((also i just couldn't crop matthias out, look at him))

You huffed and puffed your way from the moving van to the elevator then down the hall to your new LA apartment. Adding the box to the pile, you smiled, finally it was all up here. Your co-worker/roommate was moving in tomorrow, so you had the house to yourself tonight. Unfurnished. Alone. Not fun. But then you perked up when you realized that one of your favorite YouTubers, Markiplier was hosting a charity livestream tonight, and suddenly you had plans for the next twelve hours.

Settling down on the only piece of furniture in your house, an armchair, you pulled out your laptop to pull up the livestream website. You even pitched in $20 of your own as he cheerily began the introduction. Sitting by him was Matt and Ryan, and this time he had Jack on Skype/facecam live. Somehow.

A few hours in, Matt and Ryan were sent out to pick up pizza, leaving just Mark and Jack. Mark took this time to start one his long inspiring speeches, which had you grinning so hard and tearing up a bit. Then he went back into online GTA V, attempting to steal a military jet with moon gravity and a big head cheat of some sort. He went to thrust his fist up in the air once he had secured the jet, but instead his hand hit a shelf, causing a heavy object of some sort to fall on his head.

You winced as Mark yelped, and Jack asked if he was okay through laughter. As this was happening a loud crash sounded next door, piquing your interest. Your new neighbors had been loud the entire time you'd been here but this was ridiculous, it was nearly three am. At this point, you hadn't connected the dots, and kept one earbud in as you walked out of your apartment to knock on your neighbor's door.

"Hold on guys," the Mark on-screen said. "Matt and Ryan must have forgotten their keys, I'll be right back."

Before you could even process the split second between you knocking and someone knocking on Mark's door, the door had been swiftly opened. Stood there was indeed, Mark, clutching his head.

"Hi, can I help you with something?" He politely asked, leaning in the doorway.

"Um, I heard the crash and I wanted to check to see if you were okay." You stammered.

"I just hit a shelf, and a bookend fell on me." He said nonchalantly.

"Yeah. I-I know." You gulped, showing him your phone screen.

"Oh you're a fan?"

"You could say that." It was then that you noticed blood creeping down his neck. "Holy shit Mark, you're bleeding!"

He looked at the hand that was on his head. "Oh jeez." As he ran into the kitchen, you followed, concerned for him.

Mark wet a towel, but couldn't seem to find the cut. "Here, let me." You offered, taking the towel from him.

"Do you mind if we do this on the couch? The fans are going to worry I got kidnapped."

"Yeah, sure."

He sat on the couch, facing the camera and you kneeled behind him. "Okay guys, I'm back. Uh, apparently bookends hurt more than they appear. My neighbor, uh-"

"Y/N." You informed him quietly.

"Y/N! Is tending to my wounds. Turns out the mysterious knocking wasn't Matt and Ryan."

"Or a crazed buttstabber." You mumbled from behind him, pressing the cloth to the small injury.

He chuckled, then repeated your statement so the camera could pick it up. "So Y/N, tell them about yourself, if you want."

"Um well, my name is Y/N. I just moved here today. I have no furniture in my apartment except for a chair. I came over here to ask my annoying neighbor to shut up while I was watching my favorite YouTuber's livestream and it turns out my annoying neighbor is the person holding the livestream." You shrugged over-dramatically.

You could hear Jack's laugh through the speaker. "So you were just like ready to come over here and beat the shit outta him and then it turns out he's Mark." The Irish guy laughed hysterically. "That's great."

"Yeah." You shyly focused back on the task at hand. This couldn't be happening. You were touching Markiplier's head and talking to jackspeticeye. Was this real? "Hey Mark, can I loot your medicine cabinet for Band-Aids?"

"Sure."

"Hold the towel there in the meantime."

"'Kay!"

You shuffled through the cabinet, which was quite disorderly, as if they had thrown stuff in there when they moved in and never moved it. Which, albeit, is what you were probably going to do. As you were walking back with some sort of healing cream or whatever and a box of Band-Aids, you overheard Mark apparently groaning at the chat.

"No! She's not my girlfriend! Didn't you hear her say she just moved in, like 2 minutes ago?"

You rolled your eyes. "Ah, shippers."

"Hey Y/N. Sorry about them."

"Don't be." You giggled, taking your position behind him again. "I understand the need to ship. Markimash, Septiplier, whatever-the-heck-our-ship-name-would-be, its all understandable."

Mark and Jack audibly expressed their indignance at Septiplier, Mark sliding down the couch at Markimash. You looked down at him. "Let me patch you up before you go cringing."

"Fine." He jokingly crossed his arms and once again sat up, leaving against your legs.

"Package says this might sting." You said aloud before applying the cream.

Mark hissed through his teeth, but maintained his composure. You then applied the Band-Aid, and patted it down. "There! All better!"

"Yay!" Jack clapped like a kid through the Skype call, and Mark thanked you.

"Well." You sat back on your feet, feeling awkward. "I guess I should be going then."

"And watch the livestream right next door?" Mark snorted, then patted the couch beside him. "Stay with me!"

"Okay." You smiled, adjusting your position so you could sit beside him. The couch sunk under both of your weights so near, dipping so you two were fairly close.

The front door opened, causing you and Mark to ship around to see who it was. It was the two boys that were sent out for pizza.

Matt cried out, "What the hell did we miss?" As Ryan yelled. "Got the pizza!"

"Hi, I'm Y/N." You introduced yourself. "Your neighbor."