DEH & BMC x Reader

RENT SPECIAL! La Vie Boheme (Mark Cohen x Reader)

Warning: Long and lame. Probably better to just skip to the next chapter.
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"One pasta with meatless balls," the waiter confirms as he sets the plate down in front of you. You smile tiredly before the waiter walks away. It was so boring in the dreary cafe; you just wanted to have fun right now. If you could you would dance on this very table.

You turn your head when you hear many people shuffle inside. You see six people all looking worried and you wondered if they were alright. Then you saw her. Maureen Johnson! She was a hero in your eyes and you found her so funny.

Then someone else rushed in. He was wearing a red and blue striped sweater with a brown jacket. He had glasses and strawberry blonde hair, his jaw was sharp and he wasn't short nor tall. He was quite handsome and the mischievous, curious undertone to his eyes made your heart squeeze.

You turn back to our food and began to eat, you couldn't just stare at him the whole time he was here. Soon enough you would leave and never see him again. However, it didn't help when you hear whoops and listen as the group insist to push the tables together. And guess what? You were one of those tables.

As a blonde guy with curled blonde hair and green shirt begins to shove your table with the others, your chair moving as well. With a grin he mutters a, "Sorry miss." A girl in a jacket with curly brown hair yells the name Roger and he guy walks over to her. Roger, huh.

You weren't going to protest, you were about to be sitting at the same table as Maureen and that cute guy you saw walk in. Speak of the devil. When you turned your head to the right there sat the guy as he took his brown coat off. When he saw you staring he smiled and held out his hand.

"Mark," he introduced.

You took his hand and beamed, "(Y/N)."

Mark's smile grew at your confidence. "Warm hands, (Y/N)," he compliments.

Before you could reply you watch stand up and Maureen declare, "Benjamin Coffin III. The enemy from Avenue A."

You knew Benny. He almost evicted you a couple of months ago because you told him you wouldn't have the rent money until the next day. He pissed you off so much but you still had to live in his building because you could afford it.

As they continued to bicker about the riot at Maureen's show you watch intently. Then Roger snaps, "Why did Miffy-"

"Allison."

"-miss the show?"

Benny looks at the ground and then back at the group, "There was a death in the family if you must know."

"Who died?" A beautiful lady with short hair asks.

"Our Akita."

The seven look at each other before saying in unison, "Evita."

A laugh escapes some lips.

You make fun
Yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really wants. Neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night.
Bohemia
Bohemia's a fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead

You scoff and Mark notices. You both lock eyes, that mischievous gleam returns and you both seem to have the same idea. You nod in confirmation and in an instant Mark stands up and makes his way to the front of the table.

When he begins to sing it makes your heart kind of flutter. Before you knew it you were holding Mark in your arms as people held him up above the table. His head right next to yours.