Markiplier Imagines

((Coffee Shop)):

[KEY]:

(Y/N)= Your name
(L/N)= Last name
(F/D)= Favorite drink
(H/C)= Hair color
(H/L)= Hair length
(E/C)= Eye color
(F/C)= Favorite color
(J/N)= Job name
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((Imagine #1: Coffee Shop)):

The little bell on the door chimed quietly as you entered, face red from the crisp winter air. Shivering slightly, you removed your scarf that covered your mouth and you headed over to the register. The black haired woman looked up and smiled at you, and you smiled back. "What can I get for you?" She asked kindly.

"May I get (F/D) please?" You asked, just as kind. She nodded and then went behind the counter. You headed off to the side so other people who were behind you could order.

After a few minutes, the lady came back with your order, and you smiled at the thought the hot/cold drink on your tongue. "Here you go! That'll be $4.50, please." Nodding, you reached into you jacket pocket and reached for your wallet, but your heart mentally stopped when your hand grasped nothing.

Well fuck.

"U-Uh..." You stuttered, eyes wide as the cashier gave you a confused look. Shit, shit, shit! Dammit, you groaned inwardly. "U-Um...I may have left my wallet at home..." you mumbled, and the woman sighed.

"Then I'm sorry. I can't give you this."

"I'll pay for it," came a rough voice above you. Squealing in surprise, you whipped around and looked up, gazing into the soft brown eyes of an older man. He wore a black winter coat, blue jeans, glasses, and his hair was a dark brown, almost black. He flashed you a small smile as the cashier accepted the money, and she handed you your drink. She walked away, and it was just you and the man.

"T-thank you..." You mumbled, and he smiled at you again.

"No problem. You...wanna sit down at my table?" He smirked lightly. "I was getting pretty lonely over there by myself." You thought about it for a moment. He seemed nice enough, so you decided that yes, you would sit down with him. You nodded, and he led you over to a small booth next to a window, a steaming cup of hot chocolate sitting on the table. The man sat in the booth with the cup and you sat on the other side, sipping your drink. The man watched you carefully, and when you set the drink on the table, his chocolate brown eyes flashed. "I'm Mark," he greeted. "Mark Fischbach."

You smiled back at him shyly. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N)." Mark gave you a small smile.

"Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he mumbled, and your face became hot, warming you up a bit.

"Thank you," you said again. It was quiet for a few moments between the two of you. "What do you do, Mark?" You asked, his grin widened.

"I'm a YouTuber," he stated proudly. ((A/N: If he wasn't a YouTuber, he should've became a model for Abercrombie and Fitch. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).)) You laughed at him lightly. "I play games for a living," he said happily. "I wouldn't know where I'd been if it weren't for my 10 million subscribers." Your eyes widened.

"10 million?! Whoa, that's awesome!" You gasped in awe, and he beamed, then looked at you.

"What do you do?"

You smiled faintly. "I'm a (J/N), but when I'm at home, I'm an artist." ((A/N: If your dream job is to be an artist, then there you go!)) Mark's eyes lit up.

"You wouldn't happen to have any of your art here with you, would you?" You gulped. In fact, you had a small sketchbook in your inside jacket pocket, and it was almost filled with sketches and doodles.