Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Chapter 48

(OC/n)= old crush (or your crush rn can't be Mark tho ^v^)
(Bf/n)= best friend name
(P/c)= palm color

Its was about 4p.m. and you and just gotten off from work. You decided to meet your friend at an Sweets Shop in downtown L.A.. (Hey. I live in Detroit. I have no frinkin clue if there's one in Downtown L.A. or not). You weren't completely finished watching a YouTube video, so you opened it up on your way into the shop. Just then an man bumped into you.

"Oh no sorry! I wasn't looking where i was going."
"It's fine. Oh hey... Are you watching one of my vids? Cool."

You look up from your phone to see the same person on the phone.

"Sean?!"
"The one and only. Except people have told me there a rapper that's bigger than me. Big Sean or something. Then they realize....a lot of people are bigger than me."
"What are you doing here? You know...in America?"

Sean points to man inside the shop. His hair was dyed like Sean's, but it was pink. He was on his phone, his glasses next to his plate.

"I'm here with my friend, Markipoo. He said this is one of his favorite places to have lunch."
"Oh. I've never heard of him. Has he been on your channel?"
"Well he is the cause of..." He lifts up his cap to show his green hair. "This. I'm surprised you've never heard of the almighty Mark Fischbach."

"Nope. Tell him I said hi anyway. Have a nice day Sean!" He lifts up his tiny hand and you give him a big hi-five before he opens the door.

You both walk different ways through the shop, but you were still in hearing range.

"If that guy over there wasn't looking constantly i would have stuffed my face with five of these. Where in the hell have you been?" (Bf/n) as you.

You take a seat in the mediocre warmth chair, wiggling into it. Back to this bitch that had a lot to say bout me at the table... (bf/n) wus gud?

"Since somebody decided they wanted to physically meet me here and not pick me up..."
"Whatever. So...do you know him?"

Your friend pointed to Sean and Markipoo. You hoped that wasn't the pink-haired man's real name.

"Not really. He's just a famous YouTube that i watch after work. His loudness reminds me of (oc/n)."
"Ohhhh. You didn't ask for an autograph?!"
"Then id be even later than I already was!"
"Forget i said that (y/n). Lets go and get some cutie's autographs!"

You lower your voice to an enraged whisper.

"Are you crazy?!"
"You've known that since you met me!"
"Ughhhh. Okay (bf/n). Let's go."

As she drags you over to the Youtuber' s table, you notice them both seem to glance your way as Sean says something to Markipoo. Since the name Markipoo sounded too ridiculously stupid to be his real name, you called him Mark in your head. But the way he looked at you showed a sign of anger, but it was hidden behind a bright smile as you two approached the table.

"Back for more, eh?" Sean asks you. Since (Bf/n) is standing near Mark's side of the table, you look at her and catch Mark checking you out. You quickly turn back to Sean and act like you never seen anything.

"Yeah. Little miss over there dragged me over here for an autograph."

Sean's expression lights up, and he stands up.
"I didn't know you were famous! This is like...the first time I've ever been asking for another person's autograph! Are you a supermodel or something?!"

You blush and (bf/n) hits your shoulder.

"No...for you and Mark's autograph."
"Oh. Makes more sense. Got a paper?"
"I have...a napkin."

Just then somebody taps your shoulder. You figure it's
(bf/n), so you turn around quickly. Turns out...You were wrong. It was Mark.

"So you don't know me, but you want my autograph?"
"Well yeah. I mean, how would you feel if you were ignored while your friend is getting attention?"
"Pretty damn good. I haven't really had any attention in a while...if you get my gist."

You look at (bf/n) to confirm that he meant sexual attention. She shrugged and looked back at Sean.

You let out a nervous laugh and look stupidly at Mark. His reaction to is chuckle and bite the tip of his glasses that he had picked up.

"I see you and your friend here totally get my gist. Hard to find a girl with a sense of dirty humor now-a-days."
"Well uh...Yeah...um...SIGNATURES....Uh."
"Right, right. Sean, give these girls your signature please. Make it snappy."

Sean looks up and glares at Mark. Mark returns the glare, but it was like he was telepathically telling Sean something.

"How long have you lived in L.A.?"
You look about and smile. You had just graduated college and you were waiting about five months for a spot at (dream job) to hire you. You move here because you heard from (Bf/n) told you it was basically the land of enriched opportunities.

"Just graduated college. New Job, New opportunities, you know."
"Yeah, been there done that." Mark says. Just then Sean hands you a napkin with his signature it. Next to his left arm was about three other napkins, russeld up into balls. You presumed he wasn't used to writing on napkins.

As you thank Sean, Mark grabs your arm as you're about to leave the table.

"Whoa whut?" You stumble backwards into the man's lap, blushing a deep crimson color.

"Oh god. Uh...sorry?" You say standing up off him. You look at (bf/n) and she looks almost redder than your cheeks. She was holding in her laughter.

You mouth some choice words to her; somebody across the shop caught them too.

"No..no. It's my fault. What in the past is done and over with now. Anyway...I thought you wanted my autograph?"
"Oh yeah. Go ahead."

Mark takes your hand and opens it to reveal the smooth (p/c) skin. He takes the pen from Sean and all of you watch intensely.

Mark covers your hand to the point where only Sean,
(bf/n), and Mark himself can see what he is writing.

When he's done, he closes your palms and looks up at the other two. They smile simultaneously, then look at you. You were the butt of the joke. Shit.

"Look at your palm everytime somebody or something makes you feels. I can tell you miss your home. Also...if you want you can check out my channel too.......I mean....if ya wanna..."
You let out a small giggle and look at you Palm.

Don't stop walking forward. If you feel like nobody loves you, just know that in the ten minutes I've known you...I do.
If you believe me...call me.

There was a smiley face next to his number. You tear up and hug Mark.

"Thank you."
"Your far more than welcome."
"Also, my cousin from Detroit said that she hopes your enjoying that cake."

Mark looks up at the ceiling and laughs.

"I just wanted to push the button! Jackiboy over there would have smashed his keyboard clicking the button! You should know that since your his fan!"
"Tell that to my cousin!" You say.