Mystery!YouTuber x Reader [One Shot]

AN; Happy Valentines Day all! I decided to break away from my commission colouring and write a Youtubers x Reader for you all in dedication of the day of celebrating your aloneness or togetherness XD I watched some Cry videos when I wrote this (because Cry Reads videos are the way to go) so these are probably influenced by that, especially since, you know.. Cry! If you read al of this then I salute you noble officer /salute/ Enjoy

~Taiyou

Includes;

>PewDiePie

>Cryaotic

>Markiplier

>Yamimash

>Minx

>Krism

Song: youtu.be/yZ6LS8wlKYw

[This uses the basic x Reader key if you want to call it that <s>I have nothing else to call it</s>, '[e/c]' is eye colour, '[h/c]' is hair colour, '________' is your name,etc.]

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'________. Hey, _________- get your ass up!'

A thick Swedish accent attacked your ears, your eyes barely opening before you let a groan out into the warm air that surrounded your body. The thin quilt was wrapped around your body tightly, protecting you from the late winter that was beating around the outside of the house that you were in.

'Go away Felix. I'm not get... tin... Up...'

The [e/c] orbs began to shut halfway through your sentence. You'd been out with your friends late yesterday and it had gotten to you- things weren't the same as they were when you were younger.

Air pushed itself into the side of your neck, your slender hand brushing away the feeling of it without a second thought- it was too early to be alive. You knew that even if the thumping in your head subsided you wouldn't get up; laziness was one of your most prominent perks.

'Get... UP!!!'

Screaming erupted in your ear and you flailed, the sheet coming undone suddenly as your body thumped into the floor heavily, your breath suddenly evading you. Your chest hurt and you gasped for breath in between yawns.

'Javla skit! ________, are you okay?'

You pushed yourself up, coughs erupting as you were finally able to breath again as anger flooded over you.

'What the Hell Felix?!'

'S-Sorry! I didn't mean it!'

'Suuuure.'

Rolling your eyes, you managed to stumble onto your feet, the door slamming into the wall as it opened.

'I heard a scream- what's going on? Are you both okay?'

'Jesus Christ, what is this- a house party? Cry we're both fine, okay? Felix just scared the crap out of me.'

'U-Uhm... Birdie?'

You looked over at the mention of your nickname, your [e/c] orbs glaring at the man in your doorway, more so at the man who obscured the left half of him.

'Get the Hell out.'

'Birdie, please just... Wrap the quilt around you or something.'

'Wha...?'

You looked down only to see yourself wearing nothing but Batman underwear. Moments later you were flipping out, wrapping the quilt around your body in a desperate attempt to cover yourself up from their peering eyes. You could feel their gazes returning your own, a blush thrusting itself onto your cheeks.

'Get out then!'

Eyes glanced down and a shoe found its way into your hand, throwing its body at Felix's laughing face, hitting his hand as it tried to muffle his laughter- it wasn't working. His laugh was too obnoxious to be stopped by such things and you sighed in disapproval, Cry turning his back to you as he shuffled out of the room awkwardly- he was probably blushing by the way that he hung his head.

Your room ended up being empty and relief flooded over you, your hands immediately darting towards your draws in the hopes of finding something worth wearing- today was going to be a long day.

****

'Hi Michelle.'

'Oh, hey Birdie.'

'Where's Krism?'

'She's tired after last night- exhausted herself with all the dancing so she's decided to take a nap.'

'Oh, okay.'

A pale hand pushed a bowl towards you, the object filled with milk to midlevel.

'...Huh?'

'Cereal. You gotta have some Birdie.'

'Stop calling me 'Birdie' guys.'

'Blame Cry.'

Yet another sigh escaped from your lips and it wasn't too good a sign- a lot of sighing usually made you impervious to anything good or exciting that happened during the day as unlikely as it was to happen. Your body sauntered to the cereal shelf and you pulled down a box of [favourite cereal]; nothing too upsetting for your stomach but still a damn good cereal.

'What the fuck man?!'

As you tilted the box a British shout imposed on your hearing. Everyone in this house had the tendency to shout when and where they wanted, regardless of whether anyone was asleep.

'Yami! Shut up- Krism's asleep.'

'But... MY FREAKING LAPTOP DIED! NO WAY!'

Frantic footsteps approached from the staircase, an angry Yamimash clutching his laptop as near to his chest as he could without dropping it, a blackened screen reflecting back from his eyes. You could physically see the anguish that lay on Michelle's face, unable to hold back from shouting at him.

'Yami! I told you to shut up, okay?! Krism's RESTING! You get that you idiot?!'

Her hand slapped his cheek and Yami growled at her, an angry expression taking over- fights always happened. IT was weird now that you thought about it. Mere months ago you'd been residing at your parents house, filling out the endless paper work that may or may not have gotten you into university and now none of it mattered. You had a new job and you weren't bothered with the fuss of socializing with people you didn't know or filling out that damned work.

'Minx... My laptop. It's my baby. IT'S MORE IMPORTANT THAN SLEEP.'

You rushed forward, resting the still half filled cereal bowl in your left hand as your right pushed itself into Yami's stomach in an attempt to stop him from punching Minx.

'Just take it down the road, I'm sure [friend's name] will fix it for you- tell [him/her] that I sent you and he'll do it more urgently okay?'

'Fine.'

He stuck his tongue out at Minx and she did the same in return except with more violently, the way she usually completed actions. Your hand danced out to her and stroked a strand of her purple dyed hair behind her ear, your eyes squinting as you did so.

'Hey Michelle.'

'Krism? What are you doing up? I told you to get some rest.'

'Whatever whore. Hey Birdi-'

'Stop calling me Birdie please Krism.'

'Whatever Birdie. So, Minx's new hair cut annoying you?'

'More than it was before. It's too short at the front now- it won't tuck behind her ear properly. See?!'

You gestured at her face with your hands, stepping aside so that she could lay her eyes on it from the door frame. Everyone seemed to be getting more awake now and it wasn't so lonely as you remembered your old weekends being. It may annoy you slightly but you still couldn't help enjoying it all the same.

'It looks super adorable to me.'

'Thanks K.'

'Don't call me K!'

'Then don't call me whore.'

'Whore.'

'K.'

'Fuck you.'

'I would if I could.'

'Damn it Minx!'

You heard Minx's laugh before you noticed her hand concealing her mouth- it was a habit that a lot of people had. You used to do it.

'Got it!'

A mad voice approached from the stair case and, mere seconds later, the bulb above you let out a sharp squeal before falling blank. You were submerged in the darkness and you sighed.

'Just how long did I sleep?'

'From about... 3 in the morning till 11 at night.'

'Shit.'

'Hey Birdie, do me a favour and sort Mark out- stop him from breaking anything else. I need to talk to Minx a second.'

'Sure thing.'

You reached out for the wall eagerly, its body guiding you through the slender doorway and past Krism. Several stumbling trips up the stairs later you were on the landing, an argument between Felix and Cry blatantly obvious. It was too late to be fighting but, of course, when hey were drunk they didn't care.

'That you ________?'

'Yep. What'd you do now?'

'I kinda broke the fuse.'

'Shit.'

'Hey, uh, Birdie? You couldn't climb up there for me could you? It's be easier for me to hold the ladder than it would be for you to hold it with me on it.'

'Whatever, just don't let go okay?'

'Course not!'

Climbing the rungs in an attempt to turn the power back on, you arrived in the attic that was cluttered with cardboard boxes and blankets that no one wanted to use anymore. You were actually glad that you couldn't see what was in the room- spiders and dead wasps weren't the happiest sight for someone who hated insects more than you could imagine.

'You're mine now.'

A pair of lips collided with your own as you gasped in shock, shadows guarding their identity.  This time darkness wasn't your ally, to quote Bane. A pair of hands rested on your elbows through the thin material of your shirt.

'Who-'

'I'm whoever you want me to be.'