Together Again (Septiplier, Markiplier X Reader, Sequel To Gone)

Breakfast In Bed

Y/n = your name

Your POV

You yawned and stretched out your arms. Seeing you weren't wearing pants but just a baggy sweatshirt you slipped on some shorts. You tied your hair up into a bun .

You collected your stuff and walked into the bathroom and did your makeup which was light. You brushed your teeth and let down your hair. It looked messy so you combed through it.

' I should make breakfast for Mark and I' You thought.

You walked out of the bathroom and threw your things onto the bed. Making sure to grab your phone first, you walked to the kitchen and made sure you had ingredients. Now, you remembered you could barely microwave food. You grabbed your grandmas old cookbook off the top of the dusty fridge, standing on a wobbly chair to reach it.

"Hmm.. Something easy." You thought aloud, not wanting to wind up making toast.

The easiest thing there ended up being was french toast. You had no clue how to make it.

"Bread... Cinnamon...Nutmeg...Eggs...Milk...Sugar..Butter... Maple syrup... Aaand Vanilla extract." You read the ingredients off as you collected them.

"Now to actually start baking..." You sighed and read off the first step. You got out a small red bowl and threw in the cinnamon, nutmeg, and sugar. It took you a while, but you got the stove on and set a pan on it. You cut a piece of butter off and stuck it on the pan.

"Good, now melt..." You waited while tapping your foot.

"I think this is wrong.." You saw the butter had left about an inch of melted butter filling the pan. You dumped it out in the sink and put a way smaller piece in. This time it coated the pan perfectly.

You grabbed a pie pan and dumped the red bowl in it. Then you added the eggs, milk, and vanilla extract. You whisked it for a bit until it looked good.

"Okay time for the hard part..." You sighed and opened up the loaf of bread. You grabbed a piece out and dipped it into the pie pan. You flipped it over so both sides had the mixture coating it. Carefully setting it down onto the pan, you finally sighed.

"This wasn't so hard." You said as you went to flip it. Then you saw the side you had been cooking was completely black. You groaned and tossed it into the garbage. You grabbed a new piece and coated it and set it into the pan. This time when you flipped it you cheered to see it was a golden brown.

After having tossed four or so bad pieces, you had six pieces of toast and were ready to show Mark. You topped them with Maple Syrup and a bit of powdered sugar. Then you cleaned the dishes and left the pan with soapy water for it to soak.

You smiled, you were very proud of yourself. Piling the toast onto a tray and adding a glass of orange juice you walked to Mark's room. He was still asleep so you walked in. You blushed a bit to see he was shirtless with just shorts on. His abs were showing and he looked adorable. You shook him softly and his eyes opened.

"I made you breakfast." You smiled down at him. Instead of a happy response he stood up and glared at you.

"Get the fuck out of my room." He growled.

"But Mark, I made you so-" He came closer to you and you backed up, pressed against the wall with the tray in front of you.

Mark slapped the tray out of your hand and the food went flying. The glass shattered and the juice splattered up onto the wall, and all over the floor.

"I said leave." He put his arms up against the wall, you were trapped in them.

"I will okay? Just move your arms." You pushed at them but he didn't budge.

He balled up his fist and swung at your head. You quickly ducked and ran to the door, escaping out of his arms. You looked behind to see a hole in the wall. 'Shit he is strong' You thought to yourself.

You quickly ran out the door and into your room where you collapsed and curled into a ball on the bed.

Thank you guys so much for 60 reads. I'm gonna write a few more chapters right now. Maybe only one. Just saying. Comment if you have feedback.