Markiplier Imagines

Cookies

I stand in the kitchen deciding on what to do today.

Mark is recording right now. I thought I should surprise him with something.

I throw on my blue apron and turn on my favorite music.

Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez starts playing when I grab the flour.

I finally get all of the ingredients together and pre-heat the oven.

I pour all the ingredients in the bowl while ending up with chocolate chips on the floor.

"Crap!" I shout.

I'll clean them up later.

I start mixing the ingredients together.

"Picture, picture. Smile for the picture, pose with your brother won't you be a good sister?" I sing along.

I hear the steps creaking.

"What's this?!" Mark states, refering to the chocolate on the floor.

"Let's just say, 'I couldn't open the bag.'" I smirk.

He chuckles a little.

He leans on the counter next to me and asks, "whatcha up to?"

"Definatley not cookies. And you're distracting me."

His arms snake around my waist. Mark digs his face in my neck and starts to kiss the small spot. I close my eyes. When I open them, I am reminded of the unfinished dough in front of me.

"COOKIES!" I yell, wriggling from his grasp.

He sighs.

"But I wanna help!" He pouts.

I roll up the last cookie into a ball place it on the cookie sheet.

"You can help when I get this in the oven. Then we can make another batch."

"Alright," he says.

I roll my eyes.

"You finished recording?"

"Yeah. And it was hot. Really hot. I was getting pit stains."

I giggle.

He was right. It was pretty scolding hot. LA has always been scorching. But today, it seemed the temperature rose a couple degrees.

"It finally gives me an excuse to take my shirt off," he states as he slides off his shirt in one swift motion.

"Oh my god, Mark," I scoff.

"What?" He says as he starts flexing.

"Stop!" I giggle.

"But, why are you laughing?" He continues showing off.

"Because you're such a dork."

"But I'm a sexy dork," he says as he winks at me.

"That may be true. Now help me with these cookies Mr. Dork."

"Anything for you, ma'am."

"Can you measure out the flour?" I ask as I grab the water from the faucet

"Yeah sure. Okay he-"

The next thing I see is a pile of off-white powder clouded in the air and piled on the the wood floor.

"Nice, Mark."

"Shut up!" He scolds as he throws a handful of flour at me.

"Hey! That's supposed to be in the bowl! Not on me!"

"Oh. I'm sorry. You didn't specify." He smirks.

"That's it!" I shout as I splash the cup of water in his face.

He spits some out of his mouth and shakes his head, chuckling.

He grabs the nearest ingredient, which happens to be an egg.

I scream as he comes closer.

He smashes the egg on top of my head and smears it in my hair, like a conditioner.

I gasp at his action.

I grap a handful of brown sugar and smear it on his face.

"Seriously, (Y/N)?" He says as he grabs a handful of chocolate chips, throwing them at me. Some fall down my v-neck shirt, so I have to search for them.

He starts laughing as I scowl at him.

I grab an egg while he's still laughing. He doesn't know what I'm doing yet.

I walk closer to him and smack it on the side if his head. He gasps.

He quickly grabs some water and splashes me, washing away some raw egg.

I repeat the action.

We decide to stop our little war.

By this moment, we're staring at each other.

I notice how the water coats his stomach. It drips over his abs, making him look a little more chizled than usual.

His hair is coated with flour, water, and egg.

He takes off his glasses and wipes his eyes, setting the glasses down.

Hi arm mucsles go into action and stand out. His veins on his forearms pop and become more visible.

He keeps his staring.

Mark's POV cuz why not hyehyehye

I stare at (Y/N) and her beautiful self, standing in front of the counter.

Her features are coated in the cookie ingredients. She wipes her face off quickly, noticing the ingredients inching closer to her perfect (E/C) eyes.

Water drips from her chin, falling onto her chest and slipping into her shirt.

I can't take it anymore.

I smash my lips against hers.

That was a short POV I'm sorry.

Your POV

I kiss back almost immediately.

His lips tasted sweet from the brown sugar. They were soft and warm as well.

(Prepare yourself. Idk. Not used to writing this stuff.)

His hands move under my butt as he lifts me with my legs wrapped around his waist. He sets me on the counter, deepening the kiss.

His lips move to the skin under my jaw, then to my neck.

He pulls me closer quickly as I gasp at the fear of falling off the counter.

I can feel the smile forming on his features as he moves his lips down my neck, leaving small love bites.

He gets to my collar bone and bites down. Pretty hard, too.

"Ow. Hey. No biting," I say as he looks in my eyes.

He growls like a dog with a smirk dancing on his face.

He grabs his shirt and glasses and begins to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"Shower. You should get one, too. You smell."

"Hey!"