Markiplier Imagines (Mark X Reader)

•Count On It•

"Mark- slow down, " They giggle. "I promise it's not creepy or anything. I understand and- if that's alright with you, I'd really appreciate it, " Y/N confirms, Mark nodding to himself, fidgeting slightly.

"Alright- I'm sorry-" He steps to his truck again, fumbling around until he hands them some sweatpants and a t-shirt, still averting his eyes. "I'm gonna set up the bed, " Mark states, spinning around and doing just that, keeping busy with it as Y/N sets the towel on the hood, getting dressed in Marks clothes. They couldn't hide a smile as Marks's back was turned, almost relaxed as they realize the clothes smelled of him. "I know it looks like I planned this all tonight but I swear I-" Mark catches sight of them, a small gasp escaping his lips, gulping. Woah. "didn't." He completes, clearing his throat. "I-I hope those are comfortable enough for you, " Mark says, offering them his hand to get up, Y/N taking it as they climb in, smiling again.

"They're fine Mark. Thank you so much, " They nod, glancing as Mark quickly pulls on his own sweatpants, putting his glasses back on. "It's really nice. This is definitely a perk of having a truck, huh?" Y/N smiles at the feeling of the squishy mat on the bed of the truck, seeing a blanket on top and another fluffy one for them to use, a handful of pillows out.

"Yeah. I spend the night out in the middle of nowhere a lot, so I'm always finding new ways to make it more comfortable, " Mark glances down. He scolds himself silently for being so awkward, reminding himself of the fact he was choosing not to feel weird about it, sitting down and leaning back slightly. Y/N slowly sits down too, clearly a little nervous about it, crossing their legs. "Are you hungry or anything? Or would you just like to sleep?" He asks, Y/N playing with the ties on the sweatpants.

"I think I'd just like to sleep. Would you?" Mark nods, scooting over subtly to make more room for them.

"Yeah. It's nearly three in the morning, it's probably a good idea to sleep now, " He bites his lip, gazing over at them. "Hey, " Mark calls softly, Y/N blinking over at him. "I did promise to hold your hand again, didn't I?" He asks with a gentle smile, Y/N softening a bit, nodding with a sigh of relief. "Come here, " Mark says, Y/N's heart skipping a beat as they cautiously place their hand down, scooting close to Mark as he lifts the blanket up for them, tucking it over them as they move to his side. Y/N shifts as Mark wraps his arm around them, taking their hand again as he pulls them in, Y/N gently resting their head on his shoulder. "It's beautiful tonight, " Mark hums, leaning his head back a bit more. "It's really clear- with none of the city lights it's like just being in space, " Y/N smiles to themselves at that, moving a little closer and preparing for the obligatory but well-told 'I love space' speech from Mark. But it never comes. Mark just stays quiet, Y/N glancing up at him.

"Are you alright?" They ask softly, Mark nodding with a content look to him.

"Mhm. I'm just thinking I guess, " He responds. "Not about space for once, " Mark chuckles, Y/N laughing quietly, letting their head move a little to rest near his collar bone, looking down.

"What are you thinking about?" Y/N nearly whispers, their free hand wanting to reach out to wrap around his torso.

"Nothing and everything, all at once, " He explains, Y/N chewing on their lip, letting their eyes shut in the comfort Marks heartbeat brought.

Mark wasn't lying. He was thinking about them; the possibilities that this moment held, the way they made him feel, how their cheek felt against his bare chest, how their hand felt soft and warm and loving all at the same time, yet recognizing the not so distant future, and wondering if this moment even mattered at all. He wondered if Y/N sensed it, if that was the dark cloud. Mark looks down at them carefully, feeling a stutter in his heart as they blink sleepily against him, biting his lip hard. Mark then chose the selfish path for himself, not wanting to ruin what could possibly be the only moment like this that he would have with them before he had to shatter it all, sighing heavily. Y/N shivers a little as Mark gently runs his hand down their arm, warming them slightly.