Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 39

Two weeks in and I'm already fed up with school. Professor Seven has already given us our first big assignment to see where each of us were, and he said he's being kind when he gave us three weeks to complete it. We had to create a small, five page short story. And once you hear it, you're like "Oh that's it? It's going to be easy." But the difficulty kicks in you have to think of an original plot. Like, a story line that only (Y/N) would think of. And guess what? (Y/N) doesn't have one ounce of creativity in her. I groaned in fustration as I slammed my pen onto my note book.

"Having trouble thinking of something?" A voice asked as the door opened. Rubbing my temples, I grabbed my goodies that Rachel brought. At this time, it was very well needed. She went out to get the both of us something for dinner since it was already eleven.

"Thank you. And yes, I don't know where to go after this." I repiled as I handed my book to her. She read over what I already had and asked for my pen. Curious, I handed the pen to her and she added whatever she had in mind. It took her a few minutes, which gave me some time start eating my rice and chicken.

"I'm sorry if I completely got off topic and made it too romantic, but hey, a little something is better than nothing." Rachel said and handed me my book. It read

As the strong wind and snow come over, I stuffed my face deeper into my fur jacket, the wind only grazing over my ears. My hands were completely numb, I couldn't feel my feet, and I'm close to collapsing on the man underneath me.

"Alex, Alex please wake up." I pleased while shaking the stiff body. He didn't give me a respone. "Alex, this is no good time for your tricks. The military is outside." I shook the body again.

"I-I'm not p-pulling any type of trick, G-Georiga. I'm actually dying." He said. Panicking, I took off my scarf and held it of his wound, applying presue to stop the bleeding. All while the military was yelling for us to get out.

"Don't leave me. Please don't." I said. His eyelids were slowly covering his brown eyes, but something in him told him he can't die just yet. He can't die in these ruins just yet. Alexander (Hamilton) Rodriguez can't die in the hands of the military, who cause this havoc in the first place. Alex reached up, placed his hand on my cheek and brung me closer to his face.

"Do m-me a f-favour and tell the m-military to go suck one." He said before pulling me in to place a kiss on my lips. In shock, my hand that was on his back raised up to the back of his head, supporting him. Then, I felt the grip on my face become lose.

"I see you're a sadist." I commented while continuing on what Rachel added.

"Not a sadist, just a person who likes dark things." She repiled and started to eat her food after she got dressed in her pajamas.

"No, you're a sadist."

"Oh, I'm a hardcore sadist." She admitted and we laughed.

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Already, at seven in the morning, I heard the other students running up and down the dorm, getting ready for classes. In fustration, I threw my pillow at the door, but it ended up hitting Rachel when she came out of the washroom.

"Well good morning to you as well." She said.

"What time is it?" I asked. "If it's earlier than ten, I'm about to punch someone."