More than Friends Markiplier x Reader

3

I groan and reach over to turn my phone alarm off. I go to get dressed and eat breakfast. Bella follows me into the kitchen, and trots over to the door. I sigh.
"Now, Bella? Seriously?"
She barks and scratches at the door. I put on my slippers and jacket and grumble, "not even dressed yet. I have to live on the third floor."

Once I get outside I notice I don't even need my jacket at six in the morning. Even in June in Colorado it wouldn't warm up until seven. I take Bella back in and out myself a bowl of cereal and make myself coffee. Living right in the center of LA should be amazing. Coming from Denver, I miss the city. But one element I loved was how even though it was urban, nature was always present. I'm glad the mountains followed me into California. Bella sighs and lays down on my armchair. I need an ikea trip, I'm still using all of my crappy curbside college furniture. Suddenly, a smile etches across my lips. I pick up my phone to text Mark.
Okay Y is your initial, and (Y/A/M/S/N) is your and Mark's ship name, mkay? Also, writers block is finally gone! I'm sticking to my schedule, which I'll update in the next note. Love you all!
Y: Hey, you awake?
M: *yawns* now I am. Lol what's up?
Y: I desperately need new furniture, want to come to ikea with me?
M: Yeah I'd love to help. When?"
Y: Noon, I'm thinking. After you post. I can vlog it for my channel, it'll be great.
M: Oh we're going furniture shopping on YouTube? You're just fueling (Y/A/M/S/N).
Y: Shut up. What was with Bob and Jack?
M: They're just teasing, okay? So am I ;)
Y: Yeah right :3 see you there
I shut off my phone and Bella groans a bit.
"Not you too, silly girl," I say, scratching her ears. Later I go to get dressed, and I pick my Markiplier t-shirt, black with the red 'm' and his name. I put a blue checkered button down over it with a beanie and dark blue jeans. I curl my hair and put on just a dab of makeup, some concealer and a skin toned lipstick. I put on my high tops and head out.
Y: Meet me there, okay?
M: Yeah. Be in fifteen.

Before I start driving I pull out my phone and start recording.
"Hiya everyone, today I'll be doing a vlog! I have to go ikea, ugh, and Mark is going to help me get all of things and if I can convince him, to help me assemble it. Ah, ikea, for those who couldn't be bothered with shipping decent furniture."
I turn my phone off and put my iPod on shuffle.
Great. I have to get stuck in rubberneck traffic. Huge too, I can hear people yelling about a twenty minute wait until the lanes are opened up again. I sink down in my seat. I'm used to crash traffic, common in winter in Colorado. I open my phone to tell Mark that I'll be late.
M: Wow I'll take a different route. Thanks for telling me.
Y: Yeah, meanwhile I'll just filming a video in my car.

"Hiya everyone, I'm in a really bad pileup, fluffing car crash, and the rubberneck is insane. It baffles me, like whenever I see my friends having an embarrassing moment that doesn't require help, I just try to ignore them, to make it less difficult. I feel like this protocol should match the one for traffic accidents."
I get a text from my best friend, Sam.
S: (Y/N)! I've got good news!