My YouTube Gamer Boyfriend (A Markiplier Fanfic)

Moving In

I threw my bags in the trunk of the taxi and took one final look at the airport. This is it. This is home now. I slowly closed the door and let out a sigh of worry. My finger graced the inside of the car door as I looked outside. I couldn't believe my eyes. The streets were buzzing with life. Couples eating, people walking their dogs, fashion at every corner. I fiddled with my watch, adjusting it to the new time.

"You're new here, aren't you," the driver asked inquisitively, "or were you on a business trip."

"Oh no sir, I'm new!"

"Yeah you have the look," he said with a chuckle, "you seem a little young to be coming out here by yourself. You got family out here?"

"No sir I don't," I said nonchalantly, "I came here to make a name for myself!"

He looked at me in the mirror before mumbling, "you and all the other kids."

We had finally arrived at my apartment building and the moving truck had beat me to it. I paid my fare and waved to the driver.

"Good luck out here," he called out joyfully as he pulled away.

I walked over to the moving truck to find a pissed looking driver. Well this isn't good. I knew I was late but not by much, right?

"Hi guy-"

"We've been waiting for over two hours," he said angrily.

"I'm sorry guys I-"

"So the wait will be $500."

Say what now?!

"I only came here with $500," I said in a panic. Great first day here and I'm already screwed.

The driver looked at me with understanding eyes and agreed on $200, but bringing my items in would cost extra. I looked at my wallet and decided to bring them in myself. I need to find a bank and soon, money goes quickly here. Maybe I should've planned this out better.

While my stuff was dropped on the front steps, I went inside the building to get my room key.

"And what is your name Miss?"

"Oh it's (your name)."

She laughed wickedly as she handed me my key.

"Oh I feel sorry for you (y/n)!"

I looked at her, puzzled and concerned. She realized and quickly stopped laughing.

"Is there something wrong with the room," I asked as she handed me the key.

"Oh not your room," she said trying to suppress fits of laughter, "your neighbor!"

"What's wrong with my neighbor?"

"The first three months we got complaints of screaming from neighboring apartments," she said before laughing again, "people thought there was a serial killer in here!"

"Well, what was going on?"

"You seem pretty young, have you ever heard of Five Night's at Froggy's?"

"Freddy's?"

"Yeah there we go! Well he said he was raging and recording it or some crap. He rarely leaves that apartment. Handsome man though, deep voice," she looked at me and continued, "the room is sound proof now though, you should be alright."

Wow a gamer just like me! Maybe we could do a collab!

The receptionist continued once again, "he screams 'fuck you' a lot though," she leaned in and whispered, "we think he's a little crazy."

People will never understand the struggle of playing rage games I suppose.

I put the key in my pocket and stepped outside to start moving my things. I groaned when I remembered I had brought a couch. Struggling, I tilted the couch and shoved it in the elevator. It was cramped. Please ding please ding I can't breathe in here!

After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator finally opened revealing a brightly lit corridor. The sofa slammed onto the floor with a thump that made me jump. I hope I didn't disturb anybody,

The sound of wood scraping wood painfully entered my ears. Why me?! Every movement made a sound, no matter how hard I tried to stay quiet it was no use. Not to mention the couch was heavy!

I collapsed in a tired heap. My hair was all over the place in a more than just messy bun and the rest of me just looked disheveled. Moccasins, joggers, and my go to YouTube logo hoodie. But what did it matter? No one was going to see me anyway.

I got up to start pushing the couch again when I heard a door open. Dammit I did make too much noise! I tensed up and slowly turned to apologize, but a voice beat me to it.

"Why hellooooo there!"

"I'm really sorry s-"

No. Way. I turned to see a man, hair slightly messy, muscular, and wearing wire framed glasses. No no no. I'm dreaming! Yeah you're dreaming!

"Need some help there," he looked at the couch and smiled at me.

I was frozen in shock. I rubbed my eyes several times, but the image wouldn't go away. He was wearing an open red flannel and pajama pants, minecraft cup in one hand.

He came closer to me and handed me his cup as I stood in awe.

"You need someone strong for this! I'm guessing you're the new neighbor?"

"Y-yes."

He pushed the sofa in with ease as I tried not to stare.

"Brought anything else?"

"I-I have b-bags downstairs."

"Right on it!"

As the elevator closed, I ran intoy new apartment and jumped on the sofa. MY NEIGHBOR IS MARKIPLIER! PLAY IT COOL PLAY IT COOL. HELL I CAN'T PLAY IT COOL!

He came back a few moments later, dropping off the rest of my belongings. He began buttoning his shirt.

"Sorry for the...indecent exposure," he said laughing. I handed him his cup and he smiled at me pleasantly. He then looked over at the couch and uttered a "may I?" I allowed it, I mean it's Mark after all.

"That box over there was pretty heavy," he said taking a sip out of his mug, "if you don't mind me asking, what's in there?"

"Oh just my computer and other stuff for gaming."

"You have a channel?"

"Y-yeah I do. It's a little thing, only 3, 000 subscribers or so."

I opened up the box and looked at him to find him sitting there watching me. I quickly averted my gaze back to the box.

"Well 3, 000 is a great start! I do gaming videos too, best decision of my life," he said drinking from his cup once again, "we should collab sometime! I'm guessing you already heard how I'm dellusional or something. Damn you Foxy!"

Collab?! With Mark?! I was squealing on the inside.

He stood up from the sofa and smiled at me once again, "I guess I should start heading back, gotta record and edit before 3."

"My name is (y/n)"

"Well that's the prettiest name I've ever heard. (Y/n). I like the sound of that. I'm Mark." He winked and shut the door with a 'buh-bye'.

I started running around my apartment, dancing a happy dance. Clicking my heels, and probably looking psychotic, but I didn't care. My neighbor was Mark Fischbach.