(Y/n)'s P.O.V.~
As I was looking outside of the airport I could see (bff/n) and I's hotel. It was very tall from where we were standing. And we were only at the airport. Finally I got a taxi to stop and take us to the hotel.~Time skip made by the butt plug broadcast~
As (bff/n) got to the hotel and checked in we went straight to out room. No words were exchanged with us as we were tired. We dropped our bags on our beds and I started to connect to the wifi.
I started to upload one of my videos I premade before we left. I was already 30 minutes late on uploading. Even though that's fine, some of my fans where going crazy. Many thought I died in a plane crash.
As my video was uploading, I went on twitter.
TWITTER:
(Y/n)iplier
@(y/n)iplier
Professional Screamer. Queen of the Squirrels.
Los Angeles.
230 Following 4.8m followers~Mark's P.O.V~
Oh look (y/n) tweeted~Time skip to 5 minutes later~
Not to sound like a crazy fan. But I really thought (y/n) died. Jack had to calm me down. Glad she's fine.I go on twitter and like and retweet her tweet. Ofcourse I replied with something nice. She's never responded to me before. Every fan wishes their favorite person can reply to them. But me, I would die for a response.
~(Y/n)'s P.O.V~
I go and look at some of the responses to my tweet. I like and respond to some. One caught my eye, like for some reason I felt I really had to respect god's desires of this tweet being shown to me at this point and respond.
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Fanfictionwhere you're the youtuber fanboy AU ‐------------ fair warning: i wrote this when i was 13 and its rushed and sucks. if you read it, i am so sorry Highest ranking in markiplier #10