Markiplier Imagines!

Imagine #3 - Netflix and Dil

(Y/N) = Your Name
(Y/F/S) = Your favorite soda

When you woke up that morning, you KNEW. The cramps were gripping your stomach. Aches on your sides. A huge headache. And you felt pissed off at the world.

Screw ovaries. And ovulation.

Rolling out of bed, you painfully made your way to the bathroom, where you took a long, steaming shower and cleaned yourself up. After a half hour, the hot water ran out, much to your dismay.

With a huff, you shoved the curtain aside and grabbed your towel, wrapping it around yourself and limping dramatically over to the counter, where your phone lay face-down. Picking it up with a sigh, you saw a new message from Mark.

"Hey, Million Dollar Baby. (Forgive me...) Want to meet up for lunch today?"

Reading the message, your heart melted a bit. Mark always made you feel better, even without knowing it.

"Can't, first day of it-that-must-not-be-named."

Setting down your phone, you changed into lounge clothes, brushing out your wet hair without bothering to dry it. You were hanging up your towel when your phone buzzed again.

"Oh, sorry, babe. Be over in ten. Inventory: Milk Chocolate, (Y/F/S), hot chocolate, super fluffy blankets, Foxy plushie, heating pad, and Chica. You have anything to take for the cramps?"

"I should have Tylenol. Thanks, Mark, you're the best. :)"

"I know. :P Make sure your Netflix is logged on."

"LOL, K."

With a satisfied grin, you stuck the phone in your waistband, heading into the kitchen and digging around your cabinets and drawers for Tylenol. Finding some fairly quickly, you started booting up your laptop while you prepared a glass of water to take your medicine with. When Mark pulled in later, your laptop was on the coffee table in front of the couch, and you'd thrown a few pillows onto the couch as well. When the doorbell rang, you hurried to answer it, smiling when you saw Mark, but full-on grinning when you saw Chica. The golden retriever wagged her butt back and forth, easily making you laugh. "Hey, Chica-Chee." You cooed, kneeling down and covering her face with kisses. Above you, Mark snorted with false anger.

"Gee, thanks." He muttered, struggling to adjust his bags. Laughing, you rose to your feet and gave him a quick peck on the lips, not really feeling up to anything more than that. Mark clearly understood, because he bit back his pouting and stepped inside of the living room. Not needing any instruction, he set down the bags and pulled out the heating pad to plug it in while you laid out the chocolate and soda on the table. Foxy went on your side of the couch, blankets were shared for maximum snuggles.

You had this period thing down to a science.

Plopping onto the couch, you tugged the heating pad onto your stomach, sighing a bit at the relief. "Thank you SO much, Markimoo." You breathed, letting your head rest on his shoulder when he took a seat next to you. "This is great."

Mark merely chuckled, kissing your forehead sweetly. "What'd I sign up for when I asked you out?" With a grin, you lifted your head and kissed him again, little longer this time. Mark smiled against your lips, pulling away after a second. "So," he started, directing his attention to the screen. "What are we watching?"

You leaned forward happily, clicking Play on the TV show. "The Office. I haven't watched it in forever."

"Kicking it old-school, huh?"

"Very funny."

"Thanks."

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed Foxy plushie and hugged him to your chest, leaning against Mark with a contented sigh. Chica started puppy-eyeing you, so she was invited onto the couch almost instantly. When she was settled, and the Office theme song was over, Mark kissed the top of your head one last time.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"Love you, too, Markimoo."

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After three hours and six episodes, your phone buzzed with a new notification. Leaving Micheal Scott to his onscreen monologue, you reached over to check the screen.

"DanAndPhilGAMES has uploaded a new video: NETFLIX AND DIL - Dan and Phil play: Sims 4 #22"

"Oh my God." You gasped, clicking the link to watch the video. Reaching for your computer, you paused the episode, propping your phone up against the screen instead. Mark laughed openly when he saw the title of the video. "Are we doing this?"

"Dil with it."

"Ha ha."

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And THAT WAS THE REAL ENDING!!! Lol, thank you guys so much for reading and the story's success... It means a lot. :D I'll be taking requests, so if you'd like an imagine, please feel free to let me know! Thanks, and bye!!!!!