Markimoo (Markiplier Imagines book)

16: Ask

The sunlight blares through your eyelids and you pull the covers up, not wanting to wake up. You moan as you roll over and land on another warm body. Still half awake, you put your arm all the way across Mark's upper half, cuddling close. Suddenly, the covers come off and your eyes are once again exposed to the sunlight, and you moan again, shoving your head into the pillow.

Mark chuckles,"What's wrong, babe?"

"You know exactly what's wrong,"you groan through the pillow.

Mark gets up and you finally pick yourself up, sitting up on the bed. You freeze when you see him standing before you. In nothing but his boxers, and messy bed head hair, it was extremely pleasing.

"Ugh,"you groan before getting up and walking away,"Stop looking sexy as fuck."

You're barely downstairs when his arms stop you, making their way all the way around you. You sigh, leaning back on him.

"Not like I can help it,"his husky voice echoes in your head.

Biting your lip, you struggle free to go to the kitchen to make breakfast. You turn the radio on and Vacation by Thomas Rhett (it's a really good song btw, you should listen to it) comes on. Mark sings to you through it and you both dance around the kitchen like a pair of goofballs. Whenever he would grab your hips, you would sway them along with his. You two are a perfect match, a match made in heaven.

When the song ends, you lean into him, both of you laughing your asses off. When the pancakes are done, you flip them on a big plate and take it to the kitchen table. While eating, you catch several of Mark's stares. After breakfast, you plop down on the couch with him, curling up from the thunderstorm approaching outside. Every crack of thunder that startled you, Mark would chuckle and hold you closer. Snuggled under a blanket, you were snug as a bug.

Later in the day, Mark- changes. He seems jittery and nervous. Every time you ask what's wrong, he acts as though he doesn't know what you're talking about.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine babe."

You shrug, unable to get anything out of him. When you go upstairs after binge watching (fave show) for an hour, you find Mark, dressed up. Not dressed up like in a suit or anything, but with his lucky flannel and good jeans, brushing his black/red hair.

"What are you doing?"you ask, confused.

He walks in the closet and comes out with your favorite sundress,"Taking my girl out to dinner."

"Why?"

"Because,"he gives you the most adorable smile,"I feel like it."

"Awwwwww, Markimoo,"you swoon, your hand on your chest.

He hands you the sundress and you take no time in putting it on and doing your makeup. When you're finished, Mark walks in as you see him through the mirror. You let his arms snake around your waist as he holds you tight.

"My beautiful girlfriend, as always,"he kisses you on the cheek and your cheeks flush pink.

"So,"you start,"Where are we going?"

He lets go of you and takes you by the hand,"Let's go."

He pulls you down the stairs and out the door, to the car. You giggle all the way down until he lets go of your hand and the two of you hop in and drive off. Mark tells you to close your eyes until he says to open them. Though it's hard not to peek, you oblige. When you're allowed to open, your eyes are greeted with a warm orange sunset behind tall, sandy dunes. Your hand lands on his and you look into his chocolate brown eyes, which stare back lovingly.

As you walk across the sand, you both walk up to the restaurant that was planted on the beach, the only one you knew of. There were tables set up on the sand, candle light center pieces and two chairs each. You're speechless, and you feel like you're dreaming when, like a gentleman, Mark offers you his arm. You smile, beaming and link your arm in his.

The waitress seats the two of you at a designated table, further from the rest of the tables.

"Mark,"you start, suspicious,"Did you have this arranged?"

"Of course I did, my girl deserves only the best,"he answers as he pulls your chair out.

Once he's seated, you're looking at the face you met almost a year ago. The way you met was actually pretty amusing to you, because you took him as an asshole at first.

It was at the pool:

You were tanning at the public pool, your favorite bikini on and the sun beaming on your skin. Of course, as you expected, you hear a whistle a few chairs over.

"Hey girl!"

You open your eyes to see a red haired idiot sitting on a pool chair, smirking, at you. You glare and close your eyes again.

"Hey, Mark, she's got nice damn legs,"you hear one of his friends say.

With that, you sit up,"What's your damn issue, boys? Perverts..."

You lay back down and return to tanning, refusing to flip because they'd see your ass. About 20 minutes later, you hear the same voice, now, right next to you.

"Hey..."

You open your eyes, face full of anger before he continues,"I'm sorry if I made you mad, okay? I just wanted to talk to you."

"You don't even know who I am,"you snap.

"I've seen you around town a lot and I just wanted to have the chance to tell you that you're really pretty..."his voice turns shy.

You open your eyes, your face turned to understanding. Looking at him, you can't help but let your mind tell you he's quite a cutie... hot even. You smile before sitting up, and you hear his friends whooping and making other unnecessary noises towards you that Mark was talking to you.

"Shut up you bastards!"he yells at them and they immediately stop.

"That was pretty dumb of me, huh,"Mark starts, once you're both done recapping the story.

You giggle,"No, it wasn't. It was cute."

"You're cute,"he remarks.

You giggle,"Shut up, you."

"Oh really? You want me to shut up?"Mark throws his hands up in defense,"Ya know, I was gonna ask you a very important question, but now, since you told me to shut up..."

"Okay, okay, Mark,"you apologize.

He smiles,"Before I ask it, though, I really need to tell you something... (Y/N), when I met you, somehow I knew, I just knew. The way your eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the way your hair flowed in the wind, the way your smile lit up my world, the way your skin glowed, just like it does now... I just knew, I had to ask this question at some point."

Mark takes your hand, and you both stand up, only briefly. You gasp in shock as his knee bends and lands in the sand. Silence falls over the beach as everyone stares in anticipation. Tears come flooding to your eyes when you realize what he's doing, your hands shaking as he pulls out the small box and opens it, revealing the most beautiful ring inside. You stand there, paralyzed, hands clamped over your mouth.

"(Y/N), that day, I knew I had to make you mine, I had to love you more than anything else, I had to make it official, which is what I'm asking now... (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?"

You could hear swoons from the people around you.

A tear slips down your cheek as you barely squeak out,"Yes!"

With that, Mark shakily slides the ring on your finger, grabs you by the hips and kisses you lovingly.