A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)

Chapter 24

You had been in Paris for only a day. You spent the day with each other, going sightseeing and moving through tour to tour.

The day after that, his real surprise was coming close. He left the hotel room for a couple of hours. He said he was setting something up. He then called you. You answered quickly, "Yes? Are you ready?"

"Yes. (F/n), I need you to follow the pedals outside the door," he said, hanging up.

The pedals? You opened the door and saw rose petals in a row, leading down to the lobby. You followed them like he said. When the pedals ended you saw a note on the sidewalk outside. The note read:

Wave down a taxi cab and tell him to go to the address on the back of this note. DO NOT READ THE ADDRESS OR YOU'LL RUIN IT! Once he lets you out, follow the pedals and there, you'll find me.

You were tempted to look at the address, but you didn't want to ruin the surprise so you waved down a taxi and handed the paper. He began driving and you looked around the city. It was so beautiful.

When you got to there, you stepped out after paying him. You saw the pedals again, so you followed them. You saw the Eiffel Tower in the distance and began to get excited.

You walked for about 5 minutes, making your towards the tower. That's when you saw Mark. Mark was dressed in a black tuxedo, with a pink bow tie shaped like a mustache like Wilford Warfstache had. You stood there in shock. He looked more handsome than anyone in the entire world. It was as if all beauty revolved around that moment.

You ran towards him and gave him a hug. He kissed your forehead. "(F/n), I..." he began to tear up, "I don't know what I'd do without you. I want you to be mine for as long as possible. I love you like I have loved no other." He looked into your eyes. He stopped talking and told you with his eyes how he really felt about you. He told you with his brown eyes that he loved you, that you were his everything, that he didn't have to think of kittens anymore because he had you to think of, that he would always want you to paint him like one your french girls.

He held out a rose, bending down on one knee. You took it, tears streaming down your face. He beamed and his eyes twinkled. You realized that he was getting the idea from your painting. He knew the Eiffel Tower painting was your favorite. He even put rose petals everywhere.

He took out a small box and you covered your face. He opened it, revealing a princess cut diamond ring. It twinkled in the sunlight.

"(F/n) (L/n), would you do me the honor of becoming my Mrs. Fischbach?"

You nodded your head, crying with tears of joy. He also had tears in his eyes. He slipped the ring onto your finger and kissed your hand.