ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Anger {Jack/Mark x Reader}

#blacklivesmatter

Requested by @crazykitty3000

Kind of like the preferences, but just Mark and Jack. It's when they rage at a game. (Getting Over It ;))

~Mark~

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I could hear Mark yelling at whatever game he was playing. I flinch at every shout, knowing how frustrated he can get. I decide to go up and get him. He needs a break. And I know I'm going to have to force him too. I open the recording room door to see him screaming at the monitor. "Mark?" Breathing heavily from screaming, and face as red as cherries. "What?" He snapped, not looking at her. I didn't even flinch, knowing he'd be like this. I just go up to him, noticing the game on the screen to be Getting Over It. He's playing that bullshit? I slip my hand in his and drag him to our room. He allows me to do so, but looks unbelievably pissed. We lay in bed, facing each other, and I put his arms around me. I trace soothing shapes on his shoulders and chest. I lightly kiss his forehead, nose, cheeks, and then lips. Eventually he takes a deep breath, hugs me tighter, and pulls me closer.

"You always know just how to make me feel better." He praises, a trace of a smile on his lips. I run my fingers through his hair. "I know that sometimes you just need a little time for you." I tell him. He kisses my lips sweetly. "Well, my time is best spent with you around me." With a smile, I bury my blushing face in his chest. He rest his chin on my head, and we fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

~Jack~

(Y/n) P.O.V.

Jack was recording another video, and by the sound of it, he was really angry. He had been playing Getting Over It lately. He could really frustrated with certain games, but would always refuse to stop. It makes me concerned about him sometimes. What he does for his channel amazes me sometimes. I get up off the couch, and go to the kitchen, deciding to make his something to help him relax. I get some coffee going, and throw some frozen cookie dough in the oven. It doesn't take long for everything to be done. I pour the coffee in his 'UNT' mug, and pile the cookies on a plate. Going to his recording room, where he is still screaming, I set the food on the desk next to him, but still away from the electronics. Having heard me enter, he slumps into his chair with a stormy expression on his face, face red with frustration. "Babe, please relax a little." I state rather then ask. I start to massage his shoulders. He closes his eyes, and leans into my touch, already feeling more relaxed.

I lean down, and kiss his cheek sweetly. "It's gonna be okay. This game won't best you. You're too amazing." I reassure. He's less tense, and no longer red when he smiles up at me, and leans his head against my arm. "You are truly the best, baby." He mumbles. I hand the plate over to him. "If I'm the best, that makes you the legend." I joke, giggling slightly. "I love you." He says, a pure look of love in his eyes. "I love you more."