No Way in Hell (MarkiplierXReader)

Chapter 19

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

I gave a nervous smile, what the hell do I do? Mark stood up before squatting in front of the bed, grabbing my hand and pulling me out from under the bed.

"Having fun under there?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest. "Because we could have a lot more fun on top of the bed." He smiled. His smile was weirdly different, of course it was cocky as usual but it had a hint of something, that I didn't seem to be able to put my finger on. "So Y/n." His smile grew creepy as he uncrossed his arms taking a step towards me. "What were you doing under my bed?" I backed up to the wall as he continued to walk closer. This was the first time I felt intimidated by him.

"Well.." I looked down seeing his feet almost stepping on mine.

"Yeah?" He hummed as if he wasn't acting like a psychopath. I looked back up seeing him looking down at me from an inch away.

"I heard you coming this way." I tried to stand strong, which was quite hard with him standing stronger. He stayed silent for a moment just looking at me, just the way he looked down at me made me feel so weak. Why was the room so hot? It was probably the sweatshirt, I should take it off. He took a step back turning his back on me.

"Under the bed is one of the most obvious places to hide Y/n." He sat on the bed and looked back at me. Why did he leave me against the wall? Why did he scare me to the wall? What did he just do? I felt so confused. "You smoke?" He asked.

"Um, no." I mumbled (for the sake of the story).

"Neither do I." He looked down at the blanket that hid his drugs. I took a step towards him.

"So, do you-"

"Yeah, I sell." He looked up at me. Called it. I gave a small nod. It then was quiet, awkward quiet. For an awkward amount of time.

"Is it legal?" I asked. I wanted to know how bad this was. His eyebrows raised at my question.

"You think I wouldn't sell legally?" He laughed, his laugh made me uncomfortable, it was more of a sarcastic laugh than anything, this room was really hot. "You out of all people should know that I always abide by the law." He said seriously but his sarcastic look said exactly what I thought. This room had to be 100 degrees, I slid the sweatshirt off over my head. That was better.

"That's what I assumed." I mumbled under my breath.

Mark the illegal drug dealer, it has a nice ring to it.

"Want me to put that away?" He pointed at the sweatshirt in my hand.

"Yeah sure." He stood up grabbing it from me. I walked over to his bed and sat down. What do you do after you find out the dick you're currently stuck with sells drugs illegally? I have no idea, that is why I just sat there, thinking of my next move.

Mark walked around his bed looking out the window behind me.

"Bad news." He said. "Rain hasn't stopped, you get to spend the night."

"Which one is the bad part, the rain or the me being here?" I asked.

"Neither in my book." He laughed walking back to the bed.

"So, I get to sleep in the guest room?" I pointed through his wall to the room by his.

"Yeah." he opened the door to his room standing in the doorway. "If," he turned his head to see me "you don't keep me up with that moaning." He moved his body imitating sex. "Mark." He said trying to make it in my voice. My jaw dropped.

"You heard me?" I almost yelled.

"Honey, all of California heard you." He turned back to the hallway walking down it towards the staircase. "And the stair thing was pretty funny." He laughed before leaving my view.

I was shocked I didn't know what to say, I wanted to be angry but there was nothing to be angry at. Without really realizing it my lips had curved into a smile, and I let out a quiet laugh. He heard me, let me freak out, and didn't do anything about it. My breath became quicker, I started full on laughing. He knew, he knew this whole time. I didn't even need to worry, at all. My laughing slowed as I just looked down the hall.

"Well played." I whispered to myself, I really fell for it.

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"Hey!" I yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"What?" I hear Mark yell his answer from one of the many mysterious rooms he had down here.

"Can I borrow some, other pants?"

"Yeah, there in the closest drawer to my bed, or pick something up off the ground."

"Thanks." I started my way back up to his room.

"Yeah, just don't cum again unless I'm apart of it." He yells back, I can hear how funny he thinks he is through his voice.

"You're overdoing it!" I yelled as I start to walk down the hall. Walking into Mark's room my head turned to his pants drawer. I opened it and started to look around for something my size, or at least as close as I can get to that. I pull out a pair that look like they'll fit. Under them was more weed. How does he have so much? I wonder if he grows. I closed the door to Mark's room and started unbuttoning my pants, I know he's downstairs but I am not taking any chances.

Pulling up the new pair of pants, I kicked the other pair into a small pile of clothing I can only assume is laundry.

The pants fit nicely, for something that isn't mine. I walked out of Mark's room and headed back down the stairs.

I wonder what he's been doing.

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Coolio fam, that took me too long and I'm sorry for that. Sorry sorry sorry, I'm like super tired right now so I have no idea what to right, my hands are just moving and I'm bearly thinking before writing any of this. Okay.

BUH BYE!!! Lol (lots of love)

-Me