Dammit! Why am I always kicked out of places to live?! Shit. It's fucking cold out here too.
I was walking through a park and it was like the middle of winter as well. I had my messenger-bag on one shoulder, my guitar case on the other, and my suitcase in my hand.
Get a real job? Yeah right, I do have a real job and it pays just fine. I'm a writer and proud of it! When I'm not writing stories, I'm writing songs. Then again, a song can hold a story as well.
A small gust of wind nipped at my face with an icy breeze. Other than my face and fingers, I wasn't cold. I was wearing my big hoodie and it was made of fleece. The hoodie came down to my knees, making me look shorter and younger than I actually was.
I finally came up to an empty bench and sat down. It felt so good to be able to rest after all of that walking. I took out my guitar and began to strum random chords, something I do when I'm bored. After a while, I shadow stood over me. I stopped my strumming and looked up. In front of me stood a tall male. He wore glasses, had messy black hair, and some cute stubble on his chin. He wore normal jeans, a jacket, and a red scarf. It was Mark aka Markiplier.
"Uh, hey." I said shyly.
"Hi. Sorry if I was interrupting you. I was enjoying your music." He gave me one of his warm smiles.
Someone enjoys my music? Mark enjoys my music?! Yay!
"Thank you. No, you weren't interrupting. I can play more if you like."
"Really? Cool!"
"You can sit next to me too, if you want." He gave a nod and sat next to me on the bench. He looked so cute with his scarf and floofy hair. I went back to strumming and couldn't help humming as well. I was enjoying the fact that someone actually was enjoying something that I did. Also, that someone was a person that I respect and look up to.
"Achoo!" I let out a loud sneeze before a shiver shakes my body.
"Bless you."
"Thank you. It's a bit nippy out here."
"Yeah it is. Say, why are you out here with all of your things anyways?"
"Oh." I sent my guitar down.
"I was staying at a hotel, waiting for an opening for an apartment, but I was kicked out." Mark gave me a sad look.
"Oh no, don't worry about me. I'm fine. It's not the first time this has happened."
"You can stay with me if you want."
"I can? You sure that's a good idea? You don't know me."
"I could get to know you."
"Smooth."
"Besides, you already know me. You are wearing a Markiplier hoodie."
"Point. How do you know that I'm not a crazed butt stabber though?"
"Just going to test my luck out then." Mark and I shared a small laugh before I began to gather my stuff.
"Well then, I'll take you up on your offer. Thank you." Before I could grab my suitcase, Mark got it.
"Allow me to assist." We began to leave the park and soon we made it to his apartment. It was so much warmer in there then where I was. I set my stuff down, took off my shoes, and crash on the couch. I let out a small sigh of relief.
"You must be tired. How long were you out there?" I sat up.
"Don't know but I do know that I'e been walking for at least 2 hours. Again, thank you so much." Mark sat next to me.
"No problem miss....."
"Sorry. Y/n is my name."
"Miss y/n. No problem miss Y/n." My cheeks had a small dust of pink on them but I didn't know why.
"I have an idea. I'm 25 years old."
"I'm 22."
"I was born and raised in Cincinnati Ohio."
"I don't know where I was born but I grew up in different places."
"Really? Like where?"
"Texas, New York, Arizona, Florida, Seattle, and London. This is also my first time in California."
"London?"
"Yeah. I went there for college. I just finished not too long ago."
"Oh. What did you study?"
"Psychology, Sociology, and Anthropology."
"Wow. You must be really smart then."
"Not really. PC or console games?"
"A gamer too? PC games."
"Me too. My favorite game is a console only one though."
"Which game?"
"Okami."
"Okami?"
"Yeah. You play as wolf, who was male and made of stone but is not stone anymore and is female and you are also a god and you have magic ink and-Dont give me that look. It's an awesome game!"
"Ok, ok, ok. Maybe I should play it for my channel."
"I don't know. The first 18 minutes of it is the introduction and story, it's very dialogue heavy, has three long arcs, and just takes a long time to finish in general."
"How long? 9, 10 hours?"
"Try between 20 and 30 for a speed run. 40 to 50 on a non-speed run."
"Wow."
"Yep, but it is a really fun game though, and I love the story of it so much. If you want to play it though, I can help you."
"Sure! That sounds awesome! I can get the game and we can play it sometime this week!" Mark shouted, all excited.
"Totally." So, the next few hours was just Mark and I telling jokes, stories and playing games. Soon, I began to feel tired as it was getting late and I did a lot of walking earlier. Finally, sleep over came me and I fell asleep on Mark's comfy couch.

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Markiplier X Reader
RomansaYou are a 22 year old girl and is a proud writer. Your life is pretty normal, or at least to you, untill one day when you meet a certain Iplier.