Crimson (Googleiplier × Reader)

Chapter XV

Your POV

There were four Marks. Wait, what? You blinked hard and when you opened your eyes, it was just Mark. Your Mark.

Shaking your head, you laughed at yourself. Mark tilted his head in curiosity.

"What's so funny?" He asked, still holding true to his promise with the accent.

"Oh, uh, for a second there I could've sworn there were four of you..." You said.

He flashed you a smile. "The more the merrier, am I right?" This earned him a giggle from you and a pat on the shoulder.

"Up noble steed. Up." With that, he hoisted you up into his back and set off.

"Now where to?" He asked. You smiled gently.

"I don't know...How about...The Apple Store? I need a phone anyways..." You said, seeing an advertisement for it on one of the ,any T.Vs in the food court. Mark looked a little uncomfortable so you adjusted yourself on his back.

"Uh, better?" You asked. He thought for a second and then a light bulb went off in his head.

"Oh! Uh, yeah. Sorry, your knee was digging into my side in the utmost uncomfortable manor." He laughed it off. Content, you pointed in the direction of the store.

On your way, you spotted a store called Pink. "Ooo, Mark let's go there first!" You said, kicking your left foot a little bit.

Alot of people were staring at you two. You heard one group of girls mutter, "relationship goals" when you walked into the store.

Not ten seconds later, a small child, probably around 14 came up to us, looking up at Mark in awe.

"Mr. Markiplier? May I have your autograph please?" She asked, starry eyed. You were confused.

"Mark, are you secretly famous?" You whispered in his ear. He sighed.

"I'll tell you later." He said, letting go with one hand so he could sign the girls bag. It had the same mustache and 'M' on it as your shirt.

After the girl walked away, Mark's phone buzzed. Taking it out, you peered over his shoulder. He was on twitter, and there was a picture of you on his back, laughing. The tweet said, 'Looks like Google's getting out there ;)'.

"Mark, who's Google?" You asked him. He shrugged.

"Oh, that's what people call me when I wear my blue flannel. Like I said, I'll explain it later ok?" He said. Feeling as if you could trust this man, you nodded and continued to look through the racks of clothes.

And that's how the afternoon was spent. You on his back, laughing, having a good time looking through different stores and people coming up for autographs and photos.

And the posts. It seemed like every five seconds Mark got a notification on his phone about 'Google getting out there' and stuff. He ended up shutting his phone off so he could focus on you.

The whole time you'd forgotten about going to the Apple Store.

"Hey, Mark?" You asked when you left the mall.

"Yeah?"

"Uh, have you not gotten tired of this at all?" You asked him, gesturing to you oh his back.
"I mean, you haven't even broken a sweat, let alone ran out of breath." You said a bit tiredly. Holding on to him all afternoon really was quite the workout.

"You doubting my skills Madam?" He said.

"Ugh, you can drop the accent now Mark." You said with an eye roll. He chuckled.