A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)

Chapter 15

The next morning, you found yourself alone in your bed. You couldn't help but feel completely and overly in love.

Mark stepped in, closing the door behind him. He saw you were awake and looked at you with a smile, "Hello, sleepyhead."

You felt happy when you looked at him. You then remembered last night. "Did we really do that last night?"

"Yeah, I really got to taste the rainbow," he smirked. You stood up, punching playfully on the arm, "You're making it less romantic."

He only grinned. You noticed you looked awful with all the paint still covering you. You had clothes on which was a relief. Mark must have already taken a shower. You told him you had to take a shower. You walked to the bathroom, looking in the mirror, your face was a mess, your hair was like a tornado of tangles.

You stripped off all of your clothes, stepping into the shower. Began to wash your body of all the paint. The shower you took was almost an hour long because of how hard it was to get it all off.

You grabbed a towel and dried your hair off and then wrapped it around yourself. You went back out into your bedroom, getting dressed. You wore a shirt that Mark gave you that had an M on it with a pink mustache on it. You put on black leggings and soft brown boots.

When you walked downstairs Mark had made you breakfast. He had made scrambled eggs and toast. He looked at you with loving eyes, handing you the plate.

You both ate, talking about what you should do today. You had the day off today. Mark suggested that you go to his apartment and play games, "I could teach you."

You accepted the offer excitedly, you didn't have many games a kid so you were happy you could learn how to play.

He drove you to his apartment complex and lead you to his apartment. He unlocked it and let you go in first.

You looked around. It was actually a pretty nice apartment. Your favorite thing about it was his spiral staircase. I mean, it had carpet on it, and it was spiral, how could that not be cool?

"This way, my lady," he said, leading you to his recording room, "What game would you want to play?"

You looked at all the games he had, "What about Octodad? I'd like to learn to play it."

He shuddered, and you giggled. "Okay, (f/n), I'll teach you, you just better hope I don't get angry," he told you.

"Mark, it's adorable when you get angry at a game...and funny," you smiled at him. He blushed slightly. He sat down at his computer and he patted his leg for you to sit down on it. You did. He moved his rolley chair towards the computer and showed you the basics of it.

You both sat there, narrating everything you did. You got to the part where you had to get the soda from the top of Soda City in the grocery store.

"Get up there! Just move you leg! Jesus," you yelled at the screen. You could hear Mark laughing. "Goooooo! Oh my gosh, I don't know you played this, Mark, it makes me want to punch a hole through the computer," you shook your head in anger.

"Here, let me help you," he took over and tried to get up to the bottle, but then after a few minutes he reared back and grunted loudly in frustration.

After a second, you both laughed so hard you couldn't sit up straight and you both leaned back against the chair, laughing. "Think of the kittens, Mark," you told him, smiling.

He looked into your eyes, "(f/n), kittens don't calm me down anymore. You do," he said with a soft voice.

He leaned in and tenderly kissed you on the lips, then pulled back and caresses your cheek, "you're just so beautiful, (f/n)."