helloooo, i’m very hungover from halloweekend and i’m daydreaming about how mark would take care of his gf who has a hangover 🥲
WARNINGS: hangover, mark being the best boyfriend, kissing, mention of food, and mention of medication.
the smell of eggs and bacon has you up. your head pounded and ached as if a boxer was beating your head in.
“holy fuck,” you groan while sitting up, you could feel your head spinning. it felt like there was a thousand pounds on your head.
where’s mark? your mind questions as you look around the room. mark; your boyfriend of two years who can’t food but is the sweetest human— can’t cook. eggs. bacon. shit.
“oh, fuck.” you sigh, hopefully the smell of bacon and eggs were actually what it was and not the smell of your apartment being burnt down.
you slide out of bed and swipe the white t-shirt off the ground, you slip it over your head and hug yourself while walking out the room and into the kitchen. “ow, fuck.” mark quietly hisses under his breath when feeling the hot oil splat on his skin.
“mark?” mark whizzes around with a spatula in his hand. “hi, baby.” aw, that shocked and enlightened smile on his face. “hi, uh.. what— what are you doing?” mark looks back at the stove then at you. “i—im trying to make us food,” he turns back to the stove and shrieks.
“oh, mark.” you sigh when walking over and peeking over his shoulder. “uh, sorry. maybe we won’t be having breakfast.” he laughs and flips the burnt eggs in the trash. “should we order in?” mark looks up at you with the biggest eyes and a frown. “yeah.” he says quietly and you softly laugh.
after ordering, you and mark are sitting across from each other with coffee mugs. “i’m sorry i ruined breakfast this morning— i just wanted to help with your.. hangover.” you laugh into the cup. “i love you, mark. you’re too good for me and i appreciate you for all you do. thank you for trying.”
mark hops off the counter and walks over to you, he spreads your legs a bit and wedges himself between them. “i love you.” he whispers and presses his lips onto yours.
“also, why aren’t you wearing any undies?” you laugh and look down to see the shirt is still blocking you. “howd you know?”
“i could see it from where i was sitting earlier. whenever you kept moving your leg it peaked a bit.” you set your mug down and toss your arms around his neck. “you sound like a creep.” mark sets his coffee mug down next to yours and slides his hands over your hips.
your lips are so close to touching marks before you push him and run to the sink. you lean over and start throwing your guts out. “oh, baby.” mark rubs your back and holds your hair back into a ponytail. “that’s it, baby.” you turn the tap on and rinse your mouth.
“god, that was horrible.” you huff, heaving slowly. “you did good.” you softly laugh at marks praise. he brings his hands on your hips, again and leans forward but you lean back. “i need to brush my teeth first because, morning breath and because i just threw up.”
“aw, cmon, baby. i’ve had more terrible things in my mouth before— i literally drank expired milk.” you cringe at his sentence. “ick, that’s nasty— but, please let me brush my teeth?” your eyebrows quirk up.
mark yanks you to the bathroom and grabs your toothbrush. “okay, but you have to let me help.” he wets it and coats it in a nice amount of toothpaste. “help? i don’t need help brushing my—?”
your jaw drops and mark sticks your toothbrush in your mouth. “mwak?!” the brushing muffles you out. “mwak, i—?” the foam builds up and mark pulls out the toothbrush. “spit.” you lean forward with a soft glare.
you spit and mark grins. “we’re doing so good.” his shoulders jump up in excitement. “mark, keep sticking the toothbrush so far deep im gonna puke, again.” you warn. “but, you aren’t gagging?”
“maybe because every day and night you face fuck me with your fat co—?!” mark sticks the toothbrush in your mouth, cutting you off and making you glare. “i hat ou.” your eyebrows frown.
“nah, you love me.” he winks and you roll your eyes feeling your cheeks heat up. “bam white.” you nod and mark laughs. “spit.” you lean over the sink and spit, again.
“breakfast!” you and mark say in sync. “i’ll get it— wash your mouth.” you nod and mark leaves.
you’re gonna marry this boy. for sure.