What's The Wifi Password? [Various x Reader]

… Markiplier.
 

You cocked your head to the side, squinting like Castiel.

“In a way, I did,” you stated sarcastically. “You were, in fact, hovering over me in my room and woke me up.”

“Ah, yes, I suppose you’re right.”

“Also, what the hell is Markiplier doing in my fucking room?”

“I, uh, have no idea.”

You stared at him, narrowing your eyes until they were only slits, tilting your head up a bit to see him better.

Suddenly, a spark of light flashed through the gloomy night sky, startling you, and apparently the famous YouTuber sitting at the other end of your bed.

You looked at your window, mentally contemplating whether it’s worth it to get up and sit next to the window or not. You did enjoy storms at the best of times.

Deciding to ignore Mark and give in to the mental battle, you turn to let your legs dangle off the side of your bed, hopping off onto the floor of your room, walking over to the single window on the West wall and looking out.

“Do you like storms?” You heard Mark ask from behind you.

“Sometimes, not always,” you said, shrugging slightly. You didn’t bother to turn and look at him as you spoke. He hummed in reply.

You sighed and closed the curtains, blocking the lightning from flashing through the thick glass of the window. You turned back to Mark, as you decided it’d be lame to call him by his YouTube title, and went back to your bed, not making any conversation with him at all.

“So, uh…” he tried to speak, but you shushed him.

You sat on your bed huddled up, waiting for any sounds of thunder. After about a minute, you heard the crackle that shook the ground, nodding your head and turning your attention to Mark.

“You can talk now,” you said.

“What is there to say?”

“You could try to explain how you got in here.”

He chuckled a little nervously, “I honestly don’t know.”

You gave him an 'I am not amused' expression, eyes half-lidded as you looked up at him.

“Fine,” you said, getting off your bed again, heading to the closet and pulling out a pillow and blanket, tossing them on the floor next to your bed.

“You can sleep on the carpet,” you said. You felt guilty for forcing him to sleep on the ground, but it’s not like you had a choice. It’s either the floor or the uncomfortable couch downstairs, which is a lot less comfortable than the floor.

But Mark didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed a little excited.

Okay, he literally just shouted, “Sleepover!” and fell off the bed.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to conceal your laughter.

“Ohhh, so you can laugh,” he said, turning onto his side facing you, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Yes, I can laugh, now be quiet, you might wake someone up,” you waved your other hand then crawled into your bed. Closing your eyes and drawling out a, “’Night,” to Mark, he replied with slightly more enthusiasm than you then he closed his eyes as well.