Markiplier Imagines |completed|

I'm not cheating!

You were cooking dinner in the kitchen. It was kinda late as the sun got ready to set. Mark had been away the whole day. First, he took Chica to the vet, then went over to his friend's house and now he was at the mall. You didn't know why, but you assumed it was important. He was always so caught up in his work and you were happy that he got out of the house once in a while.

"I'm hooooome!!"

You jumped, dropping your spoon on the floor.

"Hey, you okay there?" You heard Mark's chuckling voice with the sounds of steps around the corridor.

"Yep, just so you know, next time try NOT to give me a heart attack!" you yelled back while picking up the spoon. You quickly turned back to take the chicken out of the oven.

"Ohhhhh, smells good!" Mark exclaimed and stepped in the kitchen. He stepped behind you and hugged you, pushing his lips deep in your neck. The sudden contact made you jump again, resulting in you burning your finger.

"Ow!" You cried out, pulling your hand back quickly.

"Huh? What happened?" Mark turned to you.

"I burned myself, thank you."

"Let me see."

He let go and you turned around. He grabbed your hand and after a slight peek, he pulled you over to the sink and let some cold water pour on your finger.

"What's up with you tonight? You're so jumpy!" he chuckled, rubbing your shoulder.

"You just find very convenient times to come up to me," you laughed back, "Please, be dear and take the chicken out before you burn that too."

"Heyyyy! That's not nice!" he laughed and walked over to the oven.

You let the water pour for a second before turning it off and grabbing a towel. You glanced over at Mark, who was closing the oven. That's when you saw a hickey on his neck. At first you were startled, but then remembered that it was yours. You had made it today morning. Mark was half asleep then though. Has he noticed that? Let's find out and have some fun.

"Mark?..." you asked, putting the towel away.

"Yeah?"
"What's that on your neck?"

Mark seemed startled. You bit your lip, trying not to smile.

"Where? What?" he panicked.
"Go see yourself," you said, playing a bit angry and pointing towards the mirror. Mark immediately took off the oven gloves and quickly stepped towards the mirror, hanging in the corridor. You peeked around the corner and saw surprise mixed with fear in his eyes. No, he hadn't noticed that before. You saw him trying to rub it off, but of course it wasn't going to come off.

"Mark?"
"I don't.... I don't know, I..."
"...Are you cheating on me?" you asked, but not in a serious tone. Well, at least that's what you thought.

Mark ran over to you, worried look on his face and grabbed your shoulers "I don't know anything about it! I swear! I'm not cheating on you!"

Your brain stopped for a second. You weren't ready for him to take it that seriously.

"Y/n please, I have no idea where it came from! You have to believe me!"

You saw tears building up in his eyes.

"You have to! I would never....."
"Hey, hey, hey!! Calm down dear! I did that, it's mine from the morning. I was joking!"

Mark fell silent, a tear running down his cheek. His grip on your shoulders loosened and you took his hands.

"So..you...I..." he stuttered.

You hushed him up and wrapped your hands around his torso.

"You silly," you smiled and pulled away again, brushing away his tear.

"How?" Mark managed to ask.
"The hickey? Oh, you were half asleep!" you said, giving him a little laugh. Mark pulled you into a tight hug.

"Don't you ever do that again. You know how much I love you!" he whispered. You giggled softly.

"Now let's eat. I want to hear about your day," you smiled and let go. Mark nodded and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You gave him a sweet smile and turned away to take out the plates.