A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)

Chapter 28

Your honeymoon was taking a cruise out to Hawaii. You loved the thought of going there, and also because that's where Mark was born. You both had packed bathing suits, shorts, and t shirts mostly, besides underwear.

You were on the boat now, holding hands with Mark, looking up at the setting sun. He pulled you into him by your waist, looking at you rather than looking at the sun. "(F/n), I hope you'll always be happy with me. I know I'm not perfect and I can be stupid sometimes and maybe I'm clingy, I don't know I can't really tell if I am or not," he began rambling and you cut him off by kissing his lips. You pulled back, looking up at him. "What are you talking about, Mark? You're perfect."

You got on the main island the next day. You each got off the boat with your luggage and made for the hotel. Everything around you was so beautiful. There were Palm trees everywhere along with gorgeous flowers. The hotel was really pretty too. When you got up to your honeymoon suite and opened the door you saw a living room and kitchen in one. You put down your luggage and you both looked around the suite. The bedroom had a huge heart shaped bed with flower petals on it and unlit candles.

You turned your eyes to Mark. "Yesterday, was the best day of my life. You know that right?" You said to him. He put a goofy grin on his face and hugged you, "What do you say we go down to the beach? We should swim and hope no sharks will come and eat us."

You giggled and accepted his suggestion. You both got into your bathing suits. He smiled at you when he saw you were wearing a bikini. "You and your beautiful body," he said, he didn't have a perverted look on his face when he said it either. It was out of pure love.

"I bet I can beat you to the beach, Mark," you challenged him. He quickly responded to the challenge, "Oh yeah? We'll go on the count of 3. 1--"

"2,3!" You laughed and was already running. It was payback for the paint splattering. He ran after you laughing. You thought he would have beat you but you somehow got to the beach and you bent over, out of breath.

Mark came out after you, breathing hard. He fell to his knees and fake cried, "I just got beat by my wife," he whined. You laughed, liking the sound of him saying "my wife". You laughed.

You helped him back up and then walked down to the beach together, hand in hand, slipping in the waves.