Markiplier Fan Art Novels & Stories

TikTok edits, memes, even poorly drawn fan art of me handing her the bear while sparks flew on the ice. Marcus dropped beside me, still scrolling. “Look at this one. ‘Kane buying Danica a teddy bear after trying to break her all season = peak character development.’ There’s already fan art. Someone drew you two on the ice with a teddy bear between you and little hearts floating around. It’s blowing up.”

No, five. He slammed his laptop shut and leaned back against the pillows, fingers pressed to his temple like he could squeeze the thoughts out of his head. This was insane. He was spiraling. MidnightViper couldn’t be Julian. There was no way someone like Carter—golden boy, team sweetheart, hockey’s favorite PR angel—would moonlight as a faceless OnlyFans creator who whispered confessions into the camera like he was peeling his soul open. Except… what if he was? **

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

Sometimes you had to choose the lesser of two evils and right now that was the chameleon. He was dressed casually in a pair of cargo pants and a t-shirt where chibi Deadpool and Groot from the Marvel comics were wearing onesies that looked like each other. Right now he looked like the sort of person she enjoyed hanging out with but looks could be deceiving. You can’t judge a book by its cover indeed. “Nice shirt,” Lily told him. Mark looked down as if he had forgotten what he was wearing and laughed. “Thanks. It showed up in a F******k ad and I couldn’t resist getting it.”

"How is that the same? Kaia is my friend. But this Drake? He's not even from our pack! He knows you have a mate, yet he's still pursuing you. He just wants to get you into bed!" At those words, I raised my hand and slapped him. Hard.

I gave him a side hug, Max was one of the first friends I made since coming to this university, and I’ve had mad respect for him since I saw his pen art, I marvelled at the amount of patience he had with shading and detailing, in my opinion, he should have been the main artist, his work was exceptional. “I’m super pumped for tonight, and crazy jealous that you’re the main artist,” he said and I smiled. “You’re not going to try to sabotage me are you?” I playfully asked and he bit his lip. “I mean if something were to happen…” “You wouldn’t!” I gasped, going along with the act and he chuckled, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t, you deserve this, you’ve improved so much and all your paintings tell

After breakfast I change into my white transparent tiny bikini the bottoms are a thong my mother bought this for me when I was sixteen I have never worn it until today Mr Parker has a couple of his Friends over playing porker in the pool house which is facing the loungers in the pool I wear a bikini cover over it with flip flops walking next door. I already texted Kaylee, Carson and his friend will be there with one other friend of ours Julie. When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker.

He had smooth, olive skin—I couldn’t tell if he was Black, Spanish, White, or some combination—but I had never seen such smooth and soft skin, complementing a chiseled jaw line. His hair was short and brown, and he was thin. There was something about him, something so out of place here. He seemed fragile. An artist, maybe. Or maybe…a musician. Or a poet. It was unlike me to be smitten by a guy. I’d seen my friends have crushes, but I’d never really understood. Until now. I was even more shocked to see him staring back at me.