Thread: RP: I Want To Touch You ( Horror_Show & CatchanDevil)

Mark was, as ever, playing video games. Perhaps his favourite thing in the world. Well, other than seeing other people's happy comments on his videos. In fact he had just finished recording a let's play of the recent update to Ark Survival Evolved. That was what all the youtubers were playing at the moment, and Mark as ever was keen to express his own opinion on the game. His server was going well and his new-found tribe was flourishing thanks to his legion of dedicated fans. Always good to famous. If he was honest, he quite liked being at the top of the proverbial pyramid. Still, it did wear at times. Alright guys, that'll be all for tonight. Check my blog for all the latest on Ark. Hope you liked the video, hit that like button if you did and subscribe for more updates. Thanks for watching, he signed off, hitting the 'stop record' hotkey on his keyboard and signing out of the game. Mark quickly got out of his chair to stretch. That had been a long run, time for something to drink. His apartment was quite spacious thanks to the money he had made from his videos, though it wasn't huge. After all, he was one man. He didn't need too much. Still, that didn't matter right now. He descended to the kitchen, made himself a cup of coffee then climbed back up to his rig to browse his emails. Mark got quite a few on his public email address, so many he rarely checked it. Instead he checked his private email, the one he only gave out to his friends and family. He scrolled to the top and picked up one from his friend, simply entitled Hey, what's up? Mark read the email, a letter from his friend asking him how he was doing and telling him about a new fanfiction which starred, well, him. That brought a smile to his face. He always liked it when fans wrote fanfiction of him. The fact that he had inspired a creative work was especially pleasing. After all, he had clearly made them happy and now they were giving something back, that always made him smile. If he had all the money in the world, he wouldn't give it up for his loyal fanbase. After all, he did what he did for them. Bringing joy to their world was what he lived for. Well, he had a little free time. He followed the link, and read the fanfiction. It had certainly received plenty of praise, true. Mark thought it deserved every bit of it. The story was solid, the writing was top quality and the characterisation was spot on. The tale of how he fell in love with foster child, a fan of his no less. Perhaps a little vane, but that didn't matter. It was very well done. In fact, he admired their dedication to write something so beautiful. That was that then. He had to find out who wrote it. A few discreet inquiries later he had found out that whoever it was had gone to ground, putting in fake details so as to avoid the attention. Noble, perhaps, but Mark thought they might just have been scared off by the publicity. With some support, he could turn them around and give them the love they deserved. After all, if she was that good he would be very interested in doing a V-Log with her, or a sketch or two. That ought to give her a much needed signal boost, and the attention she deserved. Not to mention, the chance to meet her hero. Who knew, maybe she even felt the way she did in the fan fiction. That would be nice, Mark smiled at that. At least... he was assuming it was a girl... Still, the evening went on and Mark was still as his computer, making more inquiries. He even emailed a hacker friend who he knew he could trust to find out where the fanfiction had come from, tracking down the IP address and the route protocols. Such details went over Mark's head of course, and it could be construed as creepy, though his intentions were noble. He merely wanted to help, and if that meant bending a few ethical grey areas when it came to computer hacking, then so be it. His hacker friend came back with an address, which surprised him quite a bit. The address of his adoptive sister. Thankfully, his hacker friend had no idea who lived there or if there was a connection. All he knew was an address. At least that was covered. It could be very embarrassing to reveal that it was his sister who had written a romance story about him. An adoptive sister of course, but still. Worse still, Mark had always had repressed feelings towards Lilo, his adoptive sister. In a perfect world, well, he would have made his feelings known long ago. Being forced into the role of the big brother though had pushed those feelings down. Well, not quite. He had still felt them and in many ways he still had them. He couldn't express them though, no way. Not only would that be extremely risky, but it would cause a storm amongst the family no matter what they did. It had irritated him throughout his childhood that he had to content himself with being the big brother. He had always wanted to be more. Still, if Lilo had written this. What did that mean? He still wanted to do sketches with her and help her talent shine, especially now that he knew who it was. Did that mean that she also had these feelings? It was as close to a thumbs up as he had ever seen, even when he had escorted her to the prom she'd never hinted at such feelings. Then how could she, Lilo was in the same position as he was. He had to risk it. Didn't he? He had to know if they could be together. She had to know how he felt, even if it might cause a rift in the family. He'd always liked her, even loved her. But how to express that? He had never been great at talking to girls. Well, first things first. He had to get her over here first. Mark fired up his personal email and sent his adoptive sister a message, asking to meet. Hey Lilo, he began. Haven't seen each other in ages. I'd love to meet up. Do you have some free time coming up? It'd be great to have you over for a few days. We should catch up. He signed off with his usual brief, Mark. After reading that fanfiction, putting 'love' was a little much. He was still coming to terms with it. Still, the email was sent to her private email. She'd no doubt get it soon. He needed to eat. Thus, he wandered back to the kitchen to catch a late dinner, and to wait for her response.