Beyond The Limelight ★ Markiplier X Reader

TW: smut

Authors note:
Hi y'all! Since I haven't uploaded in a couple of days I figured I'd treat you to a lil sexy time teehee (sorry if you don't like smut).

Later that evening, while Mark was filming a video, you decided to take the opportunity to unwind and relax after what had been such a stressful day. The first step: take a shower. The house felt calm and comfortable, the sky outside dark, the house lit up with lamps and ambient lighting, Marks voice echoing faintly through the walls. Despite the stress of earlier and the tenderness of your lip and cheek, you began to settle and tried to relax into the evening.

The water was warm, the bathroom filled with steam, fogging up the shower door and mirror. You took your time, feeling the water hit your body and your muscles relax, lathering yourself up with soap, washing your hair with care, then simply stood there and recounted the events of the day, letting the thoughts wash over you and drip down the drain with the soapy water. As awful as it was getting into such a heated conflict with Zola, you did feel a sort of sense of closure. It wasn't the answer you wanted, realising that Zola didn't really feel guilty, but the fact that their relationship is clearly not going well given Josh's lingering obsession with you did give you a sense of smugness.

When you were done, you got out, dried yourself off, wrapped a towel around yourself and dried your hair using the hair dryer in the bathroom. Feeling relaxed, your hair freshly washed, soft and smelling good, you looked at your reflection in the mirror for a few moments, leaning forward to examine your injuries. The swelling on your cheek had already gone down significantly thanks to the ice pack Mark gave you and the steam from the shower, only leaving it slightly discoloured. Your lip still had a cut on the left side and was slightly swollen and tender but surprisingly, you didn't look bad. You thought back to what Mark said.

"I think you look cool. Rough and rugged. It suits you."

You smiled to yourself, shook your head and then opened the bathroom door. Marks voice could still be heard through the walls, he was still filming, but it sounded like he was doing his outro. You walked into your bedroom, got changed into a white vest top and some comfy shorts, and then made your way downstairs into the kitchen to make yourself a drink.

As you stood, hand on the counter, sipping a glass of refreshing icy water, you noticed the plates from dinner still sitting next to the sink so you took the opportunity to put them in the dishwasher, opening it up and bending down to put them on the bottom shelf. At that moment, Mark walked into the kitchen, saw you, and tried not to let his eyes linger, pausing for a moment.

"Hey." He said as he walked over to the fridge.

You jumped, slightly startled, then stood up.

"Oh my god you scared me." You said, placing a hand over your chest and laughing a little. You reached down and shut the dishwasher then turned to Mark. "How'd the filming go?"

"Pretty good. I'm in the middle of playing this five nights at Freddy's fan game." He grabbed a can of Pepsi, shut the fridge, then turned to face you. He looked you up and down, drinking in your appearance, noticed the way your top hugged your figure and tried not to focus on the fact that you quite obviously weren't wearing a bra.

"Oh cool!" You said, walking over to the kitchen island and leaning on it, sipping your water. "Can't wait to see it when it's uploaded." You smiled.

"How's the uhh..." Mark gestured to his face. "The battle wounds."

"Oh it's fine. My lips still a little tender but it's better than it was." You walked over to the sink and poured the leftover ice into the drain then rinsed out your glass. Marks eyes followed you and you and you could feel his gaze. "You okay?" You asked, looking at him briefly before putting the glass away.