A Collection of Memories (Markiplier X Reader)

Our First Kiss

As I pulled into the driveway, I could see that Wade had already beaten me to Mark's apartment. His car was parked in my usual spot, leaving me to park beside him. I got out of the car and walked to the passenger side, pulling out a bag with various bottles of liquor inside it, along with a box that held enough beer to knock all of Cincinnati off of its feet. I struggled up the stairs with it to Mark's door, then dropped the box to hammer my fist against the door. From inside, I could hear the guys already laughing their ass off at God only knows what. Mark opened the door a moment later, the smile still present on his face.

His eyes went straight for the bag in my hand, and he gasped, "Wade!! She brought the drinks!!"

"Well, hello to you too," I laughed, kicking the box toward him. "Help me out with this." He eagerly lifted the box and held the door with his foot so I could walk into the apartment before him. With Wade excitedly reaching for the bag, I raced into Mark's kitchen and put everything on the counter. Mark dropped the box next to me, and I pulled a bottle of my favorite wine from the bag. As Wade opened a beer for himself, Mark handed me a wine glass and pulled an even bigger glass out for himself. He mixed himself an Amaretto Sour, just like he always did on these nights.

The plan was to just have fun tonight. We had all been busy, and could use the break. The only rule we had tonight was that if we decided to play games, Mark was not allowed to record. He needed the break just as much as the rest of us, and I refused to leave him with videos to edit with a hangover the next morning.

We hung around in the kitchen for a while, joking and laughing and drinking to our hearts content. We had all just begun to get a little tipsy, when Wade made the first suggestion of the night. "Hey guys," he said, "Why don't we go do something?"

"Like what?" Mark laughed, downing the last of yet another Amaretto Sour.

"Just Dance," Wade grinned, glancing at both of us in turn.

"Hell no," I stated, shaking my head. "I can't dance at all."

"Like any of us can actually dance," Wade laughed, "Especially in this state." As he stumbled toward me, he grabbed another beer from the fridge and cracked it open, as if to emphasize his point.

"I'm in," Mark said, looking to me. "Come on, it'll be fun."

And then, before I knew it, I was dancing in front of the both of them to Nicki Minaj's, "Starships." The boys sat on the couch behind me, whooping it up like a couple of hormone-driven teenagers, and laughing at the way I blushed. Nevertheless, I kept up my dancing and ended up getting five stars on the song.

"Damn," Wade commented as I handed him the remote for his turn. "I thought you said you couldn't dance?"

"Well," I shrugged, blushing again as I sat beside Mark on the couch. I laughed it off and reached for my glass of wine while Wade picked out his song.

I wasn't aware of Mark's gaze on me until I glanced at him to find him staring. He grinned at me and I smiled back, but I could feel my cheeks heating up again, so I quickly looked down at my feet. The music started up, and Mark slid a little closer to me. "That was amazing," he whispered, just low enough that I could barely hear him over the music.

"Thank you," I laughed, brushing it off as just a sweet compliment from one of my best friends.

"I didn't know you could move like that," he continued, leaning forward as if to force me into making eye contact with him. My eyes caught his, and I blushed as hard as ever. He noticed and grinned, proud of himself. "I mean it. You're a great dancer."