My Own Markimoo - Markiplier x Reader

First Impressions Are For Losers

To say the least, it had been a rough day. Your boyfriend of almost two years was cheating on you-- with your best friend-- and sister. All in one swoop, you'd cut off communications with all three of them and the rest of your family until you could figure out what to do. The worst part was that your family was what made up 97% of your friends. The other 3% being Diana, your ex best friend. So now there you were. On the bus with nowhere to go, with no apartment, no friends, no future to look forwards to. 

You slid into one of the unoccupied seats. It was stained on one side with something red and thick, so you avoided it like the plague. A few seconds later, a man close to your age sat down next to you. "This is disgusting," he said. His voice was lower than you would have expected. "Yeah, no joke," you muttered. He scoffed and looked in your direction, noticing your red, puffy eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. You unlocked your phone, staring at the last message Nate had sent you. Love you, baby! Can't wait to hear you scream tonight! ;)  Your eyes welled up again and you wiped them away angrily. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," you whispered to yourself. At this, the man spoke up. "Hey, I couldn't help but notice you seemed to be having a bit of trouble. I know you don't know me, but maybe I could take some of the weight off your shoulders? We probably won't meet after this, anyways," he offered. His black hair fell into his face and you wanted to reach out and push it back, but he beat you to it. Pondering his offer, you decided and scooted into the seat next to him. "Thanks. I think I need to talk," you said sheepishly. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that he was drop-dead gorgeous. His voice didn't help any.

"Start at the beginning, I guess," he suggested. You looked down at your legs and murmured, "I walked in on my fiancee with two other girls-- my best friend and my sister." His eyes widened and his mouth opened a little in shock. "Wow, that's... Wow. I'm sorry. That's horrible. What an ass," he replied softly. "You broke up with him, right?" he asked. You wiped away another stray tear and shook your head. "I ran out before I could do anything. Is that bad?" He scoffed again and stayed silent for a minute before saying, "Get him back. Pretend to forgive him and find another guy who'd make out with you in front of him. Wait, that's a dick move. But good. Whatever you want. It's what I'd do. It can't be hard for you; you're really kinda cute." 

You blushed at his compliment. A ding alerted you to a text from Nate, the seventh one in the course of an hour. You unlocked your phone and deleted the message without even looking at it. You put your head in your hands and took a deep breath in. "You wouldn't happen to have a book on you, would you?" you asked the man feebly. He sighed and gave a small smile before turning around and pulling a book out of the large bag he had on the floor beneath him. "To Kill A Mockingbird. It's a classic. I haven't read it yet, but I thought now was a good time. I've got time to kill on the way to where I'm going," he said, handing it to you. You thanked him and opened the first page. When he was nearly thirteen my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow, it read. You put it close to your nose and inhaled deeply. The familiar scent washed over you and you felt your heart stop beating so quickly. Another deep breath and you put it in your lap.

"Why are you being so kind to me?" you asked him. "Because you looked like you needed some help. I'd have wanted someone to. Hasn't someone done something nice to you before?" he explained. You thought before shaking your head. "My family says we come first, but I hate them for that. I think we should help. What's your name, anyways?" "Mark. Mark Fischbach. You are?" You thought a moment before saying, "Bond. James Bond." He laughed a deep, hearty laugh that made you crack a smile. "No, my name is (Y/n) (Y/l/n)." He finished off the laugh with a softer one that died off. "Well, (y/n), that guy doesn't deserve anything, especially not a nice girl like you. Do you want to watch a movie with me? We've got a long way to go," he offered. "Only if it's good. Like the Alien series. Those are my favorites," you said, sniffling a little. He stared at you and then blurted out, "You are now my best friend." You smiled, a genuine smile and scooted a little closer to him. Maybe he'd be nice.

After watching two movies together, you figured out that he was actually really funny and amazing at commentaries. He had you feeling better than you had in months, even when you were still with Nate. The ridiculous comments that would pop out of nowhere made you laugh loud enough to make others turn and give you a strange look. Your phone had made more dings, but this time, you ignored them. The bus pulled into the final stop and you stood up beside Mark. "You live here?" you asked. "Yeah, I had some business I had to attend to. Are you sticking around?" You thought about it before nodding. He grinned and walked off the bus. When you walked off after him, he was writing something down on a scrap of paper. "Here's my number. Maybe sometimes we can hang out, finish watching Alien or something if that's okay with you," he said, handing it to you.

You took it from him and didn't say anything. "(Y/n), you good?" he asked, but you didn't hear him. You were too busy looking around. The skyscrapers really were scraping the sky, the gentle breeze tasted of salt and the sun was letting warm beams of golden light fall on your (h/l) hair. "I've always wanted to come here, y'know. But my parents told me only losers and freaks and pathetic failures came here," you murmured quietly. "That's crazy. This is home for me, I guess. Depends on what you like," he agreed. You shoved the paper in your back pocket and for a minute, forgot about Nate. "A change is what you need, (Y/n). This place is gonna be great for you. Maybe we can be friends, too. I'll talk to you soon?" he said, his voice lilting into a question. You faced him and smiled a warm smile that felt out of place after so long of being void of feelings. 

"That sounds great, Mark."