Mark-Walking In The Full Moon Light

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It was a full moon and I was walking in the forest near my house. It sounds stupid, I know. But it's actually pretty relaxing. It gives me time to think. I've been walking for about an hour now. I looked up to see the moon at it's peak. Must be midnight.

I kept walking for a few more minutes, but slowed to a stop when I heard a wolf howl not too far away. I looked around in an attempt to try and see something, but I saw nothing. I kept walking, this time a little faster. I started to hear faint footsteps behind me though. I looked back again and still didn't see anything. 

I shook my head, thinking my mind was playing tricks  on me, making me paranoid. I sat down on a nearby log, leaned against the tree behind it, and relaxed. I listened with my eyes closed, trying to see if I could hear those footsteps again.

I sat there, listening, for a while, and didn't hear anything until I got up. When I stood, I heard the footsteps again, but it seemed like they were right behind me. I swung around and saw a dark figure disappear into the trees. It looked almost like a huge wolf.

I ran back the way I came, hearing the footsteps behind me the whole time. Whatever it was was gaining on me. But I kept running. I'm not dying today. As I was running though, they stopped and I heard a man yelling. I stopped and looked back to see a guy on the ground. He had dark hair and he was unconscious. (And yes. He has clothes on.)

I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and groaned in pain.

"A-are you o-okay?" I stuttered.

He looked up at me. "Yeah, I think so." He said, sitting up. He had a deep voice.

"Do you need help?" I asked, looking at his face. He had chocolate brown eyes, a stubble, and shaggy blue hair on the top. The rest of his hair was black.

"No, I think I got it." He said, standing up and stretching.

I stood as well. When he stretched, I saw he had a muscular build. He's about as tall as me and kinda cute. I blushed slightly at the thought.

He looked to me. "Do you live nearby?" He asked.

I looked up. "Uh, yeah. I don't live too far away actually. Why?" I replied.

"Mainly curious. I'm Mark by the way." He said.

I smiled. "I'm (Y/N)." I said.

The more we talked, the more attracted I felt to him. He is pretty cute.

We talked and walked. Once we reached my house, I offered for him to come inside. He happily accepted. As soon as he came in, he sat down on the couch. I giggled quietly and went into the kitchen to make some hot tea.

"Do you want some tea?" I asked.

No reply.

I looked in the living room to see Mark asleep on the couch. I left the tea and turned nature sounds with music on on the TV. I sat in front of the couch and watched him sleep. He slept so deeply and peacefully. I couldn't help but watch him.

He stirred in his sleep, so I started to back away, but he kinda made grabby hands and whispered.

"Stay..."

I smiled and whispered back.

"Okay, I'll stay for you."

I moved back closer to the couch and he frowned.

"No.. Up here..." He said, patting the couch slightly.

I smiled and sighed.

"Okay." I said softly.

I lied down next to him and he wrapped his arm around me. He smiled and drifted back to sleep. I did the same soon after. Falling into a deep sleep, dreaming about him, I smiled and buried my face in his chest. He hugged me tighter.

Here you go! Another imagine finished. I'll probably do a Septiplier after this one. I'm doing a pattern thing. I'll write an imagine about Jack then Mark and then a Septiplier one. I might do Author's Notes in between each sequence, explaining things. You can leave suggestions in the Author's Notes for the most part. You don't have to, but it would be easier for me if you don't mind. Also, Janyseptiplier is writing this as well. I suggested it to her, so she is working it. In her book, it's called "A Mark Left In The Night pt. 1". Anyway, stay bossome! And I'll see you in the next thing I write.

~ScarletSeptiEye~







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