Realism Mode *Enabled* {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Twenty-Six

You stirred, gradually coming out of the blackness that was sleep. Opening your eyes, you had to blink them a few times to clear them. The first thing you saw was a strong arm wrapped around your middle pulling you up against that person's chest, the first thing you heard was the person's steady heartbeat, the first thing you smelt was the person's cologneーa manly scent you found yourself inhaling deeply to intakeーthe first thing you tasted was your own salivaーwhich you proceeded to swallowーand the first thing you felt was the warmth radiating off of Mark's sleeping figure.

You wanted to head back to sleep, the drowsiness still there since no sudden movement or noise woke you up, but you kept your eyes open. You shifted your body a little bit and you noticed his grip was loose, allowing you to leave if you wanted, but you weren't sure if you were up for that. Scratch that, you knew you didn't want to get up.

So trying to keep your movements to a minimum, you got into a better position. Your upper body was on his torso while your legs and hips rested in between his legs. His legs were like a protective barrier between you and the back of the couch as well as the floor. Right now your hands were folded, as you didn't know where to put them, but after a minute you moved your right hand under your head and rested your arm on top of his.

His head moved and you tilted your head so you were looking up at him, not seeing much besides his chin and start of a beard. You fought the urge to touch the little hairs, scolding yourself for being such a strange person after waking up in your boyfriend's arms.

Mark, haven just woken up, looked down to peer at you. The little hairs brushed against your forehead and your urge to feel them dissipatedーthat kinda tickled, oddly enough. He wasn't too shocked to see you awake, as your shifting started to pull him from slumber. He smiled and you offered enough of one for it to count as a grin.

"Morning," his raspy voice said. Morning? You glanced out the window to see he was in fact correct. The sun was shining through the clouds, lighting the pavement and blinding you for a second. You missed supper.

"Good morning," you responded when you turned back to him. He pulled you closer and you happily obliged, snuggling into him.

"You two should kiss!" Shayne's voice shouted down to you two. You sent him a look that he could barely see past Mark's body.

"Morning breath, Shayne," you reminded him.

"If you love him that shouldn't matter," he sassed.

"Do you use that excuse every time you try to kiss your girlfriend in the morning? It's no wonder they don't stay too long," you felt Mark try to stifle a laugh at your comment. Shayne scoffed and crossed his arms, but before he could make any snarky remark, your phone rang. Mark's grip loosened so you could pull it off the coffee table and see who was calling. Your parents.

"Excuse me," you whispered to Mark and he released you so you could walk into the kitchen to talk to them. You hit answer and held it to your ear. "Hello."

"(Y/N), we have some good news," your mother said. Based off the noises in the background, you'd guess she was in a car. "We're visiting!" You held back a gasp as you started pacing nervously.

"When exactly?"

"We're heading over right now. You still live in the same apartment as all those years ago when we came to visit?" You were tempted to lie, but you knew you'd get beaten up for that later when they went to the wrong place and called again.

"Yes madame," you held back letting out a large breath of air. You were so screwed.

"We'll be staying in a hotel near you, but we'll visit as soon as we can."