This was fun to do. I couldn’t stop smiling while writing this! It’s pretty self-explanatory, this is a list of what it would be like living next to Mark, Ethan, Tyler, Amy and Katherine. Hope you guys enjoy!
-You begin to question your neighbors sanity.
-At first, you thought they were a bunch of hilarious nut-jobs. Maybe have a few screws loose and you should probably be worried for yourself.
-But after meeting them personally and Mark explaining what he does for a living, EVERYTHING MADE SENSE!
-After meeting everyone, you sort of fell into a sense of understanding and acceptance.
-The first few times you caught the boys in dresses, you couldn’t help but laugh and crack jokes.
-They flipped you off, jokingly criticizing whatever you were wearing at the time.
-Now, when you see Tyler in a massive turkey outfit, you just sip your coffee and wave at them from across the fence.
-They’ve apologized many times for the weird noises coming from inside their house.
-They give you some warning if they’re going to be doing stuff outside. Usually accompanied by Mark’s cooking because he felt bad about the loud music the night before.
-You actually went over and knocked on their door to make sure they were ok after hearing lots of screaming.
-You found out they were just making a video.
-They invited you inside to watch.
-Funniest afternoon of your life. You still laugh about it weeks afterwards.
-Amy and Katherine chat with you over the fence. They ask for cooking ingredients sometimes because Mark and the boys used it in their videos.
-Anything you see through the windows, is entirely restricted to be spoken about between you and them.
-You at first thought they were doing it for fun. (Which they were of course).
-But after watching a few of Mark’s videos and vlogs and live-streams, you’re safe to say you admire Mark and his work even more.
-You donate to his live-streams and he shouts a thank you from the upstairs window.
-You give him a thumbs-up from your side of the fence.
-Ethan sometimes running to your house to hide from the others.
-“They want me to do weird things, (Y/N)! Strange, unnatural things! Don’t let them find me!”
-When this happens, you feign ignorance of Ethan’s location.
-But Mark brings you over home-cooked meals and you give the blue-boy up instantly.
-Ethan calling you over the fence because he doesn’t want to live with these “weirdos” anymore.
-“I’ll sleep on the couch! I’ll rub your feet and clean! I beg you!”
-Him silently crying in your direction and mouthing, “Help” every time they shoot a video outside and you’re watching.
-Tyler is tall enough to see over the fence.
-He leans over the top and chats with you while you’re gardening.
-If you’re having trouble with something in the house, he’ll come over and help fix/move it.
-Chica met you once and now escapes to go see you.
-She’ll sleep on the front mat and wait for you to come to the door.
-Tyler lifts her up so you can pat her over the fence.
-You dog-sit when Teamiplier go away.
-The rest of the street think you’re all nuts.
-Which is fine because you don’t like people coming uninvited to your door.
-They pretty much treat your home like their own. (Within respective reason)
-Mark knocks and enters.
-Ethan just waltzes right in.
-Tyler knocks and waits patiently for you to open the door and allow him inside.
-Whenever something is thrown onto your side of the fence, the boys will try to clamber/jump over to get it.
-This ends in a lot of swearing, sometimes a scrape or two.-Usually you throw it back over. But then it comes back a few more times.
-So you sat on your side of the fence hitting whatever came over with a tennis-racket.
-”Ignore the person on the other side of the fence!” Mark told the camera. “They’re not important! They’re a nobody!” Ethan waved his hand in your direction. “I’m keeping this ball now!”
-Mark’s community have only seen glimpses of you. An arm or the top of your head peeking over the fence.
-But you’re still a huge part of the channel since the boys call out for you in most of the videos that are filmed outside.
-You answer them either with a loud, rude noise or a sarcastic comment that they all laugh at.
-You had pretended to be annoyed when a stray foam arrow had flown through the open window of your kitchen.
-But you couldn’t help but find the whole thing funny.
-“Who the fuck just tried to assassinate me?” “Sorry! We’re really sorry!” “Next time aim better!”
-Being Neighbors with Teamiplier is never dull. There is always something to smile or laugh at, and you have grown close to the bunch of weirdos over the fence.
(A/N): lmao this isn’t Marvel. Nope it is not because I do and can write other things. Kind of. Hey, this might end well because I used to learn German but do not expect much.
Oh, you write for dear Jackaboy? Would you mind writing something in which Reader is the most subscribed German Youtuber (like Jack is the most subscribed Irish one) and his girlfriend and they play something together with Mark and Pewds (preferably Prop Hunt) and every time she dies, she cusses the boys out in German? Calling them things like Pissnelke (Piss Carnation) and Arschgesicht (Ass Face). Yes, those are real German insults. Thanks in advance!
Warnings: Boi there will be multi bilingual swearing up in here
“Hallo!” (Y/n) greeted eagerly, gesturing toward her set up camera “I am here, again. Back with my lovely friend Felix. And two other idiots, I don’t know, they kind of just joined…” she mumbled the last part into her microphone and snickered to herself.
“Ouch,” Mark cried and Jack laughed “You could at least introduce me as your boyfriend…” Mark faked wiping a tear to his own camera; a big grin upon his face already.
“Oi!” Jack called “That’s my line you twit.”
“Alright, alright, no fights guys,” Felix mocked, giving his own shit eating grin to his setup camera “I am the favourite so I make the rules.”
“God has spoken.” (Y/n) added. Currently starring at the loading screen of Prop Hunt, she were surprised as to how much already happened without the game even being loaded yet.
“Lmao, you guys are fucked.” she said cockily, glancing into her camera, once the game finally loaded.
“MISS (YOUTUBE NAME), THE ONE AND OnLY!” Felix called into his mic, exactly after your statement. “THE MOsT SUBSCRIBED GERMAN YOUTUBER.. even though she doesn’t have an accent, like what, totally fake fan… IS ABOUT TO GET. HER ASS HANDED TO HER. ON A SILVER PLATTER.”
She couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle quaintly, as Mark bellowed with laughter and was quick to agree.
“Don’t be touching her ass, mate,” Jack warned “I know where you live.”
“ARE YOU KIDDING?!” (Y/n) yelled as she died quickly. “Who just goes around and shoots every fucking mug??!”
“Uh ha, this guy.” Mark stated smugly “Now where, oh where, is your leprechaun boyfriend?”
She twisted her face “Mark, I want you to know that you are a huge arschgesicht, and we are no longer friends”
“A what?” He asked and looked directly into his camera.
Felix couldn’t help but spit before chuckling soundly, shaking his character’s gun a bit and looking at his camera as he laughed.
“Whaaat? What does that mean?” Mark whined and turned back to his game.
❆ ❆ ❆
“Honey, I’m sorry it has to be this way.” Jack said, hurt lacing his voice but masked by a grin beginning to form on his bearded face.
“No you’re not! Let me live, holy shit.”
Her lamp couldn’t seem to move fast enough as she shifted her way through furniture and debris; away from Jack’s hunter.
“I love you!” she called
“Love ya’ too!” Jack said back and blew a kiss at his camera.
“Oh you fucking lustmolch…” (Y/n) finally insulted once she got shot. She pouted into her camera.
“Fookin’ what?” Jack repeated, laughing unsurely.
“Fucking slut you are Jack.” Felix breathed out after laughing again. He glanced at his camera and winked “Ah, (Y/n), if you were here, I’d give you a highfive.” and he chuckled some more.
❆ ❆ ❆
“So all I learned from today was that both Mark and my own boyfriend are both asshats,” (Y/n) started “and that Feli’ is my only true friend.”
Felix’s character was sat on top of (Y/n)’s chair in the middle of the kitchen.
“That’s right.” Felix smiled and shot at her character until she died. “Love ya’.”
“You goddamn pissnelke!” (Y/n) laughed and the round ended.
“HeY!” Felix began to laugh as well, with Mark and Jack joining in. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth!”
❆ ❆ ❆
“Okay my friend’s, that was Prop Hunt with the Holy Threesome.” (Y/n) smiled at her camera.
“Hey!” Jack and Mark said in unison, over top of Felix saying ‘kinky’.
“You learned that Mark and Jack are untrustable bastards and Felix can speak German!” she snickered.
“Ja.” the swede agreed heartily.
“So until next time; click this,” she gestured to the air on her right “to see my previous video. And any of these links to check out Mark’s, Jack’s or Felix’s channels.” she gestured to her left “Have a lovely evening!” she said finally.
“Bye!”your three friends said as well, in mock of a German accent.
“Oh my g–”
_____ (A/N): So there’s that. I really actually liked the request and so I hope this story maybe did it justice. Thank you for reading!
- the ‘idgaf pay me’ cashier
- looks like he belongs in a satanic ritual
- always has headphones in
- doesn’t care to ask the shoppers if they find everything okay
- double bags
- hides whenever someone asks for help
- gets flirted to or recorded by random customers
- doesn’t interact with his co-workers
- makes sure his cats are okay with his 24 security camera monitor app on his phone
- the shy baker boy
- always smells like cinnamon
- smiles sheepishly as he asks customers what they want
- can bake his butt off
- laughs at compliments
- always wearing hats even though it isn’t required
- sits to himself in the break room
- has sales every holiday
- the sophisticated coffee maker
- looks like a college student
- probably in college
- makes coffee exactly how customers want
- lowkey talks about everyone in the store
- drinks iced coffee on his break
- asks if the customers are doing well
- tries to not be awkward
- receives big tips
- is fake to his co-workers
- the weird bag boy
- you’d often catch him staring at model magazines with bikini girls
- always dabbing in the break room
- won’t stop harassing the customers as they receive their groceries with forcing them to 'do the dab’
- uses more expensive brands of his uniform to 'touch it up’
- actually goes overboard with dressing up
- always getting trouble for playing Migos on the speakers as the store music
- has a private dance session in empty aisles
- the fluffy craft shop worker
- offers free pints of paint every Sunday
- greets every customer with a bright 'hello!’
- craft store looks like a 5th grade painting class
- makes every customer feel joyful
- cracks jokes with customers that has them laughing
- always happy even to rude people
- gets in trouble for giving kids free art supplies
- requests school half off sales for students since he cares
- actually puts effort into his job and loves it
- the fitness store owner
- always at work even when he doesn’t need to be
- even has an organic section in the back
- pays employees a lot more than expected
- motivates customers with a free bag of organic green tea
- ends up becoming friends with the customers
- flirts with the cute girls he sees
- flirts with the cute boys
- “have a good day and stay healthy or don’t come back!!!”
- always hyper
- the music store employee
- gets in trouble for terribly playing the drums and singing in the microphones
- impresses customers with his amazing dancing skills
- gets a lot of tips
- always told to reach the higher items
- ends up with about 10 girl’s numbers
- gets shy and turns into jello when he receives compliments
- is caught being weird
Because They Can (Holy trinity x FemReader) fluffy drabble
(( gif not mine - cutes ))
(A/n): ahhhh kill me
Request! Fem!Reader is a popular gamer who collabs a lot. After several hate comments about how “a girl can’t play videogames,” her friends Mark, Felix and Jack cheer her up through a Skype call. If you do this request, I would really love it if you’d tag me though I understand if you would prefer not to :D
Warnings: lmao swearing
“I DON’T UNDERSTAND.”
“JUST GO AROUND THE BEND.”
“THAT’S LIKE THE SKETCHIEST THING I COULD DO.”
Not being able to coordinate yourself, your character ended up going backward by your control. You did not, in anyway, trust the front bend. Regardless of what Felix was trying to tell you.
You ended up dying.
“Oh, for fuck sake.” you grumbled, allowing yourself leeway to fall back in your chair.
“What,” breathed Felix “did I tell you.”
Together, Mark and the Irishman laughed heartily and looked into their set up cameras. You couldn’t help up pout at their joyous outbursts, hearing Felix tune in as well.
“I don’t know!” you began to defend, sitting up right again to reload the game.
“If I were to go down the front bend, I would’ve gotten jumped by 1A. I mean, they have lighter weaponry, but they had more soldiers.”
Beginning to mutter, you finished with “2B had less people so I thought I could just… slip by.”
Mark spit a bit before he laughed again, and said:
“I don’t think that’s how that works, hon.”
You only scoffed and challenged him with a “We’ll see.” before starting up a new map and inducing them to join.
Though the game had already started, and Jack and Felix were continuing commentary; you were slightly distracted by the comments of your stream.
Something’s about girls and games.
“Jack, if you round the corner onnnn…” you drawled for a moment before making up your mind “your second left, there is spare ammo in that wedge.”
“For sure?” confirmed Jack, clicking away at his mouse.
“Yeah, I remember. But, don’t pick up all of it, you won’t have room in your pack left.” you explained further “Utilize the space as much as you can so that you can pick up things like torch batteries. Yes, you will need them in the third map; second half.”
Mark seemed to be confused for a second, peering into his camera lens “Have you played through this before?” he asked.
“No.” you answered “You can just assume, because in that map, the only places to ‘hide’ in are the forest caves. Which are dark.”
Mark and Jack pushed out a chorus of ‘oh’s and thanked you heartily. Felix and yourself laughed, and you allowed yourself to glance at the chat once again.
“Should we take maybe five minutes to read over some things in the chat?” you suggested. The three boys agreed.
“Suuure thing.” sang Sean. Quickly, he leaned back in his chair and stretched himself fully; making inhuman groans with his mouth. You winced quaintly and chuckled.
“Uhhhmmm..” Mark sounded uncomfortable “these aren’t very appropriate.”
You were struck by confusion at first, offering your lens a childish look. You then checked, and read several comments in the below chat.
‘she’s pretty dumb for getting killed so easily lmao’
‘idiot move (Y/n)’
‘why girl’s shouldn’t play video games ^^^ they will get you killed smh’’
‘airheaded bitch wtf’
Well, shit. You wouldn’t have guessed people were still this immature. Have to admit though, you were a little peeved they totally bypassed everything you had just said.
“They mean me…” you mumbled half hearted.
“Yeah,” Felix said, sounding detached “they do.”
The four of you kind of sat in an uneasy silence. The chat slowed, some viewers even slightly apologizing.
‘yea and? now get her off the stream ffs’
Mark was the first to admit how rude that was, giving his camera lens an uneasy stare. Jack followed suit with a disapproving look- the kind that tore out the hearts of his viewers.
Felix- well Felix killed it. He went on a lengthy rant about how sexist the comment was and how much of a douche that made them for saying it.
He went full rage.
“Do you want to… continue the stream?” you mumbled, silently hoping they would say no. You were alright, just feeling a little defeated at the moment. You felt as though you couldn’t hold yourself in front of any audience any longer.
“Not really.” said Mark, still glaring at his camera “Not at all…”
“Not anymore, I don’t.” agreed Jack.
The atmosphere hung thickly around the situation. Countless times, viewers that were actually trying to enjoy the stream apologized for the words of the ignorant. You almost felt bad.
But not too bad when you reached up and shut down your stream recording camera.
Felix, Sean and Mark did the same.
Silence. The skype call and webcams remained.
“(Y/n) don’t be sad.” said Felix. He smiled at you.
You managed your own grin and told him you weren’t sad. Afterwards, you thanked him for standing up for you.
“Don’t be a sad pupper.” giggled Mark effortlessly. He was really, heavily worried. Though, the male wasn’t sure it came across in his voice.
“No, no I’m not sad… defeated maybe.” you clarified.
Felix was a little heart broken. You were one of his closest friends, he didn’t need to see- or hear you sound so… deflated.
“Well they are just fucking… fucking dickholes.” he demanded stiffly.
“I swear to god, if any other small brained, chapstick looking mother dickbag says one more thing, I’m moving to America and starting a rally.”
You laughed quietly at the Swede’s declaration “Mother dic-”
That made you at least chuckle a little, along side Jack and Mark. You were glad to be charmed by Mark’s deep falsetto of a laugh and Sean’s warm welcoming giggle.
“Hey hey don’t worry, she already lives by me. I’ll punch everyone in the face and then give her a hug.” stated Mark.
“I’ll regulate who can and cannot comment of her videos- only the very best may speak to her.” offered Jack, sounding proud.
You giggled some more, joined by the entire group.
“You guys are like my protection squad…” you uttered, filling with joy at an alarming rate.
“Well I mean,” said Jack.
“If we aren’t-” continued Felix, as he laughed.
“Who will be?” Mark finished, winking into his webcam.
“Only my three knights.”
I have given up on doing them in order. As long as I get them done so I can allow requests again, I’m fine
Pairing: Ethan Nestor x fem!reader, Mark x Platonic!Reader
Word Count: 720
Summary: Requested. “Hey! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader is dating Ethan and them and the Mark group goes to Pax and just fun couple stuff with everyone and it’s not specific but I mean just fun st pax with everyone whatever you want:)”
Authors Note: I don’t know if this is exactly what you wanted but as I was reading your request I slipped and nearly fell down my stairs. And thus, inspiration! Also, this story is told as the reader is female. As always, for my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I’ll get it up as soon as possible.
If there was one thing the group wasn’t allowed to do, it was wandering the floor unattended. Which meant there was only thing Mark could do to entertain himself…live stream. Sure, the video was grainy and the audio was awful, but there wasn’t much he could do otherwise. He was crawling all around, not daring standing to give away his brilliant plan to sneakily speak to his fans. So there he was, on all fours, trying to get a glimpse of the throngs of people standing outside. Ethan was currently giving hugs to as many people as he could, smiling and laughing, savouring the short minute he had with everyone. This, naturally, meant you were standing behind the thick black curtain, just peaking out enough to not get caught. Your eyes were glued to the blue haired boy, smile twitching at the corner of your mouth. You couldn’t help it. He made you so happy, even when he wasn’t next to you. Just watching his excitement, the way his eyes shone as they swept over the people who all want to meet him, was enough to get you to break out into a smile yourself. You knew how much this meant to him, which is why when he asked you to come out to the east coast with him you jumped at the chance. Not only were you excited to see the people at PAX, but also getting to see his parents again. You adored them, and the rare time you got to spend with them.
Amy and Kathryn watched as Mark shuffled across the floor, so engrossed in his phone, he hardly noticed anything around him. They were giggling to themselves, making sure to keep an eye on you as well. You two were dangerously close, and with you engrossed in your boyfriend, and make engrossed with his fans, they were sure disaster would arise. And they were right.
“Wait! Mark!” Amy whispered as loud as she could, standing quickly. Mark turned, but it was too late. His body had made contact with yours, surprising you more than you would have liked. The small squeal that left your mouth was fine, but it was the sudden change in gravity as your foot slipped out of shock was what was disastrous.
You went sailing through the curtains, face first right into the open. Surprise screams and gasps filled the room, many people recognising you, despite being face down on the concrete floor. Ethan, completely shocked, rushed forwards to help you off the ground. Yet, he didn’t make it very far. Your lone foot, the one thing that hadn’t switched sides of the curtain, was quickly grabbed by the culprit of your fall. A small scream fell from your lips as you dragged back to the other side of the curtain. Quickly flipping, you kicked Mark in the arm, angrily yelling his name. Mark however, couldn’t stop laughing, quickly followed by Tyler, Amy and Kathryn. His phone laid forgotten next to him, the stream still going, yet only showing the bright over head lights.
On the other side, the room had erupted in laughs as well, bemused by the very grudge like incident that had just occurred. Ethan, on the other hand, paled, completely freaked out. But a bright smile appeared on his face as you poked your head out from the thick curtain, your hair slightly messed up from getting dragged. You beckoned him forwards, only to plant a long sweet kiss upon his lips when he was close enough. His cheeks were burning a bright red as the hall erupted in screams, causing you to giggle and disappear, and didn’t die down until he was back on the other side of the curtain. He didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms, holding you close as him as he planted another long kiss against your lips. Mark, who had tried to save his stream, quickly turned the camera back to the two of you, practically shoving the thing in your face.
“D'awwww! Look at them! I’m like a proud mama.” Without breaking the kiss, your hand found Mark’s face, pushing as hard as you could. The youtuber let out a surprise yelp as he fell, payback for what he caused you to do only a few minutes ago.
Beep beep! Folks, we have an official Darkiplier sighting!
…Or, well, at least we think it is. All evidence is pointing to that, anyway
For those who may be confused, in Mark’s video “FILE.exe” at 3:26 the first jumpscare occurs and it is FAR more severe than the rest (EDIT: it’s been confirmed that everything that changed onscreen was edited in by Mark). Mark’s camera goes dark, with only the outline of his headphones and EVIDENT BLOODY TEARS edited in for a split second (this is hard to see if your brightness is low, his cam is in the lower left). He also says the following: “Aye! Fuck you! And me! That was me, but fuck me– you! …Alright then…(clearly shook) just gonna carry on like that DIDNT happen…” Which could either be referring to Dark or just Mark babbling after a jumpscare.
In addition, Mark says a few things about Dark in the video itself, casual throwing about of his name as things get creepier and creepier.
At about 3:00, an NPC (that is, perhaps coincidentally, noted to look like Mark; example “Oh, is that me?”) says “How did I get here?” To which Mark responds, “I don’t know, maybe Darkiplier got you!” In a clearly joking tone.
At about 4:30, the same NPC asks “Seriously, how did I get here?” Mark responds with “Once again, I must reiterate… probably Darkiplier.”
At a bit before 7:00, the NPC says “What is going on?” Mark’s retort here is “Again, you know, with Darkiplier, you never know what’s gonna happen.”
These so far have just been casual mentions of him. Nothing out of the ordinary or even creepy– but it’s a bit unorthodox to have Mark fully embracing the idea of Dark and mentioning him several times in a video.
There’s one final thing that stood out to me as well– at the very end of the video. Instead of saying something along the lines of ‘if you find any secrets or have any suggestions let me know in the comments below,’ he says “…If there’s other secrets to be told, tell your fellow viewer what that’s all about! Yeah– oh yeah! There’s a lot of people watching this! So tell ‘em! (cut) If you’ve got secrets… share 'em with the class.” Mark seems oddly sincere here, in my humble opinion– almost concerned.
But honestly, I could dissect every single word Mark said in this video and find “ehmahgerd dark confirmd!!!!!” but here are a few basic points to think/talk about.
-The content of the video and the nature of the characters FILE.exe and Darkiplier
-The implication, though perhaps not serious, that Dark can trap you in a game or just in general
-The connection between the NPC that looks like Mark and the dialogue about Dark
-The timing of the “Dark” appearance (after he’s been mentioned once)
-Mark’s dialogue and expressions after the “Dark” appearance
Just food for thought.
Anyway, here’s hoping for more things like this in the future!
Request - n o.
Word Count - lmAO I STILL CANT COUNT
Type - super super super fluffy
Note: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted :(( I’m pretty busy.
“Holy shit Ethan, you like someone?” Mark said surprised.
“Shut up!” He whines, looking away from him and the camera.
“Ethan, this is a total break through– she could be watching this livestream.”
“Too late! Tell me all about her.” Mark smiled; “Do I know her?”
“Uh, yeah?— yeah you do.”
“Realllyyyyy what’s she likeeee?”
“Uh..” Ethan started; then glanced at the livechat, which was going nuts.
“OUR BBY BLUE BOY IS GROWN UP”
“PLEASEEE ETHANNN TELL”
“Ethan s2g if you don’t fucking tell us I swear to god I will throw my cat out the window.”
Ethan then looked back at Mark.
“She’s smart, and– and fun.. and..—”
“Pretty?” Mark interrupted.
“Beautiful!” He commented quickly, a large smile on his face.
“She’s got these eyes that just– and this hair– wow.” Ethan sighed, leaning into the couch, “And her smile?! Ahhh.” He softly chuckled; his eyes sparkled.
“Shit dude.” Mark muttered, looking at Ethan with wide eyes, “You’ve got it bad, don’t you?”
“Fuck, I do don’t I?” Ethan groaned.
“Dude, dude I don’t know, how do I tell her?”
“Well, tell me who she is.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes Ethan, you have too.” Mark chuckled, looking at the webcam and muttering; “Make sure some of you record this~”
“Alright, ok– ok uh… it’s Y/N.” he muttered softly, crossing his arms, looking away from the camera and mark, a small blush covered his cheeks.
“AWWW ETHANNN!!” Mark whined, throwing his hands in the air, all excited,
“NO WAYYY! I FUCKING KNEW IT ETHAN!”
“Wait!– What do you mean you knew?!”
“Dude, have you like, seen the way you stare at her, and how you talk to her, and like, do everything with her compared to everyone else?”
Ethan groaned, “She could know!”
Mark shrugged, “Y'never know, she might like you back.”
“Hell yeah I do.” You muttered, attacking Ethan from behind the couch, laughing as you did.
“y/N?! WHATTHEFUCK?” Ethan screeched as you tackled him on the couch, you both ended up falling onto the floor with a thud.
“You’re too cute.” You smiled, softly kissing Ethan’s cheek.
“What?– I?– you??–”
“Yeah, I like you back.” Your smile grew bigger, “You doof.”
“Holy shit really?”
“No Ethan I’m just fucking with you.”
When you both stopped laughing, you looked up to say something to Mark, but instead you found an IPhone, and the webcam both facing you two on the floor, with a very excited mark holding them.
“mARK WHAT THE HELL C'MON STOP PLEASE DELETE THAT! STOP THE LIVE STREAM!”
Heh, I like how this came out.
I used quotes from Aladdin bc omfg yes Disney is ma shit.
Summary: Mark plays “Playground Insults” for a video
Warnings: Swearing yo
SOME OF THESE INSULTS ARE HARD
LIKE I MEAN THAT THEY ARE ROUGH SO I’M SORRY I MEAN NONE OF THIS ON AN OFFENSIVE LEVEL
I AM WELL AWARE THAT SOME MAY HAVE CROSSED THE LINE
“Hello, everybody! My name is Markiplier and welcome… to this weeks video.”
Mark offered to the camera a joyous point, his words freezing in midair as he halted his voice.
The camera zoomed in awkwardly on his face.
“TODAY,” the brunette continued, camera panning back out “we will be playing Playground Insults.”
“Playground Insults is a game created by the lovely men on BBC Radio One.” Mark said “If you don’t know what the game is, I highly suggest you maybe look into one of their video’s. Right here. On youtube.”
Mark’s explanation was soundly finished as Ethan popped into frame from the right of the tanned youtuber.
“Also!” Ethan said “Special guest (Y/n) is here!”
At that mention, to the left of Mark, the said girl appear in the same fashion as Ethan.
“HELLO.” She called heartedly, throwing both arms high “Greatness, has obviously arrived~”
The shorter male in the middle scoffed and looked into the camera lens. He said:
“What are you talking about? I’ve been here the whole time.”
“And that’s why no one recognizes your greatness, you’re too easy to forget.” Ethan laughed back. This triggered a series of giggles from (Y/n) as she walked back to get some chairs.
Mark and Ethan sat facing one another with hard faces. Neither were smiling, nor were either of them blinking.
“Okay,” said Tyler from behind the set up camera “Ethan can start.”
The dark blue backdrop that stood in the background of Ethan and Mark’s scene gave off a sense of maturity.
“Mark, there is a good chance that you are the reason your dad got cancer.”
Mark puffed his cheeks in restraint as he held back a laugh. He cleared his throat in a small manner and looked Ethan dead in the eyes.
“You are the real superhero of youtube, Ethan- specialty is the power of disappointment.”
Ethan let loose a louder snort like laugh and had to readjust himself as Mark chuckled as well.
“Well Mark,” Ethan finally began “you looked better with glasses.”
Mark almost lost it at that dumb remark. This process went back and forth for at least three more minutes before Mark had finally, truly, lost it. Ethan had called him youtube’s personal bitch. So because of that, the blue boy won.
After that duo, Ethan faced off with Tyler.
To no one’s surprise, Tyler won. A little bit because of the fact that Mark and (Y/n) laughing behind the scenes helped crack Ethan.
Next to face off, were Markimoo and (Y/n). The latter was quite confident in herself- and her ability to roast effectively.
“Alright so, since Mark lost against Ethan, he can serve first this time.” Came Tyler’s voice as he consciously readjusted the camera. Mark rolled his neck.
“(Y/n), you remind me of why I didn’t vote for Trump.”
(Y/n) pushed out an alarming short noise of amusement, covering her mouth quickly while Mark’s face remained cool.
“You know, sometimes I feel like saving that insanely annoying dog from your vocal chords.” was the girls comeback. It made Mark stutter an unsteady laugh.
Mark asked “Where do you… keep your diamond play button?”
(Y/n) inhaled sharply but was quick to return.
“If you ever look down and wonder why you have such a small dick, remember three quarters of it is shoved into your personality.”
Mark opened his mouth to say something back but promptly closed it again. He shook his head hardly- allowing a shallow smile to creep onto his lips. (Y/n) started to spit a laugh.
The brunette though, wasn’t quite done yet.
“You’re right. At least the other quarter is in your mouth at night.”
(Y/n)’s laugh hitched high. She sat silently laughing for several seconds before breathing in and regaining herself.
“At this point… if I ever wanted to go skydiving, I could jump from your arrogance to your youtube video standards.” she shot back, crossing her legs and folding her hands in a petty manner. She broke a little and giggled inwardly at her own joke.
Mark was sat pushing out several broken laughs before saying desperately:
“If I was trapped in your body for a day, the first thing I would do, is pay you a favour and get plastic surgery.”
(Y/n) smiled warmly and said back:
“If I was trapped in your body for a day, the first thing I would do is play with my boobs.”
That was it. That set Mark tumbling off the edge.
He laughed long and hard and so did (Y/n); his girlfriend praising herself for her perfect remarks.
“Ah- ah, you win!” Mark breathed, gripping (Y/n)’s palm in a handshake. She shook back and stood up with her boyfriend.
Mark reassured the girl with “I didn’t mean any of those, darling, I love you too much to say anything even close to harsh.”
“I meant everyone of those, sweet pea.” She commented in response, straightening her shirt.
Mark’s face flushed in surprise for about two seconds before realizing (Y/n) didn’t mean it. He laughed once more and said cutely.
“Shut up, you love me.”
(Y/n) smiled at him.
“I guess I kinda’ have to.”
(A/n): lmao a lot of these were insults I used in actual conversations
HUGE thanks to @the-porcelain-doll-xo for beta reading this for me! And go check out her writing okay she’s such an inspiration, and if you love GOT7, she’s got you covered!!
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The voice was unfamiliar so you
ignored it, still mostly passed out anyway from all the alcohol. But
apparently, the person wasn’t going to take the hint because a moment later you
felt a hand gently touching your shoulder. “Hey, wake up. You can’t sleep here,
“Wanna bet?” you murmured and turned
“Oh, let me handle this,” another
voice, this one’s clipped tone all too familiar, snapped, and then someone was
slapping your face and saying into your ear, “Get the hell up, kid, before I
tell Jason to drag your ass out of here.” Jason, your bodyguard, who had
actually forcibly carried you out of places many times before. This wasn’t an
empty threat. You groaned and pried your eyes open, and your bleary gaze landed
on the bottle of Jack beside you. Despite the awful taste in your mouth and the
headache you were starting to feel, you snatched it up and took a swig as you
sat up, tossing a slow grin at the two men standing before you with heavy
disapproval. One was your manager, Kevin, and the other was…a preacher?
That’s when you noticed the morning
light falling in colors through the stained-glass windows, the rows of wooden
pews, the crucifix hanging above you…because you were sprawled out on the altar
of a church sanctuary.
Wow. Wild night.
“What time is it?” you yawned, about
to bring the bottle to your lips again but Kevin seized it from your hands,
shooting you a look.
“Seven AM,” the preacher said. “I
have to start getting ready for service, so if you could kindly—”
“Sure,” you nodded. “I’ll give a
sermon. That’s basically just a rant about how we’re all going to hell, right?
I love reminding people that they’re all damned.”
The preacher gaped at you and your
grin widened, but then your manager caught you by the arm and yanked you
roughly to your feet.
“Excuse us, Preacher,” he apologized
and you winked as Kevin towed you down the aisle and out of the sanctuary. Your
legs were a little wobbly – but after so many years of drinking, you’d built up
a pretty strong tolerance for liquor, and considering how many shots you’d
thrown back last night, you were impressed at your stability. Although your
headache was starting to intensify now.
“So,” you swallowed against the pain
as the two of you made your way out of the church, “what’s the plan for today?
I vote for a day off – oh, I know this little breakfast place that has the best
pancakes you’ve ever eaten—”
“You really think you deserve a
break after your little stunt last week?” Kevin snapped.
Your face hardened at the memory.
“Look, that photographer was a sleazy dick. He kept brushing his hands over
Lucy when he thought no one was looking! That’s disgusting as it is, but she’s
only sixteen! I would punch him again, given the chance.”
“No, you absolutely will not.” You reached
the parking lot, and Kevin waited for you to get into the back of the car before sliding
in behind you himself, as if making sure you didn’t run away. Jason nodded at
you from behind the wheel. “Anyway,” Kevin said briskly as he gestured for
Jason to start driving. “There’s been a change in your schedule.”
“I’m not doing another fan meet, if
that’s what it is, unless you want my head to explode. Migraine,” you clarified
at Kevin’s confusion. You had never minded those events.
He shook his head and handed you his
phone as Jason pulled out of the lot. You glanced down at the screen and found a
video waiting for you, an After School Club
episode from a few days ago.
“What is this?” you asked and when
you looked up, Kevin was grinning at you.
“Just hit play.” So you did.
Mark’s POV – A few hours later
wrinkled his nose, trying not to sneeze as his makeup artist patted the
concealer on his face into place, adding the finishing touches. Beside him,
Jackson and Bambam were also trying and failing to remain still as their hair
was carefully patted into place and their clothes smoothed. It was dark in the
wings of the stage, but only a few feet away, bright light bore down on the
talk show set. He could hear the chattering of the live audience and the
cacophony of the tech crew getting things ready. They were going live in just a
couple of minutes.
“You ready?” Jackson asked as he
came over, picking a piece of lint off Mark’s shirt.
Mark rolled his shoulders and
flashed Jackson his best aegyo smile. “Oh, yeah.” In reality, he was exhausted.
They’d been on their feet for the last sixteen hours, running through airports,
in the studio, doing last minute promos for their upcoming album. They were
lucky they’d even managed to shove some food into themselves in between the
chaos. Once this show was done, they could finally get some rest. Mark was
already half-asleep behind his camera-ready smile.
People were getting into place now.
The host, a loud and amicable man by the stage name of Alex, was settling into
his armchair, and Mark took a final sip of water from the bottle he was
holding, feeling the reflexive nerves tighten his stomach. At least this was
only a short interview, and a laid back one at that. Alex was known to be
pretty chill. It wasn’t like a variety show where they would have to do a lot.
Just talk, and with Jackson and Bambam here with him, Mark wasn’t too worried
about getting tongue-tied.
“Everyone ready?” the head cameraman
called, but it was more of an order than a question. “We’re live in five, four,
three, two…” He gave a thumbs up, and Alex’s face lit up as the cameras rolled.
Here we go, Mark thought.
“Hi guys, welcome back to another
episode of Afternoon With Alex,”
Alex beamed into the camera. The crowd applauded, and Mark handed his water
bottle to a passing PA, clapping Bambam on the shoulder as he came to stand
with him and Jackson. “Today we have three members of a certain group you all
know and love…you could say they usually ‘got 7’ members…” The three of them
groaned but then immediately smiled as they were ushered onto the set, “Here
they are – GOT7’s Jackson, Mark, and Bambam!”
They walked across the stage and
waved to the crowd, bowing to Alex before taking a seat on the plush sofa
resting opposite his armchair, Jackson sitting between Bambam and Mark. The set
was nice – small and spacious, giving it more of a living room feel than a
“Hi boys, how are you?” Alex turned
his thousand-watt smile on them. At their chorus of ‘Good’ he continued, “So,
you have a new album in the works, correct?”
promotions, Mark swallowed a sigh and sat back, letting his friends do all
He’d contented himself to dreaming
about his bed, and it was only when Jackson nudged his shoulder that he snapped
back to attention.
“Mark hyung is the only one,” Bambam
said in response to some question Alex had asked.
“I’m the only…what?” he laughed to
cover up his embarrassment for zoning out.
“The only one who might have plans
for Valentine’s day,” Bambam finished with a naughty smile. Valentine’s Day? Why—
Oh wow. That was today. That’s what
the vase of roses on the coffee table next to them was for. And the pink
balloons hovering behind them. And their red outfits. In the midst of
everything, Mark had forgotten all about the holiday.
“They’re just kidding,” he shook his
head with a laugh. “There’s no one in my life right now.”
Alex raised a brow mischievously.
“That’s not what I heard.”
“You mentioned in an After School Club episode that your
ideal type is Y/N,” Alex prompted.
Ah, there it was. It was Valentine’s
Day, after all, and what decent host wasn’t going to bring up a hot topic like
celebrity romance? “I did,” he smiled bashfully, picturing her. Y/N. An idol
among idols. Her face was on thousands of websites and billboards, on posters
and in magazines, and yet the image of her that came to mind and made him warm
was completely different.
“That was a good episode,” a voice
said from behind, and Mark felt the blood drain from his face as he and the
members jerked their heads around to see—
Y/N. In the flesh. Standing
half-hidden in the wings of the stage. At the sudden attention on her, she
grinned and walked onto the set as the audience went wild. Bambam clapped a
hand over his mouth, Jackson was in hysterics, and Mark…
Mark couldn’t seem to get his heart
three of them watched as she bowed to Alex before coming over to the sofa, and
Jackson half-knocked Bambam onto the floor in his hurry to make room for her.
Laughing, Y/N settled in between Jackson and Mark. There wasn’t much space, so
her bare thigh was pressed flush against his – and that was another thing. As
part of her image, she was almost always dressed in all black, usually jeans
and leather, but today she was in a red dress and tight denim jacket. And Mark
was not unmoved.
“So, unless you’ve been living under
a rock,” Alex addressed the audience, “you’ll know that this lovely young lady
is none other than Y/L/N Y/N, the main rapper and vocalist of the popular girl
group, 7/11.” Another cheer from the crowd, and Alex turned back to her. “Thank
you for joining us today, Y/N.”
“How could I not?” she said with a
sly look at Mark. He could feel his face burning as he ducked his head. Well…he
was wide awake now. He’d figured there was a chance she would see the ASC video,
but he’d never imagined this would be the result.
“Yeah, tell us about your reaction
to finding out that you’re Mark’s type.”
Y/N nodded. “I called Jia, one of
our other members, and I was like, ‘Jia-yah, there’s this cute boy who likes
Mark could feel Jackson looking at him smugly but all he could focus on was
her. She’d called him cute.
“And what did Jia say?” Bambam asked
“She told me to stop drunk-dialing
her.” They all laughed at this, and Mark couldn’t help but marvel at her. This
was the same girl who was as famous for her temper as her charm. Not a month
went by where she wasn’t the front page of some tabloid, busted for a new bar
brawl or gambling or getting wasted in public. The media called her a
catastrophe, but man, did she clean up nice.
Alex was having a great time either
way, apparently. “What’s your ideal
type then?” he asked her. “We already know Mark’s. Jackson likes healthy girls,
and Bambam likes a girl with a pretty smile. What do you look for, Y/N?”
“Oh, a heartbeat, usually.” She
shrugged, pleased at their second round of laughter. “I don’t know, really. I
don’t think I’m girlfriend material, so I don’t give it a lot of thought. And c’mon,
which parents are going to approve of me for their son?”
“Aw, you’re not a bad person,”
Jackson said, and she shot him an amused look.
“I didn’t say I was bad. I’m just
not good. There’s a difference.” Mark watched her carefully cool expression with
“I’m sure that’s true,” Alex said quickly,
clearly hoping to regain control of the conversation before they crossed into
controversial territory. Teenagers loved Y/N’s rebellious, screw-the-rules
attitude, but their parents were less than happy to patronize her and her
group’s music. “Anyway, I was hoping we could end our show with a little
Valentine’s day game.”
Mark plastered a smile on his face to hide his apprehension. A game? Not only
was he going to have to do something most likely embarrassing, but he would
have to do it in front of Y/N. “You all remember the Kiss The Radio event GOT7
did in 2016, yes? The one where the members put on lipstick and kissed Bambam?”
Mark felt his stomach drop. Where
was Alex going with this? They nodded, and he continued. “Right. I was thinking
we could do something similar – the GOT7 members will put on some lipstick
again but instead of Bambam, they’ll give Y/N a kiss and one of these roses,”
he gestures to the vase. “And then she’ll consider of all of you and choose one
member to be her valentine.”
Before Mark could die of horror and
excitement, Y/N raised her hand. “I have a suggestion,” she said, and Alex
nodded in encouragement. “Since the boys have already done this, why don’t we
switch it up a bit? I’ll give them a
kiss and a flower, and they can decide amongst themselves who will be my valentine.
Maybe rock, paper, scissors or something,” she chuckled.
“Oh, I like it!” he clapped, and
Mark felt a fluttering in his stomach. To be kissed by Y/N…
The four of them stood up as she
began to prepare. She was handed a tube of liptstick from a PA, and as she
walked over to the camera to use its reflection as a mirror, Jackson elbowed
Mark playfully. “I should take a leaf out of your book and tell girls I like
them during interviews,” he smirked.
When Y/N was done, smacking her lips
at the excited audience, she came back and plucked three roses from the vase,
one pink, one red, and one white. That’s when I Like You stared playing in the background, and after pausing to
sniff the flowers, she turned to the boys with a gleam in her eyes.
It was time to begin.
The GOT7 members lined up at the
center of the stage, and Y/N made her way casually to Bambam first.
“Hi Bambam,” she dimpled, holding
the roses behind her back. She looked like a shy schoolgirl.
“Hey,” he tried to say coolly, but
he just sounded flustered. With an affectionate smile, she offered him the
white rose and he accepted it, grinning nervously. But there was an uncharacteristic
softness in Y/N’s eyes as she touched his face, and it seemed to put him at
ease as she pulled him down to place a kiss on his forehead. Bambam looked like
he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry after she let him go, and she
When Y/N stepped towards Jackson,
however, her entire demeanor shifted. Mark watched with fascination – and
something else – as she tilted her head back and stared up at him from beneath
hooded eyes, a lazy smile on her face as she playfully dangled the pink rose in
front of him. Jackson took the rose with a squeal – which was abruptly cut off
when Y/N tore her jacket off, threw it on the ground, and yanked Jackson into
her arms before pecking him on the cheek. When she released him, he collapsed
dramatically on the ground in a heap, earning a laugh from the audience.
And then it was Mark’s turn. His
heart pounded behind his ribcage as she moved into his bubble of space. Somehow,
up close, she was even lovelier, and Mark fought the urge to brush her hair
back and hold her close until whatever rage was driving her reckless behavior
faded. Instead, he just beamed down at her as she shyly held out the red rose.
His eyes never left hers as he took it, and then her hands, surprisingly cool
for the hot weather, were on his face. Gentle, she was so gentle, as if she was
afraid she would break him. Y/N stretched up on her tiptoes, and for the
briefest second that also felt like an eternity, her lips hovered over his.
And then she moved higher to kiss
The audience might have been
cheering, but Mark couldn’t hear over the ringing in his ears as she drew away.
Unlike him, Y/N didn’t look flustered or excited or affected at all. She just
looked…exhausted. But the smile never left her face.
Before Jackson, Bambam, or Alex
could say anything, Mark hesitantly reached for her hand, and she gave it
“Y/N…” he tried not to sound like a
nervous twelve-year-old, “will you be my valentine?”
She looked at him, really looked at
him, and then with the most heartbreaking smile, she said, “Yes.” But it wasn’t
her smile or her answer that broke his heart – it was her eyes.
Because her eyes were saying no.
A/N: So this was supposed to be a completely different oneshot, but my brain kept screaming, Make it longer, you heathen!! BUT I’m not sure if this was a good idea, so if you guys don’t like it or it doesn’t get any notes, I’ll delete it and just write the oneshot :)