Stay With Me (Markiplier x Reader)

Chapter 5

Your POV

Wow, that really just happened. You're almost in shock, when he leans away you still feel the heat in your cheeks. His hands still on your face, you're staring into his brown eyes that reminded you of autumn trees. His hands slowly move down to his sides, his gaze going to the ground quickly. "Sorry," he says, "it was an inpulse thing."

You didn't know how to feel, yes Markiplier, you're crush of so long, just kissed you. But on the other hand, you don't know if it really meant anything to him. He could do that to all the girls he brings back to his apartme-. A sudden, horrible realization comes to your mind. What if he just brought me here to, umm-, well you know.

Mark's POV

Her touch so soft. Our lips moved together just as two dancers doing a slow dance. I know I just met this girl, but wow. I really like her. Possibly even more.

"Sorry, it was an impulse," I tell her. That makes it sound like I didn't mean to, but I did. I look back up at her, now she's looking down at the ground. "Not impulse, I meant, I-... its just-... I wanted to-... This is all coming out wrong," I think this is the first time I'm actually embarrassed, "it's just that I really like you but we just met and I sound completely crazy right now."

Our eyes switch positions. Mine now locked on the ground and hers now on me, "Mark, you don't know how long I've liked you." She gently grabs my face in he hand and forces me to look into those clear eyes. "And you don't sound crazy right now. You did when you played I Am Bread, but not now," she smiles. Her teeth are so perfect. I laugh at her reference to that game, "I hate that game so much."

She leans her head back and puts her hands on my neck, pulling me to her level. Her lips against mine are so wonderful. I hear the fireworks again. I can feel her smile. We break away, "Mark I'm pretty tired." I looked over at the clock. It read 10:24 in big red numbers. "You can take my room," I tell her as I walk to the bathroom.

"Mark, I'm changing so don't come out until I say it's okay," she yells. I'm my mind, I have several things I'd like to say to that, but for the sake of being a gentleman I hold them in. I change into my normal pajamas I always wear, my Markiplier pajama pants and no shirt.

"Okay, I'm good," she said. I came out of the bathroom. She's sitting on the bed, when I walk out her eyes get big and her cheeks turn rosy. "What?" I ask. Then I realize what it is. She can't handle my amazing body. "Sorry," I say in a somewhat joking manner, "this is just what I always wear to bed."

"No it's fine," she says turning her head away, I don't think she realized she was staring. I sure as hell didn't mind it though. "Okay, well if you need anything I'll be on the couch," I say walking to the door. "Wait," I stop dead in my tracks, "can you stay with me?" She scoots over to one side of the bed. "Sure," I walk over and get under the covers with her.

After about ten minutes of us looking at opposite walls I can't help it anymore. I don't even know if she's still awake or not. I turn over and wrap my arm around her. I hear her exhale deeper than usual. "You awake," I whisper. "Yeah," she says back.

"(F/n), there's somethings I really need to tell you."