"Let's grab a coffee." Markiplier x Reader

Chapter 1

It started with you having your daily dose of coffee at your favorite café near your apartment. It was the afternoon and the sun was just going down. You had your notebook in front of you and was staring out the window. You had really bad writers block and you knew you needed a breather but you wanted to see if anything could spark inspiration. So far, you had only two sentences on the paper and that wouldn't make a good story.

"Excuse me miss," you looked up to see your eyes met with brown ones. "if you don't mind, I was wondering if you were okay. You seem a bit dazed." It was the famous Markiplier. What was he doing in a café shop?

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking." You said smiling up at him. You could see why so many people liked him. He was so nice. "I thought you lived in L.A, what are you doing here?"

"Well," Mark said sitting down in the chair in front of you. "there's a convention going on here and I wanted to see some of my fans." You totally forgot there was a convention going on. You didn't plan on going because you were so busy with work but it might have been nice to see people in cool costumes. Maybe even see some other cool YouTuber's. "What are you writing there?" Mark nodded over to you notebook. "Are you a writer or something?"

"No, I work for a small company downtown. But I also like to write my own stories for fun." You take a sip of your warm coffee. "I can't think of anything to else to write though."

"Can I read it?" You nod and he picks up the notebook. You blush in embarrassment as he reads the words out loud. "How was I suppose to know that life could be so rough when you're alone. No one cares about you unless you have something they want or known for something big. This sounds really interesting. You should continue writing it."

"I don't know. It seems too sad. It just seems like a depressing way to start it." He made it seem like it was some amazing treasure or something. Two sentences don't really make that much of an introduction and they were pretty negative. "Maybe I should scrap it and start over again."

"I don't think you should. I think you could make something good from this." He looked up from your notebook. "Maybe I could help you?"

"You really don't have to help me. It's just a small hobby of mine."

He shook his head and gave you a dazzling smile. "I'm not going to leave this table until you at least have a full page story." You smiled back at him and started working.

Both of you threw ideas back and forth at each other and the two of you were having fun. Whenever you were at a loss for words, he was there to put you back on track and give you another perspective of the situation. After about an hour and a half, you had about 3 pages done.

"Wow," You said completely exhausted. Your hand was aching from how much you and Mark wrote in your journal. "We got so much done! I can't believe you helped me with this."

He shrugged nonchalantly in response. "It was nothing. I had fun doing it even if was only for a hobby of yours." He gave you another smile. "The main reason I came to this café is to get a breather from the fans and the convention. I'm really glad I was able to meet you."

You blushed at his comment and tried to hide it by turning your head to the window, looking at the night sky. If you didn't know any better, it was like he was flirting with you. "I'm glad I was able to help you relax." You started putting your journal back into your computer bag as Mark got up from his chair to stretch.

You tried your hardest to not stare at his muscles as you stood up as well. "Well, I guess this the part where we say goodbye right?" You nodded at his question and saw a brief look of sadness cross his face but it was quickly hidden with another dazzling smile. "I had tons of fun today." He held out his hand and you took it shaking his hand firmly. "Maybe we can meet again..." he paused realizing he didn't know your name.

You giggled at his flustered expression. "Y/N."

"Y/N." He chuckled and let go of your hand. You both made your way to the door of the café and parted ways. He gave one final wave and walked over to the parking lot across the street. You smiled and started walking to your apartment.