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Impressed? (Markiplier x Reader)

I actually got this from tumblr cuz  Im working on a new story. So i might be using tumblr for a while.

CREDS TO THIS PERSON!!: http://markiemooo.tumblr.com/

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"Shit." You whispered to yourself, scrolling through the results you got when searching 'Chris Evans biceps'.

While recently watching the new Captain America movie with your boyfriend Mark, you couldn't help but notice all the actor's incredibly sculpted bodies, Chris Evans, aka the Captain America himself, being the one to catch your attention the most, mainly with his arms. Even though he wore a heavy suit for most the movie, you could still clearly see his massive biceps, ready to bulge out and rip the fabric. When you left the movie theater and Mark asked you how you'd liked the movie, you had to just nod your head, not willing to tell him how you hadn't paid attention to half of the plot because you were hypnotised by the actor's muscles.

Naturally, as soon as you had gotten home and Mark had gone into his room for a moment, you plopped down on the couch, opening your laptop and beginning your search. You kept your two fingers on the touch pad, stopping to open most photos.

"Whatcha doing, babe?" Mark called, emerging from his room, having changed out of his clothes to something more comfortable; a pair of shorts and a musle tank that had Reptar, the dinosaur from the Rugrats, in the center. If it had been any other day, you would've stopped immediately to stare at him, since the shirt did a really great job showing off his arms, but today you didn't.

"Uh, nothing." You replied a little too fast, lightly shutting your computer and putting it aside, shifting around to face him as he sat down on the couch next to you, his face contorted with curiosity.

You looked at him, smiling nervously as he looked from your face to your computer, laying still on the couch cushion. He stretched his arm quickly, grabbing the computer and setting it on his lap, way too fast for your own hands to snatch it back.

Mark brought the lid of the computer up, allowing him to see the screen, which automatically lit up. "Oh." He said, drawing out the syllable as he raised his eyebrows. "Who is this guy?" He asked without taking his eyes off the screen, frowning as he scrolled and awaited your answer.

"He's the guy that plays Captain America." You replied as Mark nodded, piecing it together himself as he pulled up a picture of Chris with his costume.

"And you like his arms." He completed, gazing back up at you with a raised eyebrow after having read what you had typed in to the search bar.

You felt yourself blush, knowing that you were gonna begin fangirling. "I mean yeah. Have you seen them? They're huge. And his whole body is just amazing. And don't even mention his face, I-" You stopped, noticing that Mark's face was still set in a frown, a glint of jealousy in his eye. You stayed silent, waiting for Mark to say anything else.

"I thought you liked my arms." He blurted, looking you straight in the eye.

You smiled, biting your lip so you wouldn't laugh over how he could get jealous over something like this.

"Of course I do." You giggled, placing a hand teasingly on his arm. "His are just a little...bigger, you know?" You said jokingly as you hoped to fuel his jealousy even more, smiling wider when he took you seriously.

"Is that so?" Mark mumbled, titling his head before standing up, setting his feet down on the ground. "So you're telling me you don't like this?" He questioned, bringing up one of his arms and flexing. You smirked, tapping your chin as you pretended to think for a few seconds.

"Mmm, no." You said finally smiling satisfied as Mark frowned yet again.

"Well what about this?" He asked, bringing up his other arm to the same height as the previous one.

"Nope."

Mark turned around, flexing both of his arms as he held them in the air, showing off not only his biceps, but also a part of his back muscles. "How about now? You impressed?" You gulped, restraining yourself form saying yes as you glued your eyes to his veiny arms, tracing them around his bulging muscles.

"Not one bit." You replied, taking back your computer from the spot where Mark previously sat, pretending to have not been staring at him this past minute. As he turned around he was faced with you, browsing the web like before instead of paying attention to him or his muscles. He squinted at you, shaking his head.

"Fine then." He said like a kid being denied of a candy from the store.

Mark stomped off in to his room, shutting the door behind him as you also shook your own head, giggling at your unbelievably childish boyfriend.

A few hours later after not hearing anything from Mark, you decided to make dinner for the both of you. You began making chicken, putting it in to the oven when you were done wight he spices and the seasoning.

As you waited for the chicken to cook, you walked over to the couch, turning on your computer again. You logged on to Youtube, checking your feed. You smiled when you saw Mark had uploaded a video a couple minutes ago, frowning when you saw the title of it: 'My Gym Progress'.
Grabbing a pair of headphones that lay on the coffee table, you pressed on the video, listening to Mark's introduction.

"Hello everybody, my name is Markilplier, and today's video is a bit different." He said, making you smile as his voice reached your ears. "Today, I'll be showing you guys, as you may have already guessed by the title, my progress at the gym. As most of you know, I promised you guys and myself that I would start going to the gym, which I have been doing. And I don't mean to sound like a completely arrogant jerk, but I just want to show you guys how I've been doing." You laughed, rolling your eyes at the screen as Mark flexed for the camera, showing everyone his body, which you had to admit, looked pretty fucking great.

He went on to talk about his experience and struggles, finally concluding the video with his usual outro. "Are you impressed yet?" He said before the video ended, the unfamiliar last bit catching your attention as it seemed almost directed to you, the words sounding oddly familiar.

The oven made a sound that alarmed you the chicken was ready, scaring you and almost making you jump out of your seat. As you took the whole thing out of the oven you called to Mark, letting him know he had to come in to the kitchen. "Mark, food's ready!"

You set the chicken down on the table and began grabbing the plates and utensils as Mark came out of his room. "Thanks for cooking for me babe." He said, coming closer to you as he began helping you set up the table.

"No problem. Oh, and Mark?"

"Yeah?"

You brought your hand up to his face, bringing it closer as you gave his cheek a light kiss, making sure to wrap your other hand around his forearm. "Consider me impressed." You mumbled, smiling as you pulled away, leaving Mark with an enormous goofy grin on his lips.

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