geckogirl159

(y/n) = your name It was a rather chilly autumn evening. You were in your favorite nightwear and had settled on your two-seater couch, your back against one of its arms and your legs taking up two-thirds of both seats, wrapped in a soft blanket with your laptop resting on your legs and an empty mug, which was filled with hot cocoa half an hour ago, sitting on the cupboard behind you. A crappy week had passed, and you somewhat dreaded to go to work tomorrow. Not so much because you didn't like going to work, but because the past few days had mentally depleted you. You were watching a YouTube video Markiplier had recently uploaded. Somehow, wh