I Don't Die // Markiplier x Superhuman! Reader

He's Beautiful

Running, running, running. Come on let's go. Keep your ass moving. Keep training. Keep running. Keep goes. Keep... sleep.

I woke up in a bed and looked at my surroundings. Everything covered in white.

Dammit, they got me again. Shit how many times do I keep having to do this?

I wandered around the room, punching the walls, looking for a weak spot. When I finally found one I kicked the wall in. I'm powerful enough to push, pull, or move just about anything you could think of... apart from a mountain.

"Code 33! Prisoner has escaped, repeat, prisoner has escaped! Bring down the walls and arm all corridors!"

Do they not know I can turn invisible yet? Damn they need to step their game up.

I went past every guard and every personnel completely undetected. No one noticed the one time I coughed. I made it safely outside and ran down a street. I was visible as I ran. It was raining and I wasn't paying any attention to my surroundings at the time so I accidentally bumped into a man.

"S-sorry Ma'am! Are you okay?" he reached out his hand and grasped my hand as he pulled me up. I gave him a thank you and was about to continue on my way but I looked at him and took in the beauty I saw. The most beautiful human man I had ever seen. He had brown, nearly black fluffed hair, deep chocolate brown orbs, a strong jawline, a bit muscular, and a stubbly face. I blushed a light red when I realized I was staring.

I then realized I hadn't answered him, "U-uhm, I'm perfect thank you..." I felt the heat rise in my face. I didn't know my species was so... easily embarrassed at times.

"Well after that little shuffle, I might as well give you a sorry. How about some coffee? I'll pay. But first your name?"

My e/c eyes lit up as he asked, "My name is y/n l/n, and you?"

He chuckled slightly, as if noticing my eyes were brighter than before, "Mark Fischbach." I smiled and then the thought of what had just happened sprang into my mind again.

Perhaps it would be okay as long as I'm not seen. I could possibly make this a date if needed and buy some hair dye at the mall. Plan go.

"Ah, Mr. Fischbach?-" he cut me off.

"Please. Call me Mark," he insisted.

I laughed at myself, "Yes. Mark, well would you maybe like to make this a date and we could go to the mall by any chance?" He said it would be no problem so we made our way down to the cafe where an unexpected guest showed their face.