Pretty Boy {Markiplier X Reader}

Thirty-One

The next morning, you woke up feeling very refreshed and well rested, and you swore up and down that you had just gotten the best sleep you've gotten in a very, very long time.

You smiled softly to yourself as you rubbed sleep out of your eyes and yawned. After the sleep was rubbed out of your eyes, your vision began adjusting to the sunlight that was lighting up the room and after doing so, you saw someone standing in the room and facing the wall, causing your heart to skip a beat out of fear and only starting to beat again when you realized that it was only Mark.
You cleared your throat so that he would know that you were awake before you spoke, "H-How long have you been in here?"
Only five minutes. Mark turned to face you and struggled to use sign language that he was holding a paintbrush in one hand and a palette in the other. I suddenly had an idea for what I wanted to paint on this wall, and I want to get it painted before the idea completely slips my mind because, believe it or not, I can be pretty forgetful sometimes.
"What are you going to paint?" You asked as you saw the very beginning of what Mark was planning on painting on the wall, smiling softly as you knew that it was start of something great.
The solar system. Mark smiled softly as well after he finished touching up the outlines of the sun and the nine planets (He was apparently one of those people who still refused to believe that Pluto was no longer considered a planet.) I think it'll tie into the space theme I have going on in my room very nicely.
"I think so too." You agreed, unable to take your eyes off of him. You had always wanted to watch him draw or paint since you wondered just how he could create such amazing works of art, and now that you were finally given the opportunity to see him do just that, you were excited. "So, I'm curious. What made you choose to go with a space theme for your room?"
Well, the main reason is because I really love space. Mark's eyes darted all over the wall he was currently painting on, most likely due to the fact that he was making sure everything was just right. But another reason is because I was literally living in a replica of Amy's room that I created, and I came to the realization, even though I thought it would help me cope with losing her, it actually did the opposite. It made me miss her even more than I already did to begin with. When I realized it, I got rid of almost everything that was in my room and made it into what you see right now. While it was really hard at first, I'm really glad that I did it because now I feel like this is actually my room and an expression of who I am rather than my ex-girlfriend's room and an expression of who she was. Mark smiled a tiny bit as he looked around the entire room, seeming to study even the tiniest of details as he did so.
"I can't wait to see what it looks like once it's done." You smiled a tiny bit as well as you looked at the incomplete walls and tried to imagine what they were going to look in the (hopefully) near future. However, you had the feeling that the things that you were currently envisioning were nowhere near as good as what they were actually going to turn out to be simply because it was Mark, someone who was almost unrealistically good at art.
Me either. Mark agreed as he walked over to you with the palette and paintbrush in one hand. Once he was close enough to you, he extended his other hand out towards you. Do you want to come and help me paint?
"I would love to, but I'm horrible at anything art related." You smiled sheepishly as you looked up at him. "I can hardly draw a stick figure." You couldn't help but laugh when you said this.
I'll help you. Mark was, for some reason, insistent on having you help him paint. You can hold the paintbrush and I'll guide you along as we paint.
"I don't know if that's a good idea." You didn't know why Mark was desperately wanting you to help him paint, especially since there was a time when he refused to show anyone his drawings and paintings. "I feel like I would ruin all of the hard work that you've already put in so far."
You won't, I promise. Mark insisted yet again, which wasn't that much of a surprise to you at this point. I'll make sure you won't. Please just help me, even if it's just for a little bit.
Seeing the look in his eyes was more than enough for you to finally cave in and agree to help him. Letting out a very small and quiet sigh, you slowly got out of bed. "Fine, I guess I can help you for a little bit."
A bright smile and an excited expression formed on Mark's face as he grabbed ahold of your arm and practically dragged you over to the wall. Still holding your arm, he placed the paintbrush into your hand and forced you to form a grip around it.
Just tell me when you want to stop.
"Okay." You smiled ever so slightly, caught between whether you felt excited about doing this and making him happy or whether you felt like you just wanted to get it over with. "Mark, I think you're a little bit too excited about this."
As always, Mark didn't say as he guided your hand over to the palette and dipped the paintbrush into the color that he wanted to use. He then guided your arm over to the spot where he left off and, despite the fact that he was using your arm to paint with, moved it gracefully without messing up his progress.