then their address, most of her family members, her home town and even her school name, all of which were rejected by the machine. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.
“Y/N please just tell me!” Mark called out in desperation, his mind drawing a blank for any other possible answers. The only reply he got was a muffled “Nope!” from their shared bedroom.
“I can do this,” he muttered to himself, “I just need to think. Where does Y/N feel ‘at home’?” He typed in a few other words, desperately typing in words like ‘bedroom’ and her home country, still to no avail. Suddenly he remembered something Y/N had said to him recently, when she was almost asleep.
“You’re my home, Mark, I love you.”
‘You’re my home.’
Slowly Mark typed in his name and pressed enter. The laptop unlocked and a photo of Y/N and Mark that they had set as her background appeared. Mark sat there in shock for a short time, a smile slowly growing on his face. After finishing what he needed to do, he made his way up to where his girlfriend was still engrossed in her novel, pulling her into a big hug when he got there, taking her by surprise and making her drop her book.
“You’re my home too.” He whispered after a moment, the girl finally understanding what was happening and relaxed into the hug, the two of them sitting on the bed in each other’s arms, a peaceful silence falling across the room.