Beyond The Limelight ★ Markiplier X Reader

.*★ 12 ★*.

TW: Light smut. Alcohol consumption

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The two of you stumbled into Marks house, lips connected, feeling tipsy, body's touching in a heated, passionate moment. You both giggled as the door slammed behind you leaving you shrouded in darkness then Mark turned to lock the door and flick the light on, walking back towards you and pulling your waist close to his, pushing his lips onto yours. The pair of you stumbled, still kissing, into the living room and you pushed him gently onto the couch, standing over him for a moment as he looked up at you, eyes half closed, a slightly drunken smile across his face. Trying not to stumble, you straddled him and cupped his face in your hands.

"God you're so fucking beautiful." You whispered, taking in the look of his face, hair rustled, cheeks flushed.

Mark looked a little shocked at this then embarrassed, then flattered. "Nobody's actually ever said that to me before..." he said quietly, looking up at you. "I mean I know some people think I'm attractive, I've seen people say it online but I've never heard it in person."

"Well you are." You said matter of factly. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen." You then bent down to kiss his neck and Mark placed his hands on your hips as you straddled him, making him groan a little. As you kissed and licked his neck, tasting the subtle saltiness of his skin, you felt him move through his jeans, slowly getting hard. In response, you began to gently grind against him to which he gripped your hips harder. Your hands then found their way up his shirt, feeling his bare chest under your palms before he let out a whisper.

"L-listen Y/N..."

"Mmhmm?" You answered, still kissing him.

"We've had a lot to drink... I-I don't think it's a good idea to do this right now..."

You stopped in your tracks and sat up quickly (a little too quickly, your vision blurred for a moment as your eyes adjusted). You felt rejected, upset, both feelings you wouldn't have if you were sober but being drunk just made you more emotional and irrational. You looked at Mark with a stern expression.

"Seriously?" You said, slurring a little.

"I'm sorry it's just-"

Suddenly, Marks words were cut off by his phone ringing in his pocket. With embarrassment, you dismounted him and slouched onto the sofa next to him cross armed as he took his phone out of his pocket.

"Ethan? What's up?" Mark answered, trying not to look at you.

"Mark! You know the bus me and Fizz got on to go home?" Ethan asked. He was very drunk.

"Yeah?"

"Well we crashed." Ethan, Fizz and other voices could be heard from the other end.

"What?!" Mark leaped up out of his chair then flopped back down having leaped up too quickly. Your interest was piqued and you turned to look at Mark aa he spoke on the phone.

"We're safe it was just a small crash. But we have no way of getting home now can we stay at yours? We're only a block away." Ethan explained.

"Of course of course!" Mark stood up again and looked at you. "Send me your location and we'll meet you."

When Mark finished on the phone he explained everything to you. Quickly (or as quickly as you could being as tipsy as you were) you both left to meet Ethan and Fizz at the scene of the crash.

When you approached, you saw the bus, the front left side scraped up and dented, having clearly collided with another vehicle. Luckily, nobody was hurt, but the bus couldn't take the passengers home.