Markiplier Imagines!

Imagine #1 - Delilah

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/NN) = Your Nickname

Like any other day, the Tuesday morning was busy, but today in particular was definitely the busiest for you. While your husband of seven years, Mark, only needed to do a bit of editing and recording for his own channel, you were forced to record, edit, and write before getting your butt over to Matthias and Amanda's place for a collaboration video that you were forced to do.

Okay, not forced - Matt did ask - but it still didn't help your crazy day, especially with your 5-year-old daughter, Delilah. Just the thought of her made you smile as you took a break with your midnight editing; Lilah had been a surprise, and you had definitely not been prepared for that plus-sign on the test.

Mark hadn't either, to be honest; his exact words when shown the strip were, "I've never passed a test so easily." This was quickly followed by a kiss on the lips, but you couldn't resist putting the statement into your mental scrapbook. Deciding to turn the page, you remembered the first time you laid eyes on your living, breathing, solid baby girl, who weighed in at 7 pounds and 3 ounces. Whenever the doctors first thrust her into your arms, she was slimy, crying, and had a skin tone of faint red, with veins clearly crisscrossing her skin. All you could think about was how perfect she was, and you turned to Mark, who had been by your side the whole time, dealing with hormones, bringing in only the best games, playing only the best music, and watching only the best shows, movies, and videos until you were handed the baby; at that moment, Markimoo reached out a hand to brush her forehead, speechless, with his brown eyes wide in wonder.

As soon as he touched her, Delilah had stopped crying.

Over the years, Delilah had grown up to be rather petite, with wispy almost-black hair, pale skin, and your eyes; she was now at the age in which she wore Minecraft shirts, and she constantly marched around with sticky hands, messy clothes, and a proud smile. Anytime she was asked why she was happy, all the responses that came were simple.

"Daddy taught me how to play a Game Boy,"

"Daddy let me talk to Jack today."

"I made a video with Daddy today."

Lilah had always been a Daddy's girl, (otherwise known as Wanda Warfstache) it was inevitable, and Mark was always looking forward to time with his little girl. They were an inseparable pair, and, while you embraced it wholeheartedly, you couldn't wait to have another.

Two hands on your shoulders stopped your stream of thoughts, and you glanced behind you to find a very familiar face grinning at you cheekily. "Hey, (Y/NN)." He chuckled, moving to share your seat. Rolling your eyes, you scooched over to make room. "Hello, Markimoo." You greeted in response, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before turning back to the computer. Slinging an arm over your shoulders, the YouTuber watched silently for a second, looking at every video clip, editing effect, and sound choice that you made. After looking on in silence for a second, Mark turned back to you. "Why are you up this late, anyway? Shouldn't you at least be awake and lying in bed?" He inquired, gently bumping you with his shoulder. With a tiny grin plastered on your face, you took this opportunity to nudge him back. "I've got a busy day tomorrow, remember?"

Mark just gave you the well-duh look that he always did in return. "Yeah, but you've already got pre-recorded videos."

"I don't like using those, it makes me feel guilty."

"Why? They're pre-recorded!"

"I'm not sure." You finally groan banging your head on the desk. "I guess it's just because I'm supposed to be uploading the more recent stuff." Mark's face took on a more sympathetic look, and he gently cupped your chin in his hand, lifting you up and giving you a tiny kiss. "Come to bed, okay? It feels weird when you're not there." With a small glance at his puppy-dog eyes, you couldn't help but give in; tossing up your hands in defeat, you quickly saved the file, rising from your chair as you did so. "Fine. But only because I'm tired!" Stretching your hands up above your head, you arched an eyebrow in the direction of Lilah's room. "Sound asleep." Mark promised, getting up himself and running his hands through his hair. "Now. Bedtime for you." Sweeping you up bridal style, Mark Fish carried you back to your bed, in which he had already prepared for sleep; Mark proceeded to then dump you onto the bed, cover you up to your chin, and switch off the light in the least romantic way possible before climbing in himself. Typical.

With the lights off and the covers on, the need to sleep hit you with a bang. "Good night, Mark." You whispered, snuggling into him. Mark worked an arm around you, adjusting your head so that it lay on his shoulder. "Good night, (Y/N). See Ya tomorrow."

"Mark?"

"Hm?"

"You're okay with watching Lilah tomorrow, right?"

"Of course."

"Good, because I was gonna make you, anyway. Love you."

A light chuckle sounded from his side of the bed. "Love you, too."

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The next night, you returned from Matthias's place armed with witty material, new inside jokes, and a happy, yet exhausted demeanor; filming had been - and always will be! - a blast, but it never ceased to be tiring and stressful. As you hung your coat, you couldn't help but grin at one of Matt's sarcastic remarks that remained embedded in your mind. Although it could be a struggle, filming was equally as rewarding.

After kicking your shoes off, you made your way through the living room to the bedroom, eager to give the sleeping Delilah a kiss before joining Mark in bed to tell him how everything went with the session. On the way, however, you noticed a light coming from the office in which the two of you shared. Popping your head in, you glanced around for half-a-second. "Mark?" Almost instantly, your heart melted.

The pair were sitting in front of Mark's computer, with one of Lilah's favorite shows playing. Delilah was curled up in Mark's lap, her tiny fists gripping his shirt so that she wouldn't fall, and the little girl was fast asleep, with her hair splayed out and obvious chocolate stains around her mouth. Raising your eyes to Mark, your heart quickly fell in love with him all over again; he, too, was asleep, with his head leaning back against the back of the chair and his mouth slightly open. One of his hands supported Lilah at her bottom, with the other at her upper-back.

Smiling slightly, you reached out and shut down Mark's computer, kissing both of them gently on the forehead.

"Good night, Fishes."

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