My YouTube Gamer Boyfriend (A Markiplier Fanfic)

Masquerade Charade

Mark swished a glass of champagne around in his glass before guzzling down the last few drops. I let him have a glass on the way to the party. The limo smelled faintly of his cologne. I tried to be discreet, stealing as many glances of him as I possibly could as the ride remained silent.

I wanted to squeal at his appearance, but I distracted myself with Legend Of the Brofist instead, peering over every few deaths to sneak a peek at him. The black fabric clung to his body, perfectly tailored.

"You look absolutely stunning." Mark whispered.

"Thank you," I blushed, "you do too."

"I figured by how much you've been staring at me." Mark grinned.

"I-I haven't been staring!"

"Oh, pardon me! The scenery on my side of the car is much more interesting than yours. My mistake."

"Got that right." I mumbled as I returned to my phone. I could see Mark scooting closer from the corner of my eye, but I ignored it, tapping even harder than I was before.

"Y/N," Mark almost sang as his leg touched mine, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing." I grumbled as my right half became pressed against the door. Mark let out a deep chuckle as I pushed him back towards his seat.

"Wow, that level must be really difficult, huh?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Well," Mark began as he scooted closer once again, "you've died ten times in the span of a few minutes. Is someone distracted? "

"Distracted? Me? Ha! There's nothing to be distracted by."

A finger landed on my screen and tugged my phone down as Mark whispered in my ear, "you're distracting me, too."

I quickly swatted Mark's hand away before he could rest it on my thigh. I would have complimented him, but he didn't need the ego boost, especially in his more loose state.

"No one can resist Markimoo, babe. I think you know that better than anyone." Mark chuckled.

"Want to bet?" I burst out instinctively.  A wave of regret instantly followed as Mark's grin grew into something mischievous.

A darkness grew in Mark's eyes.

"What's the wager?" Mark smiled.

"Never mind. I don't like gambling." I nervously laughed.

"Or you're just aware you'll lose." Mark mumbled.

"I would not!"

"Would too."

"You know what, Mark? Fine! I bet I'll be able to resist you." I said as I held my hand out for him to shake.

I knew I had made a mistake once Mark's hand enveloped mine as he placed a delicate kiss on my knuckles. A tingling sensation shot through my body, but I let it pass.

Mark's eyes stared into mine as the limo halted.

"Mr. Fischbach," the driver chimed in nervously, "we're here."

The driver exited the vehicle, leaving Mark and I alone.

"You know y/n," Mark said as he leaned closer to me and brushed a piece of hair behind my ear, "I never lose a bet."

And with that he shut the door behind him and came around to open the door on my side. I leaned my head back against the seat and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. This was going to be a long night.