Confidence (Markiplier x Reader)

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Today was Mark and I'd first day alone since Jack came to visit, he left this morning, giving me a huge bear hug before leaving. I didn't complain. I sat with my feet up on the couch, deep in thought. I looked over at Mark, his gaze was focused on his phone, scrolling through Instagram. I sighed, thinking about how much I probably bothered him. I continued to look at him, his calm face, his fluffy black hair, soft brown eyes, and goofy grin whenever he read a good meme. Every feature of him made my heart beat in a whole other rhythm. I shook my head, he was my friend, and my roommate, I couldn't let those thoughts get to me. He would laugh at me if I even said I had thought about those things, and say I was too pathetic to even cross his mind much. I was having a depressive episode, and my mind was finding any way possible to make me feel worse.
"Mark." I spoke suddenly.
"Yeah?" He looked up from his phone.
"I should probably move out... You've been supporting me for a while now, and... I've done nothing for you." I muttered, feeling regret in every word, I didn't want to leave.
"What? Done nothing for me- (Y/N) you're my friend, and I want you to be safe, and sleeping behind a dumpster isn't safe!" He cried, sitting up in his seat.
"I know, but I must be a burden on you..." I whispered. His eyes widened, he put his phone on the table and shifted his position to me.
"You have never once been a burden to me. Why would you even think that?" Mark asked, his voice softening.
"This is your home... and I'm just... I'm just..." I trailed off, flicking my gaze to the ceiling to avoid those eyes.
"What?" His soft voice was filled with concern.
"I don't deserve any of this... I'm just some... some useless, problem that you let into your house!" I cried, feeling my self-deprecating thoughts rise like a tide in me. Mark stood, and walked over to me, sitting next to me. I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest, unable to look at him.
"You are not useless." There was almost something stern to his tone. "Or a problem, you're my friend, (Y/N), and I'm just trying to help you get back on your feet. You're amazing, and really funny, and I hope to God that you believe that." His hand rested on my shoulder. I almost flinched, but instead I stayed where I was. I looked at him, my (e/c) eyes meeting his own, there was a wave of empathy and care in those deep brown eyes.
"I'm sorry... I just... I get like that sometimes." I whispered. He smiled softly and pulled me into a gentle hug. His arms were soft and warm, I didn't want to move, I felt safe there.
"I get it, we all have bad days, just don't forget how amazing you are." Mark chuckled.
"I wouldn't say amazing." I smiled slightly as we pulled away from the hug, much to my disappointment.
"We need to work on your confidence." He smirked, patting my back. I laughed a little.
"In all seriousness, thanks for not freaking out at me." I smiled nervously.
"Of course." He returned the smile, and stood up. "Wanna record something stupid?" He grinned goofily.
"Sure!" I laughed, getting up to follow him. We dashed up the stairs together and into the recording studio. Mark pulled up a chair and Chica climbed happily into my lap.
"Hello Everybody, my name is Markiplier, and welcome to Truth or Dare, livestream addition!" I glanced at the recording, seeing that the 'video' was actually a stream. I shot Mark a nervous look. "I forgot to tell our cohost that this is a livestream, not a video..." He smiled goofily at me. I rolled my eyes.
"You'd think living with this man would be fun, but then he pulls stuff like this." I smirked nervously at the camera.
"Hey hey hey, you said you'd record with me!" He threw his arms up sassily. I rolled my eyes again and leaned back into my chair.
"First question! (Y/N) truth or dare?" Mark turned to me.
"Why do I have to go first?" I whined, sitting up.
"For contents sake." He grinned mischievously at me.
"Fine, dare." I chuckled, looking at the twitter comments he had pulled up. He turned and read the first dare he saw.
"Bite a piece of sound proof foam from the wall." Mark laughed, and turned to me. "Bite that piece, it needs to be replaced anyways!" He pointed to a piece right below my height that was falling apart.
"How loud are you? You killed this poor piece of sound proof foam!" I joked, leaning down to bite the foam. Mark moved the camera to zoom in on my face. I flushed red, not liking the camera being so close, and then but into the foam. It was chewy and tasted gross, so I quickly ripped off the piece and spat it into the garbage can.
"Gross." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"It's their fault, not mine!" Mark put the camera back in its place.
"Okay, anyways. Mark, truth or dare?" I crossed my legs as I sat in my chair.
"Truth."
"You're to chicken to pick dare, aren't you!" I teased, and leaned to the monitor to find a dare. "If you had to date someone in the room, who would it be?" I read the question, sitting back in my chair. Mark's face reddened.
"Well there's only you and me here, so I guess I'd have to say... ME." He jabbed his finger to his chest triumphantly, and laughed. I laughed with him.
"Good answer!" I smiled, swallowing the quick disappointment I felt when he said himself, and went on with the game. The livestream went on for two hours, we had to do dares like, Lick the other person's hand, dance to a Katy Perry song, sing, imitate the alien from Alien, and show your favourite movie scene through interpretive dance. By the end we were both dying laughing, and red in the face.
"(Y/N) tr-truth or dare." Mark couldn't contain his giggles.
"Dare!" I smirked evilly and leaned back.
"Alright! Take a shot of vodka every time you laugh- oh wow!" Mark burst out laughing.
"I'm going to get very drunk." I snickered, going to get the alcohol and glasses, when I returned Mark was telling the story of the first time he got drunk.
"And it ended horribly, but anyways, (Y/N)'s back with the shot glasses!" Mark gestured excitedly to me. I sat down in my chair, patting Chica who was laying on the floor.
"Okay, how about we both do this dare?" I looked at Mark.
"Really? We'll both be hammered!" He laughed.
"I don't want my insides to die alone tomorrow." I chuckled.
"Alright, sounds fun." He smiled, pouring his shot glass, while I poured mine. By the end of the stream, I had no idea how many shots we had taken, but it was A LOT. And I didn't remember a thing that happened...