Runaways | Mark Hoffman x Reader (SAW)

Disagreements

Chapter 30
Disagreements

It's been around 3 weeks since you started your new life with Mark, you guys had finally made the warehouse your own, there was no more renovations needed. Your living room was beautifully decorated, light gray walls, black furniture, you both had a bookshelf each, one shelf each being designated to your lost sisters, it turns out Mark brought a picture of his sister with him, just like you did. Your bookshelf was covered in decor and video tapes of your favourite movies, whereas Marks had books and looked a mess, but you didn't want to tamper with it. Your couch had [F/C] cousins, matched with a rug that sat under the black coffee table.

The bathroom was a simple black, gray and white, with simple paintings om the walls and fake plants scattered everywhere. The bedroom also stayed simple, except you had managed to move the bed to the centre of the room, rather then in a corner, and Mark made you both some bedside tables, both having a little lamp to match. He also made you both draws for cloths and a big wardrobe. Everytime Mark went out he got you both more clothes, since you both only came with around 3 different outfits and some sleepwear.

Everything was feeling normal again, just how you wanted it. Except, some things just couldn't leave your mind.

-

Today was the day Marks stitches come out, you also wanted to check his thumb. You woke up besides him, seeing he was already awake. He sits up groaning, getting out of bed. You smile, watching him get up. "Morning." You say to him. He turns around, smiling at you.

"Good morning, beautiful." He leans over the bed, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Ready to say bye to your stitches?" You sit up.

"Yeah but, let's have some breakfast first?" He picks up a shirt from the floor, putting it on. You sit up from the bed, your back facing Mark.

"Of course, what we having today hmmm?"

"Your picking, my treat, let's go look in the fridge." As you stand up, Mark comes to you, picking you up. You squeak at the sudden movement, then giggle. Wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you to the kitchen area, plopping you on the coutner besides the fridge, you leant back, keeping your hands on the coutner to keep you up right. "We've goootttt bacon, eggs, the stuff for pancakes-" He began listing the options.

"How aboouuuttt [F/F]?" (Instead of favourite food just pick your favourite breakfast :D)

"Oh what a surprise you pick that." He chuckles at you, picking out the items needed for your chosen dish. He places them on the counter besides you, then goes between your legs, hands on your thighs. "I love this new life we have, being able to wake up at a random time and spend all day with you is just, truly magical." He smiles, kissing you on the lips then cheek.

"It's nice being able to wake up and your still in bed with me." He smiles wider, pulling you closer to him and hugging you tight. "But, Mark?" You pull away from him, he hums in response. "Why are we still here?" He furrows his eyebrows at you.

"What do you mean?"

"We're still so close to where we are wanted. Why haven't we gone somewhere further?" This was something that's been playing on your mind after the first couple of days of being there. Why was you both still so close to where you once lived, where you was wanted behind bars. Mark paused for a moment, before answering, almost as if he was coming up with a answer.