Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Hawt

It was two in the morning and neither of you could sleep. The temperature hadn't cooled down at all outside, so it was smoking hot in the house. Your housemate Mark had turned on the AC, but the News reporters had advised not to leave it on for too long, it could cause a blackout in L.A.

You finally got to the point where underwear and a crop top was hot.

"Ughhhh!" You yell.
"What's wrong?"

"It's so fucking hot, and I don't have anything to wear that's cooler than this." You say plopping down on the couch.

Mark nods his head in understanding, since he was only wearing his boxers. This was probably the only time that you wasn't getting turned on by him.

"I mean, you don't have to suffer. I can just go in my room and you can have the house to yourself. You know...parade around naked and shit."

You smile at Mark. He was having a good time trying to convince you that he'd allow you to walk around the house naked.

"Look at me....do you reallllly think I'm about to walk around naked?"
"I have no problem with your body, I mean it wouldn't be the first time I- uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

You narrow your eyes at Mark.

"Have you been snooping?"
"Ihavenoideawhatyoumeanimgoingintomyroomnowbye!"

Mark runs into his room and slams the door, sending a cool breeze your way.

"Better yet...that idea isn't so bad. It's a lot of places to hide if Mark comes out."

You slowly start to strip down, glancing up at Mark's door every other second. You finally achieved full nakedness.

"Oh my God...feels a bit better. But I feel all sticky..."

You hear a low chuckle come from Mark's room.

"That's because of the humidity." Mark says.
"Shutup."
"Just sayin'. Can I come out now?"
"Nope."
"But it's my house..."

You walk away from the hallway and procced to the living room.

"And its my body." You laugh as you notice how Mark washed the dishes....He didn't.

You hear Mark's door swing open, as if he wants You to hear it.

"Oh god. Mark I'm not playing these games!"

You quickly run to find something, anything, to cover yourself up. Just as you find the drying towel for the dishes, Mark emerges from the living room.

"Why hello there!"
"Bastard."
"Wait...wha?"

You stomp into your room, slamming the door behind you. Jumping onto the bed you cry yourseld into a hot naked mess.

Over your sobbing you can hear the smashing of a glass against the kitchen floor, followed by a distinct clink.

You ignore it and start to pack up your stuff. This was the last straw. Mark had been doing sexual things all summer and you couldn't take it. Being sexy doesn't give him the right to-

Mark suddenly burst into your door.

"(Y/n)!"
"Mark."
"I cut myself."
"Then fix it up with a bandage."
"Nonono. It's not that simple...look."

Mark holds out his arm, a red line went from his wrist to his forearm.

"You've got to be kidding me. Where did you get the red marker?"
"I found it...."
"What the hell was your purpose?"
"To show that you cared enough to stop and look at my arm."
"Mark...it's complicated. I've been saving up for a couple of months and I've decided it's time for me to go. I just can't take it anymore."

"Fine then. Leave. It doesn't matter to me anymore."

There was a long pause while you kept unstacking things from your dresser. Then Mark broke it.

"But...just make sure...who ever you decide to love next...make sure he treats you the complete opposite of me. I'm a stupid, insensitive, sex driven, fuck up."

You smile as you think about how Mark has treated you. But it was time to go. And this time you'd make sure to move in right the right person.

***
As you stepped out into the night's cold air you can hear footsteps behind you.

All of a sudden somebody has a knife to your neck and is breathing down your collar.

"You didn't think you'd leave me that easy...did you my little biscuit?"