Beyond The Limelight ★ Markiplier X Reader

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Authors note:
As predicted I am quite hungover so bear with me if this part seems kinda aimless or short. Also I discovered that smoothies actually aren't that great of a hangover cure so yeah don't do that 👍🏻

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"Oh my god what happened!?"

Mark shot up off the sofa as you walked into the living room looking defeated. Your left cheek was bruised and your bottom lip bleeding and swollen, there were speckles of blood dropped onto your shirt from when Zola got on top of you, her nose bleeding. You tried to find the words to explain.

"It um... didn't go well." You said as Mark stood in front of you. He placed a hand on your chin and moved your head to the side, examining the damage closely. His eyes darted over your features and a look of concern was plastered over his face making you feel butterflies as he showed how much he cared for you.

"Let me get the first aid kit and some ice, do you need anything else?"

You shook your head.

"Okay go sit down I'll be right back."

You sat on the sofa, Henry sat on the floor chewing a toy and Chica sat next to you, sniffing you curiously, tail gently wagging. You smiled, petting her gently and she rested her head on your lap as you sighed, looked around and thought about the events that just unfolded. Never in a million years did you think that you'd end up in a fist fight with your best friend but here you were. Face throbbing, the taste of blood in your mouth, the embarrassment and shame you felt from lashing out like that in public. You'd never been more angry in your life, it must've just been all the emotions you'd bottled up over the weeks suddenly coming to a head and finding a way to escape. You made a mental note to try and not bottle things up anymore if that's how it was going to end.

"Okay tell me what happened." Mark walked in with a first aid kit and a bag of ice wrapped in a hand towel. He sat down next to you and you turned to face him as he gently placed his hand on your face (the non-injured side) and looked deep into your eyes.

"Well... We met in the park. Exchanged a sort of awkward greeting, then she said she wanted me to tell the truth about me and Josh which I did but she was convinced I was lying and had it in her head that I'm trying to 'seduce' and 'brainwash' him as a way of getting back at her."

Mark took an alcohol wipe from the box. "Okay this might sting a little." He said softly before gently wiping the blood away from the wound on your lip. You shut your eyes tightly as a stinging sensation pulsated through your lip but tried not to flinch. "Alright go on."

"Uhm... yeah and then it got a little heated. She started yelling at me saying I was petty and pathetic and called me a liar, said I was jealous because Josh picked her over me, said I was nothing more than his left over scraps." You sighed. "And... I don't know what came over me. I was just so upset and hurt, it's like everything I'd been feeling since it all happened came flooding back and poured out in the form of just... anger. She shoved me hard and I guess that was the catalyst. I punched her. Then she leaped forward and knocked me to the ground and winded me. And that's when she managed to punch and scratch me. I managed to kick her off of me and then some passers by came to break it up."

Mark began tending to the small scratches on your face with a fresh wipe, each one stinging just a little bit. "I bet she looks worse off than you." Mark said quietly, putting the wipes on the table. "I can't believe she said those things. Did you hurt your back or your head or anything when she knocked you over?"

You shook your head and took the ice Mark handed to you then held it to your swollen cheek, covering the swollen part of your lip too. "I don't think so."