Stuck in Your Head - Markiplier x Male Reader

Chapter Two

(Y/N):
    I was worried about Mark. He was acting especially weird yesterday, but I saw a downfall in his energy for the past few months. It made me anxious thinking about it. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't want to force anything out of him. I knew, in time, he would come to me if he needed. I just wish I had at least a clue of what was wrong, so maybe I could help him. Send him some good vibes maybe.
    I sighed, and decided to smoke. Mark never liked weed, but I did. It helped with anxiety and gave me an appetite. I grabbed my tie dyed glass bong and my metallic grinder and the red silk pull string bag I used to hide my weed in. It was legal here in California, but I still wanted to hide it, just in case. I opened the pouch and put a nugget of weed in the grinder and twisted it shut. When I opened it again, I picked the grind up weed and packed it into the bowl. I grabbed the black lighter I used and lit the drugs and sucked in for a few seconds. As I heard it bubble, I pulled the bowl out and sucked in hard, feeling the hot smoke in my throat. I held for ten seconds, then blew out. I coughed a bit, then did the process all over again until I smoked the whole nugget.
    I put all my weed stuff back in its proper place, and grabbed an incense stick and lit it, taking the weed smell away from my room. I could feel my eyes getting red when Mark walked out of his studio.
    He chuckled a bit to himself and walked past me to our front door. "I'm going on a run. I'll be back in an hour," he said.
    "Okay," I responded, very very high. I walked back into my room and changed into my comfy clothes: a tie dye black sweatshirt and rainbow tie dye sweatpants. I sat at my desk, opening my laptop. I saw Mark from my window, and by the Gods he looked so good in what he was wearing.
    Yes, maybe I had a little bit of a crush on Mark and it definitely came out a lot when I was high. I couldn't help it! He was so sweet and humble and an all around great guy with the best laugh and smile. He really cared for people and you could tell he loved you when he looked at you. I want to tell him how I feel but I don't want to ruin our friendship. Plus, I have a slight feeling he's straight. But something in me says he's not. I'll never be able to know unless he actually tells me. Maybe I'll come up with a round about way of asking.
    I looked back at my laptop and opened Google, scrolling through random things. I didn't have work, and I finished my school work for the time being, and didn't really have anything else to do. I decided to watch a movie while I wait for Mark to come back. I closed my blinds and brought my laptop to my bed, turning out the overhead light and turning on my LEDs, letting them slowly fade out into different colors. I picked (Y/Favorite Movie) and snuggled into my pillows and blankets. I felt my eyes get heavy as the movie started, and let them close. I fell asleep.

    When I woke up, it was dark outside. I could still feel the effects of the weed, but it wasn't as strong. The movie was over, so I closed my laptop and put it back on my desk. I walked out of my room, seeing Mark and Ethan in the living room playing a game.
    "Hey, (Y/N)!" Ethan greeted, his eyes glued to the screen.
    "Hey Cherry," Mark said, his eyes also not leaving the screen. Whenever he called me 'Cherry' it made butterflies go off in my stomach. I loved it when he called me that.
    "Hey guys," I responded, yawning and stretching. I went to the kitchen and cooked some mac n' cheese. I listened into the conversation as they played probably some rage game. They were yelling at the screen, the joy sticks on the controllers making a clicking sound as the smashed buttons. I shivered, and pulled a hood on my head. Once it was done, I walked over to the couch and sat next to Mark. Being high made me extra friendly, so I inherently cuddled up next to him for warmth. I could feel him stiffen, then lean back and relax. I watched them play as I ate my mac n cheese, giving Mark an occasional bite if he asked for it. I always loved watching him play games. It was funny watching him get angry over him failing over and over again, but I always made it apparent that I was always there if he needed to calm down.
    It was late at night once Ethan left, and Mark was cleaning up the games they brought out and put the controllers away. I put my dish away, and I decided to pop the question.
    "Hey, Peach? Could I ask you something?" I was kind of nervous, which was rare especially while high.
    "Yes of course," Mark responded. "What's up?"