Beyond The Limelight ★ Markiplier X Reader

.*★ 20 ★*.

"AAAAAAHHHH WHAT THE FUCK?!" Fizz screamed, covering her eyes.

"I AM SO SORRY!" You yelled, scrambling to compose yourself, Mark doing the same.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" She screamed again, stomping her feet, cringing.

"Fizz-" Mark started.

"No!" She peeked through her fingers to see you both standing there, now fully clothed. "OH MY GOD YOUR ZIPPER."

Mark looked down. "Oh shi-" he turned around and did his fly up.

"OH MY GOD?!" She shouted.

"Fizz I can explain." You began.

"You lied!" She said, jabbing her finger at you. "And- and do you realise how many people around the world are going to be looking at this exact set that you've just been humping all over!?"

"Fizz..." You said, stepping forward.

"And you lied!" She said, and threw her purse at you angrily only for her arm to get caught in the handle, so it just swung around violently before dropping to the floor.

"Come on Fizz it's not like you believed her anyway." Mark said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"No I didn't but it still hurts." She mumbled, furrowing her brows angrily and picked her purse up. The three of you stood there, a good distance apart from each other, silence filling the room. She sighed heavily. "How long has this been going on?"

"Nothing's been going on." You said. "It's just- I don't know."

"So is this like a secret relationship or..."

"No! God no!" You said quickly. Mark looked down at the floor in shame. "We just... this isn't even really a thing. This is only like the third time we've done anything like this."

A heavy silence fell over the three of you for a moment, none of you knowing what to say next. Then, strangely, Fizz's lips curled up into a smile, a small laugh coming out, then she began laughing out loud. You and Mark looked at each other puzzled.

"I knew it!" She laughed. "I fucking knew it!"

Mark shuffled uncomfortably where he stood, looking around, trying to find a place to settle his gaze.

"You two. If this isn't a proper relationship you need to have a talk because you two belong together." She corrected her posture and fixed her hair for a moment. "I'm going to leave you to it now. I trust you not to make a mess of the set. Seriously. Have a talk." She turned to leave then paused, turning back round. "Call me when you're home and I'll be there. We have much to discuss." She turned and left, shutting the door loudly behind her, leaving you both in utter silence. You both turned to face each other with embarrassed looks.

"So much for doing whatever you want without consequence." Mark uttered, walking over to the set and sitting on the stage. You laughed a little to yourself, trying to ease the cringe and embarrassment. "What do you think?" Mark asked as you walked over and sat next to him.

"About what?" You asked, putting your chin in your hands, leaning your elbows on your knees.

"What Fizz said."

Your mouth dried up from nerves, your stomach tense. It's weird how the concept of having sex with the man was exciting but the idea of having a real official relationship somehow scared the shit out of you. Of course you had really strong feelings for him, loved being around him, but were you really ready for a new relationship? You couldn't decide.

"I don't know." You sighed.

Mark began fiddling with his watch strap nervously, eyes down as he spoke. "I think she's right." He said, trying hard to make his voice sound smooth and confident. You looked at him with a slightly shocked expression before he continued. "I think we do belong together." He stopped fiddling with his watch and placed his hands on the stage either side of him. "And... if you'd have me... I think we'd make a really good couple. We're a great team. I love being with you. I'd love to be yours." He turned and looked at you after he spoke, heart racing.