Markiplier Imagines

Amazing Accidents

I was exhausted.

Being my dumb self, I had decided to be on social media until one in the morning. I thought that I would've been able to sleep until at least ten.

But no.

I was awoken from my comfortable slumber by a loud ringing, as if someone had been screaming into my ear. Bolting upright, I blinked a few times, sleep making it hard to see. The fire alarm in my apartment room was going off.
Great.
There was a knock on my door as I got up and off of my bed.
"Miss? I'm afraid you'll have to come outside- someone pulled the fire alarm." The voice was deep and very adult-like. It was probably someone who worked here.
"I'm coming, just let me put some shoes on." I slipped on my fuzzy kitten slippers, yawning and stretching dramatically. I rubbed my face with my sweater paws and put my hair up in a really crappy, messy bun. I took a glance at myself in the mirror before I left my room.
Could I have looked any worse?
The sleepiness in my eyes was prominent, and one side of my face was red because of where I had been resting on my pillow. I wore a pair of pajama shorts that were just barely visible under my sweater. Another knock on my door, this time more irritable.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," I responded groggily. I opened my door to reveal a man in uniform, his face holding a strained smile.
"You'll have to take the stairs, miss," he said politely.
"Sure." He moved out of the way so that I could leave, eyes creepily watching me. The alarm was a lot louder in the hallways than it was in my apartment room. The sound echoed through the halls, and I could see people being escorted out of their rooms, or just leaving by themselves. They all looked as tired and grumpy as I felt- dragging their feet and walking almost like zombies. I sighed, walking towards the set of stairs that led to the front of the building.
I noticed that I smelled no smoke, and nothing seemed out of place. The set of doors at the front of the apartment building were wide open, and people were going outside in a very unorganized fashion. Some people were being shoved by impatient others, which just made them more upset than thy already were. I was only lucky enough to not be pushed as I walked out.
The warm summer air greeted me as I stepped onto the welcome mat of the huge building, glad that it wasn't winter at the time. The crescent moon hung high above my head in the black night sky, its glow making the stars around it seem dim. The tired people were filed out into the parking lot, most of them gathering into groups or counting heads to make sure everyone was there and accounted for. There was the occasional loner- including me- trying to find a tree to stand under or a curb to sit on. I decided to sit next to a lamppost, watching as the last of the inhabitants were steadily coming outside, like a dripping faucet. I pulled my sweater over my knees.
My eyelids had started feel heavy as sleep threatened to take me hostage, silent and comforting. A yawn escaped my lips, my attempts to stay awake failing. I almost nodded off, but woke up violently, the movement jerking me upright. Shit. Right now was definitely not the time to start taking naps. Then
I heard the manager announce that we would have to stay outside for at least an hour before they figured out what happened. That definitely didn't help. I groaned, aggravated and tired as hell.
That's when I saw him.
I didn't know if I was just seeing things because I was so tired, but the flash of blue hair definitely caught my attention. I thought that it couldn't possibly be him- his hair is pinkish-blonde from the fading dye. The crowd was still shifting, and people were still getting settled down, so I couldn't be sure, even if I tried standing on my toes. But eventually, he was close enough so that I could see him, and my thoughts were confirmed. I honestly couldn't believe my eyes.
Mark was standing a few feet away from me, hair a total mess as he stood in his black boxers and a grey sweater that looked overly comfortable. He only had socks on his feet, and he looked irritated.
I had known him only because wen went to the same school. He was that one guys in class that oh couldn't stop staring at, the one who would catch you staring and just smile back. He would stop at my locker from time to time and say hi or just to talk. I was utterly in love with him.
Before I even knew what the hell I was doing, I was calling him over as I waved my hand in the air. He noticed, a huge smile crossing his face as he waved back and started walking over. My heart almost pounded out of my chest as I mentally kicked myself for being so stupid.
"Hey, Y/N!" Up close, I realized that he wasn't wearing his glasses, and he looked anything but awake. His voice was deep and husky, which made me blush.
"Hey, Mark. I-I didn't know you lived here," I said casually, looking up at him as he sat down next to me.
"Yeah, I live on the second floor. What about you?"
"Third floor."
"Cool." There was a brief and awkward silence as we stood next to each other, the noise around us acting as a momentary distraction. I glanced at Mark's hair again, and I had to admit, it looked pretty awesome- and it was my favorite color.
"Cool hair," I finally commented, catching Mark's attention.
"Oh, this?" He brushed a hand through his messy hair, helping it calm down a bit. "I just got it done two days ago. I thought doing something different might mix things up a little."
"I like it." Another awkward silence.
Mark was the one to speak up this time.
"How ridiculous is this," he said, motioning to the scene in front of us. "What do you think is going on?"
"I have absolutely no idea. When I left, there wasn't any smoke- or at least I didn't smell any. And to think that I had just fallen asleep."
"Just fallen asleep?" Mark asked, as if wanting to continue the conversation.
"Yeah. I was on tumblr at one in the morning. I wasn't tired, until I caught myself typing gibberish on something I wanted to comment on."
"I know exactly how you feel."
"Really?"
"Yeah, happens to me all the time. But anyways, how's work?" The sudden change of subject caught me off guard, but I said nothing.
"Oh, it's good. My boss gave me today off, so I have a free schedule. I already finished my homework on Friday." A yawn came after my comment, long and draining. I unconsciously rubbed my eyes with one of my sweater paws. "So, uh, yeah. I might just watch Netflix or go shopping but I don't know. I haven really..." Another yawn. "... Figured it out yet, but I'll do something." I looked up at Mark, a soft expression on his face as he smiled at me.
"You can go to sleep if you want."
I blinked. "Huh?"
"You can go to sleep. I mean, you literally look like you're going to pass out."
"I feel like it." He chuckled and scooted closer to me, putting a sweater arm around my waist. My face turned red.
"Just put your head on my shoulder. I don't mind."
"A-are you sure? 'Cause I don't want to keep you from-"
"It's fine, trust me." Mark looked at me with such sincerity. I wasn't even sure if I should... I mean, yes, I'm tired, but... But he looks so comfortable...
Fuck it.
I put my head on his shoulder, the soft fabric of his sweater feeling like a pillow of clouds. How can someone's shoulder be so comfortable?! I was knocked out within seconds, letting the heavy darkness surround me and throw me into a deep sleep.
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"Y/N? Ya gotta wake up, sweetheart. We have to go back in."
A voice woke me from my slumber, soft but loud enough for me to hear. I opened my eyes.
"What?" Mark looked at me with his tired eyes, an amused smile on his face.
"Come on, love. We're the only ones out here." Sure enough, as I looked around, everyone was gone- probably back inside.
"What happened?" My voice was really quiet.
"Some dumb kids were messing around and pulled the switch, but it all got sorted out. We can go back now." He moved to stand up, but my exhaustion dominated any kind of movement I tried to make. I clung to his sweater tightly, not wanting to get up.
"I'm so tired," I whined.
"Okay, okay. I can carry you up." Mark stood up slightly, picking me up bridal style, but gently, as if I was the most fragile thing ever. He was actually really strong. I felt him move as he walked into the apartment, and the elevator dinged as he climbed on, leaning over carefully to press a button on the wall. He soon stopped at my door, opening it carefully. I didn't have the mental energy to curse at myself for leaving it unlocked. He got to my bedroom, laying me down on my soft blankets and started pulling away.
"No."
My sudden command made him freeze.
"What?"
"Please stay. I don't... Want you to leave. You're really comfy." A defeated sigh came from Mark above me, a short chuckle coming from him.
"Damn it... Fine." He laid down behind me, spooning me and holding me close. I could feel him inhale and exhale as his breath caressed the nape of my neck. I smiled.
"Why are you so cute?" He asked. I shrugged in response.
"You think I'm cute?" My heart was beating loudly.
"Of course. That's why I always talk to you at school."
"Mark?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you maybe want to... Do something tomorrow? I mean, if you're not doing anything..." I waited desperately for an answer. It came almost immediately.
"Sure! I'm not doing anything tomorrow either, anyways. I'm off on the weekends." A huge wave of relief washed over me as I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"That's good." I found myself falling asleep as Mark held me a little tighter. "Thank you."
"For what?" His voice was barely a whisper, which told me he was probably falling asleep.
"For staying." He was now sleeping, his chest rising and falling against my back. I followed suit, a smile on my face as I let my eyes close completely and the black, comforting darkness wrapped around me like a fuzzy blanket.