Sunday Mornings ( Markiplier x Reader ) Oneshot

Sunday Mornings

AUTHOR NOTES:
( Anything in brackets in the story will be author notes haha xD )

Now pls enjoy this story I have...I don't even know
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Sunday mornings - Oneshot
Sunday mornings are the best.
Especially when your boyfriend is Mark.

You tend to wake up early and Mark tends to wake up late, because on Saturdays, Mark would stay up really late recording which results in him waking up later on Sunday.
So, because of that, every Sunday when you wake up, you get to watch Mark sleep.
(Cause you hardly do)
You loved to watch his sleeping form and his adorable face as he sleeps, totally unaware that you were watching him.
You liked to take this time to admire his face, his beautiful lashes, adorable hair that flopped onto his face and the stubble that would always tickle you when you kissed him.
(Not that you really minded am I right *winky face*)
Not to mention those cheeks, and you must admit, Mark had some nice biceps.
That was the usual thing that you would do every sunday before Mark woke up and pulled you in for a hug.
Though this one sunday was a bit different, you had woken up a bit later than usual, probably because you had stayed up late watching some documentary on penguins.
(Idek)
You turn and realise that Mark wasn't asleep but fully awake, glasses on and he was watching you with a rather serious look.
"Wha...Mark what's wrong?" You ask him as you sleeply rub your eyes,
"W-What, oh erm. I was just sorta...uh," Mark stutters as if he had just been broken out of a trance,
"I woke up earlier than you and I decided to watch you sleep...also you're drooling."
It took you a minute to register what Mark had just said before you wipe off the drool with your sleeve,
"Oh erm thanks."
"You're really adorable when you're asleep (y/n), especially when you're drooling." Mark smirks.
You feel your face flush as you give him a light kick.
The moment you make contact with Mark his face turns rigid and he looks like he's holding his breath.
"Mark what's wrong?" You ask, afraid that you had done something.
It was then that you realized that when you had kicked him, you had kicked something hard.
You momentarily panicked as you thought you might have kicked a bone out of place or something, before Mark gets up from the bed, excuses himself with a flushed face and rushes to the toilet.
"Oh, so I didn't kick a bone," You sigh in relief but then blush as you realized what you had actually kicked.
Oops.
;)

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AUTHOR NOTES:
( I don't even know anymore C': )