The Mandela Catalogue || Oneshots!

† Mark x Reader †

*Requested* This is a little bit short, but Mark's a neat fella <3

Notes-

† Gender neutral reader <3

† People have been wanting me to write for Mark so why not give'em a big smooch >:)

† Mark needs more appreciation and you can't change my mind!

Mark Heathcliff, what many things do you have to say about him. Out of all the years you've lived, you never thought of yourself as the type to be so giddy when you see that one person. Oh boy, did this bear prove you wrong. Ever since the day he lended you his soft gray hoodie when it was a tad too cold out during sunset, you've fallen deeper and deeper into the warm fuzzy feeling of love. His hoodie smelled of fresh pine and air, you could never get enough of it.

You loved to indulge yourself in his world, and he certainly loved the way your eyes sparkled when met with a fact you never knew about him. You never knew he was a guy for peaceful mornings and smooches, but when you found out you were bound to set down the table.

It was a fine Sunday morning. The window and shades were cracked open just a bit so they could let in cold during your late cuddle session. You softly gathered yourself from bed as you looked out the window, trees gently swaying as the rising sun gave the landscape a peaceful palette. You looked back at your boyfriend, fast asleep with his arms drawn above his head in a crossing motion. The calming light put you at ease as you made your way back to the spot of which you lay. Mark looked divine and so at ease, this was one of the first times that you've seen him so relaxed.

You felt sorry for him at the fact he's off-put most of the time, that's one thing you can't wrap your head around. Mark never really liked talking about his paranoia, but he always tells you that you take him out of episodes. For that, he holds trust in you. He trusts you whenever he cries, whenever he feels cold, he's held himself up for you and you help him stay up.
Mark shifts his head a little as he gently opens his eyes, adjusting to the morning sun. You decide to sit up and lean over him, hesitating before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. If he wasn't awake before, he sure was now.
"'Bug, what are you-" Mark shifts up before looking into your eyes, a soft smile forming on his lips before letting out a tiny 'awe.'

You lay yourself down as you rest your head on his lap. You raised one of your hands and Mark immediately held it in one of his own. Soft fingers intertwining as you felt the slight morning breeze hit you. Mark let out a contempt sigh as he eased into the bed and backboard.
"Y'know, I could stay like this forever...I don't think I wanna see what the rest of the day has to offer." Mark preached as he let a bit of morning-voice soothe it. You felt your face heat up as you looked up at him, his equally as flushed as yours. 

"I love you, y'know that?" The boy smoothly said as he slightly rubbed his eyes. "Why wouldn't you love me? If I loved you and you didn't love me back, that would be a waste." You coyly responded as Mark ran a hand through your hair. "I'm just saying...I could never ever express how thankful I am for you." He rested his eyes as he listened to the birds chirp and coo. With that, he seemingly drifted off back to sleep. You moved up slightly, still holding his hand as you pressed another kiss to his cheek,

"I love you more than I could ever express, too..."