August 21st, 7:47 p.m.
"Hello everyone, my name is Chefiplier. Today, mama will be teaching me and (Y/T/N) here how to cook food fit for Gordan Ramsey, god of food himself." Mark dramatically explains to the camera, holding the Nintendo DS up to the camera to display the starting menu of 'Cooking Mama'.
"The training will be raw, uncensorced, and brutal. But by the end of this we will walk away as top chefs, and the whole country will bow at our feet, begging us to prepare their meals!" Mark narrates to his audience, rather convincingly despite the humor that fell threw the cracks.
You chuckle to yourself at his silly overdramatic explainations. He twists in his seat to eye you.
"Is this funny to you? Out careers are at stake here!" You burst out laughing, your brain creating a pun out of the word 'stake' replacing it instead with 'steak'. Mark turns to the camera, deadpanned.
"I'm doomed." He mumbles, causing you to laugh harder.
"I guess you could say your goose is cooked!" You say, giving the camera double finger guns with your mouth wide open. Mark grumbles at your awful joke.
"Lets just get started before you dad joke yourself to death." He says, clicking play on the tiny screen, swipping at it with the small stylist to chop the vegatables in the designated directions.
"What are you on about, I'm a constant fuckin delight." You reply as he hands you the console for the next part. Mark turns his head to the camera in your periphrial vision and shakes his head.
"I SAW THAT!" You bellow, tracing the lines provided for you in order to stir the stew. Mark chuckles at your side.
"I just want to say, that if we fail miserably at making a presentable meal, its 100% my fault. I cant cook for shit." You chuckle, still following the instructions on screen for stirring. Mark looks between you and the camera, flabbergasted.
"Well I wish you'd have told me that before we began cooking!" He bellows, pointing with his whole hand at the console in your hands.
"What if Gordon fires us?" He excalims, placing both of his hands on his head in horror.
"Or worse, roasts us!?" His voice raises a few octaves as his hands fall from his head to the sides of his face, his horror growing. You cant help your brain creating puns out of the word "roast" for it to mean the actual cooking process. You laugh harder, thankfully just as your turn comes to an end.
"See, perfect score, nothing to worry about." You say after regaining your composure and handing the DS back to Mark. He pretends to waft the smell of the food into his nose before turning to narrow his eyes at you.
"You arent fired yet." He says, pointing the stylist at you threateningly, causing another laugh to bubble from you. He smirks over at you covertly, seemingly happy to see you smile so easily for the first time since Jack left.
You quickly push the thoughts of him away, forcing yourself to focus on playing the game with Mark. At one point, he screws up a move for rolling the dumplings, and his panicked screams send him tumbling into failure after failure. The two of you are sent into a fit of hysterics at the random vulgarities falling out of his mouth. His pathetic score pops up on the screen and the two of you could only continue laughing unbridaledly.
"I uh, I think we made Ramsey proud here today. I mean if he doesnt want to eat this perfection then he might as well never eat again right? Anyway, thank you all so much for joining me and (Y/T/N) today. Her link will be posted in the description below of you're interested, and I will see you in the next one. Buh-bye!" Mark waves at the camera familiarly. He hands you the console mindlsssly before standing to click off the camera. He turns back to you with a smile still spread across his lips.
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Crashing. (A JSE×reader fanfic)
Hayran Kurgu(This is part two to "A Leap Of Faith.") It seems that you and Jack have hit a rough patch. What with all the arguing and spitting venom at one another, it seems as if things will never be as they were. Will you and Jack mend everything, leading to...
