Markitwo Imagines (markiplier imagines)

//the snow angel

Backstreet Boys: no place

"Babe, look! It's snowing!" I called from the livingroom, looking out from the window. We were currently stuck in Ohio because of the winter storm; luckily, Ethan agreed to still watch our house, and Marks mom came over to drop us off some food for us and dogfood for Chica. "We should go outside," I smiled.

"And do what? Freeze our asses off?" Mark slid his glasses up and crossed his arms.

"Yes and no," I giggled. "When's the last time you ever made a snow angel?" My eyes sparkled as I looked out of the falling snow once more. "I haven't got to since I was a kid! No one ever wanted to come over, my siblings were moved out, or too stuck up for childish things, so why not?" I begged.

"What if I don't want to?"

"You'll get punished for it, big time," I sighed. "Come onnn, let's go," I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door.

"It feels like -20° out, no."

"Yes."

I began to get bundled up in winter clothes. Snow pants, a big fluffy coat, a scarf, hat, gloves, all things needed. "You're crazy."

"Come on Chica, lets go play in the snow for a little bit, in the 10° weather."

"Ignoring me just because of a snow angel."

I huffed, closing the door behind me, yet snickering as I ran out into the snow.

It really was cold.

Snow flakes came falling down, landing on my warm, red cheeks and nose. I stuck my tongue out as the flakes melted away with contact. Chica pounced on my belly, causing me to gasp. "Silly dog!" I began to move my arms and legs up and down, side to side.

"You look very content there missy," Mark stood above me, dressed for the occasion. "I'll make on with you, just for you."

He layed next to me and began to make a snow angel as well.

I giggled. "Thanks for enjoying the snow with me."

"Anything for you (Y/N)."