I Can't Make It

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This is for @_simplymaggie_. I want to thank you so much for being so patient for this imagine. You asked for it like two months ago and I could give you a million excuses but all I'm gonna say now is I'm sorry. Anyway, I hope you like this!

So you and your boyfriend have been together for a while. About six years now, and things couldn't be better. Honestly, you would've thought he would've proposed already but he hasn't. Come to think of it, he hasn't even talked about marriage period. He is busy though. You are too. Him being a celebrity on YouTube and you being a up and coming soccer star. Your schedules are slowly getting harder to coordinate.

Today is your big game. It decides whether or not you get into the big leagues. This is the game you've been training for for years. Sadly, Mark can't make it because he has plans that he's had forever that he can't get out of. You aren't upset anymore, but at first, you were pretty sad. You wanted him to be there to see it, but it just couldn't be that way.

This is it, you get your bag packed and you're ready to head out the door. Mark meets you in the living room and gives you a kiss, "Good luck and I'm so sorry I can't be there." "It's fine, Mark, really. I understand," you tell him, "I've gotta go, love you." He opens the door for you, "Love you too."

At the game, you have an amazing first half. This is definitely the best game you've ever played. You feel so confident and genuinely good about yourself right now. Right now you're sitting on the bench waiting for the second half to start even though the first half just ended. All of a sudden, the announcer comes on over the microphone, "Can everyone please quiet down for just a moment." He waits for everyone to get quiet then continues, "Thank you, so we have a special guest here in the box that would like to say a few things." You can hear the microphone being passed from one person to another, "Hello everybody. My name is Markiplier or just Mark." You turn around and look into the box, you can see Mark standing in it holding the mic, he looks so natural. He opens the door and starts walking down the stairs, "So, I'm technically not supposed to be here right now because I had 'other plans' but I really didn't. I told someone that so they wouldn't suspect anything, but SURPRISE, here I am, and yes I've been here the entire game so I've seen everything." He makes his way across the field into the middle of it, you can see his eyes searching the crowd, "So, I don't want to take a real long time for this because I'll get too emotional and we just don't want that. Anyway, (F/n), I want to say I love you, and I'm sorry for kinda lying to you about this but it'll be worth it, trust me. I want you to know that even though I haven't talked about it, it's always been on my mind. I've loved you for 6 years now and I want to love you forever. Will you marry me?" You stand up and race onto the field, when you reach him you wrap your arms around him and start bawling. "So is that a yes?" he asks holding the microphone up to your mouth. "Yes," you say not being able to hide your happiness.

He reaches into his pocket to get out the ring but you tell him to wait," I don't want to ruin it while I play, but as soon as this games over that ring is mine." He leans down and kisses you and the crowd goes crazy.



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