Markitwo Imagines (markiplier imagines)

//Road Trip Stop

Song: Charlie Puth - Go Round

This is really short and I need ideas.

"Okay kids, we're leaving!" Mark shouts from the drivers side window of the van. Sitting in the passenger side, I watch the boys spill out from the house, locking it behind them. Ryan, Wade, and Bob took the back seats, and Tyler, Ethan, and Sean took the middle seats of the van. "Onto Florida we go!"

"Hey, dad, we should play truth or dare," Bob yelled from the back.

"Why don't we just listen to some tunes until we get bored," Mark suggested.

"Fair enough."

We were two hours in, and the music on our playlists were starting to become less and less fun to sing back and fourth to each other. "Truth or dare," Ethan spoke.

"Dare!" Bob piped up.

"I dare you, to like Seans armpit," he snickered.

Sean laughed in a cringy manner, slowly taking his shirt off. "Enjoy the deodorant while you're at it Bob."

Bob did as said, and quickly grabbed his drink to slurp it down. "That was the most disgusting thing I've ever done to a man," he said, squirming.

"The most digusting thing that I've been through too man," Sean quickly put his shirt back on and threw his things in front of him.

I began to giggle. "Hey do that some more, Ma-" Tyler caught himself. "We love hearing you laugh."

"I have such an ugly laugh, you guy's are weird. Is it because you don't have your women with you?"

"Roasted," Ethan shook his head. "Mark doesn't have a woman, so there you go, he can genuinely love it."

Mark put a very blunt smile, saying, "Ethan", through his teeth.

"It's true," Ethan put his head on a nearby shoulder.

The night had come very quickly, and we needed a place to stay. Many hotels were open, and plenty of restaurants too.

After eating, we set up camp at a hotel with a nice pool open until 1am. "Look at her go, so fierce," I chirped at Mark, who was wearing a shirt and just putting his feet in the water. He looked at me, and I could see he wanted to drop his jaw.

"I mean, look at you, miss. my-body-looks-terrible."

"That's because I have saddlebags and thick thighs. You have nothing to talk about besides having a nice body for a man." I smiled. "So I don't understand why you have a shirt on."

"Because I don't want to take it off."

"Oh come on," I lifted his shirt up and lifted it off of him, and I carefully took his glasses off. A tint of pink covered his entire face. "You're a handsome guy," I tucked a strand of (H/C) hair behind my ear.

Standing inside the water, I swam up to him, who hadn't moved. I grabbed his hand, and pulled him in. Before I knew it, his hands were placed around my waist and his face was close to mine.

So close.

Huffing, he said, "the boys are watching now, I think I should just pretend to push you?"

"Or we could act like we want to play chicken?"

"Better idea you've got."

Mark lifted me up on his shoulders. "Who's ready for a game of Chicken?"

"We're tired dude, we're leaving," and with a wink, the boys were gone.

"Nice of them to leave u-"

My lips were planted on Marks like that's where they belonged. They fit in place with his, and moved in a rhythmic way. Snaking my arms around his neck felt like he was mine, all mine.

"Exactly, they gave us the perfect opportunity," I giggled.