JackSepticEye/Markiplier/Pewdiepie X Reader imagines

Feud-Markiplier

My brother was JackSepticEye, aka Sean McLoughlin. And for some apparent reason, Mark (Jack's best friend) and I had a huge hatred for each other as soon as we met.

~flashback~

"Mark, this is my little sister y/n." Jack smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. We were at PAX and it was the day I was going to meet Mark.

"She looks like an Irish drunk." Mark simply said.

"I what?" I shouted, taking a couple steps closer to Mark.

"You look like an Irish drunk. Are you deaf too?" Mark raised an eyebrow. Jack held my shoulders, knowing how violent I could get.

"Y/n, stop. He's trying to wind you up." Jack whispered.

"At least I don't look like a bird had its period on my head!" I retorted. Mark growled.

"B*tch." Mark growled.

"Call me that again, I. Dare. You." I stood next to Jack.

"B*tch."

"B*tches do as they're told." I smirked. Mark scowled.

"Y/n, calm down." Jack warned.

"You're telling me to calm down?! Tell that b*stard to calm down!" I protested, my accent thick.

"I hate you." Mark and I said in unison.

~end of flashback~

I placed the house. Jack thought it was an amazing idea to invite Mark over, all the way from LA. I felt hands grip my shoulders before guiding me to the sofa and sitting me down on it.

"Your pacing is annoying me." Jack simply said before a knock was heard on the door. Jack ran over before opening it and revealing the now black haired b*stard. I sat back in the sofa with a scowl plastered on my face.

I turned away from Mark, facing the kitchen door.

"Actually say hi to each other." Jack whined, turning me to face Mark. I simply turned my head away.

"I don't know anyone called Each Other so I can't." I said sarcastically. "I do know that b*stard over there but I'm not greeting him." I pointed to Mark.

"At least I don't get drunk all the time!" Mark shouted.

"Mark... She doesn't drink... You don't know what happened to her when she was younger..." Jack started. Tears brimmed my eyes. I was Jack's adopted sister, you see. My parents had a bad alcohol and drug problem so I never drank alcohol. I stood up, walking over to Mark and pinning him to the door.

"You have no idea what I've gone through. You have no right to say that to me!" I shouted, tears rolling down my cheeks. I walked away from him and ran up the stairs.

Jack's POV

"Mark, dude. You have no idea what she's gone through! You can't stereotype her like that!" I sat on the sofa. Mark sat next to me.

"Then tell me, what has she gone through?" Mark crossed his arms. I took a sigh. Here goes.

"Y/n is my adopted sister. We adopted her when she was ten from an orphanage in Ireland. Her parents had a drinking and drug problem. They consistently abused her and got drunk. She swore never to drink because she didn't want to be like her parents. They did way more than abuse her too. They sold her to a man who raped her, she lived on the streets, got beaten up by drunk men and had to survive on her own until she was ten and got taken to the orphanage. But I know that this story won't stop your feud so fine. Ignore what I said. But never say anything like that to my sister again. Even though you're my best friend, I don't care if I get sent to jail for murder." I growled before calming down. "Now c'mon. We better record a video or two." I sighed, getting up from the sofa and soaking up the stairs.

Mark followed behind me. As we passed y/n's room, I heard what I'd never heard her do before. She was sobbing. The usually strong, independent girl was crying in her room. I sent a glare to Mark before continuing to the recording room.