YouTuber Oneshots

AmyPlier Oneshot

(Yes, its an Amy and Mark oneshot. Fight me.)

"Fucking hell!" I screeched at the game just before my chatacter died. "Gahhhh!" I sighed through my nose, annoyed. I paused the game and turned off the camera. I'll finish this later.
And when it was done, I'd spend hours editing and uploading it to my YouTube channel Y/C/N (your channel name). Hopefully it was good. I didn't want to disappoint my 8 million subscribers, after all.
Wandering from my recording room into the kitchen, I spent a moment searching for something to snack on. I had grabbed a package of Oreos when my phone began to buzz insistently in my back pocket. I pulled it out and saw a call from Amy.
I pressed answer, rolling my eyes. I had just put the phone up to my ear when Amy screeched "Y/N!" and I jerked it away from my face again.
"Jesus fucking christ, Amy, do that again and you'll make my eardrums bleed."
She laughed. "Sorry."
"Naw, its okay. Whaddya want?"
"Well...today is the five year anniversary of the day I started dating Mark"
"Oh?"
"Yah! We're going on a date tonight and I want you to help me pick an outfit."
I sighed. "Amy, you know I'm no good at choosing-"
She stopped me. "Shush! Hush! You're gonna help me."
"I'm not-"
"Ah, ah! No! You're helping me." she stated started threateningly.
"I...okay."
"Great! See you in twenty minutes."
"What?!" I said, but she had already hung up the phone. I blinked, sighing.
*time skip*
I stood outside of Mark and Amy's house and knocked. A dark-haired man pulled open the door.
"Hi, can I help you?" he asked.
"Hi. I'm, uh, here to see Am-" I was cut off by Amy looking over Mark's shoulder, then reaching around him to grab me by the wrist.
"Y/N! You're here!"
"Well yeah, you asked me to be."
She nodded. "Fair enough. Mark, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my boyfriend Mark." Mark and I awkwardly waved at each other.
"Well, come on!" she said, dragging me upstairs, to her closet.
"Okay, so we have a few options." She showed me a blue dress

A red dress

And a black dress.

"Which one do I pick?" she asked me. I pointed to (the one you want). She nodded and went into the bathroom with the dress in clutch.
She came out, almost 10 minutes later, in the dress I had chosen, makeup that brought out her natural beauty, and her brown hair in loose curls. "How do I look?" she asked.
"Beautiful. He's going to love it." I said, smiling.
"Great, let's g-"
"Amyyyyyy!" Mark called up the stairs. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah!" she called back. "C'mon," she said, turning to me. "Lets go"
"What? No. I'm not going to third whe-"
"You won't be! I got you a date."
I gave her a pointed look. "I am NOT going on a double date with you two and some stranger."
"Noooo, we know them! You'll love it!"
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."
Amy handed me a (suit/dress whatever you want) to wear. I quickly donned it and went downstairs with her.
Mark watched as Amy descended the stairs. "You're so pretty" he said to her, smiling.
"You're not so bad yourself," she shot back and snickered.
He pouted at her. "I am amazing."
Amy rolled her eyes and was about to reply, but D/N (the name of your crush, s/o, etc.) walked in.

"Heyo!" D/N said. "We ready to head out?" Mark nodded and we all loaded into the car, driving out to a fancy restaurant that had a view of the ocean.

We took our seats at a table for four, Mark and Amy on one side of the table, me and D/N on the other. D/N smiled brightly at me, and I grinned back, albeit awkwardly. "So," they said, "how are you acquainted with these two?"

"Well, Amy has been my best friend since high school." I replied. "But I just met Mark today."

D/N laughed "Trust me, you're better off not knowing Mark. He's a prick" they said jokingly.

"Hey!" Mark said indignantly. "I'm right here, ya know."

They laughed again. "Yeah, that's why I said it."

"You aren't the best person on the planet either." Mark grumbled, but he was smiling.

***

D/N had socialized for a bit, and we were quietly finishing our dinner. The sun was setting over the crashing ocean waves. Amy murmured "the view here is beautiful..."

Mark replied, with equal softness, "You're beautiful." He grabbed her by the hand and led her to the balcony that overlooked the water. They talked quietly, arms propped up on the railing.

After a few minutes, Mark nervously turned to Amy and pulled something out of his pocket. He got down on one knee before her, and she looked at him, eyes wide.

"Amy Nelson," Mark began, "I love you more than anything. You are so beautiful and amazing, and I am the luckiest person in the world to have you. You are my absolute everything, and you deserve everything." He took a breath. "Will you marry me?"

Amy, in tears, nodded. "Y-yes Mark, of course!" Mark stood, enveloping her in a hug, putting the ring on her finger. Amy smiled at him, and he leaned in. They kissed softly. D/N and I averted our eyes. They made their way back to the table, both of them practically glowing with joy.

***

Once we finished our dinner, D/N turned to me. "We should go out again sometime. Just us." they said.

I smiled at them. "I'd like that."

Amy smiled and whispered to me "I ship it."

"Shut up" I whispered back.

"What?" she said innocently.

"You don't get to play matchmaker."

"You did it for me" she retorted.

"I did no such thing."

She gave me a pointed look, and I was reminded of the time we first met Mark in a coffee shop.

|"He's cute" I said to Amy. "You should ask for his number"|

I stuck my tongue out at Amy. "Fine." I said. "Maybe I did"

"Haha I win again!" She cried and I fake glared at her. We bothe burst into fits of laughter.