You threw on a The Living Tombstone shirt and a Golden Freddy jacket. You brushed your h/l, h/c, hair and put it up in a ponytail. You put on jeans and tennis shoes. You put on some light make-up and grabbed your phone. A text popped up. It was from Mark. 'I'm at your apartment. Do you want me to come up?' It read. 'No. I'm fine.' You reply. You lock the door and go downstairs. Mark was standing next to a black 2015 Dodge Charger. 'Nice car.' You thought. You walk over and he opens your door. "Thanks Mark." You say. He smiles at you. He got in and started to drive. You two talked and laughed for a few minutes. "You know." You start. "If you take 5th street, you can avoid traffic." You state. "No. Main Street is better. I know."he started. "Because I am Wilford Warfstace, and Wilford Warfstace knows what's best." He says in a goofy voice. Three minuets later, you run into traffic. "Don't say it." He says. "Too bad." You say. You poke him in the side and say, "I told you so." He sticks his tongue out at you and you do the same thing back.
About ten minutes later, you finally arrive at the coffee shop.
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I'll Fight For You... No Matter What The Cost (A Markiplier x Reader fan-fic) #Watty2015
FanfictionYou lived with a father who was an alcoholic and abusive. You had no one to turn to, worried if you got your friends involved, they would end up dead. Half way through college, you move in with your boyfriend, Alex. He acts all nice, but really, he'...
