Markiplier X Reader: My Neighbor Is An Idiot

You were humming along to the music that drifted through the speaker implanted in your kitchen wall. The sun illuminated the room and reflected off of the bubbly water that filled the sink your hands were immersed in. A light breeze edged through the open window, barely ruffling your (h/c) hair as you turned to place your now clean dishes onto the marble of the countertop. You spun on your heel and bopped your head to the lively music, the sounds of your neighbors laughing and doing god only knows what drifting over the fence that separated your houses. However, as you got onto your tiptoes in a desperate attempt to return your clean dishes to their rightful cupboards, the sound of something whizzing past your back followed by the sound of glass shattering made you jump a mile.

“What the fuck?!”

The laughter from next-door went silent almost immediately, being replaced with shuffling and quiet cursing. You looked out the kitchen window before wandering over to the doorway to investigate. A foam arrow was lying next to the pile of (f/c) glass shards that used to be a vase. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, you looked over at the sound of your doorbell ringing profusely. You were careful to step over the broken glass that littered the living room floor before opening the front door to see your neighbor panting slightly and looking desperately guilty.

“I am so sorry. We were just filming this video and one of my friends shot over the fence- I am so, so sorry. We can pay for whatever we broke.”

He looked genuinely upset, and you couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips. You were laughing before you could help yourself.

“It’s fine! It’s okay, I promise.”

Mark seemed to relax as you leaned against the doorframe and continued to giggle.

“Honestly, you kind of did me a favor. It was a gift and I really wanted to get rid of it…”

He chuckled as you sheepishly ran your damp fingers through your (h/c) locks. That was certainly unexpected.

“Are you sure?”

You simply nodded, glancing behind him to see his friends nervously peeking from behind the fence. You waved to them and offered a reassuring smile before you looked back at Mark with amused (e/c) eyes.

“Hey, actually I was going to come over and ask if you could show me around town later. If you’re not busy torturing each other and breaking things, of course.”

His face flushed with a vibrant blush, and he was quick to attempt to collect himself.

“Yeah! Yeah, I can do that. Do you just want me to come over when I’m ready?”

You nodded again as you traced his features with your gaze. He was actually really cute. Sure, you had seen him around and chatted when he came over to apologize about noise or losing things in your yard, but you had never really gotten the chance to actually get to know him. Mark looked over his shoulder to see Tyler waving him back to his own property, and he was quick to look back at you with an apologetic expression.

“Uhm, I have to go. Again, I’m really sorry.”

You bit your tongue to hold back your giggles.

“It’s okay. I’ll see you later, Mark.”

His name leaving your lips made a shudder run the length of his spine. It was like you were meant to say it forever. Swallowing the lump that had caught in his throat, he offered you a sweet grin.

“See you, (y/n).”

He jogged over to his friends before pausing and peeking back at you from the edge of the fence.

“Oh, if it’s no trouble, could you throw back any arrows we shoot into your yard?”

Slightly clutching your sides with laughter, you nodded and retreated back into your home. Your back hit the door before you slowly slid down it to rest on the floor with a light sigh. You couldn’t wait to go out with your stupidly cute neighbor.

*~~*

Your feet were lazily resting on the glass of the coffee table as you focused intently on the TV opposite of the room. Taking a bite from the chocolate bar that was dangling between your fingers, you sat up slightly as the ominous music played from the speakers. You never managed to discover what was happening, though, as the doorbell rang throughout your home. Struggling to find the remote within the mountain of pillows and blankets you were submerged in, you finally paused Netflix and rushed to answer the door. Mark was standing on the porch with a smile, his hands in his pockets. You gaped at him for a moment before struggling to put on a cool persona.

“Heyyy! I totally remembered that we were going out tonight. Wow, okay, uhm… Come in! Make yourself at home! I’ll be ready in like five minutes!”

He chuckled as you turned and rushed up the stairs. Entering the home and shutting the door behind him, he scanned the living room. Despite the mess on the couch, it was actually rather clean and tidy. The tile was swept and the coffee table was clean. He smiled at the sight of the picture frame that replaced the vase he had broken before. Your bright features were illuminated as you posed with who he assumed to be your sister. You looked remarkably alike, down to your matching (e/c) eyes and your joyful smiles. You were honestly adorable. He wandered to the shelves that lined the walls beside the TV that held little trinkets and pop culture merchandise. You stumbled down the stairs, now clad in jeans, a loose-fitting shirt, and a beanie that partially hid your disheveled (h/c) locks. The sight of Mark playing with a LEGO building your sister had put together for you made you smile as you slipped on your (f/c) Converse.

“She’s pretty creative, huh?”

After jumping a mile and nearly dropping the object, he quickly put it back on the shelf and turned to face you.

“Yeah! Your sister?”

You nodded before coming over to straighten where it was lopsided against the wall. With that, you offered your arm to your friend and grabbed your keys.

“Shall we, your shortness?”

He laughed and playfully rolled his eyes before locking his arm with yours and making your way out of the house and down the street.

*~~*

You clutched your sides in a fit of laughter as Mark recalled what was happening earlier when they had broken the vase in your house. Your lashes were wet with tears as you continued to giggle about how afraid Ethan had been afterwards.

“You guys…are so ridiculous!”

He chuckled, ignoring the looks the strangers around you offered as you laughed without a care. The world had grown dark around you, the streetlights illuminating your way. He had shown you the best places to eat and some things to do in your free time before you grabbed dinner and coffee. After spilling the hot liquid on your shoes, you decided you should go home before you broke anything you couldn’t afford to fix. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you shook your head and found yourself leaning into his side.

“Ohh, that’s amazing.”

Mark hesitated for half a second before he brought his arm around your shoulders. You immediately let yourself cuddle into his side in an attempt to fight the looming cold. He was glad you couldn’t see the vibrant blush that assaulted his features as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“Just don’t break anything else in my house, yeah?”

He chuckled as you both approached your home and made your way up to the porch.

“I can’t promise that.”

Your smile warmed his heart as you found your doorstep and pulled away to fully face him. Locking your hands behind your back and rocking back and forth on your heels, you bit your cheek at how cliché the moment was.

“Thanks for taking me out. I had a really good time. Even with wet feet.”

You both laughed joyfully before silence seemed to envelop the area. Mark sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he contemplated hugging you goodnight or not. You were quick to playfully roll your eyes and step forward, though.

“You’re supposed to kiss me, you idiot.”

Your tone was lighthearted as your arms slithered around his neck and you barely got onto your tiptoes. He relaxed as one of his hands came up to cup your cheek and his lips collided with yours in a tender kiss. Your smile never seemed to fully disappear, and you found yourself kissing him back momentarily before pulling away. His brown eyes were alight with adoration as you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose.

“Goodnight, Mark.”

He pecked your lips again in an attempt to prolong the moment. He would be lying if he said he wanted it to end.

“Goodnight, (y/n).”

Kissing you once again, you giggled as you playfully shoved him away.

“I’m right next-door, you idiot.”

He blushed and chuckled along with you before making his way back down the path that led to your porch. You watched him disappear behind the fence before you wandered back inside the warmth of your home. After cleaning your living room and gathering your pillows and blankets, you stumbled upstairs and to your room where you began to get ready for bed. However, the sight of a figure waving at you from the window across your yard made you pause and fully open your curtains. Mark was smiling from where he stood at the window opposite of yours, a whiteboard in his hands. You had to squint to read it, but the words made your heart flutter:

Coffee tomorrow??? I still owe you for the vase <3

You giggled before searching for your own thing to write on. After finding your largest sketchbook, you scribbled down your message and pressed it against the glass.

How could I say no <3

He had never looked happier as he quickly erased his message and wrote another.

6:00??? The carnival is in town too!

You grinned lovingly as you turned a page in your book and messily scribbled your reply.

It’s a date you idiot ;D

With that, you shot him a wink and pulled your curtains shut. You didn’t manage to see his last message.

Is it too early to say I love you??? <3