Markiplier Imagines

58. Arch Enemies

Requested by; @FandomsFuelMe

"Dance with me."

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"Two days, everyone! Buy your tickets, now!" A girl on the student council had said. She was referring to prom.

Thankfully, you had already purchased your tickets weeks before! Well, your boyfriend, Taylor did. You guys were going together, matching dress and tie colors and everything! You were so thrilled.

You closed your locker, and saw Taylor walking down the hall. "Taylor!" You waved him over.

He started to approach you, but someone had blocked your view.

Ugh. Mark.

Mark Fischbach happened to be your arch nemesis since the fifth grade. Ever since he beat you in the Worldwide Spelling Bee, and bragged about it, you've hated his smart guts. His smart, hot guts.

Now it was Senior Year. Senior Year and you still hated the guy. He never made it any better for you.

"Hello, (Y/N)." he smirked at you. "So I see you're going to prom this Friday?"

"Yeah. So what?"

"Well, I'll be sure to win that dancing competition and beat you for sure!" He said.

"Um, no you won't. You don't even have a partner!"

"I don't need one! Rules said so! Oh, you're boyfriend's here. Tata!"

Mark walked off so sassy, you almost cried.

Cried about how cringey it was.

"Hey, love." Taylor smiled. "Ready for prom?"

You had a determined look on your face. (PLEASE NO UNDERTALE JOKES PLEASE I BEG.)

"Oh, I'm more than ready."

Taylor widened his eyes. "Uh oh. What's that look? Mark give you a problem?"

"Nope." You smiled.

"Alright... So... We're definitely gonna do it on prom night?"

"What? No! I told you, Taylor, that I wanted to wait! We literally just started dating!"

"Ugh. Fine. See ya." He said, smooching your lips. He walked into his class which was right next to your locker. You rolled your eyes and walked to class.

• • • two days go by • • •

You slid on the pinkest lipstick ever. It was the last step of your whole prom look. Curled hair, blue dress, sparkly-blue pumps;

You looked beautiful.

After ten minutes of taking selfies, you texted Taylor;

Where are you?

Two minutes later, your phone buzzed;

Sorry baby... I'm sick... Can't make it.

That's when your whole world fell down faster than you could say 'frittata'. He wasn't going to prom?? You couldn't go alone! You could probably meet some friends...

But... You've been waiting for this day almost your whole life! You couldn't just go without a date!

You decided to be brave. You got in your car and drove yourself there.

• • •

You walked into the gymnasium which had been transformed to look like Verona, Italy. You looked around and saw your friends chatting.

What if they asked you where Taylor was? You couldn't tell them you showed up alone! You couldn't walk up to them, either!

That's when you saw a chair in the corner.

Almost as if it were meant for you.

You that there, sighing, huffing, puffing. You even shed a few tears. And that's when you saw him;

Taylor. He had walked in, holding the hand of Gina Hastings. That's when you lost it. You grabbed two cups of spiked punch and walk toward him.

"You fucking jerk!" You shouted, splashing both drinks on him.

He stood there. Pale, wet, humiliated. Gina had stepped on his foot while walking out of the gym.

You went back to your designated corner and sat there with your face in your hands, crying.

That's when you felt a few taps on your shoulder.

It was Mark.

He had put contacts in. He was wearing a cute plaid number with a bow tie and suspenders. He looked hot.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)? I saw Taylor with someone else."

You shook your head as you stood up. "No. Tonight was supposed to be so special. And that dick just made it one of the worst nights of my life."

"Aw, (Y/N). Come here." He said, pulling you into a hug.

"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" You asked, hugging him tight.

"Because. No one else is allowed to inflict pain on you. That's my job." He said, rubbing your back.

You giggled. "You're so sweet."

"Yeah, I kinda am."

Then, a slow song came on. He looked at you and held his hand out. "Dance with me." He said.

You took his hand. He led you out to the dance floor and put his hand on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt all of your troubles melt away as you slowly swayed side to side. (Sorry if Ariana Grande is now stuck in your head)

You couldn't help but stare into his eyes and think;

Why? Why were we even feuding all these years?

As the song came to an end, you were debating whether or not you should make a move.

As you were debating with yourself, Mark leaned in. And that's when his lips touched yours.

It doesn't get more magical than this.

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