Markiplier Reaction Image Novels & Stories

"Just stop! You don't get to stand there and tell me who cares about me and who doesn't. You don't get to-" He cursed and slammed his mug and the sound of shattering glass cut me off. I jerked back, eyes dropping to the floor where Marco's mug had exploded against the tile, hot chocolate and ceramic shards spreading in a dark pool. Marco stood there, chest heaving, his hand still extended from throwing it. I took a step back, and that seemed to snap something in him. "Really?" His laugh was bitter. "You're scared of me now?" I shook my head. "Marco."

Can’t sleep with all the noise. Marshall: that sucks. :( Marshall: here’s something that will make you feel better A picture suddenly popped up and I gasped out loud at the image Marshall had texted me. At first I thought it had been a mistake but there clearly hadn’t been any mistake here. It was a photo of himself shirtless with his shorts pulled dangerously low at his hips. I suddenly started to feel warm and could tell my entire face was reddening. Another message popped up. Marshall: like what you see?

“We’ll let you know when the press release goes out.” My jaw dropped. “Did you just...?” Mark laughed so hard he nearly fell out of the chair. “Oh my God, I like him. He’s finally giving you crap back.” I buried my face in my hands. “I hate both of you.” After Mark left to “practice guitar” which was code for playing the same three riffs until his fingers cramped, Hayden and I settled back onto the couch. The movie had ended, but neither of us made a move to turn it off.

Mark grabbed a chair and pulled Maryanne onto his lap while the three of us watched the eight minute version of their marathon lovemaking. I focused on the computer screen, not wanting to watch Maryanne wriggling around on his lap. Why hadn't they just put their damn clothes on before wandering around the house? "JesusFuckingChrist!" Mark exclaimed when the video ended. "That is incredible!" he added, slapping me on the back. "I got hard again just watching it. "That's the whole idea, isn't it?" Maryanne cooed seductively with an obvious wiggle of her bottom against his crotch.

Her fans started scolding her, Sneaky took her time to troll some of them, it was a joyous mood online. Miles came out of his room, looking refreshed, he could feel changes around his body. “You must be hungry,” Mark said with a tone of certainty. Miles smiled and nodded seriously, “yes” Mark brought the food he has bought forward, he watched Miles eat the rice with relish. “Do you know who is Mora's mask?” he inquired curiously, he also, is a fan of Mora's mask. Miles shook his head, and replied “no”

“I had an allergic reaction. Boohoohoo, what should I do tonight!?” Maisie walked up to her and sat down beside her. “Everything has been fine. How did you get the allergic reaction?” “I... I used a facial cleanser last night, and that’s it!” Ryleigh covered her face. “I’m going to sue that platform for selling fake goods. I’ve been disfigured!” She hugged Maisie and wept. “How am I going to attend the birthday party tonight? I don’t want anyone to see me like this. If… If Louis were to see me like this, he’d surely make a laughingstock out of me!“

Now, he was online, supporting the little viper who was trying to ruin me. "Interesting," I said softly. "What?" Marcus leaned in to look. I shoved the phone in their faces. Liam's profile picture and his comment were displayed for them to see. Chloe gasped. Marcus's face turned ugly. "That... that old fool..." "Old fool?" I lowered the phone, my voice dangerously soft. "He's not an old fool, Marcus. He's just another 'loyal' pack member expressing his opinion, isn't he?" I walked to the window, my back to them.

he leaves going upstairs. "Dude how could you, you almost killed my father he's still having problems accepting that I get a period imagine him watching that movie with me he will die " I know I was just kidding , but did you see his face?" she hits me a pillow we both laugh

She remembered that he had made an I*******m post. He was staring at her. "There is no other emoticon besides the heart, right?" Khali said. He gave a smile. "The comment section has a lot of them." Khali's eyes got narrower. She remembered a comment section where you could respond to everything. But she won't take back heart in the Rye's post. She will admit that the caption gave her tingles. "So you want me to get rid of the reaction icon? OK... "She said she was pulling the phone out of her pocket.

David was still upset with him over the incident, but as they had been best friends since like forever, he begrudgingly accepted his presence after making a bit of a fuss. "I came in peace," Mark said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "I know I messed up, and I'm sorry. To make it up to you, I did a little research and found something you might be interested in." David's eyes narrowed, the skepticism clear on his face. "What is it?" he asked, his voice guarded. Mark pulled out his phone and showed David a three-year-old photo of a man and a woman, casually sipping cocktails at a beach bar in Hawaii. They seemed to be laughing, genuinely enjoying each other's company.