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Hi, it's me again.

How long has it been? Three years now? Wowie.

I kinda want to apologize for disappearing so suddenly, and I'm sorry to the folks in my asks who never got their requests written (if y'all are still around). But, I want to clarify that this is not me coming back to writing on this blog. It's more of an official farewell.

Don't worry, I'm not deleting this blog or anything, but I generally don't have inspiration or a desire to write fanfiction about Mark, Ethan, Tyler, or Sean anymore. So, the last fanfiction you see on this blog is the last one, sorry.

I do just want to tell you guys about myself though before I go (even though I TECHNICALLY still use this account to lurk on this hellsite). Stick around if you'd like.

I created this account on January 1, 2018. At the time, I was still in middle school. This year, I graduate high school. Crazy to think, huh? I loved Mark, Ethan, and Sean back then, and I still do now, just not to the same extent.

Also, sorry anon from the post before this one but we don't share names anymore. My name isn't Isabel. It's Andy, nice to meet you.

Alright, that's it. I'll catch all of you guys on the flip side.

Bye!

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my name is also Isabel??? and i was she before i started using they pronouns??? yoooo

Wow! What a small world, I guess? But again that’s super cool! 

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Reblog if your inbox is ALWAYS open for random asks, even if you haven’t reblogged any meme

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hey can i get more of mark being an idiot on valentines day, your stuff is so cute i love it

Title: Naked Idiot

Pairing: Markiplier/Reader

Summary: Mark doesn’t realize that the reader has a visitor, nor does he think to put on clothes before barging into people’s rooms unannounced.

A/N: Actually wasn’t going to post this one, but I said, “Fuck it, why not?” So, here it is! Mark is very much an idiot in this one. Also, yes, I realize it’s long past Valentine’s Day buuuut it doesn’t matter that much, does it? Good.

Pronouns: not specified

Warning(s): naked idiot Mark (it’s not described in any detail tho soooo)

Word count: 184 words

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“SURPRI—oh shit!” Mark froze in front of the bedroom door, a rose clenched between his teeth and a heart-shaped box of chocolates held to his chest. “You’re not (Y/N).”

“Yeah, of course, I’m not—” Ethan looked up from the framed picture of you and Mark. ”Holy shit, Mark!” His mouth laid agape. “What the hell? Where are your clothes?”

Mark struggled to get the words out of his throat. “What—how—why are you here? I thought—”

At that moment, you emerged from the closet, holding out a camera to Ethan. “Is this the one you wanted?” Your eyes somehow failed to recognize that someone was standing butt naked right in front of you.

Ethan swallowed the lump in his throat. “Um, yeah.” You handed him the camera, and he stood to leave. “Thanks, I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Have a good Valentine’s.” With that, he left.

“Oh, hi, Mark.” You turned to close the door to the closet.

“Hi.”

You had to do a double-take. “Wait a minute—” he was already gone. “Mark!”  

Somewhere down the hall, you heard him shout, “I’m a naked idiot!”

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whyyy

me: *comes up with a half decent idea for a fanfiction*

*ten minutes later*

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Forgetful (Markiplier x Reader)

Title: Forgetful

Pairing: Markiplier/Reader

Summary: Mark forgets about Valentine’s Day.

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all! Here’s a short drabble! ❤

Pronouns: not specified

Warning(s): two f-bombs

Word count: 100 words

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“What’s this?” Mark turned over the heart-shaped card before setting it back down in the basket of chocolates, candies, and other assorted goodies. 

“I got you a gift,” you said, wringing your hands together.

Picking up the basket, he turned around. “Why?” 

You frowned. “It’s Valentine’s Day?”

His face twisted in alarm, a pang of horror spreading through his heart. “Fuck, that’s today?” He set the basket on his desk. “Oh, I’m such a fucking idiot.” Mark wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug despite your squirming attempts to be free. “I’ll make it up to you somehow, okay?”

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

❤❤❤❤❤

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Requests are OPEN!

Finally! 

Feel free to send stuff in, my writer juices are flowing to-day!

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Could you do a Tyler x reader where the reader is a woman that rides a motorcycle and has a lot of tattoos and one night she gets kinda drunk with Tyler or the gang and she isn't herself and she turns into a shy, blushing, almost kid like girl. She sighs and goes "I only act like this because I want Tyler to think I'm cool.Childish, I know."In the morning, tyler acts kinda weird and ignores her and the reader, acting like a tough gal, kind of aggressively asking why and Tyler just kisses her.

Title: I’m Not Cute

Pairing: Tyler Scheid/Reader

Summary: The reader and Teamiplier are at a local bar hanging out. After telling the story of one of her tattoos, she confesses to the gang with alcohol running through her system, not including Tyler, about the fact that the way she acts is just an act to make Tyler think she’s cool. Tyler ends up taking the drunk reader home where, after acting like he can’t hear her, kisses her in the morning.

A/N: This is the last request on my list, but I thought it was really cute and probably the most unique one I got. I hope you like it and thank you for being patient! ❤

Pronouns: implied she/her

Warning(s): the reader gets drunk

Word count: 886 words

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“Okay, okay, what about that one?” Ethan pointed to the tattoo on your left bicep. “What’s the, um, unicorn pirate’s story?”

You put a finger up as you downed the last of your drink, making sure Tyler was in your peripheral vision. It burned as it slid down your throat, but the little surprised gasp on his face made it worth it. Sighing, you slammed the empty glass down on the counter and said, “It was actually the second tattoo I got.”

“Not to be critical,” Mark said, “but of all the things you could’ve chosen for a second tattoo, you chose a unicorn dressed as a pirate?”

“Hey, I was in college and stuff; I didn’t know better.” You tried to laugh off the pain rising in your head. Maybe that last drink was a little too much, don’t you think? “My roommate dared me to get it anyway, said they’d pay for all my meals for the next two months if I did.” That was only partially true.

“Well, did they?” Tyler asked. “Pay for your food? I mean.”

A word got caught in your throat, and you had to use all your might to sluggishly push it out. “Pshh, nah.” Your head spun, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or Tyler’s adorable smile. Either way, your head still hurt like hell. “They just laughed at me, but I managed to scare fifty bucks out of ‘em.”

“Did you threaten to run them over with your motorcycle?” Mika butted in.

You shook your head; it made the throbbing worse. “No, no, I didn’t have my baby yet.” It was starting to get really warm in the bar, to you at least. “Um, but—” you giggled— ”I, uh, threatened to give ‘em the, uh, old one-two.” You brought your hands, clenched in fists, up to your chest and pretended to punch someone. “See, ya? Scary?”

Tyler patted you on the shoulder. He was—he was—he—“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be caught in a fight with you. You’d probably knock me down in ten seconds flat.” —was touching you. “I, uh, need to get something. I’ll be right back.” He squeezed your shoulder and left his barstool to disappear into the crowd at the bar.

Your nervous sigh teetered into a giddy school-girl giggle as you stared star-struck after him. It was like there was no one else in the bar, which definitely wasn’t true.

“You feeling okay?” Amy asked, her hand on your shoulder snapping you out of your trance.

“Yeah,” Mark agreed. “Never seen you so… giggly before.”

“Well, um, uh, you see, uh,” you fumbled with your words before taking a desperately needed sigh to collect your scrambled your thoughts. “Well, you know how I always act kinda cool and tough all the time? I only act like that because, well, I want Tyler to think I’m cool.” You looked down. “Childish, I know.”

“So, you’re okay, then?” Ethan asked.

“No, I’m really drunk, too.” You rubbed your temples. “I should—I should probably head home, too.” A murmur of disagreement rose up among your friends as you got up to leave. “Thanks, guys.”

You weaved your way through the crowd of people blocking your path, trying not to fall down from the alcohol running rampant through your system. You almost made it to the door, but a sudden rush of blood made you stumble. You would have collapsed to the floor if it wasn’t for—

“Hey, hey, hey!”

—Tyler.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you managed to spew out. Your legs felt like jelly; his arms were the only thing supporting your weight.

“Not like that you aren’t.” He sounded like your mother. “At least, not by yourself.” He lifted your arm and put it around his neck. Despite your slurred protest, he wrapped his other arm around your waist to keep you on your feet. He gave one last glance toward his friends, waving a little farewell at them. “I’m taking you home.”

——

Your head was killing you. It felt like a thousand squirrels found refuge in your skull at once and were running around inside it, desperately trying to find their way out of it again. Groaning, you sat up, cringing for a moment as your spinning head slowly made its way to a stop.

Getting up from your bed, you made your way to the hallway and then to the kitchen where he was standing, not facing you. “Tyler?” He didn’t respond. “Tyler, what are you doing here? Did you bring me home last night or…?”

His silence was unsettling. “Oh, come on, I know you can hear me, dude,” you groaned. “Why aren’t you talking to me?” You walked up behind him, reaching out for his shoulder—

Tyler spun around, causing you to yelp in surprise, and looked down at you. You frowned at him. “What did I do! Why aren’t you talking to me?” He blinked at you.

“Why are acting—” Before you could finish your sentence, he planted a kiss on your lips. You froze up in surprise, not exactly sure what to do or what just happened.

When your brain finally caught up to your surroundings, Tyler was smiling like a little kid. “You’re really cute, you know that?”

“Tyler!”

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Hola! I saw that request are open! So how about (y/n) knits like a goofy hat or scarf for Dark but he turns them down? So they go to Wilford and gives it to him, but that makes Dark jealous cause he actually liked the attention? So he asks (y/n) to teach him how to knit so he can make them something? Thanks, that's long. Sorry.

Title: The Knitty-gritty

Pairing: Darkiplier/Reader, (very slight, very platonic) Wilford Warfstache/Reader

Summary: The reader knitted Dark a hat and scarf, who turns them down. When Wilford ends up receiving Dark’s gift, Dark becomes a little “jealous” and asks the reader to teach him how to knit, so he can make them something. 

A/N: This is a very cute prompt! I hope I did it justice… Also, I’m sorry for taking so long to write this! Thank you for being patient! ❤

Pronouns: not specified (they/them)

Warning(s): none!

Word count: 983 words

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“Helloooooo!” you shouted into the empty foyer, hugging the questionable-looking cardboard box to your chest. “Anybody home?”

A low, booming groan emanated from the recesses somewhere in the house, but you knew exactly where it was from and who was so annoyed at your loud entrance. “You don’t have to be so noisy every time you come home, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes at him, though you know he couldn’t see you, and shut the door with the heel of your shoe. “Sure I do, but who would know when I came home if I was quiet, huh?”

He was silent for a moment, and you took that opportunity to make your way, as silently as you could possibly muster, to his office. There was no way He’d see you coming.

But he could hear you.

“I would,” He said, “especially, if that’s the quietest you can be.”

You balanced the box on your hip as you opened the tall, black door that stood out like a sore thumb from the rest of the short, white doors surrounding it. The door lead into a hallway that ended at a wood and glass door with its nametag, “Dark,” above it in bold Times New Roman font.

“Why are you coming to see me exactly?”

His silhouette could be seen through the foggy glass on his door. He was sitting at his desk, like always, doing… something. You never knew exactly what he was doing, and he would never tell you. So, you just imagined that he watched conspiracy videos on YouTube or something. That seemed like it would be embarrassing enough of a fact that he would want to keep under wraps.

“It’s a surprise.” You touched the doorknob on his office door.

“You do remember how much I hate surprises, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, Darkipoo.” Trying to suppress a giggle, you swung open the door to his office. “Doesn’t mean I care though.”

He sighed, hunched over his desk and rubbing his temples. You walked up from behind him and plopped the box down on his desk. He stared at it for a moment, a look of scrutiny in his gaze, especially at the word, “surprise!” scribbled on poorly with Sharpie.

You were in a rush, okay?

He picked at the flaps of the box. “Is this it?” There was slight amusement in his voice.

“You haven’t even opened it!”

He smirked. “I bet I could guess, though.”

Opening the box, he pulled out a colorful knitted hat and scarf that contrasted considerably from the black-and-white monochrome office. A frown formed on his lips. “Just like I thought.” Stuffing the knitted creations back into the box, he shoved it back into your possession and leaned back into his leather swivel chair. “I don’t want it.”

“Oh.” You looked down at the sagging box, a little taken aback. “Are—are you sure?”

“I’m always ‘sure.’ Why wouldn’t I be?”

You sighed. “Well, if you don’t want it, maybe—”

“You called?” Wilford placed a hand on your shoulder, grinning like a lunatic. Before you could say another word, he plucked the box out of your arms. “What’s this?” He opened it, pulling out the hat. “For me?”

His smile was contagious; you couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your lips. “I guess it is now.” Dark raised an eyebrow up at this. You looked back at Wil; he was already wrapped up in the scarf and had the hat precariously placed on his head, spinning in circles like a puppy chasing his tail. “At least someone likes what I make.”

“Wait.” Wilford stopped mid-spin. “You made this?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t—”

He almost knocked you over as he enveloped you into a tight, almost back-breaking, hug. Dark sat there and watched, his eyebrows furrowing and a deep frown creasing on his lips. Wilford shook you. “This is so well-made! Thank you, thank you, my friend, for this unexpected gift.” With that, he disappeared, leaving only the box behind and your head spinning.

“That was…” Dark bit his tongue. “…annoying.”

“Press rewind on that.” You were still coming back to your senses. “What did you say?”

“I said that that was annoying.” He crossed his legs. “Plain and simple.”

“Why?” You frowned in confusion mixed with curiosity. “I’ve never heard you call Wilford annoying.”

“Well, he doesn’t usually burst into my office out of nowhere and steal my stuff, does he? No.” He sighed. “That’s what I found annoying, capiche?”

You shrugged. “Capiche.” It wasn’t exactly a satisfying answer, to say the least. You headed toward the cracked open office door.

“How did you make those, anyway?”

“Why?” You stopped and stared at him for a moment. “Do you want me to teach you or something?”

“Maybe.”

——

Dark plopped down a cardboard box in front of you, ratting the table and your bowl of cereal. He didn’t say anything as you looked it up and down with mild caution. You didn’t exactly know what to expect when you got gifts from Him. They ranged from cute teddy bears to actual grizzly bears, so you couldn’t be too careful when examining unknown boxes.

Except this box was unknown.

You turned it around to find the same “surprise!” scrawled onto it in black Sharpie. You looked up at Dark, confusion written on your face.

“Just open it.”

Pulling open the flaps, you pulled out a seemingly never-ending gray and white scarf from the box, but you did get the end of it eventually. Beneath it was a black and gray beanie, which you immediately put on.

You smiled at him. “Thank you, Dark.”

He forced back a smile and closed His eyes. “Don’t… don’t mention it.”

You stood up to hug Him, catching Him slightly off guard.  “Um, you’re welcome?” He was tense for a moment before melting into your hug.

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Almost forgot...

Hey! 

It’s that time of the year again--a.k.a. New Year’s Day. It also happens to be the birthday of this blog.  

So, happy two years, y’all! ❤

I just want to start off by saying thank you for all the support you’ve given me over the past two years even when I disappear for months on end. I love writing for you guys so much. 

Right now, I’ve only written fanfics on this blog for specifically gaming YouTubers (and some of their friends), but I want to branch off. The main reason why I get writer's block, even with all the amazing requests you guys send in, is that I get stuck in a rut with writing about the same people over and over. I want to write Marvel fanfics, Detroit: Become Human fanfics, Brooklyn 99 fanfics, The Good Place fanfics, and other YouTubers fanfics, and about much, much more that I have found Tumblr to be lacking in. There’s also a lot of Ego content for Mark and Sean that I have yet to explore that I really want to write for as well.

What I’m saying is: don’t be afraid to send in requests for other fandoms. 

I still love writing about Sean, Mark, and all that, and this blog will probably always be primarily centered around them. I have some requests still in my inbox from the last decade (haha) that I have to finish before I open up again for requests, so be on the look-out for that. 

In 2020, I want to expand this blog to other fandoms and be as supportive of the community as the community has been to me. Thank you guys for an amazing 2019, and I look forward to this year. 

- Isabel

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Looking for some fanfic blogs to follow!

New, old, big, small—don’t care! 

I want to love on y’all’s stuff and be more active in my community of fellow fanfic writers. ❤

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Could you do a Tyler She I'd x reader where the reader has a tiny bed (like a day bed) and Tyler sleeps over and they have no choice but to cuddle and in the morning tyler tells the reader that he likes them. Or Tyler takes pictures with the reader while she's asleep and post them on twitter/instagram with captions saying how cute the reader is and how attracted he is to her. Maybe? Its bad but I thought it was cute 😅

Title: It’s Kinda Obvious

Pairing: Tyler Scheid/Reader

Summary: Tyler is sleeping over at the reader’s apartment, whose bed is much, much smaller than he’d thought a bed could ever be. The reader eventually convinces him to share the tiny bed with her. Fluff ensues. 

A/N: I thought this was a really cute request! I wish I could have gotten to it sooner. I hope you enjoy this Tyler fluff, though!

Pronouns: she/her

Warning(s): they’re sleeping in the same bed, yo

Word count: 1,275 words

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“How do you even sleep in that?”

You splayed out on the tiny—by Tyler Standards™—bed, taking up all available space. “How can you not?” You rested your cheek on the palm of your hand, staring up at him with the most blatantly feigned innocent eyes you could muster. “It’s not that hard, Ty-ster.”

He crossed his arms and gave you a look that you could only describe as beyond skeptical—was there even a word for that? “Well, for a tiny person like you,” he said, “maybe.” He shook his head. “But for a giant like me…” He stretched out his arms as far as they could go for effect. “It’s past impossible.”

“That’s because you haven’t even tried, Ty-guy.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Would you quit it with the nicknames?” You stuck your tongue out at him. “You used over, like, ten nicknames in the span of, like, ten minutes, dude.”

You sat up half-way. “Well, I’ll cut you a deal.”

“’If you lay in this bed and look like a gigantic baby because you’re so tall, I’ll stop using the nicknames you hate so much?’”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “That pretty much sums it up,” you said, ”though I probably would have used ‘humungous man child’ instead of ‘gigantic baby.’”

“I think ‘gigantic baby’ is funnier, though.”

You laid back down on your bed, throwing your hands up in the air. “Eh, whatever.” You looked up at him, offering your hand. “Deal or no deal? That is the question.”

The beginnings of a smile pulled at his lips. “You have yourself a deal.”

“Great,” you said. “Just let me—”

“Too late!” he interrupted. “Incoming!”

You barely had a moment to react before Tyler came crashing down over you. Without another second to lose, you rolled out of the bed—hard—taking the pillow along with you.

“Ow, ow…”

Tyler glanced over at you as you recovered. A good portion of his legs hung off the bed and his head leaned against the headboard. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Well, yeah.” You sat up, cringing in pain. “Duh.” It truly wasn’t as bad as you played it up to be.

He just laughed at you. “Why did you roll off the bed then?”

“I thought you were gonna crush me with—” you stifled a laugh— ”your gargantuan bod.”

Tyler shook his head—God, were you obnoxious, but God, did he love you.

——

“No—no.” He crossed his arms. “I am—I am not doing that.”

“Oh, come on,” you whined, wringing your hands, “please? For me?”

He frowned. “I already told you—no.” He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks at the mere thought. He wouldn’t—no, he couldn’t do it.

“It’s not like you haven’t slept to next to one of the guys in a hotel room before! Remember back at Pax when—”

“That—that was different,” he fumbled with his words. “The hotel bed had enough room for both of us. This thing—I wouldn’t even call it a bed, no offense, (Y/N)—isn’t even big enough for me to rest comfortably on it.”

You sighed. “O-kay, okay. That’s fine.” You searched the back of your neck with the palm of your hand. “Um, I can probably find a couple of extra blankets and a pillow so you can sleep on the couch or on the floor or…”

He wasn’t sure if you were pretending to make him feel guilty or not, but—either way—it was working. You had begun your trek to the closet, slumping a little in your gait. He groaned—fine, fine, he would do it.

“Hey, um, wait.” You looked back at him and smiled mischievously at him—or, at least, that’s what he thought he saw. “I can’t believe I’m saying this—but, sure. For your—”

Before he could finish his sentence, you rushed at him, arms open, and swallowed him in a hug. Uh oh, the heat in his cheeks was coming back. “You’re… welcome?”

——

He wasn’t comfortable. No, not at all. He was on his side, back propped up against the concrete apartment wall, and his legs hung way too far off the bed for anyone to be comfortable. Somehow, in the small amount of space he had, he got himself tangled in your blankets and probably wouldn’t be able to get free without assistance—he really felt like a gigantic baby.

The only thing he had going for him was you. You—sometime earlier in the night during one of the few periods where he actually got a moment of shut-eye—managed to squeeze in between his arms to become his little spoon. When Tyler awoke, sensing the unknown warmth on his chest and around his arms, he hit his head against the wall in surprise. After that incident, though, he didn’t dare move in fear of waking you—not even to scratch the itch on his nose that had been killing him for the last twenty minutes.

You shifted in bed, turning toward him and creating soft creaks beneath you from the movement. A pang of fear shot through his heart.

Don’t wake up, don’t wake up, don’t wake up—

You groaned softly and snuggled closer to his chest, eyes shut the entire time. You were still sound asleep—snug as a bug in a rug. He closed his eyes and sighed in relief. His stress unwound itself and floated away—just as his conscious mind did too.

Tyler fell back asleep.

——

The next time he awoke, the pale glow of sunlight broke through the blinds and shone right in his face. He groaned in frustration, forgetting for a moment where—or who—the warmth next to his chest came from, and kicked his feet out in an attempt to untangle his legs from the mess of blankets—to no avail.

He opened his eyes to see you—again. He couldn’t help but smile. So, it wasn’t a dream—a hopeful fantasy. You had turned away from him again in your sleep, assuming the little spoon position once more.

Tyler turned slightly, trying to adjust himself to be more comfortable, and felt something hard touch his butt. Reluctantly, he let go of you with one of his arms and felt for the unknown object touching his butt. It was rather… phone-shaped.

Yes, Tyler had forgotten to plug his phone in and left it in his shorts pocket. Lucky him—his phone was now on thirty percent. But, he also had an idea.

He opened the camera on his phone, leaned over, and took a picture of you fast asleep, making sure not to get himself in the picture. Then, he went to Twitter. It was, Tyler found, a little difficult to type with one hand while your other arm was pinned down, but he managed.

After posting the tweet, he put his phone back down to be lost in the sheets somewhere. He put his arm around you again and closed his eyes to try to go back to sleep. Though, the adrenaline running through his system probably wouldn’t make that an easy task.

Out of nowhere, you giggled, leaning into him. “If you wanted to cuddle with me, you could’ve just asked.”

Huh? His eyes shot open. “What—no, this was your idea,” he said. “I wouldn’t have thought about it unless…”

“Unless?”  

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Unless… you liked me too?”

“Wait.” You turned over in bed to look him in the eye. “Are you saying you like me? That you—Mr. Tyler Scheid—like me?”

“Well, uh, yeah,” he said. “It’s kinda obvious isn’t it?”  

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Are you ever going to write a 3rd part to android Jack, I just read the first two and they were amazing

I’m glad that you enjoyed them! I have wanted (and been asked by others) to continue the little “series” or at least create a little “spin-off” of it, but I haven’t exactly had the inspiration or good ideas for it.

If I do get some good inspiration for it, I will continue, but it is on hold for right now. Sorry! : ( 

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Hey my writer dude! Its just a nobody here. I was wondering if you're not too busy, if you could write this! Since Séans hair has gotten longer lately, the reader, female please, could French braid his hair in a attempt to calm him down? I've done it before when my guy cousin was freaking out, and I think it could be sweet. (Freak that was long, sorry!"

Title: French Braids

Pairing: Jacksepticeye/Female!Reader

Summary: The reader and Sean haven’t spent quality time together in a while, making her worry. Taking a slice of Key Lime pie, she goes to investigate, finding a stressed Sean who needs a temporary change in hairstyle.

A/N: Yes, yes, I know it’s late, and Sean doesn’t have longer hair anymore, but I still thought your request was super cute! 

Pronouns: implied she/her

Warning(s): 1 (one) swear word

Word count: 744 words

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The quiet of the late afternoon usually brought you comfort, but that was when you sat next to Sean, either listening to his day or cracking some joke that inevitably made you both laugh at how dumb it was. Today was different. Well, actually, the last few days were different.

Over the last few years, you had come to accept his wobbly schedule. Sometimes, he just had a few videos to record and could take you out for lunch. Sometimes, he had a big project and had to work for hours on end, so you didn’t bother him. Nonetheless, he still made time for you despite his schedule. This week was different. He hadn’t made time for you. You hardly saw him, and no more than “good morning,” “hey,” or “goodnight” had been spoken between you.

Worry had begun to eat up your mind.

Setting down your cup of coffee on the table, you walked into the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge. There was still one slice of Key Lime pie, his favorite, in the fridge. You were on a mission to find out what the hell was going on and giving him Key Lime pie usually got him talking.

You made your way up to his recording room. The door was cracked halfway open, a turned around black sign leaning against it. Sean made sure to close and lock the door whenever he was recording to make sure that no one disturbed him. He also hung a little “do not disturb” sign on the doorknob for safe measures.

It wasn’t personal. It was business.

You rapped your knuckles against the door, peeking in. “Sweetheart?” He sat behind his desk, his head in his hands.

“Come in, lovebug.” His voice was quiet and strained, yet somehow relieved at the same time.

He barely glanced up at you as you took one of his extra chairs and swung it beside him, making sure not to drop the pie. Sitting down next to him you placed the pie on his desk, not saying another word.

He looked at it, a small smile curving on his lips. “Ah, lovebug,” he said, placing a hand on your knee, “I was gonna save this for a rainy day.”

“Today seems like a good day as any,” you said. “I hate to say it, but you haven’t been yourself lately.”

He sighed. “I know, I know. The stress of this project has gotten the better of me, and this fuckin’ video doesn’t want to be sent to Robin.” He ran his free hand through his pulled-back hair. “Sorry, honey-poo.”

You stared at his hair for a moment. “It’s okay.” You had an idea. “Would you mind if I tried something?”

“Try what?”

You were already up and heading for the door. “You’ll see.”

A few minutes later, you came back carrying a brush and wearing a grin on your face. Sean looked at you with curiosity. Well, that or he was trying to lick the bit of whipped cream stuck to his mustache. You couldn’t tell.

You came up behind him. “I still don’t what you’re doin’.” He tried to look up at you. “Brushing my hair?”

“Sort of.” You undid his mini ponytail, all his dark brown falling down at once. His hair was a lot longer than you remembered, but then again, he almost exclusively had it in tied it up to keep it out of his face.

“I can’t eat pie with hair in my face.”

“Sorry.” You pulled his hair back, beginning to brush it. When you were satisfied with how it felt, you leaned over to the desk and set the brush down.

It was French braid time.

It was a little more difficult than you had imagined. His hair wasn’t nearly as long as hair you had worked with before, but you managed. Right, then left, then right. Sean had already finished his pie and sat patiently, waiting for you to finish.

After a little more weaving, Sean had his very own mini French braid.

“There.”  You stepped away from him. “How do you like it?”

He reached up to touch his hair. “I feel like a little princess.”

You both found yourselves laughing. “Good,” you said between giggles. You sat down next to him again, trying to calm yourself down.

Sean scooted closer to you. “Thank you for making me feel better, lil’ lovebug,” he said, pecking you on the cheek.

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IT’S OCTOBER 31ST!!!!!!