Markitwo Imagines (markiplier imagines)

// big yellow taxi

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Song: big yellow taxi

Okay, I almost cried imagining this for what reason I do not know 🥺

He smiled. "What?" She smiled back, her gaze moving to another spot. His hand moved up his face and his face became cute.

"You're so beautiful," he exclaimed. She smiled once more, sipping at her coffee. The view was astonishing. Not the balcony view across the city that was farther 'way, but the man of her dreams, sitting right in front of her. She was blushing. He chuckled. "It amazes me that you still get shy three years in." She hid her face under the blanket she was sitting with. "You're so precious."

She groaned. "Why are you so perfect?"

"Why are you so perfect?"

The girl looked down to her lap. "I'm not, I've lost so many things, and I was still granted with you."

A song started to play off of their playlist inside the condo. "Hey," his eyes lit up when he heard this song start up. "Big yellow taxi!"

"They paved paradise and put up a parking lot," she sang the very famous line from the song.

"Why are you looking at me that way?" The man looked at her disgusted.

"How else am I supposed to look at someone I love?" (Y/N) purposed. "I'm so in love with you and would do anything for you, yet you decide to go out and fuck these other women who mean nothing."

"Why don't you run to your boyfriend and tell him what's going on," her boyfriend was talking about Mark.

"Marks not apart of this conversation, as he's my best friend."

"You don't know what you got till it's gone," Mark sang another part.

"Why are you looking at me that way?" Marks face became a crimson red. The (h/c) haired girl had been single for a year and couldn't help but stare at this man in awe. He changed her life, and she fell in love.

She smiled. "Because I love you silly."

"You do?" Marks face flushed a darker shade of red.

"Of course."

Instead of asking more questions, his lips instead met hers, in hopes she was thinking was he thinking. Real love. Love, love. "You're my paradise," escaped his mouth.

"And put up a parking lot," she sang, knowing the song they've loved since their friendship started.

Mark looked into his cup, realizing there was no more coffee left in the mug. "Hey," he looked at her as she swished the extra sugar at the bottom of the cup. He gazed over her features noticing her messy hair, and makeup free face. "You're my paradise."

"Anything else?" She teased, staring into his eyes, asking for more.

"I want to marry you." She couldn't speak. "Everything about you-."

"Hey my cutsie couple," Ethan barged in the front door. Mark noticed he has unlocked the door while grabbing the paper. "We fittin' to go to Margos?"

"I'll marry you."

"I am pretty sure I am not your boyfriend," Ethan interrupted.

"Not you Ethan," she said quickly.

Ethan was hit with reality in that moment. "YALL GETTING MARRIED???!!!!"

Tyler walked into the house as well, overhearing. He rolled his sleeves up, "Mark, are you ready to fight?"

"Tyler no!" (Y/N) giggled.

"IM READY," Tyler announced.

"TYLER NO!"