Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Imagines <3

Hangover

You spent the night with Jack, Mark, Felix, and Ken at Mark's house. They were all spending the week with you and Mark, just having fun and spending time with all of them. After a full day of video gaming and walking around, you all decided to go out to eat. Once the beers starting to come, you knew Mark was in trouble.
"You know how you get when you drink too much." You remember warning Mark, who was currently giggling at Felix's horrible joke. Jack laughed at Mark, chugging down another glass of ice cold beer. You shook your head because you knew how this was going to end. The night was filled with laughter and beer, drunken stumbles and slurs, and a drunk group of friends. You had to pull Jack off of the bar table, keeping him from trying to pole dance.
Ken and Felix had to be restrained when they tried to compete on who could chug their beers the quickest. You were laughing so hard tears were in your eyes as Mark stumbled over to you and tried to use cheesy pick up lines on you.
You were the one who drove everybody back, got everyone to bed, and even helped Mark into his bed. Felix ended up cussing someone out in Swedish on the street as you pushed him into the front door. He was currently passed out on the couch, his hat over his face as he face planted the couch. Jack was curled up on the chair, snoring away as his green hair stuck in several directions. Ken was flat out on the floor below Felix, cuddling his bear hat and mumbling about toast.
You were the only sober one, a little tipsy, but still beating all three of them. It was morning by now, the birds chirping outside. The house was filled with snores and random bursts of conversation from the slumbering Ken. You quickly fixed them breakfast, pancakes and toast, and plenty of ice water.
"Babe?" Mark's croaky voice echoed down the hallway. You heard his footsteps, and then saw his face emerge. His hair was stuck up and he rubbed at his eyes. He groaned and held his head as he shuffled into the kitchen.
"Headache?" You asked in amusement, crossing your arms. He stuck his tongue out at you and grabbed the glass of water in your hands. You kissed his forehead as he chugged down the ice water. The other boys started waking up once they smelled the pancakes and toast. They started grumbling and moaning about aches and pains.
"Why am I on the flo-FELIX! GET OFF OF ME!" Ken shouted, startling a slumbered Felix from his sleep. He had rolled over and was currently on top of Ken. Felix chuckled and rolled off, standing up. They all walked in, rubbing their heads and smiling sheepishly at you.
"Damn, my head hurts. Shut yer cake hole, Ken!" Jack said, rubbing his temples. They all chugged down the water and sat down for food. As they munched away, you giggled and pulled out a pack of beer from the fridge. They all stopped chewing once their eyes landed on the beer. A chorus of groans came from the boys, even making Felix a shade paler in his face. Mark chuckled weakly and scarfed down his pancake.
"Lesson learned?" You asked, giving them another round of food. They all nodded, mouths full of pancakes and toast. You put the alcohol back, feeling satisfied. Awhile later, the boys were there perky selves and playing video games.
"BACK YOUR ARSE UP INTO THAT!"
"NO YOU ASSBUTT! YOU GO THERE!"
"NAE! YOU GO THERE! THERE!"
"Uh guys? You probably should go th-"
"SHUT UP KEN!"
You giggled as you overheard their conversation. It was late into the afternoon when you decided to grab some lunch for them all. Mark came in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He kissed your neck and hugged you tightly.
"I'm never drinking a beer again." Mark said, chuckling. You laughed with him, shaking your head. You turned around and pulled him into a sweet kiss.
"GROSS!" Jack shouted, causing you to jump. You glared at him, hearing the boys laugh. Mark was about to pull you in for another kiss when the boys opened the front door.
"HEY LOVER BIRDS! BOB AND WADE AGREED TO MEET US UP FOR BEERS AND FOOD! LETS GO!" Felix shouted, running out the door.
   "SPEED IS KEY, MOTHER FUCKERS!"
   Mark gasped and pulled you along with him. He grinned widely back at you and winked, getting into the car. You slapped your forehead with your hand, shaking your head. You looked at all four boys watching you with amused grins and wide eyes. You plopped yourself down in the driver's seat and rolled your eyes.
"Here we go again." You sighed in defeat.