Requested by: Anonymous
Summary: The boys unintentionally hurt the reader’s feelings after making some careless jokes.
Pairing(s): MET x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, a lil bit of angst but ultimately a happy ending (spoilers).
“What would grandma find disturbing, yet oddly charming?” Mark asked the three of you, waggling his eyebrows in a comical manner.
You scanned your cards before sliding your best into the centre along with Ethan’s and Tyler’s. Kathryn was watching from the sidelines, desperate to get some extra work done, whilst Amy was in bed ill. That just left you and the troublesome trio to record the entire live stream; not that you were complaining, they were your best friends after all.
“Okay,” Mark announced, picking up the cards in front of him. “A big, black dick. Geese. Or…” He trailed off and you suppressed a smirk as you watched his face scrunch into a grin at your card. “Mark’s unquenchable thirst for Jacksepticeye’s delicious asshole.”
The boys roared with laughter and, in turn, you laughed at their reactions. Mark had one hand clutched to his chest as he tried to control his giggles, whilst Ethan was slamming his fists on the table. Even Tyler had one of those rare, toothy smiles on his face as he chuckled alongside them.
“That’s obviously the winner.” Mark managed to get out after his laughing fit, holding up the card for someone to take it.
“Thank you, although it was Mark-luverrr-number-one-xxx that wrote that card.” You declared, plucking the black card from his fingers and adding it to your growing pile of winnings.
“Your turn to pick one, Y/N.” Tyler told you, pushing the cards across to you.
You chose another fan written one and groaned. “What does Y/N do to stay in shape?”
“Y/N? In shape? Please, I saw them get a stitch from running down the stairs too fast.” Ethan laughed and you playfully hit him on the shoulder.
“Just gimme a card so I can judge it.” You nagged him and he stuck his tongue out in retaliation, finally handing you a white card. Tyler and Mark played theirs and you spread them out in front of you. “Ethan’s dying YouTube career. Vigorous jazz hands. Or projectile vomiting.” You studied the cards before picking the ‘Vigorous jazz hands’ card and handing it back to Ethan.
“Yay, I won!” He hollered. “Although I didn’t appreciate the dig at my channel.”
“Ethan, you have three hundred thousand subscribers. That’s great, man.” Mark reassured him, placing a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “And only about ninety percent of them came from me, be proud.”
“Ethan’s right,” Tyler cut in. “He got a few from Jack too.”
“At least I have a real channel, Tyler.” Ethan shot back. “Go on, what else were you gonna mock me for? My acne? The fact that I’m copying every major YouTuber ever? That I moved from Maine to work here?”
The other two boys sat in silence, trying to think of something else to say.
“It could be worse,” Mark said after a while. “You could be Y/N. How many subs have you got, Y/N?”
“Forty thousand.” You grumbled. YouTube was always a sensitive topic between you three, the amount of subs you had compared to your best friends was slightly insulting and you kept finding yourself wondering why your channel was so much more insignificant.
“Now, aren’t you grateful that Mama Mark got you so many subscribers?” Mark asked Ethan.
“I’m clearly not the one who needs help.” Ethan remarked, nodding towards you.
“You’re right!” Mark cried, facing the camera that had been rolling the entire time. “Whoever is watching this, go subscribe to Y/N, they’re not that bad at making videos. Well, they are, but their ideas are original. Expect the gaming, the commentary and the overall theme of it. But yeah, check it out.”
“Gee, thanks Mark.” You mutter sarcastically, trying and failing not to take it personally.
“Sorry, that was uncalled for.” He admitted. “I didn’t mean to insult your channel.”
“Right, he was just wondering why he’s friends with you when you don’t get him extra views.” Tyler joked.
“Exactly. Why do you think Ethan hangs out with me?” Mark agreed, nudging the blue-haired boy playfully.
“Go ahead, you’ve made so many jokes about my career and acne that I’m immune to it.” He challenged.
“Crap, he’s right.” Mark said. “But if we really want to make jokes about physical appearance then we can just rip on Y/N again. Their whole face is one big joke.”
Shock consumed you as you struggled to blink back the tears that were fighting to escape. You couldn’t believe that one of your closest friends had gone there, especially after you had confided in him about your insecurities.
“What’s wrong, Y/N? The weight of reality finally setting in?” Tyler asked, commenting on your silence.
“Dude, not even the weight of reality can compare to Y/N’s weight.” Ethan laughed.
That did it.
“Excuse me,” you whispered, standing up and practically running out of the room. You covered your face with one hand so that neither the camera nor the boys saw the tears flowing down your cheeks.
Locking yourself in the bathroom, you let out a loud sob that triggered several more until your throat hurt and your eyes stung. You glared at yourself in the mirror, scrutinising every part of yourself that you hated. Finally, you wiped away any traces of tears and took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. However, you got the wind knocked out of you when you immediately walked into something solid on the other side of the door. Looking up, you realised you had crashed straight into Tyler’s chest as he and the other two stood waiting for you with concerned looks on their faces.
“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Ethan asked softly.
“We wanted to check on you but decided to wait until you were finished in there to apologise.” Tyler added.
You glared at them, hurt sketched across your features. Mark stepped forwards slowly and wrapped his arms around you cautiously, as if you could shatter like glass at any second.
“I’m really sorry about what I said,” he apologised. “We all are. We realise we shouldn’t have made fun of you, even if it was just a joke. It was tactless and we want to make it up to you.”
“You know, I normally wouldn’t care if you make jokes about me,” you admitted. “But what you said is true. I’m constantly afraid that you’re going to cut me out because I’m not as successful as you. And what you said about my looks, well, that just hurt.”
“Are you kidding? Y/N you’re our friend, we couldn’t care less about how many subscribers you have.” Mark reassured you. “And as for your looks, you’re the only one that sees anything besides the smoking hot piece of ass you really are.” He paused before grimacing at what he had just said. “I kinda regret saying that, but you see my point.”
“Thanks, guys,” you mumbled, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m sorry I left in the middle of the live stream.”
“Don’t worry about it, you are our main priority. We turned the microphone off as soon as you walked out. Right now it’s just showing Chica sleeping in her bed, the viewers love it.” Tyler told you with a grin.
“So do you want to continue with the stream or should we wrap it up?” Ethan queried.
“No, let’s carry on. I’ll be fine.” You told them, walking back to the table and scratching Chica behind the ears as she woke up from the commotion.
Mark switched the mic back on and apologised for the brief intermission before explaining that you were okay and everything had been resolved.
“And I just want to say in all seriousness that you should check out their channel. I have never known anyone more dedicated to their work, or as passionate about the community as Y/N. We’re all extremely grateful to have them in our lives.” He concluded.
You beamed at him, silently thanking him, before announcing that you should get back to the games.
A few hours later, you had quite possibly destroyed your friendship with the boys in Monopoly as you counted their money and stacked it into neat little piles.
“This is ridiculous, Y/N has all the good spots.” Ethan whined after landing on your square again.
“What can I say? Taking money from men is my speciality.” You say with a smile.
“That makes you sound like a hooker.” Mark laughed.
“Nah, hookers can get laid.” Tyler joked with a wink, resulting in a rude response from you as you struggled to hide the smile that had formed on your face.
“And there goes the last of my cash.” Ethan grumbled.
“Dolla dolla bills, y'all.” You cheer, making it rain with their money. “I win, bitches.”
“Congratulations,” Mark drawled. His phone buzzed and he read the notification on the screen. “It’s Amy, she says to check your YouTube account.”
You frown before pulling it up on your own mobile. Everything looked normal except… wait.
“Holy shit!” You cried, clapping a hand over your mouth in shock.
“What is it?” Tyler feigned ignorance, but the smirk on his face suggested he already knew what was going on.
“Four hundred THOUSAND subscribers! I have four hundred thousand subscribers!” You screamed, grabbing the boys and pulling them into a group hug.
“You have more than me? Ouch, that hurts.” Ethan joked, holding a hand to his heart.
“Shut up, Ethan.” Mark scolded, turning back to you. “You deserve every single one of those subs and more. I just wish it didn’t take all this for people to figure that out. Including us.”
You beamed at him, tears springing to your eyes again, only this time you were crying for a different reason. “Thank you, I love you three idiots so much.” You told them. “But just so you know, once I’m Internet famous, I’ll have no use for you.”
“So true though.”