The sight that met you was terrifying and exciting.

Hundreds of fans were screaming, camera flashes were going off, and you blinked your eyes to adjust. Mark tightened his grip on your waist reassuringly, leading you over to the middle of the stage with Jack.

"Hello everybody!" He waved at them, releasing you. Cue the screams.

Jack then imitated a high-fiving noise. "Top of the morning to you laddies!" Even more screams.

You took a deep breath before bombastically starting your intro. To you surprise, the screams were still at the same deafening volume. You grinned. They didn't hate you. "Welcome to the panel, I'm Y/N."

"I'm Jack."

"And I'm Mark. Thank you all so much for coming out here to hang out with us and see us."

"And so you guys can take a seat, as will we, because we're going to be starting this off a bit slow." Jack sat in the armchair while you and Mark sat on the couch. "Ah who am I kidding? I'm loud and Irish!" He jumped up again, and Mark pulled you to your feet.

You immensely laughed your way through the panel, then it was time for it to be over. Standing at the front of the stage, one hand holding Mark's and the other holding Jack's, you three took a bow. "The Three Musketeers!" You announced.

"Huzzah!" Your friends cheered, and the audience followed suit.

Jack led the way to backstage, and while he had already let go of your hand, Mark was still holding on. You weren't complaining though. "So, you still think they hate you, Y/N?" Your red-haired friend teased you.

"Alright, you got me."

The manager came in, still gruff. "You've got ten minutes before the meet n greet."

"Ah I'm excited to meet them!" You could barely contain your excitement. "Its one thing seeing their comments and hell even seeing them when I was on stage. But now I can meet them!"

"You'll never get over how kind they are and how much they care." Mark wiped sweat off his face, and attempted to adjust his hair in the mirror.

You did the same, and fixed what little makeup you could. Sitting down at the table, you anxiously smiled at the line of fans. A few asked for your picture and signature, but it didn't escape your notice that most of them bypassed you and went straight Mark then Jack. You rested your head in your hand, opting instead to watch Mark interact with them. He was so genuine when he chatted and smiled and took pictures with them, it made your heart swell.

"H-hi Y/N!" A small voice piped up in front of you.

You turned to see a young girl of no more than 12, excitedly holding her phone and a notepad. "Hi, what's your name?"

"E-Elizabeth." She grinned, handing you the notepad and a little stuffed giraffe. "I just wanted to thank you for doing this, playing games on YouTube. I like video games too, and a lot of boys at my school say I can't. So I just show them your videos and how good you are. They shut up pretty quickly."

You laughed, writing out a sweet note to her. "I'm glad I can help you do that. Don't let anyone, especially some random boy that probably picks his nose, tell you what you can and can't do."

"Thanks." She shyly held up her phone. "Can we take a picture?"

"Of course!" You nearly knocked over the table in your excitement. You moved to the other side of the table to lean down to her level for the picture. She took a few, one of both of you smiling, one of you two making silly faces, and that last one you were kissing her temple.

"You've really made today special for me, Elizabeth. Thank you." You hugged her, and she wrapped her arms around your neck.

"Y-you're welcome." She then giggled as you pulled apart. "So, do you like Mark?"

"Oh my." You laughed. "Shipping at such a young age."

"He's looking at you right now!"

You snapped your head over to glance at Mark, just in time to see him quickly look down at whatever he was signing. "Sure, Elizabeth." You shook your head.

"Bye Y/N!" She waved to you, and you did the same, saying goodbye to her.

"You were really good with her, Y/N." Mark commented as you took your seat again.

"Thanks, Mark. Its a real inspiration to see you with your fans." You smiled down at the little stuffed animal she had given you. It was measly compared to Jack and Mark's piles of stuff. But it was yours.

He must have seen you looking at it, and put his hand on your arm. "Its adorable, just like you."

You couldn't help but blush. "And you." You jokingly leaned over to pinch his cheek, not expecting dozens of cameras to go off and the fans to scream.

"I think they might finally have a better OTP than Septiplier." Jack joked, to which you snorted.

"Never! Septiplier is the real OTP!"

"Oh jeez Y/N." Mark sighed, but grabbed your hand under the table nonetheless.

A warm feeling took over your stomach, and the last few fans were left. The very last one asked for pictures with all three of you. The three of you convened in front of the table. Since you and the fan were the shortest, you were in the middle with Jack behind the fan and Mark behind you. His arm snaked around your waist, and you grinned even bigger, then participated in the silly face photo.

You said a final farewell to them, then were left alone in the conference room with Jack and Mark. "I'll go see about how we're going to get to the hotel." Jack offered, wandering off.

"So, Y/N." Mark cleared his throat.

"Yes, Mark?" You looked at him hopefully.

"Would you perhaps want to hang out more often, not at cons?"

"Like, a date?" You braced yourself for crushing rejection, but it never came.

"Absolutely! If that's what you want!"

"Oh I do. I think that'd be great." You smiled at him

"Good." He smiled back at you, awkwardly, may you add. "So what do we do now? Hug or something?"

"Sure." You took a step forward, burying your head in his chest as he held you. "This is nice."

"It is."