Markiplier Imagines (Mark X Reader)

•Count On It•

"Remember how nervous you were when we first met?" Y/N asks, swinging their feet off the bed of the truck, smirking as Mark scoffs.

"I wasn't the nervous one- you were trembling so bad I thought I had to take you to the hospital!" They roll their eyes.

"That is not true! I remember seeing you blush because I accidentally touched your hand. It was kinda cute, to be honest, " Mark shakes his head, clicking his tongue.

"I never blush. And even if I did I wouldn't blush that easily, " He denies, looking over at them. "Do you wanna get out of here buttons?" Mark asks, glancing at the other people around the bonfire.

"I thought you'd never ask honestly, " They chuckle, throwing down the stick they were messing with. Mark smiles, closing the bed of the truck as they both hop off, climbing in without bothering to say goodbye to anyone else.

Y/N would come back to these moments often in their mind; the times that Mark and them shared where time seemed to be their friend, the minutes feeling like hours, and the hours feeling like eternity. He could say nothing at all to them and just sit in comfortable silence and still make Y/N feel special. They wondered the last time they felt this way around someone, the understanding that they missed in every relationship, platonic or not. All but one. Y/N never knew the way the wind from the momentum of driving could ruffle his hair so nicely, or how near-blue it looked in the moonlight. Yet now, as they looked over at him, they could feel a dark cloud rising. Something brooding on the horizon, familiar but something they couldn't name yet, almost like seeing a person from too far away. But nonetheless, it was there. Closer and closer with every beat of their heart.

"You ever feel like something bad is about to happen?" Y/N asks then, sniffling as they look out the windshield. "Like a dread in the pit of your stomach- the feeling that things are just too good to be true and you're going to wake up any moment?" Mark casts a wary glance to them, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Well I know the feeling when something bad is actually happening but I can't say I've ever felt it outside of that, " Mark flicks his steering wheel with his thumb. "Why?"

"Because that's what I'm feeling right now. Things are too good. I'm not quite sure what's wrong though, " They explain, lifting their hand up and biting their knuckle.

"Is it like a panic attack? Or is it just like a weird feeling?" He asks, squinting into his rearview, annoyed with the too-bright headlights behind him.

"It's more like a weird feeling. I'm not sure. It's passing now though so it was just some coincidence, " Y/N turns their head back toward him. "You want some gum?" They ask, pulling the pack out of their pocket.

"No thanks, " Mark chuckles, turning on his turn signal. "You're something special. You just go from talking about something kinda dark and then just ask 'aye, gum?'" He purposefully makes the turn sharper than Y/N was expecting, hitting the dip so it made the truck bounce, Y/N laughing a little.

"You drive 'special.' You've lost it, " Mark smiles in satisfaction, slowing down. "But I guess there's nothing more to talk about you know? Like I just don't like the way that made me feel so I'm moving on. There is, " They trail off, turning their head.

"What?" Y/N instinctively reaches out, touching Marks' hand, making him almost jump from the contact.

"This. When did you get this?" They lean a little closer to his hand, studying the ring. It was a gold band with some kind of stone in it, Y/N running their fingers over the cool metal.

"Oh, that- I've had it since I graduated high school. My dad gave it to me. I really can't recall why he gave it to me but I recently found it in some box when I was cleaning, " Mark explains, his thumb touching it almost self-consciously. "Why? Do you not like it or something?" They shake their head quickly.