The English Teacher ||Markiplier x Reader||

Chefiplier (11)

A/N: Heyo! I couldn't resist the chapter's title. You will understand why. It's kind of obvious, but I don't care. Also I'm sorry if you aren't Hispanic. Later on your character just so happens to be that nationality. Just pretend! On top of that, there will be a switch of perspective. So just be ready for that. Enjoy chapter ten!

You arrived home, and began to unload all of the plastic bags. Mark had pulled in behind the truck. He helped you with the last few groceries, and was now standing in the middle of your apartment without worry! You saw that your coffee was still on the counter, but the other mugs were in the sink. You turned around to face Mark as you took a long sip from "The almost cold, but still warm" coffee.

"Nice mug." He complimented with a squint.

"Thanks, nice... watch?" You attempted to be nice.

"Thank you. Did you know it's not just a watch?" He inquired.

"I mean it's a watch. An apple watch at that. What else is it supposed to do?" You crossed your arms waiting from him to answer.

"I found out it also makes for a good dog toy!" He smiled.

God I love his smile. It always brights up a room even when it's already lit enough.

"How do you mean?" You interrogated more interested.

"The little light reflection that is emitted off the screen? Just plaster that on the wall and boom! Chica is going crazy!" He said using gestures to explain his point.

"Chica? You have a dog?" You raised your eyebrow.

"Oh yeah! She is my wittle Chica-Pika. Yesh she is. Yesh she is!" Mark cooed in a baby voice.

"Okay, no more baby Mark, please!" You laughed but were dismissive.

At the mention of his name, he began to smile even wider. You go to speak to break the silence, but then were interrupted by Mark.

"Did you eat breakfast yet?" He asked.

"Actually, no. I didn't eat lunch or dinner yesterday either. Gosh, it almost seems like I'm starivng myself." You awkwardly laugh to yourself.

"You aren't, right?" He asked concerned.

"No! I was... you know... I have been going through some stuff." You sighed out, hiding the fact that Vincent had contacted you.

"Was that what Poe was talking to you about yesterday?" He softly spoke looking to down at the floor.

Shocked, you looked up to face him.

"She called you when she was still in the classroom. I only heard her side of the conversation. If you are comfortable enough, you can talk to me about it." Mark walked up close to you.

You thought for a minute.

"Maybe after some breakfast. I'm starving." You turned back into the kitchen, and pulled out some potatos and eggs.

"Fair enough. What are we making?" He followed you.

"Something my parents made all the time when I lived at home. Huevos y papas." You smiled remembering the old times when you were a child.

"And what does that mean?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"It means, eggs and potatos. My family is Hispanic." You laugh.

"Oh, I see. May I be of assistance?" He offered.

"Sure I don't see why not. You can chop potatoes. Make sure they are small squares." You explained.