Markiplier Imagines

Coffee?

Mark's POV

(Yes Mark's cuz why not.)

Before recording a video, I wanted to grab a coffee or something. I needed something.

I begin to walk to the small coffee shop down the street.

I shove my hands in my pockets, thinking about what to record.

Should I finish up Until Dawn tonight? I can show them my new pink hair. Plus I want to save Ashley. I'm really pissed at myself for killing her, I thought.

I slide my fingers through my hair as I hear grumbles. Very angry ones.

Before I can even look up to see where it is coming from, I am knocked over, onto my back.

"Ow," is all that can escape my lips as I wince in pain.

"Oh my God I am so sorry," the lady says as she stands, "let me help you up."

She holds her hand out to me and I take it.

Once I am up, I realize how close we are.

She's pretty...

Your POV

I blush as he does the same.

"Uhm... H-hi."

"I-I'm sorry," he says as he takes a step back.

"It's alright. I should be apologizing. I was the one who knocked you over in my fit of anger..."

Why did I just say that last part?

"So it was you?"

I feel my cheek more red by the second.

"I'm just kidding," the man says. "I'm Mark," he says as he holds out his hand.

I shake his hand quickly after shifting my sketch books is my arms.

"(Y/N)," I respond.

Mark's POV

(Sorry for such quick perspective changes.)

I smile at her for a little too long.

Her (E/C) eyes are just so beautiful and she's so adorable.

"H-hey, do you want to grab a coffee with me?"

I scratch the back of my neck.

She chuckles as her face turns pinker.

"Sure," she responds.

Le time skip to coffee shop sorry I'm lazy luv u hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"Excuse me I need to use the restroom," (Y/N) says.

We talked for at least fifteen minutes about almost everything.

She takes art classes, hoping to become an artist.

She showed me some of her works in the books she was carrying.

She had a gift.

I really like her.

I grab a napkin and write my number on it, folding it twice and putting it inside her sketchbook.

God I am stupid.

Right when I finish, she comes back.

"Hey, sorry about that."

"Nah. It's alright," I say as I smile.

She sits down and returns the smile.

Bvvb bvvb.

Her phone slides slightly on the table.

She quickly takes a look at it.

"Ugh... Sorry," she sighs. "It's my mother. I have to go."

"It's alright," I say.

"Thank you for the coffee," she says.

"Ah, no problem. Maybe we can do this again sometime," I respond.

She smiles and opens her mouth to say something but her phone vibrates again.

"Okay, bye!" She waves as she runs out the door.

I can't help but smile at what she'll find when she gets home.

Your POV

When I finally get home to my mother, she has me help her re-organize the computer area (help).

After doing so, my mother shoo's me away.

I walk into my room and jump on my bed.

After relaxing for a minute, I finally remeber what Mark said.

Great. I forgot to give him my number. I thought he was so nice and everything and now I will probably never see him again for a long time. Thanks, mom.

I sigh as I open my sketchbook, flipping the pages to my unfinished sketch.

A napkin holds the page.

(Y/N), it says on the front.

I chuckle, unfolding the napkin.

Let's do it again sometime.
Text me so we can.
(His numba)
~Mark :)

I laugh out loud and pick up my phone.

I punch in the number and text Mark.

Hey
received at 2:01pm
read at 2:04

Hello :)
received at 2:04

After texting Mark for a while, I fall asleep with my phone in my hands, thinking about the next time I see him.

Oh my GOD this was so bad I'm sorry.

I jus wanted to publish SOMETHING.

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