Markimoo (Markiplier Imagines book)

12: Forgiveness

You knew it would happen eventually. No couples go through without EVER having a fight. Finally, you nagged at him one last time about how he needs to get out of his studio and interact with people. Then, he snapped.

Mark lost his shit.

"REALLY, (Y/N)?! DO YOU HAVE TO BE A BITCH AND BUG THE SHIT OUT OF ME LIKE THIS?! IVE BEEN TRYING TO FOCUS ON THESE VIDEOS FOR DAYS AND YOU INTERRUPT ME EVERY TIME. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE,"he screamed at you from across the room.

You back up, shocked by his sudden outburst. You were severely hurt,"So, I don't matter as much as that?..."

You stood there as he huffed and puffed his anger out, no answer. After three seconds, you turn and grab your purse, walking out the door to your car. It isn't until you're pulling out of the driveway when he comes sprinting out of the house, running to you, pain stricken on his face. You roll down the window, face straight.

He pleads,"(Y/N), please, I'm sorry..."

"The damage has already been done,"you mumble back before driving away, leaving him on his knees.

You drive to (Y/ F/N)'s house and talk the whole thing over. (She/he) agrees that you did the right thing. Mark needed to realize that you weren't going to come back so easily from this. He had to learn that you weren't going to take shit from anyone. You were his girl, who he pretty much was ignoring.

You sleep over that night, but you can't help but feel your softy self wanting to go back, so you don't really sleep well. You sneak out at 2 am, get in the car and drive back home. When you get inside, Mark is once again, glued to his chair in his recording room. This nearly makes you cry out of frustration. Was he ever going to get it?

You silently walk by and go upstairs and go to bed. You fall asleep for two hours until you're woken up by Mark's arms, sneaking around your waist. You're determined to get your point across, so you rip his arms from you, get up and leave. You get a blanket from the fireplace and sleep on the couch downstairs. At the same time, Mark was determined to show you he was sorry.

You fall asleep for another five minutes before you're woken up again, this time, with a kiss that is nearly irresistible.

You gather up the brainpower to push him from you and flip over,"Will you stop it?!"

"No."

You flip back over, giving him a questionable look,"Why?"

"Because I love you and I'm sorry,"he sighs,"The only reason I was back in there was because I needed to think up what I was gonna do to get you to forgive me. I wasn't even editing or anything. I was thinking of you."

"But you didn't make the effort to come and get me,"you argue.

Mark looks away,"Because I was too ashamed of myself to do so. I cried for like an hour, screaming at myself for ignoring the beautiful woman I love. How could I do that?! Ugh, God I just want to take it back so bad, but you're not going to let me in, are you?"

You can't help but swoon, flattered by the fact that he was thinking about you and actually felt something for what he had been doing. You sit up on the couch, facing him.

"So you're really sorry?"you ask.

He smiles,"Can I show you?"

You lean in and kiss him right there. He grabs your hips and pulls you against him, deepening the kiss. Since he's kneeling on the floor, down to your level, you find your legs wrap around his waist, and he picks you up, carrying you upstairs. He gently and sweetly lays you down on the bed, giving you kisses sweeter than sugar and neck kisses that release sighs from your lips. When he's done, he looks back at you, his sweet, brown eyes looking longingly into yours.

You hold his cheek with your hand,"I forgive you."

"Yay,"he mumbles, lowly chuckling before laying down next to you and tucking you in.

He wraps his arms around your waist and tightly spoons you, causing you to sigh,"I've missed you."

His arms tighten around you,"I'm not going anywhere princess, I promise."

(Good or nah?)