I'm with you (Markiplier x Reader)

Chapter Four

You can also taste the blood, you almost gag but you're not sure you're capable of doing so. You're not sure you're capable of doing anything.

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It had been nearly a week since you first met Mark and you feel as though you've been friends with him forever. You could tell him anything and he would listen, this was handy when you'd had a bad day at college and needed to vent. And he'd ask you to watch his videos before he uploaded them, which was an amazing responsibility. He'd sit next to you as you watch them and glance at you every so often to see your expression, you guessed it was just because he felt self conscious.

"Would you like to record a video?" He asked out of the blue.

"Um, sure," you try to act casual and mask your excitement but he could see right through your act.

"I believe I was promised a game of just dance?" You groaned.

"Maybe I've changed my mind," you weren't ready to dance in front of millions.

"Come on Y/N, please," Mark whined then smirked as he got an idea. "I'll be wearing these."

He held up his pair of black and pink booty shorts. Fuck it.

"I suppose we could," you reluctantly agree, annoyed that he could win you over so easily.

"I knew you can't resist my sexy body," Mark winked that exploded your ovaries and passed you some clothes before walking out. "Wear these."

You held up the items in question after you'd shut the door. A luminous pink vest and black shorts. You roll your eyes but change anyway, he wasn't going to change his mind.

You open the door and spin around before striking a pose.

"How do I look?"

"You look hot- I mean you look fabulous, let's go," he said in a rush, trying to cover up the fact that he just called you hot. He must've got dressed out here as he was wearing the shorts and the blue sports bra he'd worn in the Zumba video. You tried to refrain from staring at his butt as you followed him downstairs.

"You're lucky my Mum isn't here to see these outfits," you laugh, really glad she had to go out.

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"There's not enough room for both of us to dance," you gesture to the crowded game room.

"We could take the couch out," Mark suggested.

"Okay," you agree that that would be the best idea.

After having to manoeuvre the sofa so it fit through the doorway you finally managed to get it in the hallway. Mark showed off his strength several times purposefully making you blush. He's such a dick sometimes.

"I'll get it set up then we're ready to go," Mark connected some wires to the wii and propped up his camera.

"Ready?" He asked and stood up after setting everything to record.

"Yup," you said even though you were pretty nervous with the camera on you.

"Hello everybody my name is Markiplier and I'm here with.." He pointed at you.

"Y/N," you strike a pose.

"If you follow me on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook or tumblr you would know I'm staying at her house until Eurogamer. I'll be there on Saturday and Sunday but not Friday because Y/N has college."

"Sorry," you interrupt.

"No need to apologise," Mark smiles at you then turns his attention back to the camera. "We hope to see your smiling faces there. But now without further ado we will dance for your entertainment."

He flicked through the songs until he chose one. You smile to yourself, this was your favourite dance on here.

"Just warning you, I'm pro at this dance," you say growing more confident.

"You're still going down," Mark retorted. You got into the starting position before the dance started and Mark pressed play.

Throughout the dance you hit the moves perfectly and Mark kept getting oks, goods and the occasional perfect. When the results came up he gasped in disbelief.

"But I thought I was doing good," he pouted and looked sad. He was using his cuteness to get sympathy and unfortunately it was working.

"Why don't you choose an easy song?" You say as he picked one you'd never done before.

"I guess it's going to be equal this time," he said while doing some fake arm stretches.

"Oh it's on," you do the same and get ready.

You both were trying hard to get the moves but Mark decided it would be better to shove you out the way halfway through. So, naturally, you push him back. This soon evolved into a full out war of fighting, dancing and laughing. You were so glad when it ended and you could have a breather to hold the finishing pose.

You both awaited the results and were outraged when you drew.

"It's rigged!" Mark exclaimed.

"Yeah, I obviously won," you smirk.

"Idiot," he looks at you fondly.

You both froze at the sound of the door opening. You look at Mark with wide eyes and see the same expression of terror on his face.

"Why is there a sofa in the hallway?"

You think fast and shove Mark behind the door as your Mum appears in the doorway.

"I needed some room to dance," you shrug not exactly lying.

"Well tell Mark his shirt is drying on the radiator in the living room," she said and you watched until she walked into the kitchen.

"The coast's clear," you whisper and Mark emerges from behind the door.

He collected all his stuff up the poked his head round the door. You watch him tiptoe down the hall then dart into the living room, reappearing with his blue flannel shirt. He beckoned for you to follow him upstairs.

After you both were safely in your bedroom with the door closed you finally spoke.

"I don't know what she would've said if she saw you like that," you laugh.

"I think this looks rather fetching," he grinned. "I need to edit the video later then it should be up tomorrow."

You nod with excitement and nervousness, wondering what people will think of you. You know if it were some other girl in the video then you would feel jealous.

"I just need to change," Mark pulled you out of your thoughts. Nodding, you took a seat at your desk and started to arrange some of the drawings that were spread out. You could feel Mark watching from over your shoulder. Wow, he changed quick.

"They're amazing," he commented.

"Thank you," you turned to face him but realised he was still in his boxers, just pulling up his jeans. You murmur an apology and look away.

"No harm done," he chuckles at your embarrassment then leans forward and picks up some you were trying to hide.

"This one's really good," Mark held up one you had drawn of you and him kissing. He looked lost in thought for a moment but moved on quickly before you had a chance to react.

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You lay in bed finding it difficult to sleep again. You couldn't find a comfortable position so you tossed and turned, sighing. It was Eurogamer on Saturday and you'd meet Jack and Aaron. Bob and Wade couldn't come which Mark was disappointed about but you reassured him saying there's always next year. You hoped you could go next year too.

"You need some rest, we'll be in London tomorrow and I know I'll be too excited to sleep."

"Mark, for fucks sake, stop scaring me like that," you recover from your near heart attack. You know he's smiling in the dark. "Fine, I'll try."

"Goodnight, Mark," you've gotten used to saying this and it felt natural, it felt right.

"Night, Y/N."