The First Subscriber (MarkiplierxReader)

Chapter Two

---Remember, (y/n) for your name and (y/cn) for your social media name---

Mark's mouth opens, and he looks you up and down, from your head to your outstretched hand. "You're... you're (y/cn)?"

You nod, biting your lip. "Yup."

A million expressions seem to pass through Mark's face in a split second. He ignores your hand and goes straight for a hug.

Your heart almost wants to fly with happiness. He remembers me! He didn't forget about me! A bit stunned, you return the hug.

"Wow! You're his first subscriber? That's super cool," Ethan says. You can see him zooming the video in on the hug. Tyler leans over and whispers something in his ear, and Ethan looks back at him with wide eyes.

Mark finally lets go. "It's so good to see you!" he exclaims, beaming. You can tell he's still astonished that you're here. "And in person, no less!" He grabs you, guiding you so that you're right in front of the phone's camera. "Guys, this is (y/cn)--or, (y/n), I guess." Mark stops to turn to you. "That is a really pretty name."

You laugh. "Thanks."

Mark returns his attention to the video. "She was the first person to subscribe to my original channel. She watched all of the videos I made and gave me advice on what I needed to improve on."

"And believe me, he still needs a lot of work," you butt in jokingly.

"Hey!" Mark protests, putting his hands on his hips.

Ethan and Tyler bust up laughing. "I agree with that," Tyler adds.

"Shut the fuck up!" Mark tells him, but he's laughing as he says this. He turns back to the camera. "Either way, she helped my channel become what it is today, and I owe her a ton."

Ethan stopped the recording and lowered the camera. "Cool! I got some good footage."

"Would have been better if we had had the actual camera though," Tyler said with a pointed look at Ethan.

"Hey! It's not my fault, my hands were full!" Ethan protested.

"Sure," Tyler said, rolling his eyes.

"It's the truth!"

"While these two dumbos fight, want to go get the camera with me? I need to get Chica too and it would be nice to have someone to help handle her." Mark says.

Your eyes widen. "Oh I would love to! I've always wanted to meet Chica!"

"More than me?" He questions.

"Definitely!" You say, laughing.

He makes a pouty face but it's all in good fun. You both make your way to the parking lot and find his car. Through the open window of the passenger's side you can see Chica, tongue out and tail wagging. As Mark gets closer she stands up, putting her paws on the car door. She leans out to lick his arm as he gives her a loving pat.

"Chica! I brought a friend for you to meet!" He exclaims. He opens the car door and Chica races out. She immediately comes to sniff your legs, wagging her tail vigorously.

You kneel on the pavement, running your hands over her silky fur. "Wow, look at you! You're so beautiful!" Chica gives you a friendly lick, leaning into your strokes. "Awww, you're such a sweet pup," you coo, scratching her behind one ear.

You look up at Mark to see him watching you with amazement in his eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing," he says, snapping out of it. "Chica's just usually shy around strangers."

You look down at Chica and smile. "Well! Considered me honored!"

Mark reaches into the car and hands you her leash. "Keep doing what you're doing, I guess. I'll get the camera."

"Okay," you say. Your lips tremble, trying not to burst into a grin. This day is going so much better than you expected. Being with Mark feels so natural, like you are back in the old days at the beginning of his channel.

"So if you don't mind me asking, where did you go?" His voice is slightly muffled as he is leaning into the trunk of the car. He stands up again, holding the camera. He closes the trunk with a thud. "I mean... you were always online. We would talk every day for months and months. And then... you were gone. What happened?" His dark eyes gaze into yours, hungry for an answer. You can tell he's wondered this for a while.

Memories and emotions of the past two years flood your brain. Your body physically closes up, with your head down and your arms hugging your chest. Chica looks up at you, clearly wondering why you stopped petting her.

You knew this question was coming, you scold yourself.

"I'm sorry. I-I can't." You whisper.

He squats down next to you, putting a hand on your back. "That's okay! Don't worry about it. You don't have to tell me."

Come on, why do you have to be like that? In front of him?! You try to collect yourself. You reach out to rub Chica again, and she wags her tail in response. You sigh. "I know I stopped talking. But I didn't stop watching your videos, if that helps. I've seen every single one of them."

"Oh! Every... every single one, huh?" He says, laughing nervously.

You chuckle. "You know, you haven't changed a bit."

"I'd think I've changed some!" Mark protested. "Gained more muscle. And a bigger ego. Maybe got taller."

You turn to look at him. "Hmm... stand up and let me see."

He does so, standing up straight while puffing out his chest and flexing his arm muscles. "Well? What do you think?"

You make a big show of squinting like you're examining him. "Hmmm... yup. I think you've gotten shorter!"

"Well fuck you!" He exclaims, putting his hands on his hips. "I think I've gotten significantly taller."

You nod sarcastically. "Mhmm."

"It's true! I--hey! Chica!"

While you were petting her, Chica had rolled onto her back so she could get belly rubs. Now she looks happily up at her daddy, tongue lolling to the side.

"You're gonna get yourself dirty, doggo! Come on, get up." Mark coaxes Chica up from the ground. "Well, we should probably get back before anyone else arrives. Let's get this show on the road, shall we?" He offers you his hand and helps you up.

"Indeed we shall!" You say happily.

With that, the three of you head back to Ethan and Tyler.