Bath Bubbles- Markiplier X Reader

Bath Bubbles
Mark X Reader



  I let the bath water run, making sure it was almost hot before adding a dash of liquid soap to it. The instant foaming of bubbles and the scent of winter spice filled the steamy air, inhaling it as I sat on the edge. I put everything aside, in reachable distance, and made sure to start adding cold water to temperate the hot. It made the room feel incredibly nice.

“Mark it’s getting ready!” I shouted, but I didn’t get a response, which made me bit my lip. Ever since Mark had this ‘little accident’ with a stone staircase, he had been stuck around the house lately, his cast preventing him from moving most of the time. He sat around, playing games for his fans, or doing mundane things to waste time, but I could see he was eating himself up in boredom, even resorting to prank calling Wade during the night.

  Because of this, I had been spending more time over here, fighting his objections and taking care of him. For once, he didn’t complain about my fussing, much to my relief because I really do worry about him. Sometimes he gets so lost in his videos that he looses track of time, and he constantly misses out on sleeping. With my scheduling, everything has been falling into place, and there was just one problem now…

“Mark…” I had made my way back into the living room, tapping my foot at him as he sat down by his computer. One glance up and he actually tried to feign ignorance to the situation.

“What?”


    I just stood there, locking eyes with him.



“No.”


   Still standing.



“Woman, I do not need a bath.”

“Yes you do!” Digging my hands into my hips, I glared aggressively at the Youtuber. “The doctor said that while you can’t get your cast wet, it is perfectly fine to get into a tub.”

“But I don’t wanna…..” He whined, swirling in his chair lazily. I grabbed the top, smiling softly down into those sweet dark eyes as I played with his hair. It sure was getting long now, but it made him look handsomer. Rugged even, with that small beard he was growing.

“Look, if you get in without another complaint, I will make you a special dessert to go with dinner. Compromise?”

  To say he loved my cooking would be an understatement, (thank you Bobby Flay!) and he especially loved how I handled treats, so he grinned excitedly before giving in and heading to the bathroom. I fist pumped to myself before going into the kitchen to find my cookbook.

  When I looked at the oven, to check on the lasagna, I heard a rather loud thump and cry of pain come from the bathroom. Panicked, I nearly tripped over the rug running to the door, yanking it open….

To find Mark half out of the tub, foam and water splashing as he cradled his elbow. I could see the bruise forming, which made me completely ignore the fact that he was naked as I got over to his side, gently taking his arm as he blushed and sputtered cutely.

“R-really ______, I’m fine, I just hit it when I slidd in, that’s all-owwwwowowowoww!!” He flinched when I tenderly felt around it, testing the bone. Whew, everything was fine.

“Maaaaarrrrrrrkkkkkkkkk. You never want to make my job easy, do you?” I went out to get ice before coming back and settling beside the tub, holding the wrapped package to his wound. By now, he had gotten in to the tub fully, his casted leg hanging out on the side safely. I proceeded to massage his arm, getting the focus of the pain to somewhere else.

  He sighed softly from it, enjoying the way it eased his stiffened muscles. I noticed this, slowly moving up and working to his shoulders, which melted in relaxation under my palms. I dug my thumbs into his neck, getting the tensest of areas before feeling him practically fall apart in my hands.

“______, please don’t stop.”

  I laughed, kissing his forehead gently. “I never intended to. Now does this mean you  won’t fight me on baths again?”