Markiplier Imagines

48 // You're not you when....

can you finish the sentence?
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You lay on the bed, watching Mark as he recorded. Since he had his station in his bedroom, you figured you could hang out in there, being quiet of course, and watch. You were laying on your stomach in summer like clothes, considering spring had come around (and it was hot in his room), and your feet were crossed while your elbows helped you balance in the front. But, instead of just staring at Mark like a creeper, you were going through your twitter, instagram, and tumblr feed, finding things to like, repost, and comment on.

Once you started to lose interest in what was going on on your phone, you started listening to Mark curse at the game he was playing while screaming a few times. You had to hold your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing and disrupting the recording, but it was hard to not laugh out. Every once in while, he would sneak a look your way, a small smirk on his features. You would wave, but hold your finger up to your mouth to tell him to be quiet about your presence.

Then, came the hunger. Your stomach started to rumble, so you got up and started to walk out of the room, and seeing as you were coming back anyways, you left your phone. Mark looked up for a quick second, then deciding that then was a good time to have a jump cut, as he told the camera that he would come back when something interesting happened, and frowned up at you. You giggled and walked back over to him, kissing his cheek. He still had a grumpy cat like frown on his face, which made you giggle once more before you had an idea.

You held up a finger, letting out a short gasp and raced downstairs, saying hey to Ryan and Matt as you passed them. You got into the kitchen cabinets, looking for the candy. Finally finding it, you whispered, "Yes!" and did a celebratory fist pump. You repeated your previous actions when passing Ryan and Matt, this time saying bye. They both said bye and you quickly made your way up the stairs and into Mark's room.

He noticed you enter, and the way you had your hands behind your back, so he asked what you were up to. "Nothin', Markimoo," you said cutely, going behind him and resting your chin on his shoulder. "So, let me see your face," you whispered in his ear, causing him to turn to you with a confused look. You thought this as the perfect time to carry out your plan.

"You're not you when you're mad! EAT A SNICKERS!" With that, you took the twenty little square snickers you were hiding behind your back and dumped them all over Mark's head, a couple landing on his keyboard. You smiled cheekily at him, your eyes closing and your nose scrunching. Mark started to laugh after a second, picking up one of the snickers and eating half of it before telling you to eat the rest. You glady accepted, taking the half-eaten snickers out of his hand and placing it in your teeth.

You started to giggle when you saw his character die in-game, and would've felt bad, had you not have been who you were.

"what the hell are we going to do with all these snickers?"

"CHICA!! LEGO!!! BANANA RAMBO!!!!"