A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)

Chapter 12

Tingles had went up your spine as you kissed. He put his hand on your back as he deepened the kiss, his lips still soft and warm.

He pulled back after a second. His cheeks were dark with blush, and your cheeks weren't too pale either. He smiled the sweetest, goofy smile he could. You gave him a crooked smile back.

"Are you any better now? Because if so, I would like to take you to a very secret location," he grinned. You nodded, though you were kind of down still, and your body ached.

"Sure, I'm up for anything that's a distraction," you told him.

"Great! Okay, well I'm gonna need you to get in my van..."

You giggled at that, "Oh you need me to get in your van now, Mark?"

"Yes," he laughed. You both got in his vehicle, him in the driver's seat and you in the passenger's.

After a while of driving, you got to a big building. It looked like a big church building. It had banisters hanging from the sides and it had giant marble columns. You didn't know where you were to be honest.

He opened the door for you, and you hopped out, "Mark, you're such a gentleman," you gave him a wholehearted grin. That's when you saw the sign behind him. Then you covered your mouth with your hands. It was an art museum. Somehow he knew exactly how to make you feel better.

He held out his hand and you took it, letting him lead you into the museum. You looked around at all the different works. One work specifically caught your eye. It was an abstract piece of art by a German man. You couldn't quite pronounce his name. It had many shapes in it and you were trying to figure it out. What you saw in your eyes was a hill. The hill had 6 or 7 crosses dug in the top of it. Surrounding it was ghostly figures, or maybe grass. Maybe both. You couldn't decide. You stared at it in awe.

You felt Mark watching you admire it. "You must really like what you do, (f/n)," he said.

"It is a way of expressing myself. It is a way to give off your anger or to let your tears drop onto the surface of the canvas and create a sea of images. Art means a lot to me."

Mark nodded slightly, "I can tell. I guess it's like me being a gamer, and you being an artist. We're passionate about what we do." He looked at you with eyes of passion. "Also, it's kinda like how Slenderman was obsessed with people reading from his secret diary in the woods. He always expressed himself by doing that," he began to laugh, "he doesn't like people reading it, yet he just leaves it around for people to pick up."

"Mark, your comparisons are just great," you smiled.

You both made your way through the whole museum, he would listen to your interpretations of the work and then he'd say his, which were mostly funny.

When it was all said and done, you both got back in the car.

"Mark... thank you," you said.

"Anything for you, (f/n). Anything for another one of these," he responded as he moved closer and brushed his lips up against yours. This time you were the one to kiss him. You kissed him with the passion you put into your art. Both of you smiled while you kissed, it was hard not to. It was just too nice of a kiss not to smile. He caressed your cheek with his hand, which made you melt. He was the temperature and you were metal melting in his hands. When the kiss finally broke, he said, "Did I really say 'paint me like one of your french girls' when you drew me?" You nodded, your eyes looking into his and then back down at his lips.