Heroes In Headphones (Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, PewDiePie X Reader)

Chapter 1: Just The Beginning Of A Life Changing Day

•Happy New Year•

"Y/n! I can't help it if I want a normal life! A normal daughter!" My mom shouted at me for what felt like the 50th time this morning. And it's only 6:15 a.m. No I don't go to school anymore, I've already graduated high school and I was going to go to college, but I've had to change my mind due to financial issues. Right now I'm at my apartment, just trying to get through the day that should be my favorite. Yep, my birthday.

"Oh let me guess, day dreaming again? In your own little pathetic world trying to avoid the real one? Well I brought you into this world!-"

"And WHAT?!" I retaliate with my fists clenched. "That's it. Get out."

"How dare you speak to me like-"

"How dare you walk into my house and treat me like this! On my birthday too! Sorry I was such an abnormal daughter, but I am not sorry when I tell you to get the hell out of my house! Now leave!" I stared her down and she looked away, not with regret, but with sheer embarrassment. She was embarrassed of me and what I had supposedly done to her life. She walked towards my door, but not before taking the photo of the one happy memory of my family and throwing it at my feet. I picked it up and stared at it's shattered appearance.

Everything grew blurry from the tears hugging my eyes, but I refused to cry, I wasn't going to let her hurt me anymore... Or at least see that she did.

"That's what you did. You broke our family. You believe in super heroes who save the day. You know what I believe? You're a villain." And with that she slammed the door. And I broke. More than I had already. I sobbed as the floor drew closer. I held the picture close, not caring if I was going to cut myself on the jagged glass. I placed my hand on the sea of glass that took over my hardwood floor for support.

Correction, I did indeed care, 'cause that glass hurt like a motherfucker.

"SHIT!" I whimpered, holding my hand like it was a newborn puppy. I ran from my spot of self pity and rinsed my hand and plucked glass from it. Once the glass was out I turned to grab gauze and further wrap my hand. I then cleaned up everything and headed out. Where was I going? I had no clue to be honest. I just had to get out of there.

I finally found myself at a diner and decided to get myself a treat 'cause dammit if anything was gonna make today better it was food. I walked in to find the place pretty empty except for some man in the corner with his blue hood up. It looked like he was waiting for someone as he looked around, but I wasn't able to catch a glimpse of his face.

"Hello! Welcome to The Blue Ox diner! Can I get you anything or are you waiting for someone?" The man at the counter asks with a surprisingly genuine looking smile and cheerful tone. I just nodded and brushed it off. It was nice to meet someone so kind around this town.

"Hi, and no I'm not waiting for anyone. Um, what do you recommend for desserts?" I ask shyly as I rest my folded hands on the counter.

"Of course, but excuse me miss, is your hand alright?" I looked down at my hand to see blood dripping through the now dark red gauze.

I completely forgot about it!

"Oh!" I swipe my hand from the table. "I'm fi-"

"Don't even try it, come to the back, we have supplies there." I nod, following him.

Wait, isn't this how most people die in horror movies?

I stop for a second, but continue walking. Oddly enough, I trust him. We make it to what looks like a storage room for ingredients and cooking utensils and such. The employee reaches for the top shelf, but seems unable to reach it due to his height, which is still an inch or two taller than me. That's when I finally take in his features, he has muscular build, chocolate brown eyes behind a pair of glasses, and dark hair. I also get a glance at his name tag which spells out a simple name: Mark. He finally gets the kit of medical supplies with the help of a small box.

"Here we go, have a seat." He tells me pointing to a cushioned chair. I sit down and look at Mark to find him staring at me. He quickly looks away blushing slightly and grabs a roll of fresh gauze and some water only to look back at me with a soft smile and asks me if I'm ready. I nod blushing at his kind eyes reassuring smile.

He removes the bandage and gasps a bit at the sight. "What happened?" He looks at me with worry growing in his eyes.

"I just... broke an ornament while putting away a Christmas tree." I say semi-quickly, looking away awkwardly, as I tend to do when I lie.

"Um.. hate to have to call you out on a lie, but it's mid February and Christmas is long over." He replies with a chuckles beginning to wrap the cuts after cleaning them.

"I just got in a fight with my mom, nothing serious." I reply honestly, sparing him of the details.

"Uh, are you sure I shouldn't call the police on her? I mean that sure does sound an awful lot like child abuse doesn't it?" We both begin to laugh as I shake my head no.

"I cut myself after the fight, don't worry, just me being the clumsy person I am." I tell him. He nods in reply with a grin, but doesn't look away from his work as he finishes up the bandages.

He's sweet... definitely made my day better.

"There, all done." He tells me flashing a pearly white smile that causes me to blush once again.

"Thanks... Mark. I'm Y/n by the way." I hold out my hand to shake.

He takes it and smiles, "No problem Y/n. Now let's go and get you something to eat."

Once we make back out to the diner's eating area, he tells me to wait there a moment while he went to get something. He soon came back with a cupcake in hand.

"Here, it's on me." He tells me with a smile.

"Oh, really? Wow, thank you so much, this has literally been the best birthday so far." I smile staring at the cupcake for a moment and look up at Mark who's now sitting across from me and I send him a smile.

"It's your birthday? One sec! Don't take one bite of that cupcake young lady!" I laugh and nod as he purposefully speed walks awkwardly into the back once more. He comes back with a candle and a lighter. We do the whole song and celebration thing and I blow out the candle.

"Did you make a wish?" He asks me with a childish spark in his eyes.

"Yeah, I actually did..." I say looking down with a smile on my face. I stand up and grab a knife from the counter. I comeback and (stabbed him in the butt) cut the cupcake in half and give him one of the two pieces.

He thanks me and proceeds to ask me a question, "Why is this the best birthday? You fought with your mom, got cut up pretty bad, and seem to be having a pretty rough birthday."

"You have a point." I agree, "Very few would label this as their best birthday, but today I also got to meet a really kind guy who seems to have a heart of gold, talk to said man who was willing to listen and care, and then I got to eat free food." I tell him giggling.

"True, you can't go wrong with free food. Well, unless it's like poisoned or something..." He adds on chuckling.

"Gasp!" I yelp. "Have thou poisoned me?!" I hold a "worried face" for a few seconds before adding, "Meh, still food." We then burst into another fit of laughter.

Oh this friendship is gonna make my life the weirdest it's been.

Oh you don't realize just how right you are Y/n...