Prompt: “Hi love! Could you write a imagine where Mark and the reader have been dating for years and it was all lovey dovey at the begining, but now they find it hard to find time for each other and they're sorta drifting apart, one night Mark tries to be intimate with the reader but she brushes him off bc she's tired and Mark gets upset and feels like he's lost her and it's really sad and fluffy and they both realize how much work was getting between them and a happy ending WOWO that was a lot sorry!!“
Warnings: none
Writer’s Note: The idea of this prompt resonates very seriously with me. Happy endings are not always real, but don’t worry, this story has one.
She scrolled through the pictures of the two of them together not with happiness, but with a yearning to go back to the times they had so proudly and unforgivably loved each other. There was no denying that love still existed between them, yet something always seemed to get in the way. There was his YouTube channel, his conventions, his hours-long livestreams. But there was also her office job, her journalism, her studies.
The weekly routine had grown permanent - nothing was new, no moments that sparked a fresh light in their relationship. Occasionally a laugh was shared, but the story never applied to the two of them. It was always “my coworker did this,” or “a subscriber said that.” Frankly, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She wanted the man she fell in love with back. She wanted to smile into his lips again, not routinely kiss them goodbye.
She pushed her chair away from her desk. She sighed. It was time to go home.
He wanted all of this, too, but couldn’t find the right way to say it. He’d never been the best at expressing his feelings to her, mostly because every time her eyes meet his, he falls in love all over again. His channel had been particularly busy lately, with big projects and monthly livestreams taking up most of his time and energy. He could feel the distance between him and her, and it was silencing. He knew she’d be leaving work soon, so he made up his mind.
He pushed his chair away from his desk. He smiled. It was time to bring their relationship back.
He began by preparing their favorite dinner, knowing she’d rather cook it with him than have it cooked for her. He lit candles in the bedroom, turned on gentle music and freshened up - he hadn’t shaved properly in a good while. When her keys jingled at the door, he sat suggestively on the bed, awaiting her company.
She unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment, her eyes glossy with the thought of passing by his recording room like she had done so many times before, only to find him sitting at his desk with headphones on. She noticed the music but droned it out, assuming it was something for a video. She tossed her keys on the kitchen counter without so much as a glance at the food set out on the counters. She thought he may have forgotten to pick up after himself. The den called to her, with its soft sofa and laptop on charge. She hadn’t checked on her blog much today and figured making a post would ease her mind. As a bonus, she wouldn’t have to stroll past the room she was sure he was in.
A few minutes passed after he heard the door close and yet no sign of her made its way towards the bedroom. With a furrowed brow, he began to check the rooms of the apartment, soon coming across her body stretched across the couch in the den. Her fingertips danced away at her laptop as he approached her, only coming to a halt when his lips pressed against the top of her head.
“Hey there gorgeous,” he mumbled in her hair.
“Hi,” she squeaked back.
He trailed kisses down her temples, her cheeks, eventually coming around to place his lips on hers.
What seemed like an inviting gesture to him felt unwarranted and strange to her - why was he doing this? Where did this come from? She pulled back with no sense of urgency to find answers to these questions and continued tapping on her keyboard. He sat on his heels next to the couch, peering at her with confusion written all over his face.
“Everything okay?” he asked desperately, wanted her to look at him with the same love he knew they still shared.
“Mhm, everything’s alright, Mark. Go ahead and get back to recording.”
It was his turn to feel out of place. “But… I’m not recording.” He shifted one hand to rest on hers, halting her typing and forcing her to look at him. He searched her eyes for some hint as to why she was being so unresponsive. “I thought maybe we could have some fun tonight. You know, to help us feel a little like a couple again? I prepped some stuff in the kitchen, made the bedroom all cozy-” He moved forward to kiss her neck only to be met with the air that followed her as she lifted herself from the couch.
“I’m not really in the mood. Tired, that’s all,” she responded. The things she encountered when she walked into the apartment now clicked together in her brain, however her mind was already made up for the night. She needed some time to think, and so she left him hanging in the den and strolled into the bathroom for a shower.
The droplets of hot water met her skin with an appealing calmness, soon allowing her to confuse her tears for steam. He tried tonight, and she knew that. So why was she being so distant? Perhaps she didn’t want to face everything that had gone wrong in the past few months, everything she wanted to say but didn’t, everything he could have done but didn’t. Perhaps she wanted it all to be over, and yet there he sat asking about her day, ready to fix things - how could she give him up?
The question was on his mind, too. He knew that he never, ever wanted to let her go. But with the way she responded tonight he wondered if it was too late, if he had lost her and could do nothing to get her back. As the water from her shower droned in his ears, he blew out the candles in the bedroom and began putting away the food he had left out so hopefully before she came home.
Once her shower was over, she curled into a bathrobe and lay in bed, waiting for him to come rescue her from her thoughts. The minutes began to feel like hours, until a very familiar tune drifted into her consciousness. He hadn’t turned off the music, she noticed, and their favorite song soon lifted her heart from its sadness, and her body from the bed. She strolled out into the living room to find him sitting with his head in his hands and suddenly every ounce in her body wished for him to know the love she still held for him. She strolled calmly to him, placed her lips on his head and whispered, “Hey there gorgeous.”
He snapped his head up in shock, her voice pulling him from his state of misery. Every ounce of him was soon wrapped up in her eyes that, earlier cold to his gaze, now beamed with the love he knew she kept. He jumped up from the couch and held her in his arms as they swayed to the song in the background. At that moment, they knew all was not lost.
She was only in a bathrobe, but damn it, she was just as beautiful as the day he first met her. He pressed his forehead against hers and led her in a not-so-perfect dance around the living room, a smile dancing on the corners of her mouth. He spun her around and dipped her just as he did on their first date under the stars. Neither knew how to dance correctly, but dancing together seemed to work quite well. He kissed her just as passionately as he did every year at Christmas Eve under the mistletoe, just to prove to her that the one gift he always wanted, was her.
His hair was a mess and his eyes were puffy, but damn it, he was just as handsome as the day she first met him. As his form pressed gracefully against hers, she felt at home, at peace and absolutely in love. Moments like these were rare in recent days and yet somehow she knew that this evening marked the end of their scarcity. She tried to apologize for her dismissal of his advances earlier in the evening but each time she’d begin to speak, he’d press his lips passionately against hers. Memories of Christmas danced in her head with each one.
Once the song was over, or maybe a few had passed but gone unnoticed, they sat on the floor and talked. They talked about their jobs, their stresses, their feelings about each other, but most of all, where they wanted to go from here. They agreed to make more time for one another no matter the cost, both understanding that adjusting to a new schedule after creating such a distant relationship for so long could be difficult. But neither wanted to give up, and that was the most important thing to them. Work became a barrier rather than an inclusion and, once this was out in the air, both him and her felt as if a weight had been lifted from their shoulders. Tomorrow was the start of the weekend and plans were made to spend time with each other, and only each other.
When the talking was over and the apologies began, the conversation was moved to the kitchen where he pulled his prep work back out from the fridge. They were both hungry, after all. He took every opportunity to tell her that he loved her and stole kisses whenever he could, whether she was distracted with ingredients or speaking her mind. He loved how conversational she could be and that she wasn’t afraid to tell him exactly what she felt - a skill he wished he had. He was learning, though, and took this conversation as an opportunity to let her know he was sorry for spending so much energy on his own work rather than sharing it with her.
She accepted his apology but made some of her own, focusing mostly on her lack of excitement when she comes home from work. She explained that the routine brought her down, that she didn’t want to walk past his recording room feeling like a ghost. She, too, stole kisses where she could and snuck under his arm to embrace him when the conversation got tough. She loved seeing his charming brown eyes meet hers when she’d say his name, while at the same time being unable to resist returning the smiles that came from his “I love you”s.
At one point, a mess was made and cleaning it up was the least of their worries. Flour found itself all over his face and her bathrobe, on every surface of the kitchen and all over the floor. He said she started it, and she claimed she’d finish it. He knew she wasn’t kidding.
“(Y/N), put the flour bag down slowly,” he said, grinning while reservedly terrified of her menacing expression.
“Oh come on, just a little more?” she pouted as she reached into the bag.
“Dear god, woman, have mercy!”
A choir of chuckles ensued and she, after grabbing a fist full of flour, launched the powder straight into his chest. The kitchen filled with a smoky dust and somehow the pair found themselves sitting on the tile in absolute pieces, as there seemed to be nothing left to do but laugh. As the outbursts turned into soft giggles, their lips met once more, more passionately than before. She squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his neck while he snaked his hands to the small of her back. They held tightly onto one another as the flour settled into their hair.
“I love you, (Y/N),” he said as they parted the kiss for just a moment.
are fanfic/imagines still a thing in this community? I realized I had a few written that never got posted but am wary that it’s been a whiiiiiiile since I’ve posted anything whoops
My step-sister-in-law (lol) got a pupper. He is a black lab named Otto, he is a dork. Question- favorite animal? Mine are cat and dogs...
Oh my goodness. Labs are adorable (I have a brown one) and Otto is such a cute name! My congrats to your step-sister-in-law! Fittingly so, my favorite animals are dogs! (followed by seaturtles, I’m a marine bio major after all!)
I’m back! and it’s lit! is lit even still a thing on here? gosh, I’m behind. I’m a freshman in college now - let’s take a moment and “woah” together - and I’m trying to piece my life back together.
so how’s it hanging? how in the heck have you all stuck around? what’s the fandom like these days?
fill me in! ask questions! tell me about your new pet chinchilla or the b+ you got on that essay!
BOAT DOG na na na na na na na na BOAT DOG na na na na na na na na BOAT DOG na na na na na na na na BOAT DOG na na na na na na na na boat dog! Boat Dog!! BOAT DOG!!!
Jesus f…I wasn’t gonna gif this but FINE…
Wait what the…
OH MY GOD I JUST FUCKING NOTICED MARK PROPELLING THE BOAT FROM UNDERNEATH
August 28th, 2012 - Markiplier answers questions and… mentions… something about his hair.
Check this out if you want to hear about his major, listen to him talk computer stuff that I can't understand a fraction of, and use terms like "for cereal" instead of "for serious".
Hey everyone! As many of you may or may not have noticed, I have been absent from Tumblr for quite a while. This is because the past year has been particularly draining for me and I haven’t had much time to focus on producing content for my lovely followers. HOWEVER, I am here to tell you all that as of tomorrow, I will be starting a new posting series as a result of things finally giving me a little bit of breathing room to sit down with my laptop and scroll through this addictive website. I’ve missed this community.
This series is going to be called On This Day, and it is going to compromise of Mark’s older videos. On a specific date, I’m going to scroll back as far as possible in Mark’s uploads and find a video he posted on that day, beginning back in 2012. I’ll take an excerpt or two from that video and make a gif set or edit and share them with you all, including a link to that specific video!
My idea stems from the realization of just how large Mark’s channel has gotten in the past few months. Many, many new people are joining this community and more than likely have only seen his recent content. I thought that maybe, just maybe, by sharing links to some of Mark’s old videos, we can show everyone the humble beginnings of his channel and this loving community. Mark has come a long way and his dedication deserves to be put into the spotlight! I hope that by doing this and spreading these links around, newcomers will have a chance to see just how much Mark has done to get to where he is (even if that means a little babyface along the way!).
So anyways, to wrap things up, look for the first On This Day post tomorrow at 6pm! I hope you all enjoy it.
