[Fleur Writes] Blue Moon Motel
Jun. 18th, 2016 01:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
petitchoufleurtitle: Blue Moon Motel
fandom: Markiplier
pairing: (Platonic/Possibly Romantic) Mark/Reader
rating/warnings: G, N/A
genre: friendship , fluff, reader insert
notes: i don't really write reader inserts? i find it very hard to do so, so i rarely do it. this is fairly old and was named after a Nicole Dollanganger song... that is nothing like this fic omg. anyway, this fic is very rough and very short. probably because i wrote it at 4 AM on my phone, hahhaha. maybe one day i'll get around to writing something longer and more involved.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5064547
You made a channel on YouTube, following in the footsteps of some of your favorites. You might’ve played the same games as them, maybe hoping that it’d get you noticed by the community. It was just a nice little thought, something that would give you a little smile on your face. The thought of getting popular enough to travel around and be recognized by fans, people like you really. Nothing too insane like being chased by screaming fans or anything. Maybe someone noticing you and talking to you when you were grocery shopping but nothing too major. Maybe even meeting your favorite people on YouTube. All that just from playing video games.
It was just a little fantasy. One that made you smile.
Then you noticed a particular name in your subscribers:
Markiplier.
Disbelief filled your mind. This had to have been a joke! Your videos were so… Amateur! A bad quality mic and edited in Movie Maker!
You clicked on the name. Channel art, icon and videos were all there. All his info was there. It was either a really dedicated troll pretending to be him or…
No way. You thought, clicking on his most recent video and watching through it.
He dropped your username, and it was a compliment!
Views suddenly started rising along with your once modest subscriber count. It was incredible. It didn’t feel real. But here you were, sitting in a hotel room with Mark and his friends; laughing at a game of “Cards Against Humanity” while drinking fizzy pop from red cups full of hotel ice.
You felt nervous. Kind of left out, these people have been working together for years and you were just a newbie to the group and the whole community in general.
Mark patted you on the shoulder, pulling you in close into an semi-awkward side hug.
“C'mon, _____! You’re the last one to put one down!” He said, a wide smile on his mouth.
A shy smile appeared on your lips as you looked at your hand of white cards before placing one down. The room burst into a fit of loud laughter at your choice.
It was gonna be alright.
fandom: Markiplier
pairing: (Platonic/Possibly Romantic) Mark/Reader
rating/warnings: G, N/A
genre: friendship , fluff, reader insert
notes: i don't really write reader inserts? i find it very hard to do so, so i rarely do it. this is fairly old and was named after a Nicole Dollanganger song... that is nothing like this fic omg. anyway, this fic is very rough and very short. probably because i wrote it at 4 AM on my phone, hahhaha. maybe one day i'll get around to writing something longer and more involved.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5064547
You made a channel on YouTube, following in the footsteps of some of your favorites. You might’ve played the same games as them, maybe hoping that it’d get you noticed by the community. It was just a nice little thought, something that would give you a little smile on your face. The thought of getting popular enough to travel around and be recognized by fans, people like you really. Nothing too insane like being chased by screaming fans or anything. Maybe someone noticing you and talking to you when you were grocery shopping but nothing too major. Maybe even meeting your favorite people on YouTube. All that just from playing video games.
It was just a little fantasy. One that made you smile.
Then you noticed a particular name in your subscribers:
Markiplier.
Disbelief filled your mind. This had to have been a joke! Your videos were so… Amateur! A bad quality mic and edited in Movie Maker!
You clicked on the name. Channel art, icon and videos were all there. All his info was there. It was either a really dedicated troll pretending to be him or…
No way. You thought, clicking on his most recent video and watching through it.
He dropped your username, and it was a compliment!
Views suddenly started rising along with your once modest subscriber count. It was incredible. It didn’t feel real. But here you were, sitting in a hotel room with Mark and his friends; laughing at a game of “Cards Against Humanity” while drinking fizzy pop from red cups full of hotel ice.
You felt nervous. Kind of left out, these people have been working together for years and you were just a newbie to the group and the whole community in general.
Mark patted you on the shoulder, pulling you in close into an semi-awkward side hug.
“C'mon, _____! You’re the last one to put one down!” He said, a wide smile on his mouth.
A shy smile appeared on your lips as you looked at your hand of white cards before placing one down. The room burst into a fit of loud laughter at your choice.
It was gonna be alright.
