Markiplier Imagines (Mark X Reader)

•Count On It•

"Mark?" They call, staring off.

"Mhm?"

"I would like t-to hold your hand, " Y/N states, blinking at themselves in shock that they just said that so easily, snapping their eyes up. "I'm sorry, the thought just slipped out and I was just feeling sentimental and I w-was-" Mark flips his hand over, opening his hand to them, smiling comfortingly as they stare at him. Gulping, Y/N silently slips their hand into his, trying their very best not to become clammy. Mark just sort of smirks as he drives, lacing their fingers together.

"I um, I like your hands. They fit well in mine, " He gently moves his thumb over their skin, Y/N staring out the window, heart racing.

"Shit- u-um- your hands are warm, " They hiccup, mouthing the first word so he couldn't hear it, forcing themselves not to tremble. Gosh, he's a dream.

"You're okay? Right?" Mark asks almost shyly. "I-I mean- like you don't want to hold my hand because you're feeling scared or something right?"

"No I'm fine- I guess I just- wanted to, " They say vaguely, feeling themselves grow flustered as they turn their face away, pressing their lips together.

"Oh. Okay, " Mark replies simply, keeping his hand still. What Y/N would have known if they were looking was that Mark was trying his best to suppress a smile, a warmth spreading across his cheeks.

Neither of them says anything for a while, almost scared that speaking would shatter this tender moment they were sharing. After a few minutes, Mark gently begins to run his thumb over their skin, making them hold back a shiver. Y/N was afraid to move or talk or even breathe, not wanting to waste this time with him.

"Um, " Mark breathes, awkwardly coming to a stop, reaching over with the hand that was on the wheel to put it in park, sighing a little as he takes the keys out, setting them down. He gulps, shifting his eyes to them. "I um- I really hate the fact that this made it a bit awkward, so I am simply going to choose not to be awkward about it, " Mark says decidedly, smiling softly at Y/N. "So, I promise to hold your hand again after, but would you like to join me for a swim?" He asks, Y/N laughing breathily.

"Okay sure. I'll swim, " They feel him let go of their hand, both of them unbuckling. It was a warmer night luckily, not freezing but not exactly warm either. A slight breeze ruffles Mark's hair as he gets out, Y/N quickly looking away as Mark pulls his shirt off of himself. They force themselves not to think about it, stepping out and taking their own shirt off, then shakily shifting down to their jeans. Y/N was unsure about the idea of taking them off, but they definitely hated the idea of swimming in jeans more, slipping them off with a gulp. They step around the truck unsurely, Mark almost hesitating.

"Um, " He whispers, cursing silently as he pretends to be looking at the water. Mark wouldn't lie, he knew he was attracted to them long ago, but the last thing he wanted was to make them feel uncomfortable or cheap, so he takes his glasses off then, brushing his hair away from his face. They could tell he was feeling awkward, so instead, they shove him playfully.

"Race you!" Y/N cheers, taking off toward the water as Mark laughs in surprise.

"H-Hey!" He runs after them, purposefully not catching fully up until they were in the water, Y/N diving in. Mark hesitates for a moment, gazing at them surfacing in the moonlight. They wipe their eyes, turning back around to him, exchanging a smile. Mark gets in too after that, swimming over to them. "That's not fair, you got a headstart, " He protests as he gets close enough to them, Y/N chuckling.

"Of course I did. It was completely fair because you didn't really try to beat me, " Mark puts his tongue in his cheek as Y/N challenges him, Mark shrugging as best he could in the water.