Markiplier Imagines

92. Unexpected

Request by Mrs_Mark_Iplier

(Y/T) = Your Talent (Everyone has a talent, think deep!)

"Uh, you can stay if you want..."

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"So then what do you do?" You asked him.

"I drag the audio file here and then... bam! Crystal clear sound from my mic to my video."

This was the voice of your good friend, Ethan Nestor — former blue boy and also CrankGameplays on YouTube.

He was also your crush for what seemed like years now.

In reality, it's been only a week. You never told him for the cliche reasons; you didn't wanna ruin the friendship, you didn't want it to be awkward, yadda, yadda, yadda.

In order to get closer to him, you pretended to be interested in what he was saying about editing his videos.

You heard a knock on the office door;

"Ethan, you almost done? I got three videos to record." Ethan's friend, Mark said. He was also a YouTuber who went by Markiplier.

You forgot how hot he was.

"Yeah, I'm done! I gotta meet up with Blondie anyway." Ethan said, signing out.

"Who's Blondie?" You asked. Ethan blushed;

"This girl I've been seeing for the past couple of days. Her real name is Jordyn, but I call her Blondie because of her hair. You two would get along great!" He said walking out. "Catcha later, (Y/N)!"

You could hear glass shatter over and over in your head. How did you not know Ethan was seeing someone? Now you don't even stand a chance with him! What were you gonna do? What were you gonna-

"Mind if I log in?" Mark asked you, interrupting your thought process. You snapped out of your daze;

"Uh, y-yeah. Go on ahead." You said, standing up. You began to walk out of the room when Mark stopped you;

"Uh, you can stay if you want..." He said awkwardly. "Ethan speaks real highly of you and I'd like to see what all the fuss is about." He said, smiling.

"He talks about me?" You asked. "What does he say?" Mark squinted.

"He says you're the greatest friend of all time." Mark said, emphasizing the word friend. "I hate to break it to you, (Y/N), but Ethan only sees you as a friend." Mark continued, typing on the computer.

More glass shattered.

"Oh." You said. Mark's face went soft.

"No, no! Don't be upset." Mark said. "You're a beautiful, collected, and very talented girl."

"How do you know I'm talented?" You asked.

"Ethan told me you like to (Y/T). Heard you're pretty good at it." He said, looking up from his computer. You blushed;

"Uh, yeah... I like to think I am..." You said, rubbing your arm nervously. You then walked over to Mark and took a seat next to him.