Markiplier Imagines

80. Wearing His Clothes (2)

I loved this imagine so much, I decided to make another one! Enjoy!

"Alright, but you can still walk around naked if you want."

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"(Y/N)!" Mark yelled from the couch. You gave him the filthiest look;

"Mark, I'm sitting right next to you!" You yelled back. Mark chuckled;

"I want to make you a special dinner tonight. What do you want?" Mark asked. You shrugged;

"I dunno, what are you up for making?" You asked. Mark rolled his eyes. "I'll make anything for you, baby. Now tell me what you want." Mark said, stroking your arm.

"Hmm... Well... I kinda want to try something new..." You began. Then it hit you. "Let's have spaghetti tacos! Like from iCarly!" You beamed. Mark giggled;

"Your wish is my command. I just need to get the stuff. I'll make a quick trip to Ralph's, and then I'll make you your wonderful noodles enclosed in a corn envelope."

"Sounds good. I'll wait here. I've been dying for some alone time in the apartment." You shrugged. Mark bit his lip. "You gonna walk around naked? Cause you can do that when I'm here!" He said in a deep voice.

You playfully punched Mark in the arm. "No, silly. I just want to take a bath without hearing you screaming from the recording room." You explained. Mark nodded;

"Alright, but you can still walk around naked if you want." Mark suggested. You rolled your eyes;

"Go get the food before I hurt you!" You laughed, shooing him out of the apartment.

And like that, you were alone. Plus Chica, of course. You went to the bedroom to figure out what to wear for your spaghetti taco dinner tonight. Mark said it was gonna be special, so why not wear something special?

You shuffled through your side of the closet, finding nothing of interest. You finally reached Mark's side of the closet. You pulled out his Captain America t-shirt, hugging it.

Then, you had an idea.

You took off your t-shirt that read Gay is okay! and placed is neatly on the bed. You carefully slipped on the t-shirt. You examined yourself in the mirror. The baggy t-shirt looked adorable on you.

You twirled around in it, causing the shirt to fall off your shoulder. You giggled to yourself. You took the shirt off and hung it up.

You shuffled through more of his clothes, trying each shirt on. You finally came across a t-shirt. Just a blank white one. You tried it one without hesitation.

You looked in the mirror and saw the shirt's design. You didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so you did both. The shirt seemed to be custom made by Mark, and on it, it read:

     Mark and (Y/N) - Together Forever

You hugged yourself in the ginormous shirt, spinning around in it. You put all of the other shirts you wanted to try on back in the closet.

This was the one you wanted to wear. You fixed your hair and makeup, making every other part of you look fancy. You didn't even put on pants, just really short shorts that weren't visible due to the long shirt.

You finally heard the door swing open.

"(Y/N)! Mind helping me with the one bag I have in my hand?" Mark called out to you.

"Sure! I'm coming!" You said. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, and headed to the door. You went to grab Mark's bag, but he had already dropped it on the floor.

"You-you found my-"

"Totally awesome shirt?" You finished his sentence.

"I made that for when I missed you. For when you go away to visit your family."

"You're so cute. I love you."

"I love you too."

You share a kiss.

"Now come make me some spaghetti tacos, Spencer." You giggled.

"With pleasure." He said sexily.

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