Markiplier Imagines

86 // love is a precious thing

If we didn't have love in the world, then we wouldn't be able to function.

It's like, if we were to lose being able to feel something for another person, then we wouldn't be able to know what it's like to be kissed with a sense of passion, we wouldn't know what it'd be like to be able to snuggle up to someone at night and tell them these things you would never tell anyone else.

But if you think about it, there are negatives to love as well. There's the possibility that it won't last, and you'll get hurt. Or it's just something that you think you feel when you keep telling yourself that you want to like or love this person, so you lie.

And maybe that's why people get scared. Because they don't want that type of heartbreak, and they want to just live without it. But, if you do, you won't be able to have that special person in your life that treats you differently than your best friend or your sibling.

But that was what y/n had yet to realize. She didn't know what love was, per se, and her best friend, Mark Fischbach, did. He understood what it was like to have that one person in your life that you'd always need; cherish, even.

And so, that was what brought them to this moment, sitting in his house and on his couch, watching some dumb romantic comedy. Y/n criticized the girl for falling for the guy and Mark only listened to her rants, wondering when he'd be able to tell her what it felt like. She still didn't know, even after all these years of being best friends with Mark, she hadn't realized whereas he'd known since year one.

"I just don't get it," she started, yet again, "she doesn't understand that she could get hurt so easily. It isn't all sunshine and rainbows, sweetheart. You're gonna get hurt by that same guy, and everything in your life is going to go downhill all because you said you could trust him. God damn, why are you so naïve?"

Mark let out a dry, airy laugh. "Why so cynical? She's in love, and not all love comes to an end, y/n." She looked over at her best friend and sucked in air through her teeth. 

"That's what they say. But all love dies, Mark. People die, and then what? When the one you 'loved' dies, you're left alone. What's the point in falling for someone when they're just gonna pass away and leave you."

"Y/n, c'mon, that's inevitable no matter what route you take. People die because it's human nature; we're never gonna be immortal. And if you find love in the life you lived, you lived a complete one. Love is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, which only further solidifies my argument. You fall in love, and you're happy. You're finally in a place where you want to be with someone you want to be in it with. Doesn't that intrigue you in any way, y/n?"

She really straightened up, about to say something, but stopped herself. She really needed to think about this one. "How would you know what love is like, Mark?" The question came out faster than she could stop it, and she wanted to take it back when she saw Mark sink back on the couch. 

"It doesn't matter, y/n. It just doesn't matter. If you want to believe that love doesn't exist, then by all means, do so. I'm not gonna try and tell you this shit anymore."

"Mark, that's- nevermind. I gotta go, talk to you tomorrow, I guess?"

"Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow." She didn't know what to do at that point. She fucked up someway, and she couldn't take it back. She wanted to, she really wanted to, but how? Tell him something along the lines of, "I didn't mean it so please forgive me?" No, that wasn't going to work – she'd be lying. She really wanted to know how he knew, and the way she phrased it just came out rude like she was being a critic of his life.

When she thought she was going to walk out the door, she didn't. She turned on her heel and went back into the living room, standing in front of Mark. He looked up at her, standing up so that he pretty much towered over her. "Look, Mark, what I said, I didn't mean it. The way I said it, it wasn't supposed to come out like that. I'm sorry if I pissed you off or anything."

He had a different look in his eye, something she'd never really seen him have in the four or five years she'd known him. She didn't want to do what her mind kept telling her to; she didn't want to touch him. She didn't want to face that fact that everything she kept telling herself about love was a lie; just a way to keep her from falling for him. But it was too late, she already had.

As cliché as it might sound, she fell for her best friend. She fell so hard, she had to tell herself she hadn't. It hurt to feel this for him, it hurt to know she could be rejected by him. She didn't want to label it "love" until she knew what it was for certain. As she stared into his brown eyes, she unconsciously placed her hands on his biceps, feeling his hands on her hips.

Her heart started to race, thumping rhythmically in her ears, completely drowning out any other sound around her. She was scared, to say the least. She didn't know what to expect; of course, she'd kissed other before, but they weren't Mark. They weren't people she fell for like she fell for Mark.

Their breaths mingled together, Mark slowly pulling her to him. He watched as she turned her head, closing her eyes and leaning up. He mirrored her actions, meeting her in the middle. Their lips met in a soft impact, moving slow and gingerly, Mark making sure to cover every inch of hers with his own. Her hands went up his arms, resting on his shoulders for a second, before going to his neck and stopping.

He didn't want to pull away, she wasn't planning to. But he did, and she let out a small whine. "You understand now, y/n? How I know what love is?" His questions were whispered gruffly against the skin of her neck, his lips brushing against it with a mission. "You're the reason I know what love feels like. You made me fall for you, so hard and so fast, and it's hard to conceal that when you wouldn't give me a chance to say it."

"I love you, Mark." It sounded foreign on her tongue, leaving a bittersweet taste in her mouth. He pulled his head up from her neck, pushing his lips against hers once more. They kissed again, their lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. It was strange, how after all this time, she had her happiness right in front of her – like Mark had said.

Love wasn't something bad. Of course, it had its downs, but there wasn't anything bad about now that she knew what it felt like. It felt like a stab to the heart, but not in a violent way. It was more like your heart gets this jolting feeling at being able to beat in sync with another one, and it fits perfectly. When you find the one you love, nothing goes wrong. Nothing splits apart so fast that you can't catch it.

And it never will, even if someone dies. But, be careful, love may be a precious thing, but it's fragile. One mistake, one wrong step, and it can break. If it's strong enough, then a little crack can be melded together and it won't mess anything up. But, if it isn't and was never meant to be, that could shatter everything.

Be careful with love, and love is careful with you.

Be careless with love, and love will surely bite you in the ass.