Markiplier Imagines

Makeup Mess

Helping Mark get the makeup off of his face after doing the 'Makeup Challenge'. You knew he was going to do the challenge, but when he came upstairs with all of that makeup on, you were partially terrified and partially confused.
"Don't I look pretty?" He posed as you stared at him, mouth agape.
"Okay, we need to get that off. Now." You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom, making him sit on the toilet as you wet a cloth and put your makeup-removing facial soap onto it. "You didn't use any waterproof makeup, did you?" Mark rolled his eyes, smiling and using a childish voice.
"No, Mother."
"Sorry if I sound so bossy," you said, kneeling in front of him and scrubbing his face gently with the cloth. "It's just that you look completely ridiculous. Close your eyes." He obeyed, and you giggled at how much eyeshadow he put on. "Geez, how much did you use?"
"Did I do it wrong?"
"Uh, yeah. You don't put a ton of concealer on your face- only a little. You got it in your beard, too! Jesus, Mark." He laughed as you continued to wash his face.
"I'm only giving the fans what they want," he shrugged.
"I know, I know," you sighed. "Some crazy fans you've got out there, huh?"
"Yeah, but they're the best, and I love them all to death."
"Oh really?"
"But I love you more." His comment made you smile.
"You're so cheesy sometimes, you know that?"
"I'm very aware, yes." You laughed, rinsing off the cloth and wiping his face with a dry towel.
"There," you said, "handsome as ever." You let Mark get up and look in the mirror to see for himself. You were proud of how well you got the shit off of his face, smiling proudly as he nodded in satisfaction.
"You did a really good job, sweetheart. Thank you."
"It's what I do." He touched his face in amazement, as if it was the most interesting thing he had ever felt.
"Whoa! My face is so soft! I feel like a baby! See? Touch my face." He grabbed your hand and put it on his cheek, letting you feel his skin.
"Yes, Mark, I can see that. I'm just glad that you finally look normal and your face is clean. Did I get all of the lipstick off?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"So I can do this." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his warm ones. You felt him smile, and he kissed you back as he put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. Your hands reached up and tangled themselves in his soft pink hair, messing it up. You pulled back, breathless as he looked at you. Out of nowhere, you walked away, as if nothing ever happened.
"Hey! Where're you going?" Mark called after you.
"Somewhere," you remarked sassily. A giggle came from you as you heard him chuckle and mumble under his breath. "Such a damn tease."