Markiplier Imagines (completed)

// Whatever Comes to Mind

Hey

His smile was large, and he held a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He looked down at his feet.

I'm sorry to bother you, but I just want to say something.

I looked at him. He cleaned up nice.

What is it?

He gulped. He scratched the back of his neck. He crinkled the paper that wrapped the flowers. It was like a close up scene. You could hear everything.

Um, nevermind. You'd say something like, "let's just be friends" or something like that. It's stupid of me to come around at this time.

I looked at him again. The time just striking eight.

Come back later. Whatever comes to mind.

And so he did.

Mark: do you want anything to eat?

Y/N: when I said come back, I didn't mean two in the morning.

Mark: but you're awake, therefore, I could.
Mark: can.

Y/N: sometimes, I think you're weird.
Y/N: but I am too.

Mark: I'm at McDonald's, what do you want?

Y/N: chicken nuggets are my soulmates; for life.

Mark chuckled.

Hi.

His shirt was untucked now. His hair was messy.

What have you been doing?

He looked at me.

Thinking.

I waited for another answer.

Of what comes to mind when I see you.

He chuckled.

What's that?

He brought out the flowers again. They still looked perfect.

I like you. Your smile. Laugh. Voice. They way you eat chicken nuggets by eating the fried layer first. Everything about you. You.

I wish I could say the same.

What?

I love you.

♡

I thought I would give it a go and try something new. And, I wrote whatever came to mind. Because I have writers block.