ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

I Want Nothing Else {Mark x Reader}

Warning: Attempted rape. It doesn't go far, but feel free to skip that section (or the chapter) I will leave marks.

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I walk out of the bar, into the chilly night air. I'm kinda drunk. Enough so that my walking is a bit off. I look at my phone to call my best friend, Mark, to ask him to pick me up, but I have 11 missed calls and 34 texts from him. I don't want him to listen to me answer and say I'm drunk. I listen to one voicemail. '(Y/n) you better not be at the bar. I swear that's the only place you go when you leave the house.' I hear him sigh. 'I'm worried. Come home. Please.' It cuts off. It's been hard. I found out that my ex boyfriend, John, is in another relationship via social media.

It's been a few months, and seeing those pictures made me really lonely, I almost missed him. Except then I remembered that John had sex with another woman. I hardly left the house, and am currently taking a break from YouTube because I don't want them to see me this unhappy. Everything feels like it's fallen out of place. Seeing him with that other girl made me want to drink to forget about how lonely I was. The only reason I stopped was because I thought of how much I would hate it if Mark, or even one of his or my fans, saw me like this.

I get lost in my thoughts as I attempt to walk home. Mark has really been my rock during this whole ordeal. Letting me stay with him when I moved out of the apartment John and a I shared, and doing his best to keep my spirts up. Although sometimes I swear he is happy about the split. I never found out why, but Mark never seemed to like John even before the end.... I hear a sound coming from an alleyway. I stumble a little, looking into the dark alleyway. "Hello?" I don't hear a reply, so I keep walking. But only for a few seconds before I'm grabbed. I try to cry out, but the person covers my mouth. I bite their hand, getting them to remove it long enough for me to cry out for help once before they smack me, covering my mouth again. I try to somehow kick or hit them, but I'm powerless in my drunken state.

If you want to skip, skip to after the ~~~~~~~~~

The person drags me into the back of the alleyway, pinning me against the wall with their hips. I'm almost not surprised to see the tall bartender. He was eyeing me all night, and seemed upset when I turned him down. He smacks me again. "You better keep quiet, bitch!" He threatens quietly. I whimper in fear, not knowing what to do. I struggle weakly against him, causing him to punch me. "Don't struggle. Save yourself the energy. If you let it happen, you won't remember a thing in the morning." He attack's my neck with bites, sucking on exposed skin. I pull away, crying out for help again. He throws me to concrete ground, making me hit my head. "Knock it of you drunk whore, or I'm going to fuck your corpse.

He climbs on over me. Between being drunk and getting hit on the head, I'm to weak to do anything. With my last bit of adrenaline, I use my hands to weakly push on his chest, making him chuckle. "Shhh, it will all be over soon." I whisper a last help. I feel his hands go up my shirt while he continues to leave hickeys on my neck, but luckily for me, someone stops him before he can get to far. I feel the bartender get pulled of me, and hear the sounds of punches being thrown. I turn to see Mark kick the guy to the ground. "Stay away from her, you sick fuck." He growls. He rushes back to my side. "I've got you. It's okay." He soothes. I finally pass out as Mark lifts me bridal style.

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I wake up in my bed. I sit up, pain flaring up on my head where I hit it. I see a bruise on my face from where that guy punched me. I cry, remembering the sickening touch of that guy, how Mark had to see me weak and vulnerable and drunk, how I couldn't protect myself. I thought of how disappointed Mark must be. I sob at that last thought. I can't show my face to him ever again! I'm practically wailing by now, which obviously caught Mark's attention, because he rushes into the room. "(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), Hey it's okay, it's okay, Hey, Hey, look at me." He sits on my bed next to me, holding my face to make me look at him. "You're okay, you're safe." He promises. "I'm sorry Mark." I wail.

"Why are you apologizing? There isn't anything to apologize for." He reassures, pulling me into a hug. "No. I'm sorry you had to see me such a mess, that you have to deal with me, that I made myself a disappointment. I'm so sorry." I cry into his chest. He pulls me away, just enough to look me in the eye. "(Y/n), you are not a disappointment. What happened isn't your fault. I'm not dealing with you, or tolerating you, or anything else. I'm helping and protecting you because you mean so much to me (Y/n). You're not a mess, you're beautiful in every way." He soothes, wiping tears away.

I hug him once more. "Thank you, Mark." He hugs back. "Get some rest. I'll make you something to eat, okay?" I nod, and he gets up to leave. He turns back like he wants to say something else, but doesn't, and leaves. He's so sweet and caring. Maybe I should have been with him instead of John. I shake those thoughts away. We're only friends. The most I'll ever be is the girl who needs to get her life together, living in his house. I decide that I don't want to sleep, so I grab my phone to pull up YouTube. I was going to read comments on one of my own videos, but notice that Mark uploaded a video. I know his schedule, and this video was off, so I clicked it.

'Hello everybody. I'm making this video to let everyone know that I will be a little MIA for a bit. See, something bad happened to my friend (Y/n), or some of you may know her as (YT/n). Details are for her to give later on, but she did make a video on her channel explaining that she was in a bad spot, and taking a break. She has been living with me. And like I said, something bad happened, and I have to help her. This isn't her asking for my help, or me being forced to. I have to help her because I love her guys. And once the time is right, I'm going to tell her. I want nothing else but to protect her, and hold her, and love her. So you see, I can't leave her alone. I have to do this. That's all I have to say for now, but please remember to let (Y/n) have privacy, and be considerate. Thank you, buh-bye.'

I stare at the screen in shock. I quickly stand, ignoring the pain on my head yelling at me to rest. I rush down the stairs, finding Mark in the kitchen. "(Y/n)? Did something else-" I stop him. "I saw the video." I state. "The video?" He plays dumb, but I see him stiffen. "The video you made." I answer vaguely. He smirks. "I make a lot of videos. Besides, since when do you watch them?" "Cut the crap. You love me." I state. His face pales. "You saw that?" I nod. He collects himself. "Well, what I said is true. I understand if this makes things weird. I was going to tell you, but I figured Now wasn't a good time, and that you still miss the last relationship, and I didn't want you to fell obligated, and-" I cut him off by bringing his lips to mine. "O-Okay." His face is red. "I want to see where this goes, i-If you want to that is." "I want nothing else in the whole world." We kiss again, but get pushed apart by Chica. We laugh, and pat her head. I spend the rest of day getting watched over by Mark.