So, before I start, I just want to say this is my first fanfic, so please don't be rude with your criticism. I am ok with anything constructive, so please leave that below ^u^. I'll try to make each part around 1.5k words, so that there is some content there. Please enjoy!
"Hey, Claire, your break is up," My co-worker Aliana calls out the back door of the small coffee shop in downtown LA. I put my phone back in my pocket, and throw my burgundy hair into a somewhat messy bun. After I head in, I see that we're pretty dead. I wait by the counter, and have just looked down at my phone when a group of sorority girls comes in. They place orders for tooth-rottingly sweet drinks, then go and gossip about something in their lives. The noise they create is nice, and their laughing makes me remember my old friends in Colorado. Once they leave, I look at a clock and see it's time to close up.
Right before I flip the sign, however, a man comes in that I would have never expected. He's taller than I am, which isn't hard given I'm a mere 5'3. His hair is semi-long on top, with the side shaved down. The fluffy top part is dyed a vibrant red, and it's windblown. He's wearing a red button-up flannel, and black jeans. I recognize him as Markiplier, a well-known YouTuber. I'm able to stay calm, and ask him what he wants.
"Can I just get a medium coffee to go?" he asks in his deep, rich voice.
"Can I get a name?" I ask, holding a Sharpie up to the cup.
"Uh…Mark. Sorry, I'm not used to people asking for my name," He says, scratching the back of his head.
"I know who you are. I have to ask for a name," I explain writing his name in my horribly messy handwriting.
He chuckles, and I make him his coffee. When I set his cup down, he takes it and right before he leaves, he turns to me. "Wait, are you DailySongVlogs?" he asks, taking me by surprise. I nod, rather shocked someone with millions of subscribers watches some vlogger with 100,000. "Cute intro. You ever considered gaming?" He's back to the counter now, and I nod.
"I mean, I have, but I suck at video games. Like, bad," I respond, taking my apron off and taking down my hair. I grab my keys and walk to the front door, looking to Mark, seeing if he's following me. He jogs up, and we walk to the small parking lot. "Well, we should collaborate. What have you got?" He asks, pushing his floofy red hair back. Damn, the messy look works for him. I have to think. "Not much for multiplayer. Mostly Kingdom Hearts and that sort of thing," I respond sheepishly. "Well follow me Claire! We shall do a challenge on each of our channels," he says, taking my hand. I giggle, and he takes me to his relatively nice car, and while we drive he turns the radio on.
I start to sing, which I will do at pretty much any point in time, even if there isn't music. He joins in, and his singing is just like his speaking, deep and inviting. I will not deny that the man is attractive, but I'm not someone who lets that fact hinder normal human interaction. We have a dramatic duet to "Hello" by Adele, and I shock him with my raping ability when "Love The Way You Lie" comes on. When we arrive at his house, I realize just how much of a fangirl's fantasy this is. I'm with Markiplier, at his house, alone. He and I walk in, and he sets his camera up in the living room. "Do you wanna do your blind drawing video first, or my impressions one?" I think for a moment, then respond. "Blind Drawings," He nods, and we sit on his couch. "Hide yourself," I say, setting myself to record, and he lies down, his head near my legs.
"Hey hey my little Clarinets! How goes it? Now, before you spam the comments with 'But Claire, this isn't your shitty apartment,' I'm not there. I'm actually at the house of a person who wandered into my place of employment, which you still don't get to know, little stalkers. Why don't you show yourself?" I say, introducing my video as usual. Mark pops up, and responds, "Hi! It's nice to be in this video!" with enthusiasm. I state the concept, and we launch into some hilarity. By the end, we both have to wait a bit for our sides to stop hurting.
When we start his video, his intro is normal, and he brings me in. This video has its funny moments, such as the one where Mark draws himself to impersonate, or when I drew Jacksepticeye, and my voice cracked. We finish up, and I notice that it's gotten dark. "I should probably head home. I've got to edit, and I take the bus," I say, gathering my bag. "Nonsense. I'll drive you home. We'll even grab fast food on the way back," He says, almost immediately grabbing his keys. We stop by Taco Bell, and he drops me outside my apartment in downtown LA. I thank him, and to my surprise, he gives me his number, "just in case I want to work together again".
After my video is edited and uploaded, I go to bed, only to wake up to a literal shitstorm. My landlord is pounding on the door, screaming his head off. I groggily open the door, and have a bright pink piece of paper thrust into my face. "The fuck?" I ask, when I see it's an eviction notice. "You're a month late on rent, and this is the fourth time this has happened. I expect you out in 48 hours," he says, then leaves. Fuck. I'm late for work now, and my boss is gonna flay me. I run into work 35 minutes late, and am immediately sent to my boss' office. Double fuck.
"Claire, there isn't any easy way to do this. You were over half an hour late today, and you forgot to clock out or lock up last night. I'm going to have to let you go. I can't have negligent employees putting my shop in danger. I'm really sorry," My boss says, a sympathetic look on her face. I nod, and leave with a simple "I understand". I order a large caramel macchiato, and as I turn to leave, I bump into someone, spilling hot coffee on the both of us.
"Fuck! I'm so sorry! This has just been a really shitty day. I'm getting evicted, and I just lost my job and now I'm covered in hot coffee," I ramble on, before being shoved down. "Not my fuckin' problem, bitch!" some tall asshole frat boy says, sneering at me. I scoff, roll my eyes and get up. I leave the shop, and enter my apartment. All of the furniture came with this place, so I only have to pack my computer, bedding, clothes and dishes. I do everything but the computer, and then open my small camera, and set it on the tripod.
"Hey hey, little Clarinets. How goes it? I myself have had… a shit day. I've got to be out of my apartment in two days, I lost my job, which was my only form of any sort of income and then to top it all the fuck off, some fucking asshole spilled burning hot coffee all over me, then blamed me. I have no job, money or place to stay. I am, in every sense of the word, fucked. I think it's safe to say I'll be unable to make videos for a while, and I won't be as active with you all down in the comments. I only moved to LA a year ago, but this city has fucking beaten me down. Evicted twice, fired 4 times, dumped over text, in public and via a fucking friend, and…" I stop, and realize I'm heavily crying. "Well, you guys don't wanna know the 'and' trust me," I finish, wiping my face with my hands. "Well, I will speak to you lovleys below, and until next time, Bye Bye!" I finish, and then I just upload the video uncut. I pack the rest of my things, then sit on a box of shirts, crying.
After about an hour of me being a useless mess, there is a knock at the door. I open it, and there stands Markiplier, with a moving dolly, and a concerned expression. He opens his arms for a hug, and I run to him with no hesitation. I start seriously sobbing and swearing, and he comforts me, telling me I'll be ok in his calming voice. He helps me load all my stuff into his car. "I can't let you do this. I hardly know you, and you don't know me," I say, my voice still thick from crying. He just picks me up and sets me on the hood.
"Claire, I consider you a friend. You're down on your luck, and you need help. Please let me help. I might have even developed a crush on you, like a majority of your male viewers. Please?" He says, looking into my bloodshot eyes. I reluctantly nod, and blush at his confession. I get in the passenger seat. "Fix You" comes on while we're driving, and Mark singing it causes me to start crying again. We get to his house, and he holds me close again once we get inside. He tilts my head upwards and I know where this is going. My suspicions are confirmed when he gently kisses me. I'm in such an emotional state that I throw my arms around his neck and deepen it. His hand reaches under my butt and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and the kiss gets even more demanding.
We end up in his room, and he gently lays me back. My legs go slack, and he puts one leg on either side of me, pinning me. His hands find the top button of my shirt and while his fingers undo my buttons, his lips lazily trail down my jaw and neck, eventually meeting the open top of my shirt. My hands have lifted his t-shirt to feel his mildly sculpted abs, and I suddenly pull the whole thing off. He's done with my shirt, and I silently rejoice at the fact that I wore a cute bra today, as his hands play with the straps, sliding them up and down my arms, before removing the whole damned thing. My black skirt has ridden up my stomach, and he pulls it away with his teeth. I work my hands down his body, only to find one of his hands has already unbuttoned his pants.
I finish taking them off, leaving us in our underwear. His hand has slipped below the waistband of my, again thankfully cute, panties, and he's toying with me. My hand starts stroking him through his boxers, and before long we are both panting and swearing with need. He takes my panties off, but before I can remove his boxers, he puts his face between my legs and gives me a devilish smirk before gently running his tongue over the most sensitive part of me. "Fuck," I whisper out. This just causes him to chuckle with his lips against me, causing another moaned another curse. He kisses and licks every part of me, and by the time he's taken is boxers off and slipped a condom on, I'm shaking with need.
Once he eases himself into me, I moan in absolute pleasure. His breath is hot on my neck, and when I give the ok to move, he starts rocking into me, and I fear his neighbors will come and investigate. I've never been quiet, but this is new to me. We finish close together, and by the time he's done disposing of the condom, I've already passed out in his bed.
So I honestly meant to end it at his showing up at his house, but then PILLOWTALK came on in the music I was listening to, and by the time the song was over everyone was half-naked. The language is going to be pretty bad, but it probably won't be as sexual for a bit. Please leave me some feedback below, and I'll post more soon!