A few hours past when Mark and I woke up. I was a bit sore down there but I could manage. When I got out of bed, I realized that I was still naked.
Shit......Fuck it. I'm taking a shower.
I gathered some clean clothes and went to the bathroom.
"I'm taking a shower Mark."
"Can I join you?" He asked jokingly.
"Sure." I started the water and climbed in. Mark looked a bit flustered but he joined me as well.
"Hey Mark, can you sit down?" I asked as I poured shampoo onto my hand.
"Uh sure?" As soon as he sat down, I went behind him and began to lather his hair.
"You like this?"
"Only when you do it." Once his hair was clean, I began to clean mine. After a few minutes, both Mark and I were clean. We got out and as I was drying off, Mark began to get dressed.
"I'm going to go record some more videos today."
"No duh Mark. I'm going to go grocery shopping. We're low on peanut butter." I gave Mark a look at the last sentence. He shrugged his shoulders and pecked my lips.
"Be safe." I pulled my switchblade out of my pant pocket.
"Don't worry. Besides, I'll be in a populated area." Mark didn't look too sure.
"I'll be fine. If it make you feel better, I'll put you on speed dial." Mark let out a sigh and pulled me into a hug.
"I-I just don't want to lose you."
"You wont lose me Mark. I always stand my ground. I don't give in." I kissed his cheek before leaving the bathroom once I was fully dressed. I then left the apartment and began to make my to the grocery store.
Hmmmm, it's about 3 now. I hope Lauren is ok.
I just continued to walk, lost in my thoughts about what happened this morning. I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when I heard yelling. My eyes focused on three figures in front of me. Lauren was on the ground, in front of her stood the crazy chic and in between them, protecting Lauren was a third girl. She had dark blue hair in a ponytail, ripped jeans, a Pierce The Veil shirt, and her brown eyes showed both fear and anger. Lauren seemed to have various cuts on her arms and so was the other girl. I felt so angry. I quickly ran over and towered over the chic before she could take another step closer to the kids. I pulled my switchblade out and brandished it.
"Back off. I wont let you harm them."
"Mom be careful!"
"Don't worry dear, I'll be fine. Jen?"
"Y-yeah?"
"Take Lauren to your place. Also, don't call the cops."
"Mommy?"
"Come on Lauren, get on my back. I'll carry you." Jen picked Lauren up and put Lauren on her back.
"NO! GET BACK HERE!" The chic charged at them, knife ready to stab, but I intervened. I wrapped my arms around her waist and threw her the other direction. Jen started to run off.
"Don't tell your dad Lauren!"
"Ok!"
"HOW DARE YOU!?" She tried to stab me but I blocked it with my blade.
"Not happening. Besides, how dare me? How dare you try to harm my daughter and her friend." I shoved her backwards. Once she got her footing, she charged again at me and swung the knife horizontally. I dodged as though I was playing limbo. I quickly kicked my leg up, kicking the knife out of her hand, causing it to spin in the air. I caught it with my other hand and I pointed both weapons at her. Before she could react, I put both weapons in my pockets and grabbed her. I turned my body and tossed her. I was able to throw her a good few feet away. I then quickly booked it, catching up to Lauren and Jen after about a minute or two of running. They seemed to have been having a conversation but stopped once I was in earshot.
"Mom!"
"Miss L/n!"
"I'm ok. Also, you can just call me y/n if you want. I think we can stop running though."
"Ok." Jen set Lauren on the ground before sitting down, panting.
"Thank you Jen."
"No problem Lauren." I looked at Lauren and Jen's wounds, thank full that they were only scraps and not actually cuts like I thought at first.
"Well I'm glad that you both are ok."
"No thanks to me." Lauren mumbled. Jen immediately hugged her and I placed my hand on her shoulder.
"It's ok dear. How about you two go for icecream before going to Jen's house?"
"Yeah."
"Thank you mom."
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Markiplier X Reader
RomanceYou are a 22 year old girl and is a proud writer. Your life is pretty normal, or at least to you, untill one day when you meet a certain Iplier.
