Markiplier Imagines

14. You're Sick

"Don't worry. Mark Fischbach never gets sick."

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You woke up with a sore throat. You didn't think anything of it. You got up to brush your teeth, but when you sat up your head was spinning.

You groaned as you laid back down.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" Mark whispered in your ear.

"I'm not feeling so hot..." You groaned again.

"Oh stop. You're smoking." Mark said.

You rolled your eyes. "Not like that. I think I'm sick and-" You coughed a couple of times.

"Say no more." Mark said. He got up and ran out of the bedroom.

He came back with a bowl of soup, a box of tissues, and a rose in his mouth.

"The best way to cure any sickness, is chicken noodle soup, a good cartoon, and some Markimoo lovin." He winked.

"Oh thank you. You're the best!" You kiss his cheek.

"Wait, I don't want to get you sick!" You yelp.

"Don't worry. Mark Fischbach never gets sick." He purred into your ear.

Mark turned on Tom And Jerry, your favorite childhood cartoon. (Or change it up idk.)

He fed you soup until the whole bowl was empty. He snuggled with you.

"Thank you Mark so much, but you don't have to stay with me. Go make a video! I'll be fine." You insist.

"No. My fans will just have to wait. My lovely is sick, and I will not rest until she gets better." Mark said kissing your temple.

"I love you." You say.

He kissed your lips. Then, all of a sudden, you felt your headache drift away.

He could tell that you were shocked.

"That's the Markimoo charm." He winked.

You giggled and nestled your head into his chest.

Sorry this was short.