markiplier egos x reader (platonic/not romantic)

Some personal time between us

You went through everything that had happened. Y/F/N was a great listener. You could go to them about anything and they were always there for you, and for that you were grateful. You tried to do the same.

'I mean, from what you've told me before, it's not that weird. In my opinion, anyway.' They started.

'Yeah, I guess. I've just not had one quite that...bad before. Or at least for a really long time.' You gazed down into your now empty mug. You could feel your friend's eyes on you. You could tell they were worried about you. Then again though, who wouldn't be? As long as you could remember, throughout your childhood, you'd been having...concerningly morbid dreams. But that's all this was. A dream. Perhaps you were foolish to make such a big fuss about it all...

'...Do you want a hug?' You stayed silent for a moment or so, considering what they'd said. You nodded, only slightly, hoping it was slight enough they didn't notice. You did want a hug, you did want comfort, you just didn't want to make a fuss. It wasn't some big thing...

They got up from their seat and walked around the table to sit next to you.

'C'mere.' They said, stretching their arms out for you, pulling you into their embrace. They always gave the best hugs, not too tight but not loose enough so it was awkward. They made you feel safe, and for a moment, all the stresses of life would melt away. You were glad they were okay, though you still felt childish for feeling that way about a petty dream. Were you going mad? After a bit, they spoke up,

'Do you want to talk about it any more?' You shook your head. You didn't want to touch too much on the subject, just thinking about what you had seen made you feel like you were going to heave.

'Is there anything I can do to help?' They asked softly, pulling away momentarily and looking at you. You could see the look in their eyes – they were worried about it. You didn't want to make a fuss. You didn't want to make a fuss. You didn't want them to worry about you-

'I-I don't know...it's all so much, I'm not sure what to think...' You replied, turning you head down to look at your hands in you lap. This was a bad idea, now they were worried and you were here cuddling up to them like a child and-

'Hey. Look at me?' They whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder, shaking it slightly. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' You hesitated, then looked up and your eyes met theirs. What could they do to help you? The dreams your mind conjured up, terrifying as they were, and desperate as you were to fix it, there was no help that could be offered to you. Not from them.

'No, I don't think so.' You shook your head, 'Sorry.'

'Don't worry about it, there's no need to apologize. Just know I'm always here for you if you ever need me, okay? If you want any advice maybe start keeping a diary or writing them down. Every detail, how they make you feel...maybe even write what you did in the day beforehand. Maybe certain things trigger them.'

You spent the rest of the time talking, catching up with each other and listening to each other's advice. They were so easy to talk to, you felt lucky to have friend like them. Experience from the past had taught you that it was no easy task finding one.

'We should do this again sometime, I really enjoyed it. A bout time we caught up.'

'Yeah, this was nice. It was nice seeing you.' You replied. You had missed them.

'Always here if you need anything, 'they smiled at you, patting your shoulder reassuringly before you pulled your coat on and left the café.

The warmth and comfort that had spread across your body from inside was immediately ruined by the heavy rain and cold gale on the street. More pedestrians than you could count hurried past you, trying to get home as soon as they could, like a stampede, huddled together in now shiny coats and dripping shoes. Walking through the ongoing crowd proved to be a challenge. It was a lot busier now, and far easier to bump into one another, especially with the downpour that forced everyone to look down at their feet as they trudged along the sidewalk, shoes squelching in murky puddles. You had always found difficulty with noise. You had always had a liking for quieter areas. When you were still in school at lunchtimes while the others were ranting about the last guy they kissed or screaming at each other while playing football in the pouring rain, you had always preferred solitude. Something had always been so soothing about it. This was not a place where you would choose to be. The rain pit-pit-pattering against the tarmac was deafening, aided by the piercing car horns and the citizens who chattered with each other, all the noises together seeming to blend into one head-splitting sound. You never let others see what you thought though. No matter how chaotic your mind was, you always appeared to be fine.

You were knocked off your feet, falling backwards into a cold pool of gathering rainwater. 'Oh my god, I am so sorry!' They spoke very fast, almost too fast for you to keep up. Their voice was very deep, you noticed. You looked up and saw a large box labelled 'Tactical Shovel' with a lethal-looking shovel of some kind displayed on the front. He carefully placed the box down, looking for a drier area so the water didn't soak through the packaging. He bent towards you and held out his hand to help you up.

'You okay?' He said as you took his hand and he pulled you to your feet. He had dark hair, tanned skin, a patchy beard, glasses...wait a minute.

'Do- Do I know you? I swear I've seen you around...' You knew that you knew this face but you couldn't quite grasp where from.

'Oh! I'm a streamer, you've probably seen me on YouTube or something.' He sounded embarrassed, and he averted his eyes, looking at the ground awkwardly.

'Oh, cool! So, uh, how many subscribers do you have?' You asked, moving over to the package and picking it up. Showing interest seemed to make him perk up a little, and the awkwardness soon went away.

'Uh, well I just reached my 20 million milestone, so- let me carry that for you.' He took the box from you before you got the chance to protest. 20 million? You felt like an idiot now, how did you not know who this guy was? It made sense though, since he was so popular on the web you probably had scrolled past his face a few times before. He seemed nice.

'Congrats! What's your channel?' You asked, genuinely intrigued now.

'Oh, it's Markiplier. Uh, I'm Mark by the way. Probably should've said that first...' He laughed nervously, hoisting the box up into his arms, then turning his head to look back at you.

'Do you want to get a coffee sometime? If you want, of course. I would ask if you were free but...'He nodded his head towards the shovel. 'Well, I need to sort some other stuff out first.' He seemed kind enough. Sure, it did seem a bit odd to go out with a stranger, but what else did you have to do. You did need to get out more, you thought to yourself, and although you had already dismissed it, you still had an itch that you had seen him elsewhere, though you couldn't quite place where. It intrigued you.

'Yeah, sure, that'd be great. When do you...?' You didn't have anything going on this week. Or really anything in the upcoming weeks either. Whenever really, anything worked for you.

'Uh, tomorrow maybe? Like...5-ish?' He looked to you, waiting for an answer.

'Works for me.' You smiled at him, then realized: you were the only one who hadn't introduced yourself. 'I'm Y/N by the way. Don't worry I forgot too.' You laughed, and he laughed with you, which made the whole thing feel a ton less awkward.

'Okay. Tomorrow, 5 o'clock...Gotcha!' He waved goodbye at you and turned to walk away. 'Buh-bye!'

'Bye!' You yelled back to him, trying to get him to hear you over the bustling crowd.