markiplier casting himself as the lead in a horror movie Not so he can soak up the fame for himself but so HE can be the one getting painfully thrown around and beat up in a little iron cage to “see if his body can handle it” is the most painfully markiplier thing to do
The Perfect Evening — Leviathan
Levi fidgeted nervously as he spread out the blankets at the outdoor theater. The stars twinkled above, and the cold air was nipping at his cheeks. He had carefully packed hot chocolate, pizza, and even your favorite snacks; he'd thought of everything to make you happy.
"Well...almost everything," he muttered under his breath.
"Almost?" you asked, tilting your head.
He scratched the back of his neck, ears turning pink. "I...I forgot the most important thing," he admitted softly. "I-I don't have your hand. I forgot to ask you if I could hold it."
Your heart skipped a beat as he shyly reached for your hand. His touch was warm, despite the chill. "I wanted everything else to be perfect," he whispered, "but really...it's you being here with me that makes tonight perfect."
Wrapped in blankets and under the sparkling sky, surrounded by pizza and hot chocolate, Levi’s shy smile told you all you needed to know. This night was yours, together.