A couple months had passed since the coming out to the fans, and nothing had gone bad; no hate, no unsubscribing or something like that, and overall, they were even happier. They had been together only about five months, but it was the best five months of their life by far. She had everything she wanted and needed in life with him, and he had the same with her.
"Hey, Marki," she called out, glad to hear his fast-ish footsteps racing down the hallway and a thud as he jumped off the last step of the stairs.
"Yeah, baby?" He was out of breath, but he was hanging on the back of the couch and staring at her laid out body.
"So, what do you think about going to Disney? I'd like to go and I saw this commercial, and I guess we've never actually been on any type of real date," he was nodding vigorously as she asked the question, making her giggle.
"Yes! When will we go? I need to prepare for this special occasion," he was jumping in his spot, the thud of his feet and the shaking of the couch helping project how excited he was for Disney. He may have been a nearly-grown man, but that didn't mean he wasn't a Disney fanatic, especially because his favorite movie was Ratatouille.
"Uh, we could go in a couple days, if that's okay with you," she suggested, her legs bending as she placed her hand on his, which was resting on the cushion closest to her head.
Nodding once more, he laced their fingers together and kissed her hand, saying his I love you in his own little way before racing up the stairs and into his recording room. She was laughing as he did so, turning her attention back to the television and half-heartedly paying attention to the show while she thought about what they would do.
She knew it would take a few days to catch up for him, which was why she proposed to go in a week; she also knew that the weather was in one of its nicest places, so there wouldn't be wearing a tank top and tiny, itty-bitty, shorts with flip flops. She got up, going up to their room and waving to Mark at the end of the hall while he recorded. He took notice to her small action and smirked, his eyes only glancing up a slight bit to look at her before setting his attention back on the game.
She went into the closet they shared, staring at both of their sides – maybe he had a shirt she could borrow for then. Seeing a light blue v-neck, she grabbed it off the hanger and placed it on her arm, walking over to her side of the closet and finding a cute pair of shorts that were a few inches above the knee. Shrugging, she figured that she could make it work, especially with the Stitch hat she had gotten a while ago.
Walking out, she heard a loud scream come from Mark, and knowing him, it was probably a stupid jump scare that wasn't all that stupid. She looked in his direction, seeing him looking at her with wide puppy eyes and making grabby hands while walking toward her.
Laughing, as if she hadn't done it a million times that day, she walked into his arms, wrapping her own around his torso and resting her head on his chest. His arms were wrapped around her torso and holding her close, his lips on her forehead as he started to caress her hair.
Obviously, it was more for him than for her, but she enjoyed it either way. "I got scared," he whimpered, kissing her forehead and her lips once she looked up at him.
"Awh, Marki," she didn't really know what else to say so she just joined their lips together once more, enjoying the feeling of his soft ones, and the way he would sometimes lightly tug on her bottom lip just to get her attention.
The kiss started to progress, turning into a full on make-out session in the middle of the hallway, the sunlight shining on them, creating a picturesque moment. Her hands moved to his chest while his moved to her neck, gripping it softly. She loved kissing him like she was – it sent a type of euphoria through her veins that, although she knew it was supposed to happen, made her excited for more. He loved to hold her the way he was, being able to say that yes, the wait was worth it and yes, it was incredible to be able to be the man he was to her.
Pulling away, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his chest, his cheek nuzzling the side of her face. "I can't wait for Disney, Mark," she whispered, feeling an excitement unlike that of kissing Mark start to bombard her mind. He chuckled, moving his hands to her waist and pulling her body flush against his.
"You have no idea, y/n, no idea."
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The day for Disney had finally come, and they couldn't have been happier. She was more than prepared, already dressed and ready for the occasion, and Mark was just as equally ready, but more in a trance from seeing her in his shirt, and so happy, with that gleaming smile of hers. Hooking his arm around her shoulders, they got out of the car they had been in for barely ten minutes and walked to the gates of the Magic Kingdom park.
"Oh my gosh! I love it! It's so adorable! Mark, look," she pointed to anything and everything that had Mickey or Minnie on it, including random hats, and even at one point, she pointed to a Stitch character that she just had to get a picture with. Mark still couldn't stop looking at her, but kept her by him just in case someone got any ideas about his soulmate – you could say he was acting irrational, but she really was a true beauty, and everyone who was anyone would want to say that she was theirs, without hesitation.
Sighing, he was glad to sit down and have a little ice cream with her, as was she with him. The cool frozen, flavored cream felt heavenly against their dry mouths, and she couldn't help but completely devour hers. When he was done, he went to throw it away, turning around to see a dude sitting by her. Her arm had been turned away from the man, so he couldn't see that her clock was at all zero's and that she was bound to be here with her soulmate.
"So, ma'am," the man started, catching her attention from something random and off in the distance. He hadn't said anything past that, which kind of confused her, but she was otherwise calm about the situation. "I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are," he continued, causing her eyes to go wide and dart toward Mark in a quick glance. He looked to be angry, coming over with his fists clenched ever so slightly.
"And, even if we aren't soulmates, what do you say we cheat the system and, uh, get outta here," his cocky figure was immediately broken when Mark sat down directly next to her and kissed her cheek, flipping her arm out a little to show that her clock was out.
He then flipped his own arm, the two showing matching colors, and times, before wrapping it around her shoulders. His eyes were hard as stone and his gaze as cold as ice as he stared at the boy, making y/n worry that something might happen. "Haha, sorry, dude," she started, looking to Mark and kissing his cheek like he did hers, "but I'm pretty sure I'm good. I've got him, I sure as hell don't need you."
The burst of confidence came from Mark's hand encasing itself with her own – she was sure of it. He didn't say any more than an, "Oh. Sorry," before getting up and leaving the table to join what looked like two dudes just waiting under some type of restaurant canopy. She looked at Mark, who was still glaring at the boy, snapping her fingers in his face and turning it to her. Joining their lips, she felt him relax and melt into the soft kiss.
"You'll always be mine, y/n, always."
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FanfictionA simple clock on the wrist decided their fate. Their fate was delicate, and ending up with the perfect person for them was all they'd ever want and need in their life. [ r i p ]
