That Gapped Tooth Girl (Markiplier x Reader or a normal story)

Chapter 1: A Hot Beverage

Your P.O.V.

I sat outside the coffee shop, seeing people walk out with hot, steaming, beverages; I haven't had one in years. I hugged my knees and leaned over them. The holes in my shirt letting wind dance over my back. It gave me chills all over my body, causing me to shake forcefully. Everyone who walked by didn't even notice me, they all were wearing coats and jackets, walking with their families. Another gust of wind hit me unexpectedly, and I had my face turned to the wind. It blew through my hair and tickled my scalp. My curls bounced with the wind and my nose felt frozen. I squinted my eyes and inhaled trough my mouth. My gap tooth let wind touch the top of my mouth, my lips were cracked and were are going to bleed soon.
The sky was getting darker, lights popping up on buildings as the sun went down. The temperature felt like it dropped ten degrees. I put my hands underneath my knees for more warmth and rocked myself slowly. I could feel my cheeks and eyes get hot, my vision got blurry, and I closed my eyes tight. I wiped my eyes with my warm hand from under my leg and sniffed. When will this just end? When will I make it end?
I put my head down in my knees and listened, I heard footsteps pounding against the concrete. They got louder and louder until they stopped.
I looked up, there was a man standing in front of me with his hand out. His eyes were soft and his face looked amiable. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. I put my other hand out to balance myself.
"Here, let me get you a coffee." His voice was deep and smooth.
I nodded shyly, slowly walking with him into the warm coffee shop.
The hot air hit me like a ton of bricks, the aroma of vanilla and freshly baked bread filled my nose. The tables were high off the ground, metal, and shiny. We arrived at the counter and he asked me with a smile "What would you like, you can have anything." 
"Uh, could I get a, uh." I stuttered. "What do you get?" I whispered to the man.
"I'll order for you," He whispered back. "Can I get, a regular vanilla coffee please?" The man asked.
"Would you like whipped cream?" The man over the counter asked blankly.
The man look at me and I nodded rapidly.
"Oh, yes please!" He added humorously.
I smiled showing my gap tooth, the man looked at my gap tooth and slightly smirked. The man over the counter had left and turned a machine on.
"So, what's your name?" The man asked, putting his elbow on the metal counter and his fist on the side of his head.
I chuckled quietly and replied "It's (y/n)"
"Well, hi there (y/n), my names Mark." He said enthusiastically.
I put my hand up to my mouth and laughed quietly.
"I haven't laughed like this in years." I told Mark.
"Well, I'm glad I can make another person in this world happy." Mark said with s smile, putting his hand on his chest.
The counter man came back with the hot coffee and placed on the counter.
"That will be four seventy five." He informed us.
Mark pulled out his wallet and gave the money to the man.
"Thank you, come again." The counter man walked away with a grim face.
We both walked a metal table, and sat, my cold hands gripping the hot coffee cup; I inhaled the steam and smiled. Before I took a sip I told him "Thank you, so much, you don't understand how long I've been out there."
I took the straw and used it as a make shift spoon, scooping up some whipped cream.
"No problem. What do you mean, how long I've been out there?" Mark questioned.
I took took a quick sip and answered "I've been out there for two and a half weeks."
He paused and then asked with a worried tone"Do you have somewhere to stay?"
"Uh, no." I slowly say, taking a long sip.
"Do you want to say with me?" Mark said very quickly.
I put my coffee on the table, wiping the whipped cream off the top of my lip.
"Really? Can I? I-I-I don't have anywhere else to go, will you seriously let me stay?" I ask, stuttering.
"Yeah," He replied in a high-pitched voice. For a person with a very low voice, he could go higher than me. "Why not?" He  finished with a smile.
"Really?! Thank you!" I almost screamed. I Couldn't stop smiling, and my feet couldn't stop tapping the chair. I drank the coffee a little too fast, and gave myself a little stomach ache. But that wouldn't put me in a bad mood, nothing would! I walked out of the coffee shop with Mark, entering the cruel outside.
"I'll try to get you home soon, it's really cold." Mark explains.
I walked close by him, he made me feel, protected and cared for. Even for the few minutes I've know him, he's an amazing person, trying to make a world a better place.

We arrived at his apartment, it was warm inside, just like in the coffee shop.
"Do you need to take a shower?"Mark asked me turning to face me.
"Yeah." You reply inhaling sharply.
"Here, there's one in the guest bathroom. And be careful, there could be a buttstaber!" He joked with a lisp. I laughed out loud and smiled a big smile. He showed me the guest room, a double bed and blankets plus pillows! This is luxury! The guest bathroom was just next door. He showed me how to turn the shower on/off, and how to make it hotter or colder.
"Oh, let me get a towel." Mark pointed out, running out of the room. I stood there, looking around the room; it was amazing that technology has come this far.
Mark came running back in the room with a white towel in his right hand.
"Thank you." I smile.
"Done worry about, and do you need a tooth brush?" He asked me.
"Oh, yeah!" I almost yell.
Mark opens the cabinet under the sink and pulls out a pink tooth brush with mint toothpaste.
"Thank you so much, Mark." You say sincerely.
"Really, don't worry about it. And if you need anything, just knock." He smiled and left the room to give me privacy.
I took off my torn clothes and threw them on the floor. The shower water pounded on the acrylic tub, making one of the loudest sounds I've heard in a while.
I pulled back the curtains and stepped in the shower. The shower head had a reflective surface and I could see myself. I turned my back to the shower head and let the hot water rush down my hair and back. I closed my eyes and let the steam envelope me. I took my hands and pushed my hair back, letting more water wash over my face.
I opened my eyes and saw the shampoo bottle, it was full when I picked it up, did he just move here? I squirt a quarter size amount onto my hand and rubbed throughout my hair. I used my fingers to make suds and bubbles, this shampoo smelled amazing.
I step back into the water stream, the soap suds rushing down my back and legs, making the shower floor slippery. I scratched my head until all the soap was gone, my hair felt dry and stripped of the natural oils. I grabbed another bottle, conditioner, and gave myself about a quarter size amount. Rubbed that into my hair and waited. A bar of soap was neatly laid on a little overhang, that also smelled amazing. I rubbed the soap between my hands and made bubbles. I smiled and blew some off my hands, laughing. I rubbed the rest of the soap all over me and washed it off. The shower was filled with the amazing sent of the soap as I washed it off. It was over soon after I started to wash my conditioner out.
I stood there, enjoying the hot water run down me, the dirt on me washed away down the drain; I wish my past could do the same.
I turned the shower off and everything went quiet, the sound of pounding water was gone. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around me as quickly as possible. The hot water created a layer of steam on the mirror, I have an idea. I walked over to the mirror and wrote "Thanks Mark" but, the message slowly faded away as the room got colder.
I dried myself off, wringing my hair out with the towel, and patted myself dry. The clothes I was wearing were still on the floor, I picked up the shirt and underwear and put them on. Before I left, I brushed my teeth for s long time, flossed and mouth-washed. Then I excited the room, hitting the light switch on the way out. I threw my pants on the bed and left the room, the carpet under my feet was soft and inviting.
I walked over to Marks room and knocked on his door, it opened to the touch.
"Hey Mark?" You ask just peaking in so your head with visible.
He looked up from his phone and his eyes met yours "Yeah?"
"Uh, I just wanted to say thanks, again. For the coffee and the shower and everything." I thank.
"It's no problem, seriously." Mark said with a smile at the end.
"Well, I'm goin' to bed. Good night." You tell him.
"Good night, don't let the night blights bite!" He jokes.
You laugh, pretending you know what that means, and close the door behind you.
The door creaks open and the bed was perfectly made, I fell kind of bad for having to ruin such a perfectly looking bed; but Mark said it was fine. You shut the light off and climb into bed, the springs making a loud noise. The comforter was heavy on top of me, but it kept me warm throughout  the night. My legs felt bare, but covered at the same time, guess I'm not used to having no pants on.
I close my eyes, my head sinking into the pillow, the silence filled my head and I could feel myself drifting away. My body felt light and my mind was in the clouds. Sleep.