Beyond The Limelight ★ Markiplier X Reader

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TW: Alcohol consumption. Slight peer pressure.

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Ethan bought himself a vodka soda, Mark some water and got you an alcoholic drink of your choice too. The three of you sat around, conversing and generally enjoying eachothers company.

"So." Ethan said, leaning forward on the table and looking at you with a cheeky smile. "Mark tells me you're staying at his place for a while."

You raised your eyebrows at Mark who looked a little embarrassed. "Did he now? I wasn't aware you two had talked about me."

Ethan suddenly looked like a deer caught in headlights and felt like he'd said something he shouldn't have. "Well we talked briefly this morning when you were getting ready and he told me you'd be joining us... a-and a little bit when he first met you too."

Mark kicked his shin under the table and shot him an angry look causing Ethan to yelp a little. "I don't know what he's talking about he's crazy." Mark laughed.

You couldn't stifle your smile as you looked at Mark and he blushed.

"Hey if you asked me nicely I would've shut my mouth but you kicked me!" Ethan said, lifting his feet onto his chair to avoid being kicked under the table again. "When Mark first started getting to know you he told me all about you and said he was really looking forward to working with you and he said you were really pretty." Ethan said quickly.

"Did he really?" You said, smiling widely, enjoying teasing Mark like this.

"You little sh-"

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice call from behind you. You turned to see Fizz, at first looking a little dejected then her face lighting up when you turned to look at her.

"Oh hey Fizz what're you doing here?" You asked with a smile.

"I got stood up by yet another Tinder date." She sighed. "Can I join you?"

You looked at Mark and Ethan and they both nodded, smiling. Fizz smiled back and sat in the free chair, you were all now occupying all four sides of a fairly small square table. Mark sat opposite you, Fizz to your left and Ethan to your right.

"Fizz, you know Mark already obviously but this is Ethan. Ethan this is Fizz, she's a set designer for the charity event we're working on." You explained. Ethan smiled then he and Fizz exchanged hellos.

"So what's this about your Tinder troubles?" Mark asked, sipping his water.

Fizz groaned and put her head in her hands. "Don't get me fucking started." She sighed. "I've been talking to this girl for about a month now and she keeps blowing me off. She finally agreed to meet me and she no showed. Then the girl before that would ghost me out of nowhere only messaging when it was convenient. And the girl before that ghosted me after we hooked up... am I meant to just be alone?"

The three of you all responded with some version of "No! Of course not!" At the same time. To which Fizz sighed again.

"I need a drink, I'm getting us all shots."

"Oh I'm alright thanks, I'm allergic to alcohol." Mark said politely, holding up his water.

Fizz dropped back into her seat. "My mom has an alcohol allergy but it doesn't stop her. A shot of vodka will be fine, it doesn't have many histamines. Just one? I want to feel... unified."

Mark smiled. "Alright one and I mean one. And if I get some sort of reaction or have a heart attack you're paying my hospital bill."

Fizz smiled brightly then walked up to the bar to order shots.