Matt x Mark + Oneshots

The Fight

Matt's Pov🪞

I peered into our neighbour's kitchen window.

 I wasn't stalking, trust me. 

I was..observing. 

I pressed my face to the glass and stared intently at our two neighbours. They were in the middle of eating dinner. Mark was eating slower than my grandmother and Eddie was complaining. Like always. I giggled and ran to the front door. My plan was to convince Mark and Eddie to let me stay with them for the night. 

See, earlier that day, I accidentally fed Ringo chocolate. So now she's sick. And until she gets better, Edd kicked me out of the house. 

"Maybe your "boyfriend" will spare you at his house for the night."

I grumbled and rang the doorbell. I was nervous. If Eddie came to the door, I was cooked. If Mark came to the door, imma charm him with my looks. 

Thankfully, it was Mark. I gave a small squeal as I pulled a bouquet of purple flowers from behind my back. "Salutations sir! I have brought you good wishes!" Mark's face went from pale to bright pink as he took the flowers. "They're very pretty...Thank you, Matthew.." 

I stared at him. He sounded awful. And he looked awful. Usually he was well kept, but tonight he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him with Eduardo when he taunts Edd. 

He was about to close the door on me when I jammed my foot in the doorway. "Something's wrong, sweetie. You look awful..." Mark stared at me and opened the door again. "Come in.." 

I have only been in the neighbour's house once. And that was when I was sick and Mark volunteered to take care of me. I always expected it to be filled with weapons of all sorts. But it was an ordinary house. 

Eddie peered into the living room and nearly choked on his sandwich. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE?!" I winced at the sudden yelling. How could Mark stand living with him? "I'm visiting Mark...No need to yell.." 

I don't think that helped, because Eddie got up from the table and stomped toward us, hands clenched into fist. I shrunk back. I knew Eddie was hostile sometimes, but damn..

Mark stepped in front of me and yelled at Eddie to back off. Soon, it turned into an argument. I just stay in the corner. It gets to a point where Eddie grabs Mark by his collar and yanks him down to his level of height. I wanted to laugh, because it showed how small Eddie was compared to Mark, who was like a foot taller than him. But this was serious, and not a good time for laughter.

I regained my sense of thought and pulled Mark's sleeve. "Please calm down.." My voice was barely a whisper, to which he didn't hear. Eddie's fist shot out toward Mark. I couldn't let him get hurt. So I did the only thing that I could think of.

I got in the way. In the way of two blows to the face.

Mark jumped back, yelling my name once. Eddie froze. I fell, holding my face. "My face.." I removed my hands. Blood was stained on them, dripping down from my nose. My left eye was throbbing with pain. 

Mark pulled me up and examined my face. "It's not broken..But let's get you cleaned up.." We walked past Eddie, Mark shooting him a death glare. 

I hung onto Mark and buried my face into his neck. I was punched in the face once before, by my ex-friend Tord...But he didn't draw blood...Blood scared me..

Mark sat me down on his extremely soft bed and ran off to the bathroom to get ice and bandages. With only one good idea, I looked around his room. Books. Books and plushies. I was honestly surprised. Mark doesn't seem to be the person who would collect plushies. 

Mark came back in, carrying a ton of medical supplies. I rolled my eyes. The man was acting like I got blown to pieces. He made me face him as he wiped my face clean. I giggled. "That tickles!" 

I saw Mark give a soft smile, but then it disappeared as he sat the rag down. "I'm going to kill him.." He was about to get ticked again. Not if I have anything to say about it. 

I pulled him down onto my lap and stroked his fluffy blonde hair. "No, you're going to stay here and shower me with your homemade chocolate chip cookies! With a cup of milk!" 

He looked up at me. "Fine.." I smiled and kissed his forehead. "Good. Now. Cuddles then cookie time." Mark didn't hesitate. He tackled me and buried his face in my shoulder. I took his hand and kissed it. Then we both passed out, clinging onto each other like lifelines.