Markimoo (Markiplier Imagines book)

26: The Guy Across the Room

Your friend had dragged you to her large house party on Friday night. You sighed and gave in, following her in the door. As you walked in, you were met with the ocean of people, in the kitchen, in the living room, and some even on the stairs. Few were dancing, most were just standing and talking, drinks in their hands. Little did you know who was sitting by himself in the corner. 

(Y/F/N) turns to you,"(Y/N), there's something I have to tell you..."

"What?"you become slightly nervous.

"Well,"she sighs, gathering her words,"There is one very special person here, someone you would've never known I was friends with. I made sure he was here, just for you."

This is thought provoking. Who is she talking about? She couldn't have possibly invited someone famous, there's no way. You nervously run a hand through your hair, trying to think.

Who could this mystery person possibly be?

As you walked through the sea of people, you recognize a few of your friends. You talk with them for a bit before one of them brings it up.

"You know, (Y/F/N) brought someone here as a surprise for you. You're gonna love it. He's in the corner."

Your heart starts racing, the mystery intensifying. You push through the crowd in the living room. Making your way to the corner your friend gestured you to. When people see you, they point, talking. Then, you freeze as you catch a head of red hair.

You turn around, shaking. He didn't see you, but you saw him. You take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. Freaking Markiplier?! How the hell did she get him here? And for YOU?!

You turn back around, as chill as you can possibly be in a situation like this. There are a few people blocking you from his view, so you don't necessarily have to move yet. Your brain is running in a million different directions as you consider your options. Really, you're just trying to figure out what the hell to do.

You could walk up and say hi, but your voice would be really weak and he would be able to tell that you're the fan he's surprising. Without making a decision, you walk up, hands shaking and sweating.

"H-hi..."you say meekly, giving a nervous smile.

Mark looks up at you, immediately breaking into a smile as wide as the earth,"Hey, you must be (Y/N), the girl that (Y/F/N) told me so much about."

"Yeah..."you trail off, blushing deeply. You have no idea where this conversation is going.

After a little bit of conversation and introduction, you settle down next to him, much more comfortable. Eventually, (Y/F/N) catches you, shooting you a squeal and a thumbs up before leaving you two alone.

"I had no idea my best friend was friends with you!"you giggle, still wondering.

Mark chuckles, shaking his head,"Yeah, I met her at a convention once, she just seemed nice to hang out with, she was part of mine, Jack, and Emma's group. That's basically what happened."

You nod and he adds,"But you, you're different, in a way I mean."

"How?"you cock your head to the side.

"(Y/F/N) is a comedian, always has some hilarious pun to throw out to make us laugh until it hurts. But you,"he nonchalantly puts his arm around you,"You're so nice, so adorable and sweet."

A raging blush flushes over your cheeks and you giggle,"Flirting already, are we Mark?"

"I mean, maybe..."he winks,"If you want to. I could say more, like the truth of how beautiful you are."

You look down, the blush deepening. Mark looks away for a second, giving you the perfect opportunity. You turn and kiss his cheek, smiling as you pull away. A small gesture, but enough to make him turn back in shock. Your stomach is rolling with butterflies and your heart fluttering as you allow yourself to drop the fangirl and fall in love. Your heart stops when you notice his eyes flicker to your lips. 

"You really mean that?"he asks, leaning in to you, his voice deeper.

You lean in with him,"Wanna find out?"

Then, he grabs your cheeks, caressing them gently as he presses his lips to yours. They're soft to the touch and you melt into him, needing more. You feel Mark's arms slide down to your waist, attempting to pull you closer.

Giggling, you break the kiss pulling yourself into his lap. He looks up at you in awe,"God damn, you're gorgeous."

"One night couldn't hurt, could it?"you smile.

 Mark shakes his head,"No, but I don't want this and then have to let you go... I would be distraught. Please, stay here with me."

Your only response is a deep, passionate kiss that sends you into a trance, making you sleepy. Only then does it occur to you that-

You're kissing Markiplier...

While on his lap.

This makes your stomach jump a little, but it doesn't break the kiss. Your lips move with each other, basically hugging. You don't want to let go, you feel so comfortable with him. Finally, you pull away, out of breath. You didn't even notice you were gripping his cheeks until now. Mark stares up at you, his eyes full of love. You press foreheads, sighing with relief. Mark chuckles, tightening his arms around your waist.

"Mind if I drive you home?"he asks sincerely.

You smile,"How about you come home with me?"

(There ya go, peeps! Answer in the comments! Would you have been that bold as (Y/N)?)

(Also, someone asked me if I still have a boyfriend. I do, I just took the pic down because I didn't want my account to be too personal. He's jealous of Mark and Sean anyways ;))