Markiplier Imagines

1) He's upset that he's alone

Mark's POV

God damn it.  Why can't I get a girlfriend?  I mean, I'm not saying I'm Mr. America or anything, but I'm decent looking right? And it's not even the worst part, it's the fact that I'm alone with a crush on my brothers girlfriend. Yep, (making up a name) Chelsea. That's the one. Beautiful (y/c/h) matched with glorious (y/c/e).  If either of them ever found out I would be dead.  But I'm home for the holidays right now, and I get to see them happy and in love and blah blah blah blah blahblahblah.

I get off my plane and wait for my luggage to arrive. Out of the corner of my eye, I see this beautiful girls looking down at her phone, as if she was watching a video. She's roughly 5, 6 feet away from me; close enough for me to get a clear look at her face, but not close enough to start a conversation, especially because she's wearing headphones. She's giggles softly and runs her hand through her (y/c/h), sort of like how Chelsea does. God, I need to get her out of her mind.
Wait, did I just..?  Yep okay she's watching one of my videos.  Wanna know how I can tell? The "IGN Doritos Mtn Dew" part popped up on my screen.  Now, how to get her attention... Reach for the same luggage? No that's stupid c'mon Mark think harder.  Maybe just tap her on the shoulder and say "love that guy." No gosh Mark you narcissist. Oh—I got it and now she's gone.  Way to go Markimoo, perfectly good girl gone. I grab my bag and head towards the exit, meeting up with Thomas and Chelsea.
"Hey little bro, how was your flight?" Thomas said punching my arm lightly.
"It was alright I guess, but at least I'm home." I shrugged.
"Well it's great to have you back honey." Chelsea smiled.
"Oh by the way, Mom invited more people over this year, do you remember the (y/l/n)'s?"
"No clue." I lied. Yeah I remembered the (y/l/n)'s. They had a daughter my age. Nut job if you ask me...
"The (Y/l/n)'s. You don't remember (y/n), how she would beat you up and tease you, and that one time when she—"
"ALRIGHT alright I remember them.." I grumbled. Despite all of the shit she put me through, I still had a huge crush on her.
"We should probably get home, Mom's waiting."
The car ride home was mostly silent, Christmas tunes softly playing as the snow flakes hit the windshield. 
"Hi mom." I greeted her with open arms.
"Mark, you're finally back." She hugged me tight. "Oh you're getting so strong." I chuckled a bit as I let go. "You need to visit more often, we miss you."
"I miss you guys too, but work has just been—"
"No talking about work. This is your break, use it." She nudged me over towards a girl. "She single and very pretty.  She would make good wife."
"Mom..."
"Go. Now." She shoved me, making me bump into her. Could that be...now way....
This was the girl from the airport.
"Y-y-you're you're—" she stammered, obviously trying to find words. 
"Mark. Four letters. M-A-R-K." I joked.
"No I know who you are I just. You're markiplier!" She glowed.
"Yes, the one and only."
"I can't believe little Markimoron became Markiplier." She giggled. I felt bad, she knew me but I had no clue who she was....
"Ahaha, but I'm sorry how do you know that horrid nickname?"
"I'm the one that gave it to you silly."
No. Way. In. God. Damn. Hell.
"(Y/n)?" My jaw dropped.
"The one and only!" She mimicked me.
"My gosh you've changed so much!" I said giving her a hug.
"Yep! Losing the braces, glasses, growing out my hair and losing a few pounds can change a person." She beamed. We talked for the next few hours before dinner, catching up on how life has been.

Your POV

My god he's still cute, you thought. But I'm still little old me, vying for his attention by making fun of him.
"You and your immature sense of humor have not changed since grade school." I laughed. Crap that was mean wasn't it? Aw he looks sad. But then again he looks cute when he's sad. "It's a good thing." I reassured him. God why can't I stop, I'm finally confident but I turn back to the unpopular high school me that treat guys like shit before they could treat me like shit when I'm around him.
He's just so damn cute.
"Hey (y/n) can I talk to you on the porch, alone?" He seemed awkward but, confident. We walked out into the cold and sat on the bench. "Why did you treat me so badly?" He breathed out.
"Wh..what are you talking about Marky?" I said nervously, I think he's catching on.
"When we were younger you would always tease me and treat me like shit and I just want to know wh—" Before he could say anything else, I closed the gap between our lips. He was shocked, but then loosened up and kissed me back. He pulled back before things got too heated. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"That's why?"
"That's why."
"I'm glad."