Markiplier Imagines

77. Falling In Love

This imagine and the others that follow will be based on a show I've been obsessed with! It's called The Secret Life Of The American Teenager, and I suggest you guys watch it! It's a wonderful drama/comedy, and it's great for teenagers 13+. It's amazing! If you're a fan and you watch it, comment your favorite character! Mine is Ashley.

(Y/F/ECA) = Your Favorite Extracurricular Activity (Whether it be drama club, GSA, or band, even math or science olympiad!)

(Y/F/F) = Your Favorite Food

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"What's the rush?"

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You came home after a long day of after school clubs and extracurricular activities.  You were so exhausted, and you just wanted to go home.

You just had one more stop...

You stopped by the drug store and picked up one pregnancy test, nervous to take it later on.

You walked home, your mom greeting you from the kitchen;

"Hey, (Y/N)! How was (Y/F/ECA)?" She asked.

"It was fine. I was working really hard today." You replied, heading to the bathroom.

"What? I should go down there and make a scene. You barely have time to have fun!"

"Mom, don't!" You laughed, shouting from the bathroom.

"Come on, you're fifteen! You should be having a little fun!"

You laughed nervously, you reached into your schoolbag and pulled out the brown bag that contained the pregnancy test.

You began to run your hands under cold water, giving you the urge to urinate. You were ready.

After taking the test, you waited nervously for the result to show up. You were scared for your life, you didn't know how you'd react.

"I made (Y/F/F)!" Your mom shouted. "Your favorite!" You could feel her smiling from the kitchen.

However you weren't smiling. You looked at your pregnancy test to find that the results were positive.

You were pregnant.

But... you were fifteen. How could this happen?

Sex, that's how. Sex with a no good guy at a no good place at a no god time. You shuddered just thinking about it.

His name was Mark, Mark Fischbach. He was a drummer in the school band, and you happened to play the flute. (You can always change that!)

It was right before school started, in August. You were attending band camp to enhance your awesome flute-playing skills. Mark had flirted with you a couple time prior to that night, but you never saw anything in him.

One night, you were in the cafeteria cabin alone. You were practicing the new song, but you couldn't get it right.

Mark walked in.

"Hey.... (Y/N), right?" He asked.

"Y-yeah." You said, looking down.

"What're you doing here so late?"

"I just needed to get away and practice. Alone."

"Ah, okay. Do you need my help?"

"I-I don't think so." You replied, nervous.

"Come on, play for me."

"Okay." You said. You began to play the song, but hit a few crummy notes in the middle of it.

"Dang!" You said.

"What do you think you did wrong?" Mark asked, taking a seat next to you.

"I-I think my lips are dry." You said, licking them.

Mark then leaned in and kissed you. You couldn't feel anything at that point. He broke the kiss seconds later.

"I don't think they're dry at all..." He said, still close to your face.

You chuckled. "I-I really should get going-"

"What's the rush?"

You didn't answer. You and Mark continued to kiss. Kissing turned into making out, and making out turned into well...

Another human growing inside of you.

It wasn't that good! It wasn't long, either. It all happened so fast, you didn't realize what was happening until it was over!

Now, you're pregnant. What are you going to do? You can't be a mother, you're fifteen!

You continued to stare at the stick. Tears flooded your eyes, you couldn't stop crying. You knew crying wouldn't help. You wiped your tears, washed your face and walked out the bathroom.

"It's time for dinner!" Your mom yelled.

"I-I'm not hungry." You said.

"What? But I made your favorite!" Your mom said, disappointed.

"I know, but all that work has made me lose my appetite. I just want to go to bed. Save me a plate, okay?" You said, running up to your room.

Your dad walked into the kitchen. "What's wrong with her?" He asked. Your mom shrugged;

"She's tired, apparently."

"Apparently?"

"I think there's something wrong. She was in the bathroom for a while."

"What could possibly be wrong?" Your dad asked. "She's our precious angel."

Boy, was he wrong.

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Howdy my soldiers! I thought it'd be cool if I did like a little mini series within these imagines! I hope you guys like it. Maybe one day I'll do an interactive imagine series! If you guys like this, that should happen soon! Anyway, vote, vote, vote if you want a part two! Comment, comment, comment if you want a part two! I'll see you all next Monday. I love you all.

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