Me and my broken heart (Markiplier x Reader)

Chapter one - All I need's a little love in my life.

By the time you got to the airport, it was almost sunset, and you had stopped to buy a gauze bandage from the Wallgreens across the street from a bus stop at around noon. Your injured arm and hand now wrapped up tight (having made a video of it basically needing some sympathy from your 130 subscribers, or anyone in fact, you could get a bit dramatic sometimes...) You now stood in the line waiting for tickets at LAX. You had long stopped crying, but you could feel people watching you as you dragged your black and purple suitcase behind you. On days like this, you always wore black. You never knew before why you did it, but your only friend (who was actually on your boyfriend's side this time, so screw her.) had told you about what 'emo' was, and you embraced it. except for the cutting part that was, But the wearing of black to express those deep emotional moods you got in was perfect. It suited you well, and it looked really good on you. This was saying quite a bit because you were not the prettiest thing around, with a roundish face and always being just a bit too overweight for a country that prized super models as the 'standard' for beauty.

You got your ticket bound for Seattle Washington where you had been a year before. This was where you were before you and your boyfriend had gotten back together. something in you didnt trust him, but you still loved him, so of course you went back when he asked you to.

You pushed past some people waiting for the flight which would not leave for about four hours. You spotted a man with black hair with his back to you, who just happened to be sitting next to the seemingly last available seat in the whole airport. quickly you wheeled the suitcase toward the man and cleared your throat carefully and quietly, strangers always made you shy and wary.

"Excuse me, is anyone sitting there?"

The man looked up from his phone and you gasped. You could not help it. It was the LAST person you'd ever expect to run into. At first you thought you were just going mad, and studied his features for a few breathless seconds. This seemed to amuse the man, because he flashed a toothy smile. But you knew this face anywhere, there was no mistaking it. that slightly bulbous nose, those partially slanted eyes, that full mouth with straight white teeth and that fringe of perfect hair. You're heart seemed to be beating in your throat instead of your chest...

It was Markiplier.