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She couldn't stop fidgeting: picking at her nails, drumming on her thighs, rolling on the balls of her feet. At that moment, a pterodactyl could have landed right next to her and she wouldn't have noticed. She pulled on her headphone cord, debating whether or not they would stop her noticing when he arrived.
Markiplier. To meet her.
She bit down upon her smile as it spread across her cheeks once more as it had done incessantly throughout that day. Her mind was lost once more as she considered the odds of her having the opportunity unprompted - she didn't quite understand why; it wasn't something that just happened. But yet it was, and she wasn't complaining.
A tap on her shoulder, and she whipped round, reacting like a coiled spring, yanking her headphones out. Deep brown eyes, oh-so-familiar fluff and scruff; no denying it now - it was actually happening.
"Y/n, right?" He questioned, slight apprehension laced through his tone.
"Yeah! That's me!" Excitement and anxiety coming through in equal measure."It's really cool to be able to meet you!"
He chuckled lightly. "Thank you. Do you need help with your bags?"
"No, I'm fine, thank you." She couldn't help the smile upon her face, despite being desperately aware of her whole body. She grabbed her bags and Mark led her to where his car was parked. They filled the air with mindless small-talk, as pleasant and polite as it was meaningless. She laid her bags in the boot, and scampered around to the passenger side seat.
As they clicked in their seat belts and ran out of pleasantries, the questions preying on y/n's mind became too uncontainable.
"So why'd you want to do this fan-meeting experience thingy?" She blurted, proud that she got something at least somewhat intelligible out.
Turning on the engine, and checking the mirrors, he pulled his iconic grin, and said "I just wanted to be able to give a bit back to my community, even if it was just to one person."
Y/n laughed cheerily, attempting to think of a response. Sorting through assurances, questions and jokes, she settled with, "It is really cool of you to give up your time and pay for all my expenses!" I've managed to say 'cool' twice within the same conversation, she thought. "By the way, where is the hotel that I'm gonna be staying at?"
He coasted his eyes in her direction momentarily, before looking at the road again, starting to pull out into traffic. "Oh, I thought that you could stay in my spare room, get the full experience. Is that alright with you?" His eyes returned to her, and lingered a little longer this time, before darting back to the road.
Somewhat taken aback, she quickly returned with "Oh yeah, of course!", momentarily confused, but quickly shrugging it off.
Mark started to lay out a rough plan of what they'd be doing over the next few days. Y/n eagerly agreed with everything, still somewhat overwhelmed by the whole experience. She mainly watched the world go by out the window, stealing glances at Mark only for a few moments at a time. Conversation slipped from the administration naturally into jokes and references and memes. Y/n would probably have been happy just to listen to Mark read the dictionary, so this had her feeling like she was on cloud nine.
She did notice, however, a slight tremor in Mark's hands, and every so often he would twitch. Concerned for his wellbeing, she gently mentioned it.
"Oh," He laughed lightheartedly. "I had a bit too much coffee this morning - just a caffeine overload." He laughed again, then quickly changed the topic.
"Now, you promise you won't post my address all over the internet, right?" He joked.
"Cross my heart." Y/n laughed out. Mere moments later he pulled into the driveway, and turned off the engine.
"Welcome to casa de Mark." He said, with a goofy grin.