Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots/Imagines

Perfection (Markiplier)

Suggested by: Whom? I forgot. I am sorry, I don't think I wrote your name down.

Part three to "Distraction".

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You and Mark had been living together for the past year or so after he had cleaned up the mess he had made between the two of you. You had been happy, and once more, perfect. Kisses and good morning breakfasts every day, smiles and a warm goodbye when you left for work and he stayed at home for videos.

Work, however, hadn't been as nice and peaceful. Project after project had quickly overwhelmed you, and deadlines for other things were coming up as well. Your coworkers were doing the opposite of helping, actually slowing you down so much you had to stay in late every single day for the past month, and for once, you wanted one day to yourself and your boyfriend.

"How are you?" Mark asked after you got home from work.

"Fine, I guess," you smiled, even though you felt the exact opposite. Even so, you wanted to have a perfect evening with him, even thought it was already nearing 10 o'clock. "Did you have dinner yet?"

"No, I was waiting for you," you explained, smiling and kissing your forehead, taking your bags and bringing them inside your place. Since they were off your hands now, you started dinner.

Once you and Mark had plates and were munching on dinner, you turned on the television and started watching whatever happened to be on at the time, just like you did yesterday and every day before that It was part of the schedule, just like everything else you did during the day. It had to be perfect, otherwise the relationship wouldn't be.

"(Y/N), darling," Mark suddenly spoke up during the commercial break. "Do you mind if we talk?"

"Alright, sure," you nodded, and shut off the television. It was a boring, cliche show anyhow. "What's up?"

"This... schedule thing that we're doing," he sighed, putting down his plate, as did you. "I appreciate what you're doing here, (Y/N), but my ADD isn't. And-" He struggled for words so he wouldn't offend you. "maybe we could... try something else?"

"Mark...." You didn't know what to say. It had been like this for a year now, and it was something you were comfortable with and he hadn't complained once. What if once everything changed, Mark would change? Move on and break up with you?

"I'm not saying we suddenly just up and move," he spoke before you could. "We'll just take things slow, and let you get used to it. It's just that-" There was a noticeable shiver from him. "I need change. I don't like doing the same thing over and over. I can't handle the... uh, the...."

"Repetitiveness?" you offered. He nodded, looking a bit flustered.

"Yeah. Repetitiveness. It's just not working with me."

You were silent for a bit. "Mark," you started slowly, "I don't know. You know how I feel about stuff like this, and-"

"Okay, (Y/N), I know how you feel," he interrupted, "but think of it this way. Change can be good sometimes. It freshens things up, and it feels refreshing. This would be good for our relationship." He took your hands and held them firmly. "For us."

Once again, you thought about it as you stared into his pleading eyes. He was desperate for this.

"Okay, Mark," you finally said. His eyes lit up like Christmas lights, and he wrapped you in a bear hug.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Just promise me one thing." He looked up at you nodding his head and smiling.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Just... if anything pops up, and we're not like this... you're still going to be there for me, right?" That was the one thing you were afraid of. If whatever the two of you were doing changed in any way, he won't care about you as much? It was an unnecessary fear, for sure, yet it still plagued you.

Once you asked him that question, his face turned serious, and the grip around your hands tightened.

"(Y/N) (L/N)," he said in a low and severe voice, "Even though our day will change, my love to you won't. No matter what hardships we go through, we'll go through it together. Just like we always have been. Always, just the two of us." He glanced over at Chica. "And the dog. But mostly us." You smiled, and told him,

"That's perfect enough for me."

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