Today, Mark had something planned for you two to do. You had no idea what it was, but you were excited. You weren't leaving until after lunch, so you had the whole morning to fish it out of Mark. You tried to get it out of him early in the morning, because you thought tired Mark would let it slip.

"Good morning, Markimoo," you said as you laid a kiss on his lips.

"Morning, (Y/N)," Mark groggily said.

"So where are we going today?"

"We're going to get our- wait a minute, you're fishing,aren't you?"

"D***it, yeah. I thought tired Mark would give me some information."

"I'm not telling you, it's a surprise."

"I can be very convincing," you said as you tickled his stubble.

"Oh really now?"

"Yeah. I'm sure you can be easily persuaded."

"I think I can," he said as he pulled you into him.

"Or not," you said as you walked away.

"(Y/N)! Wait! You can't just leave me like that!"

"Just watch me. No information equals no kisses."

"C'mon babe. I want it to be a surprise," Mark whined.

"Fine, but you get one kiss," you said as you pulled Mark into you.

You two kissed and you pulled away. Mark whined as you walked away. Mark had videos to make and you had a house to tidy up! Mark went to his recording room as you dusted off the table. You finished before Mark did, so you watched some TV to pass the time.

Mark finally finished. You two got ready and went to lunch. You ate your food as you tried to dish out Mark's information.

"I'm not telling you,(Y/N)!"

"C'mon, Mark! I can't take this anxiety!"

Mark reached across the table and griped your hands into his.

"You'll find out soon enough," he said as he winked.

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You pulled up to a strip mall. There were multiple shops that people bustled in and out. You hurriedly looked at each of the shops' signs to try to find out what was about to happen. You had trailed slightly behind Mark and he practically dragged you by your arm to the shop in the middle.

"Aw, shit!" You thought as you recognized the shop.

It was Mark's hairdresser. The one that died his hair.

You tried to pull away from Mark and run back to the car, but he was much stronger than you. He dragged you into the hairdresser and sat you down on the waiting couch while he checked in. He soon came and sat next to you.

"Surprise!"

You crossed your arms. "I hope I'm just here to watch you get your hair re-dyed."

"No, babe. You have an appointment to get your hair dyed as well."

"Mark, I don't wanna," you whinned.

"C'mon, (Y/N). We'll be matching! You'll love the color I chose for you!"

"I've never dyed my hair before. What if I don't like the way it turns out?"

"Oh trust me, babe. You'll love the way Sarah does your hair! And if you don't like it, we can always dye it back."

"Okay. I'm not dying all of my hair though."

"Of course, (Y/N). You can just get your tips dyed or streaks."

"I think I'll just get my tips done."

Mark was soon called back to get his hair done. You mindlessly scrolled through Instagram while you waited. Soon, you heard Mark call you.

"(Y/N)! Babe! Come back here!"

You slowly pulled yourself off of the couch and shuffled to where Mark was. You plopped down in the chair and admired Mark's fresh and vibrant hair. He smiled at you as Sarah washed your hair. You still were nervous, but Mark kept reassuring you that it would be okay.

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It was time to reveal your hair. You had no idea what color it was, and you were worried. Sarah slowly pulled away the towel that covered up your hair. Your (curly,straight,wavy) hair fell down and rested on your shoulders. You gasped as you saw the gorgeous red that your tips were. You grabbed the ends of your hair and ran you fingers through your newly dyed deep red hair. You loved the color and immediately thanked Sarah. You stood up and squeezed Mark tightly.

"Thank you so much, Markimoo! I love it!"

"I knew you would."