Markiplier Imagines!

Imagine #4 - Fanfiction

Fanfiction

(Y/N): Your Name

(Y/U/N): Your Username

"Honey, I'm HOOOOOME!" Mark called out cheerily, bursting from his office into the living room and plopping onto the couch with his laptop in hand. You laughed and inched over, giving him some room to stretch out beside you on the couch cushions. "Run me over, why don't ya?" You teased, sticking out your tongue as you readjusted your computer on your lap.

Mark just laughed, focusing on his screen to click the mouse several times. "When a man feels the need to take a face-dive into the couch, you've gotta support him, (Y/N). Otherwise, this relationship won't work out."

Rolling your eyes, you reached out and gently smacked him on the face. "Well, you can be a stubborn douche sometimes when I need more shampoo and you won't get it for me, so we're even." You playfully scolded him. Mark shrugged simply, a goofy grin plastered on his face as he pulled up a webpage. "Anyway, you'll never believe what I found."

"Septiplier fanart?"

"Yes and no."

"Phanart?"

"Yes and no."

"... Porn?"

"Can you just take a legitimate guess?" He laughed, his hair falling into his face. You grinned evilly, reaching for his laptop with one hand as quickly as you could. Somehow, though, Mark was faster, and he swatted your hand away. "No peeking!" He chastised. You threw your hands into the air, frustration getting the best of you.

"I don't know! You cried out. "My old MySpace or something?"

Mark grinned evilly at you, his teeth flashing white. "Surprisingly close, but no." He chuckled. You glared at him, trying to catch his eye through the orange reflection in his glasses.

Wait... His glasses are reflecting the computer screen... The webpage is orange... What website was I obsessed with, again? Come on, (Y/N), it can't be that hard! Orange, orange...

"Oh, NO!" You screeched in horror, diving for the screen. Mark let you have it, laughing as you frantically looked at all of your old fanfictions... Markiplier fanfictions. "Mark, how did you even find this?" You groaned, shoving the computer back towards him.

Mark laughed again, settling the computer on his lap and browsing through the page casually. "Someone sent me another link to a Fanfiction - I followed it, and after reading it, I looked at the author's page because the username was somewhat... Familiar. It reminded me of you, and I had to investigate." He cackled evilly. "The author, (Y/U/N), had written some status updates about meeting Markiplier, hanging out with him... Finally, she announced the she was abandoning the account, but she had left no reason. But, I couldn't help but notice the date..."

He pointed to the date on the last status update, and you groaned again - you had canceled the account on the day that Mark had asked you to be his girlfriend. After all, who needed fanfictions when you were living one?

Obviously, you shouldn't have had left the page open to the public.

Mark clicked into the imagine book, scrolling through the table of contents for something that looked interesting while you just hung your head in shame. "I still can't believe that you found my old Wattpad account." You muttered to yourself as he read. After a few more minutes, he tapped your shoulder, and you looked up irritably. "What?"

In response, your boyfriend started to read aloud.

"He lifted up a hand to brush the hair from your face, and for a second, your heart stopped. Every single hair stood up on your body as he leaned in just a little closer, meeting your eyes with his chocolate brown ones. '(Y/N)...' He murmured, his gaze flickering over your flushing face. 'I love you... I always have...'

"You swallowed hard, trying to push down your nerves. 'I...' You couldn't speak, and Mark understood. Slowly, he leaned in closer and closer, until-"

"STOP!" You screeched, reaching out and slamming the laptop shut. Mark laughed without holding back, tossing back his head and letting the sound ring out. You blushed furiously, snatching up the laptop and setting it down on the coffee table. "That was so Mary-Sue..." You muttered.

"What was that, (N/N)?" He asked you evilly.

"Nothing."

"I think you were just critiquing your old Fanfiction."

"I was not."

Mark rolled his eyes playfully. "Did you have a favorite one?" He asked you, scrolling through your works.

"No."

"I do."

"Mark Edward-"

"This one. The one I'm physically in."

"..."

You just sighed, shaking your head. "You're an idiot."

"I'm your idiot." He responded cheekily. You couldn't help but laugh at his tone.

"Stop." You giggled.

"I love you."

"Good."