Markiplier Imagines

41. The Yellow Umbrella

"Remember? How could I forget. It's burned into my brain."

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You walked up to your husband of three years and covered his eyes.

"Guess who's wedding anniversary it is tomorrow?" You asked softly.

"Um... I don't know, who's?" He asked cluelessly. You quickly uncovered his eyes, hoping he was just joking.

"It's ours, silly!" You said, walking in front of him and kissing his forehead. He just continued to scroll on his phone on the couch, as if he didn't hear what you said.

"Oh!" He finally came to his senses. "I'm sorry! Of course I remember the anniversary of us. How could I forget?" He said, giving your lips a quick kiss.

You gave him a look. "Well I bet my gift will top yours!" You said sing-songy.

"Uh, yeah! Right." Mark muttered. Did he forget a gift? You hoped he didn't.

"Remember the day we first met?" You asked him, sitting on his lap.

"Remember? How could I forget. It's burned into my brain."

Flashback to seven years ago...

You walked out of an antique shop that was getting ready to close down. You begin walking down the street when out of no where, it begins to downpour.

Good thing I came prepared! You thought to yourself.

You reached into your bag and pulled out an umbrella. A yellow one. You opened it and began to walk, your feet splashing in every mini puddle.

You passed by a bench and saw a man in only a blue t-shirt and cargo shorts, drenched. His red hair was dripping as his glasses rested on his lap.

You felt bad that he was just sitting there, wet, and alone. You turned to face him.

"Hey!" You called to him. His head shot up.

"Uh, hi!" He said giving you a simple wave.

"Are you waiting for someone?" You asked. He hung is head.

"Not anymore..." He said softly, looking back up at you.

"Here. Take this." You said giving him your umbrella. "Wow! Thanks so much, uh-"

"(Y/N)." You completed his sentence.

"I'm Mark. Mark Fischbach." He answered back. He shook your hand softly. Your hair started to get wetter and wetter in the pouring rain.

"Are you sure you don't need this?" He asked.

"No. I live right down the block from here. I can stand a little rain." You laughed.

You started to walk off when Mark began to call out after you.

"(Y/N)! Wait! How can I return this to you?" He asked.

You looked back at him and flashed a smile. "Just go out with me. That'll make up for it."

Mark smiled, he knew it wasn't the last time he'd be seeing you.

Flashback to present day...

"You didn't leave me your number or anything! I wanted to get laid that night!" Mark laughed.

You rolled your eyes and punched his arm. "Whatever." You said, walking away from him.

"(Y/N) wait it's only a joke!" He said calling after you.

You needed a walk. You went to the closet to grab a pair of shoes. You opened the closet, and what you saw in there brought tears to your eyes.

There, laying against the closet wall, was a yellow umbrella. The very same umbrella that you had lent Mark the night you met.

You grabbed the umbrella and ran toward him.

His eyes met the umbrella and he smiled.

"Still think your gift tops mine?" He asked.

Happy tears shed as you kissed Mark.

"You're such a goof."