My eyes fluttered open—rubbing them, I smiled, feeling an arm around my waist. I loved this, I loved it when Mark would cuddle with me and sleep with me. I could stay like this forever. But I wasn't going to, sadly. The urge to get a late 3:00 AM snack had taken over.
I gently took his arm off of me and quietly got out of bed, tiptoeing over to the door and putting my hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly to not make too much noise—I continue to tiptoe my way to the kitchen.
I open the fridge, scanning everything I see—I frown. Nothing catching my eye, so I look in the freezer. I smile widely, seeing the all mighty one and only ice cream. The perfect 3:00 AM snack. I grab the ice cream, putting it on the counter and closing the freezer. I take the lid off, smiling as you open the dishwasher for a clean spoon.
I grab the biggest spoon because go big or go home, right? No? Okay. I stick the spoon in the ice cream—well, I try to anyway. It's frozen. As I continue to try and get a least a little bit of ice cream, I suddenly hear something. Mark wasn't sleeping, was he?
"(Y/N)." Mark spoke, "What are you doing?" he asked. I looked at him,
"Hi...Mark." I smiled. He tilted his head, walking over to me. "You're not having ice cream, are you? At this late?" I nod slowly as I go to put the spoon in my mouth, I had finally gotten a piece. Mark took the spoon from me. "Mark!" I frown, "You shouldn't be eating this, (Y/N)."
"But it's good." I smile, "And bad for you." Mark said. My smile faded.
"If you're going to have a late night snack, it should be something healthy." He said, I rolled my eyes. "I didn't wake up for a lecture."
Marl smiled softly, I blushed. His smile was beautiful, I swear I could look at this man for hours. Mark put the spoon in the sink, then putting the ice cream back.
"If you are still hungry, I can find you a healthier snack than ice cream."
I shook my head, "Back to bed we go, then." he said softly—kissing me softly then grabbing my hand to lead me back to the bedroom.
He opened the door, I ran over and jumped back into bed. Mark closed the door—following me over to the bed afterwards, laying down next to me and tucking me in. I laid down on my side, facing him and shoving my face into his chest, he put his arm around me—his hand on my back as he began rubbing my back slowly.
"Can I have ice cream when I wake up?" I ask, Mark chuckled softly. "No."
Hello. Author Chan here. This is just a sample of a new book coming out. Yup! You guessed it, Markiplier imagines. If you loved the stories in this magical book, then you'll love these even more.
The book it's self has not been posted yet. Chapter are still filling it so that it's updated constantly. It will be posted sometime soon. Maybe in two weeks.
Luckily, this is great news for you. Head over to the Read This First book, go to the Markiplier section, and submit requests in the imagines tab. This will help me add more to the book, causing it to be posted faster.
As of now, this is all the news I have. I must return to writing. See you soon! 💕🖖
