Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 46

Hearing the sounds of birds chirping, my mind awaken a little, but my eyes didn't open. Shifting onto my side, I felt around my area to feel another body in the bed with me. I shoved it, and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over my cold body.

"Andrea, get out of my bed....." I mumbled into the duvet, which was basically inaudible. But, there was a deep grumble that followed as a response. That's was not the respone I was looking for, and I was certain that it wasn't Andrea. Then, hands wrapped around me suddenly.

Putting two and two together, my curiosity made me open my eyes to check where I was at. And by the looks of it, I was sure I wasn't in my room because of how different the walls looked. I rubbed my eyes before looking around me, and the room I was in was not mine. It was a mess with clothes and food all over it, and my room is fairly clean. I looked over to my side of see a ninety-five percent naked pale body beside me. And that's when I started to freak out.

I jumped out of the bed immediately, then after a few seconds, realized that I was completely naked. The body turned around and woke up and faced me before putting on it's glasses. I yelled as soon as my mind registered who it was.

"CRAIG?!" I sheriked. I startled him, but I didn't care. But then I realized I was still nude. I grabbed my clothes from the ground and covered my exposed body before doing anything else. He also did the same and used the heavy cloth to cover his body.

"Wh-wha, (Y/N-N)?" He said.

"What? H-how did I end up in your bed? W-what happened last night?"

"I-I-I I don't know. How did you end up in my bed? Do you remember anything?" I shook my head no, panicking a slight bit. "Why are we naked?"

"I-I don't know. Did we do anything freaky last night?" Looking at our surroundings, all the blood in my face went in an instant as I saw a open condom wrapper on the floor. With shaky hands, I pointed to the peice of plastic, alerting Craig.

"I guess we did, but hey, at least we used protection." He forced a chuckled, trying to brighten up the mood. But his attempted wasn't helping me relax. I was still in full out panic mode, and couldn't calm down.

Then, what really hit me was Mark. What happens if he finds out about this? What happens if he leaves me because I had a one night stand with a co-worker of mine? How's is he going to react to this if it gets out? My breathing started to speed up and I held my hair up. I was panicking too much, but I can't stop. I can't stop these thought swirling around my head. I'm guessing Craig noticed that I was having a small panic attack because me grabbed me into his arms. He held me tight, and at the moment, I do not care, I just needed someone to calm down.

"Calm down (Y/N)," He reassured me while rocking me back and fourth. I don't care that Craig was someone that I worked with, something who I have no knowledge of, but I needed this, badly.

"Calm down and then we'll talk about what the hell happened." I attempted to nod in reply. He kept on rocking me for a few minutes until I came down from that high. Craig helped me pick up my clothes, and told me go change in the washroom. I did so, and tried to calm my breathing while I was changing. I came out of the washroom minutes later, only to sit down beside him on his bed.

"So," He was dressed as well. "Do you remember anything that happened?" He asked.

"Um..." I strached my head, trying my hardest to drink. "There was the fight....and the cops came....and then we're at the restaurant....that's all I remember." I responded. "We probably had a lot to drink since I can't remember anything else..."

"Well, I remember that you got really drunk, and started to dancing on the table.....very sexually...." I snorted. "And you got very touchy with me, even though I tried to pry you off of me."

"That's nice of you to do so," I said.

"I know, I'm a gentleman." Craig wiggled his eyebrows, which made me chuckle. "But yeah, other than that, I don't know what else happened after that." I nodded, understanding where he's coming from.

"And seeing that we ended up in the same bed with each other, nude and with a condom wrapper on the floor, that could only mean we got freaky under the sheets."

"Yeah....." I sighed, mentally slapping myself because of how stupid I was last night.

"But everything's ok, we did use protection." I nodded.

"But listen," I starte, getting up and holding Craig by his shirt. "This is only between the two of us. If this somehow slips out, I'm going to rip off your balls, season them with salt, pepper, any other seasoning there is, bake them in a three-fifty degree oven for thirty five minutes and then feed them to you with 24k gold plated chopsticks. And that's not a threat, it's a promise." He nodded furiously as I let go of his shirt, grabbing my purse that was on the shelf.

"I'm trusting you to keep this between us." I said, mid-way through the door.

"I promise." I turned back around and left the bulding, going back into my own and up to my room.

There, I saw Rachel sitting on her bed, tying away on her computer. She looked like her normal self, hair in a messy bun, oversized T-shirt, and shorts, no makeup on and with her glasses on. But from afar, the buries from the fight were visible. She even had an ice pack on her thigh. I wonder if she's ok.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked while jumping onto my bed.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" She responded, not removing her eyes from the screen.

"The bruises. You have an ice pack for crying out loud. Did you get hurt badly?"

"It's nothing (Y/N). I'm fine, really." The half, half girl finally turned to look at me, adjusting her glasses. "But now it's my turn to ask questions. Where were you? Andrea and I was worried sick all last night, even though she fell asleep early." She pointed to the red head still sleeping on the floor.

"I was just visiting a friend." I lied, which made me feel guilty. I hated lying to my friends, it just makes me sick to my core. "But I'm alright."

"You sure? You're a mess." Rachel raised am eyebrow.

"I'm always a mess. Now, what are you working on?" I leaped over Andrea to see what she was doing on her computer. It was just the homework that Mr. Seven gave us, which I still have yet to do, and which is due tomorrow.

(AN: Before you ask, yes, I feel so much better. But I do still get teary eyed when I hear about Jonghyun's death. Honestly, he looked as he would be my bias, that's if I did know him before he died. And of course, I still bawl my eyes out when I hear 'MAMA' by J-Hope. That's song is just too much for my smol black heart to handle. But ANYWAYS

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In the next chapter.

BUH-BYE!!!

-Tasha.)