Dabbles

I started finishing what I was writing so hey what’s up??

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Yo babz I see you and I thank you

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Been awhile, Ope. May or may not have fractured my elbow on the same day he posted about breaking his nose the second time. Hope this isn’t too bad.

You had laughed when mark broke the bridge of his nose against a chair, yeah you made sure he was okay afterwards but it was still funny as hell.

It wasn’t as funny now as karma bit you in the ass.

It was actually the last thought you had as you went flying off the longboard, crashing into the pavement of the street on your arms- backpack flying off your back alongside you. A car stopped ahead of you, the driver coming out to check in as well as two people just walking on the sidewalks.

You assured them you were fine, a hiss leaving you as you got up checking what hurt and what didn’t. The driver grabbing your backpack for you.

‘Hey thanks man, appreciate it.’

‘No problem! Are you sure you’re okay? That looked brutal. I could give you a ride wherever you’re going if you need?’

You shook your head smiling lightly.

‘Again, appreciate it but I’m just going another block, I don’t mind walking it’ll help me ride through the adrenaline.’

The others nodded after making sure you seemed solid on your feet before you all went your separate ways.

Other than a few scrapes on your hands and probable bruises you felt fine and by the time you got home the stinging from those were basically forgotten.

—-

Seeing Ethan and Evans cars in the driveway you lit up excited to see what chaos they were doing today for the cryptic channel.

Coming into the backyard you saw Vixen Deville, remembering the old videos they had done with her, and the Arial hoop set up. The boys acknowledged you quickly before returning their attention over as you came up next to Amy to watch. As the video continued on you started feeling a dull throb in your elbow, not a bad pain but enough to be there and as you crossed your arms to keep it close to you noticed how it stiffened up more and more.

You didn’t have much time to focus on it as mark moved wrong on the hoop and face planted the metal full force, right under and into his nose.

You moved to follow the others to check on him but as you lowered your arm pain shot straight through your elbow causing you to hiss next to Amy who glanced over as you cradled it again.

Once they were sure mark probably broke his nose again and continued the video, Amy leaned over to you, curiosity still in her eyes.

‘Hey bubs whats up?’

‘Nothin nothin, I just fell off my board on the way home and my elbow hurts abit. It’s probably fine.’

She didn’t believe you and you knew it, but nodded regardless.

‘If it keeps up when we take mark to the hospital we can take you too, just to make sure okay?’

You sighed but nodded, knowing she would bring it up to Mark regardless and then for sure there would be no way out of it. They knew you minimized your pain on the regular, it was the reason you almost needed surgery on a broken wrist years back after waiting two weeks to tell them.

—-

By the time filming was done for the day and the other boys had left, you had minimal movement in your arm and while the pain wasn’t horrible, it was definitely still there and worse than before. Amy watched as you winced and when she heard Mark come down ready to head to the ER she caught him first.

‘Hey mark?’

‘Yeah what’s up?’

‘Would you mind taking Lukas with you? I think somethings wrong with his arm.’

He looked both concerned and curious as he trailed back into the living room, now noticing the swelling of your arm around the joint and how you hugged it to you.

‘Wanna tell me what’s going on buddy?’

‘I uh.. crashed my longboard.. when I was riding home.. it didn’t hurt much when it happened and I could still move my arm fine but as the days gone on it just got worse, but I’m okay it’s not like, it probably hurts less than your nose-‘

Noticing he was in front of you looking it over cut yourself off before he sighed gently, a worried smile on his face.

‘Alright cmon kid, lets go get ourselves checked out.’

The ride to the hospital was calming, conversations about random shit and music playing in the background. When you guys finally arrived a half hour later the nurse tried to tell you only one could be in the room but after Mark countered you were both there for broken bones and lived together she caved, allowing him to stick with you in the room.

Hospitals had never been easy for you.

Thankfully the visit went quickly, with a confirmed fractured elbow and broken nose between the two of you and by the time you were headed home it wasn’t horribly late.

You were however, anticipating the ‘lecture’ from Amy about how you needed to keep your sling on and not ride until the doctor cleared you.

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I just need pride

And Gibbs

With kids

Please

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I have too much writers block for this shit dicjfjdjdkgkfjdj

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A Bottle and a blanket, the night sky above you. Eyes wandering across the stars above as you laid in the grass, smiling faintly as you heard steps approach you with paws and soft noses invading your space.

‘Enjoying yourself?’

‘Yeah man just chillin’

Mark laid next to you, joining you in your gazing before directing your attention to a specific cluster of stars.

‘You know what that is? It’s Ursa Major,’

‘Oh yeah isn’t it the Big Dipper? And there’s a small one too right?’

He nodded as he pointed it out, before continuing with others across the sky at this time of year. The story’s of ancient times that followed each constellation had you in awe as you listened to him ramble.

‘How do you know all this?’

‘Took an interest in it years ago and just never really forgot I guess,’

‘Well it’s cool as hell.. thank you Mark.’

He nodded next to you, lazily petting Chica. You felt Henry’s head on your leg as the comfort of sleep got closer to you.

‘Mark m tired, help me up?’

You heard a chuckle before seeing a hand being offered to you, hoisting you standing and handing you the half empty bottle as y’all made it inside. Mark ruffled your hair, saying goodnight as you decided on the couch over your bed, dozing off peacefully.

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Hey y’all

I know y’all don’t care too much but gimme a hot second to get new stuff out, w everything going on and two jobs at risk my anxiety is causing a mad writers block but I’ll be back in a hot sec. I got some shit in the works I just can’t finish em rn.

Stay safe everyone. 💚💚💚

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Idk what this is

While traveling and being in new locations was as second nature to you as staying home, being home alone for extended times were not.

It was normal when you were a kid, sure, brothers were moved out and your parents travelled, leaving you home alone for a weekend or week occasionally. Times were fun, you felt like a rebellious teen and would have friends come over to binge movies and stock up on snacks and junk food. You slept wherever, ate whatever, did anything.

It’s crazy how moving out and being left home alone in a relatively active household can change that.

Mark and Amy were gone for work stuff, a mild few days of you and the animals left back in LA. Things were good, you worked and were lazy, spoiling yourself one night to drink and smoke in the tub.

Half way through the time it shifted, you had heard something downstairs and your heart sped up, acid hitting the base of your throat. You knew logically it was just a fluff but that didn’t prevent you grabbing your sword and knife.

Trailing the house, Mark would’ve made so many jokes at his younger wielding a sword before entering any room.

The rising paranoia caused you to end up sleeping with both blades within reach, your sleep itself restless and light.

As the last night of solitude kicked in your anxiety was at its worse, causing you to sleep in the comfort of your brothers studio on the couch. Both pups were with you as you felt the sheath of the sword against your back, knife under your pillow.

As they stirred late into the night it woke you, fear gripping you as you grabbed both blades, moving quickly into the closet. Footsteps could be heard coming near the whining pups at the door, a faint light following as a hooded figure came into view. As both pups acknowledged and ran past the form you pushed ourself out of the room yelling with both blades up, ready to attack anyone.

Mark screamed back as you scared the living shit out of him.

‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?’

‘I HAVE ANXIETY AND HEARD A NOISE THE OTHER NIGHT.’

As he stood and caught his breath, your own slowly returning to you as you both shook he sighed and dragged you into a hug.

‘Please set the blades down and hug me back.’

‘No.’

‘Fair.’

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Pucks and Trophies (just assume sibling!reader at this point 🙃)

The seconds were counting down, everything was loud, people were screaming, banging on glass.

Your vision was hindered from the helmet you wore as you tore across ice, trying to keep speed with your teammate and opponent. As you both closed in on the goal, you saw your teammates stick fly in your direction, puck hitting and reverberating through your own stick in your hands. It was second nature now, a quick flick of the wrist and shoulder as you sent the puck flying again straight into the netting behind the other teams goalie.

The alarm went off signifying the end of the game as you felt bodies slam into you, shock and euphoria hitting you as the score changed putting your team in the lead.

You had won the national championships.

You had made the winning goal.

You felt yourself being lifted off the ice onto two of your teammates shoulders, the trophy being put into your hands by someone as you lifted it over your head in one hand, taking your helmet off with the other. It was a blur as you all made your way off the ice, giving respects to the losing team as you returned to locker rooms to change. Disgusting sweaty and gross you eventually made it out to the lobby, Mark and Amy with your mom and step mom, all sporting team colours as they cheered when they saw you. You couldn’t lose the grin on your face, still in shock that you made the shot on the line. After a round of hugs you found yourself being hoisted up again, this time on your brothers shoulders as he carried you out, people calling out to you as you left congratulating you.

You found yourself celebrating with the team and their families at the hotel, breaking records across the board in the college hockey world. Your team was nothing prior to the past few seasons, building in ranks and beating games your school and the division never saw happen before. It was well into the night when you finally moved back to your room, mildly drunk and covered in school colours. Sharing a room with your brother and Amy, you were surprised they were still awake as you walked in, grinning goofily as Amy laughed towards you.

‘Feelin alright there bud?’

‘Mhm feelin great man, feeling on top of the world.’ Marks chuckle as you moved to flop on your bed had you giggling back.

‘I’m so fucking proud of you kid, you absolutely killed it out there. Do you wanna see the shot?’

You nodded sitting back up eyes wide. Some people had gotten some blurry shots but none looked good, you were anxious if they had managed to get a clear look at it.

‘Oh god are you kidding me yes!’

Amy moved to grab the camera, turning it to some action shots of the game of you as she sat next to you before pulling up a video. It was only 10 seconds but was a perfect run of the pass off going into your shot at the goal, puck flying past the goalie and slamming into the back of the netting. You yelled in shock seeing it fully, arms flying up at the screen despite knowing it was you.

‘That’s fucking wild! That fucking- holy shit it’s so /clean/ I actually fucking? Jesus!’

Both laughed at you, grinning with pride as you rambled your own break down of the game as you laid with your head in Amy’s lap, her playing softly with your hair.

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Anyone else remember the stream I am the absolute worst?

No?

Here you go anyways

You and Amy had gone to see friends, finally feeling alive again after being gone filming Heist for so long.

Mark had confirmed the side door was unlocked for when y’all got back and as you did, said door was in fact, locked.

‘Huh.’

‘Hold on, lemme call him,’

Several calls and texts from the both of you later, you ventured to the other side of the house and managed to atleast get into the garage.

Again, y’all were stopped as the door leading into the house was, also, locked.

‘Yikes, what now?’

‘The van I guess?’

You nodded, shrugging at the situation and going into the back of the van, finding random pillow cases and one of chica’s old beds. Each of you took a pillow case, laying on opposite ends of the dog bed using that as a pillow. She laid her pillow case over her shoulders, you laying yours the same.

Neither of you slept much at all due to the motion sensor light in the garage, triggering it when either would shift even slightly, causing the van to move. Each time both of you would be jolted awake, you would talk aimlessly and joke until sleep settled again, repeating this as the hours passed each time the light flared back to life.

Come 7:30 in the morning, you had properly zonked out an hour prior, pillow case over your head, face first into the dog bed. Amy was surprised awake as the garage door opened, lights coming back to life as a quick ‘Amy??’ Rang softly through the echoey room. She popped her head out, seeing mark in his boxers still peeking into the room.

‘Oh you’re not dead!’ She smiled, sleepy as hell as mark came over apologizing over and over again. Putting a finger to her lips she pointed into the van where your corpse like vessel was slumped.

Once mark was able to get you up and off to his bed, you and Amy passed back out, finally in a dark room with a fan hitting the both of you.

Mark dressed, moving to his studio as he set up his stream. Once he was sure everything was working he immediately started with,

‘I am, I’m the worst.’ He smiled as he rambled on before shaming himself for y’alls encounter.

Waking up hours later, Amy was giggling at her phone as you shuffled closer to see what it was, still too asleep to form words. She showed you the twitter page, all a spam of what had happened and the responses to her own additions of the set up y’all had, and finally, you knocked out, head covered, face down.

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Aight here’s more pissed angsty Mark to end it off (part 3)

Ethan slipped out of the house before Marks meeting finished to ensure y’all wouldn’t be caught. You decided to nap the rest of the time, being woken up when there was knocking on your door. Still mostly asleep you ignored it, hearing it open and steps come up to your bed, nudging your arm abit.

‘Hmm, tired, later..’

‘Time to eat, get up, not taking no for an answer.’

Marks voice wasn’t as harsh as it had been but you still shifted away from him, curling more into your blanket.

You heard him sigh before the blanket was moved off you, arms shifted under yours to hoist you up and out of the warmth.

‘Hey what the fuck! Mark god dammit-‘

‘We need to talk, grow up and get over it.’

He kept his hold on you until he was at the stairs, finally dropping you to your feet and nudging you forward. You sighed before heading down into the kitchen, giving in as you sat at the table knowing you wouldn’t eat until he talked.

He sat across from you, waiting as he formed his words, his structure shifting in annoyance.

‘So just casually lying to me?’

‘You didn’t want me going over there and I wanted to go.’

‘So you tell me you’re going to fucking ethans house. Who is also one of my closest friends and work buddies. And you thought that would work.’

You were quiet for a moment, your silence bringing another thought into his mind and he straightened in his seat.

‘You’re fucking kidding me.’

‘Look man you never questioned it or him-‘

‘August you want me to trust you? You could be doing god fucking anything when you leave here.’

‘I.. didn’t th-‘

‘Yeah I can tell you didn’t think about any of this, playing god with me like I’m some sort of moron!’ As his voice rose your demeanor shrank, sinking into the seat as your gaze went to the table.

‘I cannot fucking believe you right now. How bout I pull this shit and go do a drug run hm? Or fucking shoot someone, go to a strip club, sneak up on you when you think I’m gone and fucking beat the shit out of you. Why don’t I do exactly what you did and show up at your partners place and get it on with them huh?’

You knew he was being dramatic to get his point across but the last two struck close, starting your anxiety to build again.

‘M-Mark look I’m sorry I won’t-‘

‘No don’t fucking, just stop. Shut up and get a plate. Whatever, you can do whatever the fuck you want.’

He didn’t move as he sat there thinking, glueing you to your own seat in fear. When he barked at you again you jumped, getting a plate for yourself despite no longer being hungry. As you sat again you more played with your food than ate it. Eventually mark stood, getting a plate for himself, actions and movements loud and angry. You winced as his plate hit the table across from you as he began to eat. He finished before you, dropping his plate into the sink before heading upstairs, slamming the door behind him to his studio. With no appetite, you moved your plate to the fridge before returning to your room, your movements silent to not disturb your elder.

Your peace wasn’t for long as you heard your brother bang on your door some time later. Jumping up you opened it only to have your shirt grabbed again, being forced back into the kitchen and into the same seat. He went to the fridge grabbing your uneaten food and heated it up again, setting it harshly in front of you when it was ready.

‘Eat.’

‘I’m not-‘

‘I said eat.’

His voice was dark and low, giving you no room for options as he stood there waiting. You caved, beginning to eat slowly as your hands shook, flinching every time he shifted next to you until he went to move dishes into the washer, cleaning up the kitchen abit. When you were done you sat head low, waiting for permission like a child until he acknowledged you again. He sighed when he looked over, grabbing your plate but not excusing you as he added it to the dishwasher. When he finished he walked over to the table, sitting and looking to you.

‘Are you done pulling this shit?’

You nodded faintly, still too afraid to look up.

‘Are you done lying to me?’

Again you nodded, waiting for anything else from him.

Mark stood, making you wince in your seat as he walked over to you and ruffled your hair gently.

‘It’s late, head to bed, I love you.’

With that he left for his own room, leaving you to head to yours for the night.

He was done being angry, done giving you shit, not like you felt better about it.

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Some sneaky fluff w a soft boi behind angry Mark (part 2)

You spent the day in bed, texting your partner updates and wasting time staring at the wall. You had gotten a text from Ethan asking what had happened and your response prompted a call from him.

You declined it quickly, throwing another text his way.

‘I’m under silent arrest, can’t talk, what’s up?’

‘(Y/n) your an idiot but are you okay?’

‘Yeah I’m fine, just stressed and bored.’

‘I bet, I’m sorry dude :(‘

You breathed a chuckle at your friend, deciding to test fate further.

‘Wanna bring a pizza or subway to my window?’

‘You can’t be serious.’

‘I’m already fucked man and I’m hungry, I’m not allowed out till dinner- well till he calls me down’

What little smile you had faltered as you got no response, and you went back to keeping busy with mindless things for awhile until your phone vibrated again.

‘Whatcha want on your sub?’

Within another half an hour, you got the text to check your window. Opening it, your saving grace was grinning up at you, bag and drink in hand.

‘How do I get up here?’

You chuckled before relating directions to him, watching him manage to scale the structure without spilling anything. As Ethan made it to your window, you helped him in so he could recoup before he left.

‘So how are you?’ Your voices were hushed as you spoke, worried of your elder catching any parts.

‘Yaknow, good, outed my friend this morning, snuck into a house to deliver food, the usual.’

His grin was contagious as you hugged him, his arms wrapping around you as well.

‘Stick around to record for abit? Worlds quietest lets play?’

As his eyes widen in surprise you relaxed when he finally nodded, taking the challenge and joining you on the floor as you set everything up.

There were times during the session that mark would walk past your room, one time where he knocked and Ethan his under your bed as you talked to your brother briefly. He informed you he was leaving for a meeting and to pick up food, asking your order and telling you y’all would be talking when he got back.

You didn’t breathe and Ethan didn’t leave his hiding spot until the front door had opened and shut.

‘Eth where did you park?’

‘On the other side of the block, don’t worry. You think this is my first break in?’

When y’all finished the session, he helped you edit it quickly so you could upload it, setting it to post later tonight after you and your brother would have talked.

You knew you’d get some shit for this but couldn’t care, already accepting your fate for tonight as you laughed with your friend.

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I don’t have a title and tumblr won’t let me post as much as I want so have some angsty Mark (part 1)

No actual violence but he mad mad

Ethan was laying on his couch, being lazy with Spencer when he got the call from Mark.

‘Hey man what’s up!’

‘Hey is augs there already? He left his camera here.’

‘What?’

‘What?’

Both sides of the call was silent for a moment as the boys processed what was just said.

‘You’re not seeing August tonight are you.’

‘No..’

‘Alright, thanks man I’ll talk to you later’

‘Wait mark do you know where he is?’

‘I have an idea.’

The phone clicked ending the call as Mark grabbed his jacket and keys, sending a quick text to his younger before hopping into the car, starting his drive.

—-

You were lazily making out with your partner, hands wandering each other when there was a pounding at the door. Startling both of you, they got up to check who had shown up before giving out a soft ‘oh’. As you stood up to see who it was, your brother came into view, coming up to you and grabbing you by the shirt leading you out to the car and pushing you into the passenger seat. As he returned to the drivers side, you started shaking at the annoyance and anger radiating off of him.

The hour ride home was made in completely silence, feeling much longer than it typically did. As you finally saw your house come into view, you tensed up waiting for your brother to make the first move. You didn’t need to wait long as he slammed his door shut and came around the car to you, grabbing hold of your shirt once again and leading you inside, pushing you roughly into a seat in the kitchen.

He spent the next few minutes pacing slowly across the kitchen as you sat, head bowed, not daring to move an inch. He soon moved towards the table, leaning forward to rest his hands on it as he looked you over.

He noticed the hickeys that were left, scattered across your lower neck and shoulders and you saw him tense.

‘You lied to me.’

His voice was detached and cold as he stared you down, his eyes burning harshly into you.

‘Look at me.’

When you didn’t, he moved quickly to your side, forcing your head up to make eye contact. You winced slightly, watching him anxiously.

‘Why did you lie.’

‘I-I didn’t think-‘

‘No shit. That much was obvious.’

You squirmed abit, shifting in your seat and moving your gaze to the wall. You saw his arm move quickly back, ready to punch and you shut your eyes tight, holding your breath waiting.

He let go of your face and stepped away from you, slamming his fist onto the counter instead, making you jump as your eyes shot back open.

His back was to you for a moment before he turned, facing you again, the look in his eyes enough to make you flinch.

‘Do you think I’m an idiot?’

‘N-no I-‘

‘You sure about that!’ His voice was louder than you anticipated, the yell making your eyes shut tight again.

When you opened them, he was in the same spot, waiting for you.

He stepped up next to your chair, dragging it so you faced him as he set a hand on each arm rest leaning in.

‘You’re going to go to your room, you’re going to stay there. If I see or hear anything from you before I call you down for dinner, you will be sorry. Now go.’

With that, he stepped back.

You got up and as you did, he raised his arm to mock another punch, making you dart off upstairs quicker than you thought you could.

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Nightmares

Your eyes slowly opened, processing being back in bed and out of the nightmare.

The pit of tension and nerves in your chest wouldn’t let up as you laid there, contemplating if you were going to cave in or not.

After the feeling not leaving for awhile you sighed, dragging yourself out of bed and padding your way down the hall and stairs to the kitchen, making a cup of tea as quietly as you could. Your anxiety continued to hold your chest, heart beating weirdly and breathing feeling held regardless of what you did. Once your tea was ready you made you way back up, stopping at your brothers and his girlfriends door instead. Your attempt at a deep breath still wasn’t working as you forced yourself inside, stepping over to your brother and crouching down.

Nudging him gently he grunted a few times before opening his eyes to see his younger gripping a mug, eyes distant and vacant.

‘Wan me t’sleep w’you?’ He didn’t even bother trying to wake up properly, but as you nodded didn’t stop himself to get up gently and walk back to your room with you.

You watched your elder all but collapse into your bed as you slid in on the other side, sitting against the wall and sipping your drink as you scrolled your phone.

His breathing settled again and soon after yours did as well, allowing you to curl up and attempt again to drift off, now protected.

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You’re Grounded.

Your brother was working away in his studio when you and Amy heard him start bitching about the internet.

Eventually you could both hear him yelling for you and Amy, so y’all caved and headed up to see what he was bitching for.

‘Amy!’

‘YeAH?’

Both of you had poked your head in , Chica padding in with her google toy to check the commotion as well, and Mark rambled on about his laptop to her as you came in and dragged a chair next to him, waving at the stream he was doing. When Amy had left Mark looked to you pointed a finger.

‘Grounded.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘Grounded, you and all 25 million of my subscribers.’

‘Ex- What?’

Your shocked look made your elder laugh as he turned back to the stream rambling on, apologizing but not for how busy he had been. You couldn’t help but laugh with him as he managed to get the balloon settled on his headphones. Getting comfy, you felt Chica settle by y’all’s feet and you took your phone out to scroll on random stuff while mark went into details of his celebration and updates on project to the camera, occasionally checking in on the chat. As he continued, he stopped suddenly. Starting the music and sound effects again, he zoomed in declaring everyone grounded. He went through the list of all the things he was taking from all the subscribers during it. To put further emphasis he took your phone as example straight from your hands.

‘Hey!’

‘No phone. You’re grounded.’

As his rant to his followers continued you couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes and leaning back in your chair as he went back into his original ramble.

And after awhile, again, the music started up as you looked over to him, berating the public, again, about their grounding.

‘Three months! Your grounded.’

You choked on his drink you had taken.

‘Four months! Try. And Sass me.’

At this point, you got up to crouch against the floor laughing as silently as you could at how he was doing this.

‘Try me again- push. For six. I. Know. No. Limits.’

He paused before yelling again, and stopped with how stupid he was being.

He glanced to you and started laughing at you on the ground, waiting for you to come back up before he continued.

As Mark started wrapping up the stream, you smiled softly knowing he was fully genuine in his comments.

His channel was his life, and he’d come so god damn far with it.

‘This hereby concludes, our, emergency family meeting. I hope you get your shit sorted out. I don’t wanna see it happen again. But hey. Just cause I’m disappointed in ya, doesn’t mean I don’t love ya. Mkay. You stay frosty champ. Take care of yourselves, take care of each other. And just so you guys know- yes (y/n) is grounded for the next six months-‘

‘H U H’

‘- AND as always. I’ll see you guys in the next video. Buh bye.’

He ended the stream on him smiling in a close up at the camera, a small part of your shocked expression in the background.

You both started laughing as he turned to you and handed your phone back.

‘I mean, you already mentioned your taking a hiatus on your stuff while we jump into everything so am I really wrong?’

‘Not six fucking months! Bro what the fuck!’

He just kept laughing.

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Private fights Part 5

The other kids father hadn’t answered when your brother called, but as you sat at breakfast with him his phone rang- an unknown number calling.

He grunted abit curious, picking it up and answering after clearing his throat.

‘Mark Fishbach who is this?’ He straightened after a moment, looking to you his face growing agitated.

‘Ah yes, anything I can help you with?’

He was quiet for a moment listening to what the man was saying, you’d both stopped eating as he stared at the wall and you stared at him your heart racing.

‘Well I don’t understand nor see where this is ness-‘ Mark was cut off and his emotions shifted as he cleared his throat after a minute.

‘Very well. We’ll see you tonight.’

Hanging up he sighed, setting his phone down and running his other hand through his hair. You couldn’t move your eyes from him, subconsciously holding your breath and tense.

When he finally looked back up he relaxed, nodding to you that it was okay. He waited another minute before explaining.

‘His kid said you called him a ‘faggot’ and went after him because he asked if you were an orphan after hearing your brother was your guardian. He’s demanding an apology and compensation for the wasted money and if not then he’ll sue for getting his child ‘wrongly expelled and denied an education.’ We have to stop by tonight, seeing as he wouldn’t give me a chance to speak and there’s no reason to deal with legal shit when you did nothing wrong.’

You took a minute to process everything, then groaned resting your head on the table.

‘This is so fucking /dumb/, god please don’t making me fucking go there Mark.’

He sighed leaning back in his seat and rubbed his face.

‘Look kid, I don’t want to either but with the projects coming up I just can’t take time away to deal with legal issues I’m sorry, we start filming in two week. We’ll make it quick I promise you that, and we’ll hit Cold Stone afterwards. I know it’s a cheap bri-‘

‘Shut up, deal, I can’t promise I won’t punch him again.’

He chuckled abit and you looked up, returning the tired smile he had.

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Hi Heads up ANXIETY ATTACK, nothing too bad

It was the middle of the afternoon when you sought out another soul.

Sadly, you found the house empty. Even the pups were gone today and with how crowded your thoughts were you couldn’t remember where they went to. You continued pacing, the only actual sound in the house your steps and when you’d occasionally bump into something.

You’d lost your phone during all this, making you unable to contact anyone for any form of stability.

Everything was so fast.

Your thoughts ran so fast, so many of them, so loudly that you nearly couldn’t hear the ringing and pounding anymore from being hyper aware of your existence.

You don’t remember making your way to the barrel, but you were sitting in there when you heard voices calling for you from the house.

Even as you realised, you didn’t move, you couldn’t, you just kept staring at the floor of the van.

Focusing on different pieces of glass scattered from the onslaught that the barrel took.

When the door opened to the garage, the breaks in the glass coming in over your own breaks of words.

Marks voice was muffled, it didn’t matter he was standing in the opening of the doorway.

He was a million miles away.

He could tel immediately that your anxiety had a full hold on you, his movements staying slow as he came to crouch next to you.

When you still didn’t move, you felt yourself be hoisted up against him, your eyes still refusing to focus on anything intentional around you.

You vaguely noticed the house move around you, seeing quicker movements from the pups and Amy as Mark took you to the studio.

You felt yourself being set down, your brother moving your arms off of him.

His structure moved away and you felt yourself tense up, worried he would leave you alone again.

He said something you couldn’t understand, and slowly the lights shifted off except for the blue and red ones near you, lofi music starting to play quietly but enough to distract you abit.

Your brother came back next to you, crouching in front and putting up both his index fingers.

He waited patiently for you to mimic the movement, not rushing however long it took.

When you did, he lightly tapped one of yours, beginning the game of chopsticks.

You played through several rounds before realizing your mind was quieter, body more relaxed.

After a few more rounds Mark shifted, groaning as he got up to sit next to you and crossing his legs facing you.

‘Anxiety attack?’

You nodded, leaning into the couch and cracking the stiff joints.

‘How far back?’

‘Fuck maybe like a months worth?’

‘Just kinda built up and hit?’

‘Yeah. Went on for good part of the day, think I woke up into it?’

Your voice was scratchy and hoarse, Mark watching with concern being able to tell just from that how your day went.

He offered an arm out and you turned, laying back into him as he held you tight for safety.

You both talked about random nothingness for awhile until the exhaustion kicked in, you dozing off against him, you mind finally silent.

[providencialdabbles]

Private fights (part 4)

‘Hey! Come eat!’

You brother was downstairs but that never seemed to prevent how loud he could be. He sounded calm, and you hesitated briefly before grabbing a tank top to throw on heading down. You could smell it for nearly an hour now and we’re shocked to see your guess was right- yours and Marks Korean chicken and dumplings. Seafood gyoza with seasoned shredded chicken in broth, something y’all had made as a joke one day when your dad was still around. It was y’alls food to make when bad things happened, y’all were sick, when y’all weren’t okay, when y’all were wanting to end a fight.

Your mom made it for your dads reception.

You were brought back to the present when you realized Mark had called your name. Looking up you could see him smiling softly, offering an arm out to you. You didn’t hesitate to go to his side hugging him, emotions hitting you hard. He moved the pot to another burner after a moment feeling you shake from crying, wrapping his arms fully around you hushing you and keeping you close to him.

‘I know, I know I promise, I’m not mad and I’m proud of you. You’re okay, we’re okay, fuck that school. I love you buddy, I’m sorry.’

You heard his voice crack and his chest tighten slightly near the end and you worked to slow your breath, calming down and shifting.

‘I’m sorry Mark, I love you. Thank you..’

He kissed your head rubbing your arm as he moved the pot back. He chuckled abit before looking down again, a smirk on his face.

‘So who won? Amy didn’t say’

‘Oh don’t even try you /know/ I won that shit.’ He laughed, ruffling your hair and moving to grab bowls and spoons. Amy joined y’all, hugging you and getting drinks. All dinner you joked and retold stupid memories of y’all dad.

The conversion moved towards the fight, you being asked how it all ran down.

You swear Mark had never had such a proud grin on his face.

[providencialdabbles]

Big Heart, Quick Temper (I was angry oops)

If there’s anything you shared with your older brother other than your heart, it was your temper.

Both of you for the most part were very in control of your anger- not many people knew how bad it could get, those near you and close to you didn’t worry about it.

If only it was always easy to control it.

Mark and you didn’t butt heads easily, but there are certain topics you both avoided, or tried to. Competitiveness prevented the both of you from playing sports against each other, and half the time with each other.

Fights never got bad, just bad enough.

You had both done track, thriving in different events and playing off of each other. He had done football and you’d gotten into hockey, helping each other practice.

Things got better as you both grew up, and neither of y’all had fought in awhile.

Guess it had been too long.

You are mark were screaming at each other in his studio, another mindless argument where both your egos were too stubborn to give in.

The final trigger was him treating you like you were a child again.

You swung when he was mid sentence, the shocked look on his face joining him as he stumbled back, sitting with his back to the wall.

‘What th-‘

You were already sitting on him punching again several times. His stomach and ribs mostly, only one other swing to his face the same side as the first blow.

You had faltered for breath when you saw his eyes shift and properly felt yourself being shoved off for him to get the upper hand. You felt pain in your jaw and cheek, head snapping to the side against the floor and glasses sliding across the room. You felt another to your jaw and could taste the iron in your mouth. Your ribs began to hurt as you caved, reaching for his hands and giving in.

‘Fuck FUCK OKAY okay OKAY!’

‘are you fucking DONE?’

You felt your blood run again and kneed him, missing but still hurting as your elder groaned shifting abit.

‘I am /now/ if you’re done treating me like some idiot SHIT.’

Marks eyes were darker than ever as he moved off you, sitting next to you on the floor.

Both of you stayed silent, trying to breathe and test what hurt and how much.

‘Amy’s gonna beat us next.’

Your brother chuckled, a smile cracking onto his features as he helped you sit up.

‘Yeah this ain’t the end of it. Sorry.’

‘Sorry.’

He moved to his feet before pulling you up and hugging you. His nose was bleeding, the red seeping into your hair, and you got more stains onto his shirt from your mouth.

The door sung open and both your heads spun to it.

‘What the HELL ARE YOU DOING.’

Both of you flinched hearing her, smiles still on your features.