No Way in Hell (MarkiplierXReader)

Chapter 18

Now what the hell am I going to do about these pants?

I could probably wrap his sweatshirt around my hips. The tied up sleeves might make a shadow over the wet spot and he wouldn't see it. But then he'll question why I asked for a sweatshirt in the first place. If I were to ask for a new pair of pants I could make an excuse that these ones are itchy or uncomfortable but then when he's putting these somewhere else he'd see. Maybe his sweatshirt will be baggy and if it isn't I need a back up plan. But getting to the more important problem.

I had a sex dream about MARK!

Out of all possible people it was that ass hole. Why him? Why not someone hot and famous? And why in god's name did I imagine that he was... Big.

He started walking down the stairs, I had all this time to move and I didn't even try. He threw the sweatshirt at me and I caught it with my face.

"Are you okay?" He asked as I pulled the sweatshirt off of my head and into my lap.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked quickly, I sounded nervous, I was nervous I didn't want him to find out about, this.

He looked at me as if my question was stupid.

"You fell down the stairs."

I guess my question was stupid.

"Yeah," I looked at him "I am fine."

"Good, I don't need to drive to the hospital for your broken ass." He laughed as he walked past me. I wanted to say some snooty comeback to that but I was too focused on something else. I watched as he left to the room he first came out of. I stood up covering my crotch with the sweatshirt and carefully ran up the stairs. I was a bit lightheaded but I wasn't going to black out.

Quickly I went into the bathroom and put the sweatshirt on.

"Fuck." I spoke to my reflection it wasn't long enough. "Oh fuck." I placed my hands on my forehead, it hung lower than the shirt but still showed too much, could he possibly mistake it for a shadow?

God strikes him down now! I have a new deal! I'll give $20 to charity! I literally have it on me right now!

I groaned into my hands that were covered by the sleeves.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." My voice was muffled by the fabric, I was not worried about Mark hearing. I opened my eyes wide and took a deep breath. Looking in the mirror again I rubbed my face as if I was tired, I looked too, what's the word?

Guilty.

I looked very guilty, and I did not want Mark to find out what I was guilty of. I shook my whole body quickly waking me up from my guilty look and walked out of the bathroom.

What really can I do now? Bother Mark? That'd be annoying to both of us, that'd mean I'd have to look at him. I walked towards Mark's room, I didn't go in it earlier but curiosity is a bitch.I placed my hand on the door nob.

I turned it leading into his room, a large unmade bed, clothes scattered around, desk, closed laptop, some red dye on the wall along with some holes. The holes looked like they'd been punched in. I have no idea what I was expecting but it was more than this. Why had I expected anything? Mark is just a normal everyday poser.

I walked into the room never the less, I could still sit down. I closed the door almost silently before sitting on his bed. Quickly I got back up feeling something under the blanket that I sat on. I furrowed my brow, what could that be? Grabbing the blanket I folded it to the side. My eyes widened.

It was money, and not just a normal five or so bills, it was a literal block. I picked it up slowly looking at the bill on the top, $50. My heart raced, why the hell did he just casually have this in his bed, like not even in a safe. And where the hell is he getting this money? He seems to have a lot of free time, I looked at the door making sure it was still closed before looking back down at the bed where I found the money. There was some kind of bag poking the end of it out from under the covers. I threw the blanket off of the bed and onto the ground.

Weed, pot, the devil's lettuce, whatever you want to call it, it was there, a whole bunch of it.

"Mark's a fucking drug dealer." I mumbled to myself. "Well fuck." What am I supposed to do with this information? I shouldn't of even come in here. "Fuck." Nothing good can come out of what I've found out. Like that's a whole lot of weed. I put the money back on the bed, what do I do in this situation?

Pot isn't illegal.

Maybe he is selling it legally, yeah, no need to pay any more attention to this. I grabbed the blanket off of the ground and placed it back on the bed. That's, good to know... I guess.

I walked to the door and placed my hand on the door nob when I heard something.

Footsteps, going down the hall.

I quickly turned looking for somewhere to hide. Closet? To crammed full of clothes. Under the desk? What if he sits down. Under the bed? I better fit!

I dived feet first for under the bed. I quickly crawled under the king sized bed pulling my head under with me as I listened to the door open. I looked trying to see him walk in. I watched his feet as he walked through the doorway. He walked toward his bed shuffling around with the things on it.

"Hm.." he made a quiet noise. Soon enough his heals faced me and the bed moved downward ever so slightly, he had sat down a moment before I was greeted with his upside-down face looking at me from in-between his legs.

"You must suck at hide and go seek." He commented.

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Ha, cliff hangers, aren't they great? I really have nothing else to say, so... Yeah..

BUH BYE! Lol (lots of love)

-Me