Markiplier Imagines

34. I Love You

"Fine. I'll come. But I'm coming for the cake."

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You and your boyfriend, Mark, were dating for about seven months. You were having a fun time with him!

Until he said the three words that meant you and him were serious.

"I love you." Mark had said to you last night.

You didn't know what to say!

"Me too." You smiled.

"What?"

"I love me too."

"Y/N. That's really messed up."

And with that said, Mark had got up and left your apartment. You felt awful, and since then he hasn't been returning your calls or texts.

"Mark. Please call me back. It's urgent." You said, leaving him another message. Four minutes later your phone began to buzz.

Mark!

"Hello?" You answer.

"What is it, Y/N?" Mark asked.

"Please come over. I feel really bad about last night. I wanna make it up to you."

"How?"

"Cake."

You heard a sigh on the other end of the line;

"What kind of cake?" Your boyfriend asked.

"Red velvet."

"Fine. I'll come. But I'm coming for the cake."

You were hurt when he said this, but it was worth him coming over. You had a whole night planned.

You had slipped on a backless white dress and got yourself pretty. All of a sudden you heard a knock at the door.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror before answering it.

"Hi." You smiled.

"Wow. You look great." Mark said, pecking your lips.

"Thanks, sit!"

Mark took a seat at your kitchen table.

"Where's this red velvet cake?" He asked.

"It's in the oven. But before that I want to tell you something."

"Okay, what."

"I feel really bad about last night-"

"Don't." Mark said, cutting you off.

"Let me finish!" You insisted. "I feel really bad about last night, and the reason I didn't say it back was because... I'm afraid of commitment. And you saying this made me feel like I was committing myself to you. But... I want to face this fear if it means I get to be with you."

All Mark could do was smile. He combed his fingers through his faded red hair.

"I don't know what to say-"

"I do."

"What?"

"I love you, Mark." You said.

"I love you too, (Y/N)." Mark replied. He leaned over across the table and you did the same, your lips connecting.

The oven started to beep.

"Cake's ready!" You said joyfully.

"I love cake!" Mark said happily.

"And I love you."

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a/n: Sorry this was shit.