Markiplier Imagines (completed)

// Wedding Dress

wow, such good.

Fact: I write the dumbest notes when I'm not ready to write. Like the one above ⤴.

Another one stole from my "Free!" Book.

(Y/N)'s white pearly dress flowed like water behind her. Pink flowers held in a bouquet contrasted upon the front of her dress and soft salty tears fell into them ever once in a great while, walking the hall. Her father held her hand as she gripped on tightly, smiling at her new future.

Mark, on the other hand, held a hankerchief in in his hands and would wipe down his eyes. Every few seconds he would look away, and a smile would be painted onto his face as if he was a canvas. He had longed to smile for years, and now he has a reason to.

The girl with the white pearly flats, matching her dress, stood up on the podium. Mark grabbed her hands and rubbed her knuckles very softly. "I'm so happy I had purposed to you; you look very lovely."

"I'm happy you did, I wouldn't have someone as amazing as my best friend; besides that, you look very handsome."

They both giggled and chuckled at each other.

"If anyone disagrees with this couple, please stand. If you don't, please be silent," they scanned their surroundings and saw no one on their feet. "Okay, we may start our vows."

Mark began to speak strong words to the women before him. His hand would move to her soft, (skin color), cheek and wipe away the tears that escaped from her eyes (I said ears before). Daniel, from behind him, smiled holding both the rings inside his suit pocket. But it was now (Y/N)'s turn, the girl who smiled and would talk sweet nothings and give soft kisses to the man. Her mind was running around and acting as if she was at party; shy and quiet. Sniffles came from the familes sitting along them. "I love you so much Mark."

"I love you too (Y/N)."

"Do you swear to be together till death do you part?" In unison, the couple said yes. "(Y/N), do you take Mark to be your husband?"

"I do," had escaped from her smiling lips.

"Mar-"

"I do," he said quickly.

"..k, take (Y/N) to..be your....bride? Well uh, you may kiss the bride!" Mark grabbed the waist of the women and pressed his lips softly on hers. Her hands held his face and a smile broke through.

"You sure are happy, Mrs. Fischbach," Mark smiled, putting his forehead against hers.

"I am Markimoo," her lips kissed her new husbands. "I'm grateful that I married you."

"Pff, I'm just a guy who plays games," he chuckled.

"Oh quit it," she giggled.

"At least I'll always have someone to cheer me on."

"Just don't push yourself too much Mark, I don't want you to become dissatisfied like you already have. No buts."

"You worry too much."

"Of course I do, I love you too much."

"Everyone in, the reception is starting," her mother called from the Balcony of a farmhouse based for weddings.

Mark took her hand and walked her up into the building. They sat at a long table which would consist of the bridesmaids, maid of honor, groomsmen, and best man.

"Would the Maid Of Honor please stand and speak your speech?"

(Best friend) stood up from her seat and held a glass of water and a microphone in her hand. "Mark was very weirded out when he meet (Y/N) through my brother. He didn't think that he would like her because of the way he described her, but as they began talking and the way he payed attention to her eyes and beauty, he fell in love.

When (Y/N) and I were kids, she would always talk about how she wanted her wedding day to be and how long she wanted to be with her husband, which was forever. Her reasonings always melted my heart, she wished for a beautiful future, and that's what she got.

The night Mark moved in with (Y/N), I came over. They were snuggled up on the couch and I took a picture without them knowing. They looked so cute, and I'm glad they're married.

Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Fischbach, to your marriage."

"Best Man?"

"Okay," Daniel stood. "I was young when I met Mark, and we didn't see each other till our last year of school. (Y/N) always hung out with (b/f) and she seemed very similar to Mark, so I told (b/f)s brother to tell her about her. I told him to discribe her differently for a reason, so he could see how she really was; a pretty, shy, little girl who fell in love with my best friend. I'll be honest, (best friends brother?) did have a crush on her, but I knew I wouldn't make her as happy as Mark makes her, and I'm glad I told him.

Congrats Mr. and Mrs. Fischbach."

The Bride and the Groom smiled at their best friends comments. "We both thank you," Mark spoke.

"So, do they have a swimming pool?" Ethan blurted out.

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