That morning, you both went back to your place after dancing. You both weren't very tired. You decided you'd go to bed anyways. You both laid in your pajamas under the covers, talking.
"Well, what if Slenderman doesn't mean to kill everybody he meets, he just want to be their friends, but he gets over excited and sucks their souls up by accident?" You ask.
"Yeah, but it's obvious he plans for them to run into him so that he can take their soul because he wants it," Mark responds.
You just shake your head, flashing him a smile in the dark. Hair falls in front of your face and he moves it away, smiling. You lean forward and kiss his flaming lips. With every kiss you become sleepier. You pull away and bury your face into his chest, "Mark, tell me a story."
"Okay, (f/n). Well, one time, there was a man walking through the park. He was on his way to his car, but something caught his eye. It wasn't a something though, it was a someone. He walked up to a young woman with (color) hair and (color) eyes. She was, well, she was beautiful. They talked about how she owned a store to sell art, then she gave him the drawing she was working on of a butterfly. I'm sorry I'm not good at telling this story," he said, sounding like he was gonna stop.
"No, tell more, please," you pleaded.
He continued, "The man was fascinated by the girl. He didn't know it but he loved her more than anything in the world. The two people fell in love slowly, like how the earth turns constantly, their love was constant. It couldn't be controlled. They painted each other's body and made many different colors together, they placed their hands on each other as if they never could again. They even danced until it was 5 am. Then they laid together, talking about Slenderman, wondering if he really meant to be mean. But finally, they both became to tired to stay awake. He kissed her on the head," he said as he kissed your forehead, making you smile sleepily, "And said 3 words. I love you," he closed his eyes and laid his head on yours.
You drifted off to the sound of his beating heart.
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A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)
أدب الهواةYou moved to LA when you turned 22 to sell your art. You're in an abusive relationship, but you don't know it yet. What will happen when you meet Markiplier? You've never seen his videos before. But maybe he'll make a difference in your life. @quazy...
