Markiplier Imagines

Coming Home

Last year, Mark was drafted into the army. He always called, sent messages, emails. Until about a month ago. This caused sleepless and sob filled nights. He still hasn't made contact with anyone.

My best friend, Jack came back to LA to comfort me in any way he could. I got a lot of visits and messages, but that seemed to make it worse. Jack stayed at our house, sleeping on the couch.

I woke up sobbing and sweating, dreaming that Mark was actually gone. I began to scream and cry in that early morning. Jack came thumping quickly up the steps and into the room Mark and I used to share.

(Y/N)! Are you-" He stopped when he saw my face. His shoulders dropped, along with his face, giving me a look of sympathy. He walked over to the bed and wrapped his arms around me, hushing me and comforting me. The little Irishman was always good at that.

"Shhh. It's okay. You were just dreaming," he whispered.

I cried into his shirt and wrapped my arms around his pale figure tightly.

I wish I was anywhere but here. I wish I never met Mark. I don't eant to have to suffer like this anymore. But I have to. I have to believe. That's just how it is. It's impossible to let go of Mark.

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I was laying on my couch, blankly staring at the door, waiting for Mark to walk in. My phone began to ring. I hesitantly picked it up and answered.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice raspy.

"Hey, (Y/N)! It's (F/N)! We were wondering if you wanted to go out tonight?"

I paused.

Maybe I need to get out to distract myself. As terrible as I feel, I said yes.

I heard (F/N) and my other friends squealing in the background.

"We'll pick you up at six!" They yelled before hanging up.

I groggily traveled upstairs to my room, halfheartedly smiling at Jack in the hallway.

I opened my closet and looked around, finding a black t-shirt dress that was loose-fitting and stopped just above my knees. I picked out black, velvet ankle boots that had a small wedge and slipped those on with the dress. I put on some concealer to hide my dark circles that lingered from lack of sleep. I put on some mascara and put the top portion of my hair into a ponytail.

I slowly traveled downstairs and waited for my buddies to pick me up.

Jack came down with a grey t-shirt and some nice jeans, slipping his shoes on in the process.

"You're coming, too?" I asked, feeling slightly happier. He would know when I wanted to go home if I had to.

"Yep," he said, smiling. "You look nice," he said.

"Thanks. You don't look to bad, either," I said, chuckling slightly.

My friends soon pulled up to the house and we climbed into the car. Matthias and Wade were in the back seat. Amanda was driving and Molly was in the passenger seat. The next to me was vacant as Jack joined the boys in the back.

"By the way, Singe is meeting us there," Wade said while Jack smiled.

I didn't know she was coming.

I smiled brightly, yet I was in the middle of the date mobile. I wish Mark was here.

I blocked out all of the conversations on the way to the restaurant, thinking about Mark.

On the way there, I did notice every passenger giving each other suspicious looks.

"Are you guys planning to murder me or something?"

"Haha! No," Molly said.

"You're too precious," Amanda said.

I rolled my eyes and looked out the window, seeing that we arrived at the gancy little resturaunt.

We sat by the door. I immediatley ran up to Singe and hugged her.

"How are you holding up, Ven?" She asked quietly.

"Well... I'm holding up," I said.

All of the girls sat with their backs facing the door. Singe and Amanda sat next to me while Molly was next to Amanda. The boys sat across from their dates, leaving me alone.

After ordering drinks, everyone began yo talk while I remained silent.

Jack looked down at his phone, typing something, and picking it up.

"Hey do you girls want to get a picture together?"

I nodded with a small smile as the other girls agreed, squeezing close to me.

I'm coming home.

The door behind us opened, but I remained smiling at the camera.

I'm coming home.

The boys all smiled.

Tell the world I'm coming home.

Their eyes drifted behind us.

Let the rain,

Jack's phone snapped, signalling that he took the picture.

Wash away

He handed me the phone.

All the pain of yesterday.

I tapped the picture and let it load.

I know my kingdom awaits,

Everyone leaned in to look at the picture.

And they've forgiven my my mistakes.

I find a man in camoflauge smiling in the background. It wasn't just anyone... It was...

I'm coming home.

Mark.

I'm coming home.

I immediatley looked behind my with tears filling my eyes. He smiled at me.

Tell the world I'm coming...

I pushed my way out of my chair and ran into his embrace with tears staining my cheeks. He was real. He was alive.

Home.