You two talked for who knows how long, not even realizing you fell asleep until both of your phones woke you up with intense notifications. "What the fuck...?" You grabbed your phone, and found the original mention.

Your brother had tweeted a pic of you and Mark asleep together, captioning it "I'm glad to see @markiplier and my sister @(y/t/h) getting along so well :)". Looking closer at the picture, you could clearly see Mark's arm around your shoulders and your head leaning against him. Which was actually the position you were in now.

Since he had tweeted that two hours ago, you had gained thousands of followers and had been mentioned in so many tweets you were tempted to delete Twitter altogether.

"Mark." You said, poking his side. "Wake up."

"What?" He mumbled.

"Check Matt's twitter."

He sluggishly did that, not moving the arm that was around you. The picture suddenly woke him up and he retracted his arm from you. "Oh my god! Y/N, I'm so sorry about that! I promise I wasn't trying to come onto you or anything last night that's just how we fell asleep last night. Oh god, are my fans sending you death threats?!"

You cut off his rambling with a hand on his arm. "You're fine, really! I know you're not a jerk. And as to your fans, they've already come up with a ship name."

Mark breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing back into the couch. "I'll tweet them and clear this all up."

"Sounds good." You replied, then realized amongst all the twitter notifications, your friend had also spammed you via Snapchat and text, freaking out that you had literally slept with Markiplier. 'Oops?' You texted her back, then your phone buzzed with the mention from Mark.

'Just for the record, me and @(y/t/h) are NOT dating, we fell asleep on the couch (and also @matthwatson is a douche with a camera :)'

You laughed at his message in parentheses, liked, and retweeted it.

"I do have to say Mark, you were a good cuddle buddy." You told him, causing him to smile as well.

"I would say the same for you, but I think the weight of your head made my arm fall asleep." He teased, flexing his fingers.

"Aw, poor Mark can't play video games now." You made a mock-pouty face.

"I'm actually just doing Whisper Challenge today."

"That sounds fun!" You told him. "Who are you doing it with, other than Matt and Ryan?"

"I was kinda hoping you would want to?"

"Yes! That sounds awesome!"

"We just have to wait for Ryan to get up, he should be awake in an hour or so."

"Its 12:30."

"Yeah."

After Ryan had woken up and everyone got ready, all that was left was to tweet out for some suggestions from Mark's fans (with the hashtag #whisperplier). Mark was first up to read the tweet to Matt, who then whispered it to Ryan, who whispered it to you. You jammed out in the background of the video to your music, occasionally shifting your seat. Finally Ryan whispered whatever the phrase was to you, and you squinted really hard trying to decipher his lips. After you thought you got it, you all switched seats again so you could recite back to Mark what you saw.

"Um, I saw 'don't eat me, throw macaroni in the lava'?" You said questioningly, caused an eruption of laughter.

"Not quite," Mark said. "You got lava, but the real tweet was 'Matt is as cool as lava.'"

You giggled, not even close. "Okay my turn to read!" Scrolling through the hastag, you eventually found one that satisfied you. It was a cringy but funny pickup line. "Can I Mark your Iplier?" You said with a low voice, then Mark motioned for you to repeat it, leaning in closer. His intense stare at your lips and the little space between you two almost made your breath hitch. "Can I mark your iplier?"

"Okay I think I got it!" He yelled, still close to your face, causing you to cover your ears. "Oh sorry!"

The phrase got so warbled that at the end of it, Ryan came up with 'Can I penis your icicle?'

"Penis your icicle?" You questioned in between laughter. "The real one was: Can I Mark your Iplier?"

"Mark? Penis?" The red haired boy compared from the back. "How the fuck?"

"Maybe someone got confused and thought it was a synonym game?" Matt suggested jokingly, casing you to nearly fall off the bench laughing.

"Did I ask for your opinion?" He said loudly. "I think I like your sister more than you!"

To which you smiled overbearingly at Matt, teasingly rubbing it in. The rest of filming flew by with more insanity and funny mishaps, as with most Whisper Challenges.