Blood Never Lies (An AU Markiplier/Jacksepticeye/xReader character story)

The Beach Pt 1

"So, where are we going?" She asked curiously, as Mark's hair was tickling her face through the helmet.

Mark paused for a minute before answering, coming in contact with a light and dropping his foot to the ground.

"Thought we'd ride across the bridge and hit up the beach. Sound okay to you?"

It was a good thing he couldn't see under her helmet, even if he were looking at her, because she was blushing like mad. Her cheeks began to burn red hot fire, causing the heat to rise in the helmet and her need to pop the visor to let some air in before she answered his question.

"It sounds better than okay."

The light changed green and Mark wasted no time in speeding off. The two had made it to the beach, and Mark parked the bike. Everleigh was just ready to swing her leg over but she was stopped when Mark's hands came under her arms and helped her off. Instantly she jumped at his touch, not in the least meaning to, of course. It just happened so fast that her brain didn't know what to do with it. Even in the last weeks, she and Mark never really made any contact with each other physically, unless deemed necessary like when riding on the Bonneville.

"I could have done that myself." She stated firmly as she removed the helmet and put it on the seat, allowing a hand to run through her auburn locks.

"I was trying to be nice, I didn't mean to scare you."

"You could try saying something next time. I really could have hurt you. My first instinct is to swing and I've been in this city long enough to know that." Plus, she didn't want him touching her because then she'd have to explain why she'd freak out every time. 'Oh, yeah, it's because I don't want you to get close, or you'll keel over and fucking die', because that's always the thing everyone wants to hear.

"I'm sorry..." he said as he set his hand out. Everleigh refused it, and took off her shoes and socks, leaving them next to the bike. She didn't like wearing shoes at the beach, and she loved the feeling the sand on her skin.

She smiled and gave him a look before skipping off, seeing his smile from several feet away as she turned to see if he was following her.

"Eve. Eve, please." She could hear him calling behind her, knowing the further she got from him onto the beach, the more protective he would sound. All Eve wanted to do was enjoy this night on the sand, and by the water, and without being constantly doted on.

"Mark, come on. When was the last time that I left the house when I wanted to? I refuse to live in isolation, and if that gets me killed under my own power, then so be it. I won't let him do this to me. I can't live like that."

She stopped in place while she was talking and while Mark closed the distance between them. She could feel tears forming, and they were stinging her eyes. Mark just stood there, looking down at the sand and looking back up at her. It was clear he didn't know what to say.

"I know everyone is protective over the 'oh so little angel' that I am, but I'm not made of porcelain. I'm a human being, with my own life ahead of me, and I should be treated as such."

As her hands went up to her face, tears began to fall. Mark closed the distance even futher and put his arms around her. Every one of Everleigh's senses seemed to pique when she caught a scent of his cologne. Part of her wanted to stay like that for just a while longer but chaos swept through her frame and it brought on another panic. Her hand went up to his toned torso and gave a push.

"Mark. Stop doing that. Nothing good ever comes from doing that."

Everleigh's words seemed to spark something in his eyes as he turned away from her.