#crankgameplays one shot

[ohheyitsgray]

give it up for year 3

[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

Okay so at some point I was writing like 4 fandoms at once and some original stories. I have since written one Disney one shot and the rest has all been Marauders. So I have a feeling I should fix that 😂. I loved being a fully multi fandom account. Like I wrote Marvel stuff, Harry Potter stuff, Disney stuff, MCYT stuff, BNHA stuff, OUAT stuff all at the same time and had like 40 different books. Most of it was MHA of course cause at the time, that was the big thing. Everyone was into that. But I haven't written much outside of my bubble. So I present a challenge (for those who want to participate of course), give me a fandom to get into. I will post my list of fandoms under the cut. I will look into said fandom and write at least one one shot about it and put it in AO3. Only because I would love to be multi fandom again, I just haven't gotten into much as of lately.

Once Upon a Time 

Harry Potter

Marvel

Star Wars

Glee

Liv And Maddie

Disney

V for Vendetta

Hamilton

Heathers

BNHA

Doctor Who

Firefly/Serenity 

Lovejoy (But I don't Support Wilbur)

Wilbur Soot (Don't support Wilbur himself)

Technoblade

Friends

Wednesday

Divergent

Disney Parks

Tesla

Riverdale

Melanie Martinez (I don't support Melanie herself)

Sam Smith

Tom Lehrer

Mitch Hedberg

John Mulaney

Nick Kroll

Taylor Tomlinson

Dungeons And Dragons

Gabriel Iglesias 

Stranger Things

Unus Annus

Markiplier

Jacksepticeye

CrankGamePlays

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Slime Rancher

Harley Quinn

Dear Evan Hansen

Dangnonronpa

Bob Ross

In The Heights

Free Guy

Percy Jackson

Apollo Series

Asylum Series

My Chemical Romance

Paramore

Cinder Series

Nerdy Nummies

How To Cake It

Monster

Grease

Animal Crossing

Totally Reliable Delivery Service 

Call Of Duty

Halo

Zoo Tycoon

Powerwash Simulator 

Alexa and Katie

The Crown

Bo Burnham 

Beetlejuice

Lana Del Rey 

Face Off

Red Rising

Kevin Hart

Jo Koy

Mateo Lane

Slime Meowy

PeachyBbies 

Assassination Classroom 

The Grinch

Moriah Elizabeth 

TPM Videos

Andy Weir

Project Hail Mary

Artemis

Ready Player One

The Martian

Inception

Punisher

Spiderman

Shadow And Bone

Six

Narnia

Marauders

Hazbin Hotel

Dear Evan Hansen

Game Of Thrones

Gilmore Girls

StampyCat/StampyLongNose

Mean Girls

After Series

Archie Comics

The Flash

Arrow

Ouran Highschool Host Club

TX2

SkyDxddy

Cloudy June

We Three

AC/DC

Aerosmith

Dorian Gray

Ben Barnes

Hadestown

Blue Eye Samurai

Daz Black

JacksFilms

Bridgerton

How to train your dragon

P4perback

Whataboutpadfoot

P4perangel

Taylor Swift

Brain Leak

VOILA

Skyrim

Assassin's Creed 

Pirates Of The Caribbean 

Deadpool

X-Men

Bluey

Mario

Jujutsu Kaisen

Hozier

Good Omens

Sam And Colby

Kall Me Kris

Billie Eillish

Little Misfortune 

Nerdforge

The Princess Bride

DSMP

HermitCraft

My Little Pony

A Goofy Movie

Slime Obsidian 

The Rise Of The Order

The Last Of Us

The Big Bang Theory 

South Park

Winx Club

OddCat Cosplay

Commander BunBun Cosplay

Soul Eater

Heartbreak High

Young And Hungry

The Lord Of The Rings

Saturday Night Live

Westworld 

Lucifer

Chapell Roan

Renee Rapp

Tinkerbell

Queen

(As of 8/01/2024)

Some might be doubles but, that was everything I've been into. A lot of it honestly doesn't have great fanfiction potential though. I have admittedly written a little bit of Ben Barnes stuff too. But not much. I think maybe 5 one shots if that.

The whole list was taken from my Quotev list. But, I wanted to share my own interests and encourage others to share theirs. Perhaps tag someone and let's see how many interests I can collect lol.

I know that there are a lot of fandoms here that I probably could write for but haven't gotten around to it. I probably will eventually I just also enjoy the thought of learning new things as well.

[jarlkacobshonk]

Masterlist [Requests: OPEN]

( BEFORE REQUESTING ) ( UPDATED 29/04/2021 ) [ UK DATES ]

minors dni on the links with (nsfw) beside it! i will be creating a post that gives a step-by-step on how to block certain tags on this account!

cc ! = content creator c ! = character!

━━━━━━ ( MCYT )

➥ dream !

masterlist for dreamwastaken! cc ! & c !

➥ georgenotfound

masterlist for georgenotfound! cc ! & c !

➥ sapnap !

masterlist for sapnap! cc ! & c !

➥ karl jacobs !

it’s over, karl

it’s over, karl [PART 2]

➥ quackity !

masterlist for quackity! cc ! & c !

➥ wilbur soot !

masterlist for wilbur soot! c !

➥ nihachu !

masterlist for nihachu! cc ! & c !

➥ technoblade ! c !

masterlist for technoblade!

➥ tommyinnit ! (platonic! only) cc ! & c !

masterlist for tommyinnit!

➥ tubbo ! (platonic! only) cc ! & c !

masterlist for tubbo!

➥ ranboo ! (platonic! only) cc ! & c !

masterlist for ranboo!

━━━━━━ ( OTHER YOUTUBERS )

➥ crankgameplays ! cc !

this is love

➥ corpse husband ! cc !

masterlist for corpse husband!

━━━━━━ ( SHIPS )

➥ dreamnotfound ! c !

loving a god

━━━━━━ ( DISCLAIMERS )

please let me know if any of the people listed are uncomfy with fanfics! i do research beforehand but opinions do change so in the event that a content creator changes their mind/initially displaces their discomfort on fanfics/drabbles, please let me know so i can cease writing for them! this includes any type off fanfic, regardless of whether it is nsfw or sfw.

━━━━━━ ( ADDITIONAL INFO )

if anon’s want to put an emoji beside ‘anon’ i can make an anon list!

i think that’s everything? will be updated!

[ nsfw ] = nsfw (rare for me to write) (will be tagged nsfw so just block that tag)

[someonexsomeone]

Caught on Tape

Title: Caught on Tape

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x fem!reader, fem!reader x best friend!Amy and best friend!Kathryn

Word Count: 1570

Summary: Requested. I adore your blog. Can I request an Ethan x reader where the reader is a YouTuber and won't do the smash or pass challenge bc she has a crush on Ethan so Kathryn and Amy and the reader are having like a sleepover and they do that to the reader and when they mention Ethan she gets all embarrassed and says smash and admits she has a crush on him and Ethan overhears and then fluff happens. Sorry if this is too specific but I love your fics!!

Warnings: Swearing! A little inappropriate! Please watch out, innocent eyes!

A/N: For @all-i-have-is-my-honor ! I hope you like it!

        If there was one place that was a more accepting environment than anything, it was the youtube community. Despite some hate, there was always people who created a loving place where everyone was invited and could be themselves. This was especially true for small channels, such as your own. And especially when you collaborated with other small channels. 

        This week, yourself and Ethan, from Crankgameplays, were doing a small play through of Would You Rather. It was a silly thing, sitting across from each other reading the questions which prompted more specific thoughts than you imagined. The twist, however, was if you were in the majority of votes, you got to draw whatever you wanted on the other persons face without lifting the pen; and vice versa. However, right at the begging, you had to establish some rules. 

        "Ethan!" You yelped, pulling far away as you smacked his arm. He was practically red in the face as he laughed, the jumbo liner in his hand shaking. "You cannot draw a dick on my face!"

        "This is what you wanted! You practically forced me!"

        "By what? Putting the pen in your hand?!"

        In the end, you forced Ethan to turn the two circles into a heart, one that took up the top half of your face, straight down the middle. As the game continued, the drawings went from goofy to more and more detailed, yourself and Ethan turning into walking canvases. In a particularly detailed drawing, you were drawing gears that looked like they were coming out of his face, you grabbed his face, practically pulling him against your chest so you could get a better angle. Standing over him, concentrating so hard you didn't notice Ethan's face progressively getting redder by the second, completely eye level with your throat and collar bones. Or, more importantly, the dip of your shirt. 

        "There!" You sat with a huff, falling back into your chair with a smile. You couldn't help the fur between your brows as you finally took notice of Ethan's red face. "Hey, you okay?" Ethan gave you a big smile, nodding slightly.

        "Yeah, just a little warm. Mind turning on that fan for me." A light blush filled your cheeks as he gave you a genuine smile, stirring the feelings inside your heart. Once the fan was on, the video resumed without a hitch. Turning to the camera, tears practically streaming out of your eyes as you observed the detailed mustache you drew on Ethan, you began to do your outro. 

        "Thank you all so much for being here! I'll see you in the video. Aaaaaaand....Signing off!" With a single salute, you were about to finish the recording, but Ethan was quick to throw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. You began laughing as he shook you around, tickling your sides, trying to add another drawing to your face that you just knew would get your flagged. You always loved recording with Ethan; not just because the feeling he gave you deep in the pit of your stomach, but because he could easily distract that feeling with the side splitting laughter that always left you clutching your sides.

        ---

        You spent most of the rest of the day editing the video. It wasn't originally supposed to go up until the following day, but you just couldn't help it. Filming with Ethan always gave you the best content. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as your picked pieces of the footage to put in the final edit, watching as you goofed around, playfully nudging and joking around. Yet, there was this one part that you couldn't take your eyes off of. It was when Ethan has suddenly got very warm within your room, his face going red. On the screen, you were out of camera, only your body in the frame. Ethan's eyes were completely forced forwards, glancing between the curve of your neck, and the dip in your shirt. You felt you cheeks heat up, doubt swirling in your mind. Yet, nothing could hide the truth from playing right in front of you.

        He's still a young adult, you thought, he's attracted to every woman in a low cut shirt.

        These thoughts, however, didn't stop you from watching the clip over and over, analysing every detail of it. In fact, you were so engrossed in it, that you didn't notice Kathryn sneaking up behind you. With a small jump, she placed both of her hands on your shoulders, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

        "Eep! Kathryn!" You quickly minimized your screen, spinning in your chair so fast you forgot about the huge headphones covering your ears, which caused them to rip right off your head. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Kathryn, however, didn't notice, as she was practically hunched over with laughter. "Jerk."

        "Come on, don't be like that. I was just coming to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with Amy and I." She didn't have to ask you twice. You needed a break, something to take your mind off the blue haired boy that constantly invaded your thoughts. Nearly sprinting to the living room, Amy was already there, warm sweater wrapped around her, and a blanket draped over her legs. She had a cup of tea in her hands, which she daintily blew on before taking a sip. You swear, you've never seen such a soft, swan-like human before meeting Amy. However, her quiet and gentle moment was destroyed by yourself and Kathryn barreling into the room, jumping onto the nearest couches with bowls of popcorn and your own assorted beverages. 

        It wasn't until half way before the movie before Kathryn spoke of the video she had spotted you studying.

        "So, you and Ethan made a video, huh. Looked pretty interesting." She lightly snickered to herself, taking another sip of her drink. You blushed bright red, angrily glaring at her. Amy, of course, immediately caught the tone in her friends voice. 

        "Ooooh. What video would this be, hmm? Something for your fandom to latch onto?"

        "It's nothing like that. Ethan was just watching me draw on his face." You tried to be nonchalant, you really did. But around your best friends, you couldn't hold together the lie. "Okay, I caught Ethan on video checking me out. But, before you say anything, I'm a hundred percent sure it's because he had nowhere else to look. Really, its my fault. I didn't even give the poor fella a chance." Amy hit you with her skeptical look, while Kathryn scoffed next to you. "Look, it doesn't even matter anyway. Even if he did, there's no way he would ever return my feelings." Amy and Kathryn were immediately at full attention, both turning their bodies so they could look at you directly. Amy opened her house, ready for questioning, but the voice that came out was not hers.

        "You like me?" All three of you whipped your head around, a very surprised blue boy standing at the archway, a single cup of ice water clinking in his hand. You immediately stood, blanket falling from your lap to a puddle around your feet. "You actually like me?"

        "Ethan! Oh my god. No, wait, you got it all wrong. When I said return my feelings, I meant like feelings of friendship and trust!" With each rushed word you stepped closer, trying so hard to fix your mistake and salvage your beloved friendship. However, Ethan just continued to stare, his eyes trailing your every move. 

        "So, you don't like me?" Your mouth opened and closed, trying desperately, but you couldn't make him unhear everything that you had said as he walked past your girls night to the kitchen. With a defeated sigh, you simply hung your head and nodded. There was three beats in the next second. One, a footstep. Two, a clink of glass on glass. Three, your gasp as Ethan forced your head up to place his lips upon yours. You had no hesitation before kissing back, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer, closer, closer. By his arms, his shoulders, his hair. He pulled as close to him as possible, kissing the breath right out of your lungs. The shock on your friends faces were completely ignored as you continued to kiss. Finally. Finally, he was yours. 

[oasisofgalaxies]

As soon as they mentioned a D20 I now r e a l l y hope that at one point they play DnD-

[tomokorules]

Also, guys, I've just noticed something about the paintball video, it was 23 days after the bad kind of cupping, right??

Look at this

If you pay attention you still can see trails of the cups, that means Ethan sucked them so hard that it literally left a mark for a really long time, that is almost a month.

[sweetnestor]

these are all Big Moods™

[bristlee1]

Blue Boi

(I need to get more current pics since the hair is back to au natural)

PAX West 2017: Autograph session with Girbeagly 

Please do not edit or repost

Also, not sure why but many of the photos are looking grainy when I post them. They don’t actually look that way, I think Tumblr is reducing the size, maybe. So my apologies if they look that way

Please do not edit or repost. Thank you

[delicrieux]

. . . overprotective

˙⋆✮ summary. being mark’s little sister isn’t always sunshine and rainbows

pairing.  ethan nestor x f!reader warnings. none! wc. 1,020 ✧˖°.

prompt by @/fuckkoffcourtney. could you do an ethan nestor (crankgameplays) one shot where the reader is marks younger sister and it's a secret because she's 18 and legal but she's still his baby sister so he gets over protective and he sees hickeys on her and amy let's it slip the reader is with ethan and mark flips out and is like 'nooo baby sister no boys' and he gets overprotective but the reader tells him off and says he can't keep her away from ethan + sibling fluff at the end?? thanks so much sorry it's so long

creds. hd.

mlist | buy me coffee ♡ྀ

Mark is a good brother. Since the two of you grew up without a father it was only natural that big brother Markiplier would take on that responsibility and take immense care of you, help out mom more, drive you from party to party or from Walmart to Target at two am. That being said, he isn’t a great brother. Whilst yes, you have a feeling that he loves you more than anything else in this world (maybe besides Chica. You can’t compete with Chica), with that brotherly love comes one major flaw…He’s way too overprotective.

It’s late, how exactly you didn’t check since it hardly matters when it’s summer. Wearing nothing but a pajama shorts and an oversized blank t-shirt that keeps slipping over your shoulder, you move through the dark to find a light switch and once you flip it you cringe at how bright it is. It takes exactly three seconds to adjust – you counted – and you surpass a chill once your bare feet step onto the cool tiles. The kitchen is warm, too warm, and silently you crack the window open for any kind of chilly breeze. You’re hungry for a midnight snack. You have been for the last fifteen years. You know where Mark hides his sweets and you are not afraid to exploit the baby sister privileges if that means getting your hands on that delicious piece of chocolate. You tiptoe to the cabinets. It doesn’t even occur to you that someone else might be up, and the quiet creak of the office door raises no alarming bells, although it should. Footsteps. Focused you reach up for the small box secretly placed behind some spices. Your shirt slips again, revealing a row of (color) skin dotted with purple spots and bruises. This shirt…!

“Hands where I can see them!” You jerk at the mocking demand and whip your head to the entrance – your brother, albeit tired, wears a goofy smile as his eyes stay fixed on his sugar supply. That smile doesn’t last that long, though, and for once you wish you forgot to turn on this harsh, burning light that makes the hickies stand out even more than normal. You can see his face drain. Any and all explanations of how you fell down the stairs or accidentally brushed your shoulder by a doorframe too hard flew right out of your head as your eyes met. You gulp. Your throat is dry and your feet are burning. Mark crosses his arms over his chest. “You said you were at Sally’s yesterday.”

Sally is your best friend. She covers you for everything, god bless her soul. In a way it is true, you did stop by at her place to give elaborate instructions on what to do with Mark calls, suddenly appears or requests to meet up. After that you were merely on your way to Ethan’s house, where you proceeded to play video games all night and make-out. Natural stuff for an 18 year old girl to have a boyfriend, but your life is anything but natural and since you were a little kid Mark had said a very firm ‘No boys allowed. Ever. You’ll date Jesus if you’re that desperate for a boyfriend.”. His words echo in your earlobe. The tension in the air rises and whilst you really don’t want a confrontation, you have to stand up for yourself. Your eyes glint dangerously and you set down the box, cross your arms over your chest and stare him down.

“Mark. I’m 18.”

“No.” He shakes his head, “You know the rules, no boys till you’re 50.”

“Mark,” You try to reason with him, “that’s ridiculous.”

“Who is he?”

“Mark…”

“Who is he?! I have the right to know!”

“Okay, first of all, calm down—“

“I am calm! Super calm! Calmest I ever been! Oh, I’m sorry if I’m, as you say, ‘overreacting’, but how would you feel if I kept Amy a secret from you?”

You were about to protest, you even prepared a sharp reply but it all flew over your head again when you realized…he’s right. You would be sad and confused why he didn’t tell you about such a sweet girl, but…Your shoulder slump and you glance down. Your nail polish is chipped and you make a mental note to fix it after this is all settled. With a soft sigh you bite on your lower lip and try to think of something – anything, really – to say that would dismiss him. Though Mark had forbidden you to date, a part of you believes that he would have been okay with it if you just told him. No lies. No secrets. No Sally exploiting. He would’ve been angry, sure, but at least not as…hurt, as now.

“Alright, fine, I’d be disappointed.” You finally squeeze through your teeth, still unable to look up. There is a heavy sigh. You can practically see him rake his fingers through his hair as his eyes wander around the eerily silent kitchen. Words seem unnecessary at this moment. It feels like if you were to say something, to add or poke fun, it would ruin everything, and Mark thinks so too. He approaches you slowly, almost cautious, though if he’s afraid that you’ll push him away or he’s simply not ready to settle this yet is beyond you. You can feel it coming and--- he pulls you into a tight hug that makes your bones settle and hard to breath. Warmth fills you like a flame and your throat shakes with wordless ‘love you’s and apologies. You hug back instantly.

“You know I love you no matter what, just…Tell me next time.” He sounds disappointed. It breaks your heart. You nod stiffly and press a small smile on your lips.

“Oh!” A familiar voice makes the two of you part as curiously you poke your head out over Mark’s shoulder to see Amy observing the two of you, “I heard screaming and…” Her eyes go from you to Mark and she smiles, “(Name), did you tell him about Ethan?”

“ETHAN IS YOUR BOYFRIEND?!”

thank you for reading!

[markiplier-bonjur]

When It All Falls Down

Summary: Everybody says high school is the worst four years of your life. No one said it carried on through college.

Pairing: Platonic!Teamiplier x Sister!Reader

Request: “Can I request a teamiplier x reader who is being bullied by a couple of class mates and the team come to comfort her while Tyler and Mark go confront the bullies, and just a whole bunch of fluff and angst” @mettatonlover858

A/N: I fell in love with this request so fast, oh my gosh! I actually wrote it with the reader being Mark’s younger sibling who is living with him and the team! I didn’t get to the confronting part, but i hope you still like it! But if you or anyone you know is being bullied, no matter how old they are, tell someone. I cannot urge you more than I am right now to speak up. You could save someone's life.

Warnings: angst, fluff, bullying, slight swearing, anxiety attack

Your motions were frantic as you scurried about the house. You kept cursing yourself for being too loud, especially since it was almost 5:30 in the morning. Opting to skip breakfast, you sling your backpack over your shoulder, scribbling a note:

“Had to leave early. Chica’s been fed. Let her outside.”

You stick it to the coffee pot. A head rubs your leg and you look down to see Chica. You smile. “Yes, I love you.” You give her a quick pet on the head and slip out the door. You didn't want to go to school. Not one bit. Mark always urged you to finish your education, but it was growing harder and harder everyday.

You were under the impression that people grew up after high school; went off to live their happy little lives; but apparently, some of your classmates didn't get the memo. They were like the four horseman of the goddamn apocalypse, sent to destroy your world. And the sad part was that they were succeeding.

Your anxiety was through the roof 24/7. Every thought you had was double and triple checked, and even then, you never spoke up. It didn't matter who you were with either.

You didn't say anything to anyone at home though. At this point, you didn't feel you were worth it. They were all leading their lives with excitement in their eyes and you were just trying to stay above water. There was no point in letting someone else drown because you couldn't hold your own.

You round the corner. It was like walking into hell with gates wide open, not inviting you in, but not keeping you there either. Any person in their right mind would probably turn and run, but more than anything - more than wasting years of education, or facing four people who treated you like trash - you feared letting Mark down.

You were the baby of the family and Mark was your number one fan. He never gave up on you. Always said you were his inspiration for everything he’s worked for. But you just didn't see it. All you saw was the things you weren't.

“The Greeks believed Aphrodite, the goddess of love, was responsible for these events, which of course, wasn't true, but rather the because of the-”

“I bet she’s sleeping with Professor Bennet just to pass.” 

Don't turn around. Just keep writing.

“No wonder she’s always here so early!”

I’m okay. I’m okay.

“Excuse me, have you seen her? Talk about disgusting.”

I’m not disgusting, am I?

“I feel bad for the Fishbach family tree. Its gonna wither and die where she stands.”

Maybe I will be alone forever.

“But her brothers are totally opposite of her.”

I’m not like Tom or Mark, am I?

“Well duh, people actually like them.”

I’m nobody.

“How disappointing she must be.”

You stand up, the motion shoving the chair backwards. You leave your books where they lie as you run out, desperately trying to wipe away the tears. The lecture marches on, even the door thunks closed behind you.

You didn’t stop for anything as you ran home. You didn't care about the burn in your calves or the drumming of your heart against you skull. Only when you reached the door did you hesitate.

What if you were a disappointment? Would someone tell you? Or would they lie?

Those fears are shoved into the spotlight as the door swings open. Tyler is shouting something over his shoulder, his smile falling when he sees you on the front stoop.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He drops Chica’s leash and pulls you inside. The playful pup nuzzles her head into your hand, perfectly content with it simply resting there. Your eyes sting as more tears make their way down your cheeks. Chica trots off into the living room.

“Y/N,” Tyler says gently, “you gotta’ talk to me. Please?” His eyes are searching yours, desperately searching for an answer.

“If you’re gonna talk the dog for a walk, that means you gotta take her-” Ethan says sarcastically; his sentence dies away upon seeing you “-with you.”

You remind yourself to breathe, but the sudden rush of oxygen makes your head spin. Tyler takes hold of your hands as they begin to shake. “Go get Mark,” he mumbles. Your windpipe seems to shrink, your breathing now short and choppy. Your knees threaten to give out. “Okay, I’m right here. We’re gonna sit down now, okay?”

You don't answer. The brunette stays eye level with you as he guides you to the floor. It was like you were staring straight through him. Everything around you seems to blur together into one movement. All of your thoughts running amongst each other, cascading into this detached emptiness swallowing you whole. There were voices, and there was silence; each one in the same. Some words ringing louder than the others.

“Y/N?”

“Okay?”

“Found her...”

“Yes...”

“Please...”

Small things came back to you. Your fingers twitched at the feeling of Chica’s fur. Pressure on your arms, nothing more than a silent, “I’m right here.” And after what felt like forever, you could see Mark kneeling in front of you. Tears threatened to spill if he so much as blinked.

“You gotta talk to me,” he whispers, his voice cracking, “please?” He brushes your hair away from your face, watching his hands as he goes.

“'m sorry,” you choke out.

Mark’s eyes snap to yours. “No, no, no. Don't be sorry, smalls.” He cradles your head in his hands. “You have done nothing wrong, okay?”

“But I haven't done anything right either,” you murmur. Your voice had no strength to it, only defeat.

“What?”

“I try s-so hard, Mark, I do. B-but I can’t seem t-to get it ri-right. I’m just a dis- a disappointment.”

Mark was crying now. “Don't you dare say that, you hear me?” He wasn't angry. He was scared. “I am never-” voice crack “-going to think of you as a disappointment. Ever.” His grip loosens. “Why would you think that?”

You give a sad smile. “After hear- hearing th-things for so l-long, you s-start to- to believe them.”

He lets head drop, pulling you against him into a hug. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing. And you stay like that; holding each other as if the other will disappear. “W-when you were born,” he mumbles, pulling away, “I promised you that I’d be the best big brother.” He takes a shaky breath. “I promised I was gonna take care of you, no matter what.”

“Mark-”

“I promised you, Y/N. And if some son of a bitch thinks they are gonna hurt you, or make you think you are a disappointment, I will do everything to show you that they are wrong.”

You smile for the first time that day, and wrap your arms around Mark’s neck, anchoring yourself in him. He sits back on his heels, holding you tightly.

“Thank you for keeping your promise,” you whisper.

He holds on tighter, pressing a kiss against your head. “Please don't scare me like that again.” He pulls away enough to hold your head in his hands again. “If you ever feel like that - even for an instant - you tell me. Or Tyler or Ethan or Amy or Kathryn. Just please,” his voice drops to a whisper, “say you’ll tell someone.”

You smile weakly. “I promise.”

[smollathanaboog]

Update

IK I’ve been gone for a really long time since I’ve been on. As of right now asks are gonna stay open but I can’t promise all of them will be answered. I’ve seen how many ship requests I have and I’m already getting anxiety about answering them. I’m gonna start writing for you tubers and other tv shows n shit just ask if you wanna know if I write about someone. Umm yeah so I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long I’ve been stuck in a really self destructiveolace for a minute and idk I’m really sorry and I’ll try and do better 💖💖

[celestialmarkiplier]

Caught (crankgameplays x reader)

Requested? Yes! Anonymous asks: Hii!! Would you possibly be able to write an Ethan x short/awkward sisterplier or reader about their first time after being in a relationship for over a year and the rest of the team finding out after noticing the marks/hickies on the both of them? xoxo

Fandom: Teamiplier (Ethan)

Pairing: Ethan x reader / sisterplier

Warnings: mentions of sexual content

I slowly start to wake up, feeling a hand running gently through my messy hair and pulling it away from my face. I smile slightly and open my eyes to see a grinning Ethan staring down at me. I blush, remembering the things we had done the night before.

Ethan and I have been in a loving relationship for two years now. I moved to LA a couple years ago to be with my big brother, Mark, and moved into the Teamiplier house. Everyone was super welcoming and I have felt nothing but love since the beginning of my stay here. One day, Mark was supposed to show me around LA considering I had only been here a couple days and hadn't had a chance to explore that much. He had to cancel last minute, however, because he had gotten sick. I had been really bummed about it and was pouting on the couch when Ethan came in and offered to take me out instead. Long story short, we had a lot of fun and he asked me on a date soon after. The rest is pretty much history.

Last night Ethan took me out to dinner for our two year anniversary. When we got back home no one was here and there were rose petals leading from the front door to our bedroom. He had made plans for the ‘most perfect first time,’ as he had cheesily called it. We were both blushing wildly throughout most of the night, but it was absolutely perfect. I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend to share the experience with. 

Now it’s the next morning, which I have been told is usually quite awkward and uncomfortable, however, it’s not at all. We are both wrapped up in each other, legs tangled under the sheets and eyes trained on each other. Finally, he speaks up.

“Good morning,” Ethan hums in a voice that is slightly raspier than usual. I kiss his cheek and tuck my face into the side of his neck.

“Good morning,” I hum back. He wraps his arms around me and draws small patterns on my bare back. We continue laying there for a couple minutes, just enjoying the peace and quiet we have.

Soon enough though, the silence is interrupted. “Guys,” Mark says as he knocks, “Breakfast is ready.”

Ethan and I both groan before pulling away from each other. The only reason either of us is getting up is because we are starved. I sigh and sit up, popping and cracking a couple bones before getting changed and wearing one of Ethan’s shirts (that comes down so far i could probably wear it as a dress) with my jeans. He grins at me, and after putting his shirt on he says, “You should wear my clothes more often, baby girl.”

-

“Breakfast is served.” Ethan jokes as he sits a plate in front of me at the table. I smile and thank him before digging in.

The food is delicious, as always, and for a while everyone is silent. The only noise that can be heard is the slight clanking of forks against plates every now and then. Before long though, Tyler clears his throat and leans over to whisper something in Kathryn’s ear. I pretend not to notice because it's probably none of my business anyway, but soon enough Kathryn is telling Amy, who tells Mark, who looks between me and Ethan with a smirk. My curiosity gets the best of me and I ask, “What are you staring at?”

“Oh nothing, sis. It’s just that, well, have you looked in the mirror today?” He chuckles and I furrow my eyebrows before slowly getting up and walking to the bathroom.

My mouth opens wide at the sight of my reflection. I run a hand delicately over my neck as I stare at all of the love bites and bruises that had been left by Ethan from the previous night. I guess neither of us thought about our appearance this morning when we woke up. Oh God, now everybody in the house knows why Ethan had told them to go out last night.

I walk back downstairs with a blush and awkwardly sit back down. I look over at Ethan to see he has marks all over his neck and is blushing, too. Tyler snorts and shakes his head. “You two must have had a lot of fun last night, eh? Now I know why Ethan wanted to get rid of us so bad yesterday.”

Mark cringes and gags jokingly, “Tyler please, that’s my sister you’re talking about. I don’t wanna know about her and Eth gettin’ freaky.” he says and Ethan and I both blush harder, if that’s even possible.

“Guys,” I whine and cover my face, “Can we please not do this?” I hear laughing from the others and can’t help but smile myself.

Ethan laughs a bit too as he wraps an arm around me. He pulls me closer and kisses the top of my head, causing the others to make an obnoxious “awh” sound. It seems like all we are doing today is blushing, I swear.

“Did you guys at least use protection?” Mark asks us with a shit-eating grin.

“Oh my God,” I mutter, standing up and dragging Ethan away to the kitchen. “We are not having this conversation today- or ever!”

(A/N: well i tried! honestly the concept is really cute and i hope you like it! its kinda late here so if the writing sucks im blaming it on me being tired ((: -S )

[reverseblackholeofwords]

Happy Birthday!

(A birthday fic for everyone’s favorite doof, Markiplier!)

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

It’s so loud that Mark jumps several feet back in one, frightened bound. Everyone is gathered in his living room, the Egos and his friends and Amy, holding a cake in her hands. They’re all smiling, and Wilford is currently giving a solo on a kazoo. And it’s all so silly and wonderful that Mark just melts into pure happiness.

Kathryn has organized a table of Mark’s favorite foods and has battled quite valiantly to keep the Egos’ dirty little hands off it while they waited for Host to bring Mark back from Ego Inc. Tyler and the Googles set up all the decorations, and it’s certainly not the prettiest sight. But Mark appreciates the thought more than anything else. Ethan and Bim guide Mark over to the “special birthday seat” they’ve made up for him which is just his most comfy chair with balloons taped to it.

King of Squirrels walks over, takes the crown from his head, and puts it on Mark’s. “Just for today!” he warns Mark. “I dub you, Sir Markiplier, king for a day!” The others cheer, and Mark blushes so brightly that he almost matches the rubies in King’s crown.

Amy lets Wilford light the candles on the cake with Kat’s supervision. “No goofs,” Amy warns him as he makes a face and lights the candles and only the candles on fire. “All together now!”

And they start singing Happy Birthday to Mark. Wilford throws an arm around Bim’s shoulders as they break into two part harmony, and Dr. Iplier manages an impressive falsetto. Amy brings the cake over to Mark’s birthday throne and holds it out for him with a huge smile on her beautiful face. Mark notices that on the cake in green icing instead of “Happy Birthday” are the words, “B to Blow.”

He giggles a little, and when they stop singing, Amy tells him, “Make a wish!” Mark knows exactly what his wish is without even having to consider. He takes a deep, deep breath and blows out all the candles in one try. “I see all that jabbering does you some good,” Amy says with a laugh a gives Mark a quick peck on the cheek. “Alright, Birthday Boy gets the first slice!”

Kathryn refuses to let Wilford cut the cake no matter how much he protests. They let Google do it instead since he can actually make all the pieces the exact same size so that everyone gets an equal share. Even Tim gets a slice, just so he doesn’t feel left out. Chica, nervous but still excited, seats herself across Mark’s lap, her tail wagging happily off one end and her head nuzzling under his hand on the other.

They all sit around, laughing and talking together about funny memories of Mark. The Egos hang on to every word of the team’s stories of Mark stumbling around half-asleep after finishing the editing for “A Date with Markiplier” or the time that Tyler smashed the famous table Mark faceplanted on, it’s all new to them. Host seems to enjoy the stories the most, leaning back in his chair and smiling to himself as if, for once, he doesn’t mind that he’s not the one telling the tales.

“Time for gifts! Time for gifts!” Tim announces, throwing his little hands in the air happily. “Open mine first, Mark!” Tim hands Mark an even smaller box which has a small button inside. “It’s for when one falls off of your shirt!”

Mark smiles and thanks his little biscuit. The Egos tell him their present can wait for the end, and so they move on to Teamiplier. Tyler and Ethan give Mark a coupon book full of pieces of paper that say things like “Free trip to Cracker Barrel,” “Free ‘Go Away Now’ Card,” and the like. Mark laughs and tucks the little book away in his pocket for later as Kat and Amy bring over their gifts of food, which Mark probably appreciates the most out of anything.

Finally, Wilford agrees to show Mark the Ego’s present, which he claims is really a present for everybody. “I’ll take everyone if you all get close.” Once they all gather around Warfstache, the Ego shouts a loud, “Poof!” And they’re all suddenly flying through his void, tumbling head over heels until they break through to the other side like falling out of water.

Other than Wilford, everyone else lands sloppily on their faces or backs or another person. When they all scramble to their feet, Mark looks up and gasps. “Wilford! How?”

“Bim and I made it.” He gestures up to the house. It’s colossal and unusual, colorful and lopsided, but it’s the most appropriate house for the Egos that Mark could’ve ever imagined. There’s a giant oak growing right out of the top of it, and half of it is raised up on stilts while the other half seems somewhat buried in the hillside of the wilderness where the house rests alone among the trees.

Bim looks at Amy and smiles. “We thought since you had such bad memories at the other building… and-and since Dark is in control of that place, we decided to move!” He glances between the house and Amy and Mark. “Do-do you like it?”

“Like it?” Amy asks. “It’s amazing! I love it!”

Kat, Ethan, and Tyler gather around. “Can we see inside?” Ethan asks.

Wilford clears his throat, putting on his best TV show host voice and declaring. “Right this way, ladies, gentlemen, and of course, all other configurations of being!” And leads them through on the grand tour. As they step inside, Amy drops back to the back of the group where Mark is smiling just as bright as day and looking around at the others’ excitement.

“You look happy,” she says softly.

He takes her hand in his. “I am, Liebling.”

Amy grins over at him. “So, what did you wish for?”

Mark glances around once more at the new house, the Egos, and his friends all happy together and safe. “This,” he says, “this is the best thing I could wish for.”

[rattyoakenbitch]

youtubers: “don’t touch her” ₊˚ ⸝  corpse husband x reader

❝i don't wanna think about, think about you. drink up, drink up i'm so fucked up, all i want is you.❞

gif credit: n/a song: lykke li - sex money feelings die

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pairings: corpse husband x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, drinking, smoking, violent language, and minor mentions of anxiety.

summary: i can’t make summaries rn hhh just read it (:

“Sean, there is no way in hell I’m going!”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’ll be fun!”

“That’s what you always say!”

“Ugh, you and Corpse are so stubborn. At least I was able to convince him to show up! You know what you need? To get out of the house more often and come hang with us.”

“Uh huh, yeah, y’all have fun, I got some stuff to finish.”

“Yeah? Like what? Your ten hour nap?”

“HEY! Excuse me -”

“7PM, [club address], you’re showing up.”

“Sean - !”

With that, Sean hung up. You let out an exasperated huff, crossing your arms and pouting like a toddler who was just denied a toy. You were invited, or more accurrately forced to celebrate whatever the hell Sean and his friends achieved. With lives like theirs, it seemed like there was always something to celebrate. 

You, on the other hand.. Well, you were just little old you. You met Sean by mere chance. It’s a very long story, but you shared some things in common, like your love for video games. However, that was about the only thing you could relate to with Sean and his little friend circle. You were more passionate about writing, as well as reading short horror stories. 

Now, that’s where you clicked with Corpse Husband. 

He was an underrated YouTuber, whose main uploads were narration videos on creepypastas and horror stories. That’s until he blew up with his Among Us gameplays, collaborating with big names like PewDiePie, Jacksepticeye, and CrankGamePlays (EEF!!!).

You met over an Among Us stream with said YouTubers and immediately hit it off. You shared a dark sense of humor, love for horror, and music. You knew of Corpse before, but only then did you discover that he produced music, which you absolutely enjoyed (and blasted in your house for days on end).

When you found out you lived not even twenty minutes away from each other, you’d occasionally meet up, mostly at his house considering he only went out once in a blue moon. You’d sometimes even spend the night at his place, staying up late, gazing up at the stars, getting deep into conversation and opening up about things you never blurted out to people. But when you were with Corpse, everything just came naturally. You felt safe with him, and hopefully, he felt the same. 

Night approached, the clock striking 5PM. You figured you’d get ready since Sean was dead set on you coming to the party. You showered, did a minimalist glossy makeup look, and chose an outfit, which consisted of a half neon green and black skirt that stopped mid thigh, and an oversized distressed band tee which you tucked into your belt. You slipped on a pair of ripped, striped thigh-highs with mismatched colors, (white stripes on one and neon blue on the other), and your platform boots that made you look like a Bratz Doll. You didn’t bother with your tangled hair. You teased it with a brush but didn’t put any effort into styling it, since it’d get messy anyways. To finish your look, you clipped on a choker and dangled a couple of layered chains around your neck.

Corpse would tease you, saying you had a “dog collar”, but you knew he secretly liked it.

All dolled up and ready to go, you hopped into your car and followed the GPS to the address Sean sent you. Drunk couples stumbled out of the club, dates headed inside, and old wasted guys were thrown out. Oh boy, you were not ready for this.

You were the anxious, anti social type. Not because it was edgy or cool, but you simply didn’t know how to handle social situations. However, it comforted you to know Corpse would be there by your side so you didn’t need to chat and flirt with strangers. 

It’s not like you wanted to meet anybody new, anyways. Though nobody was aware of it, you had feelings for Corpse. Cliche, right? You knew you shouldn’t have, but you developed feelings for him. It made you feel strange and weird, considering you haven’t caught feelings in a while.

You came up with the bright idea of slowly drifting away from Corpse to maybe help de-escalate these feelings, but you were going to run into him at the club, so what the heck.

You headed inside, your eyes scanning the crowd and pushing through, searching for your friend group. You spent a couple minutes cluelessly looking around the club, but to no avail. Then, it was as if a light bulb clicked on over your head; you never thought to phone Sean.

“Ugh, I’m so stupid.” You reached into your purse to get ahold of your phone when a pair of strong, manly hands and cold metal which you assumed to be rings wrapped around your shoulders, gripping you tightly. 

“Boo!” 

You felt your heart stop and ran out of the man’s grasp, spinning around to look at who it was.

“Oh, did I scare you?” 

The man’s deep, monotone voice rumbled above the sound of the music and shouts. Then you recognized that unique and distinctive voice. 

“Corpse!! What the hell?”

His nose and jaw was covered by a black mask, with a print that looked like Frank from Donnie Darko, which was also Corpse’s signature look, seen in his channel art. 

Despite Corpse being a faceless YouTuber, only very few people have seen his face, including you and Glam&Gore who he featured in his narration videos. You thought he was very handsome, his baritone voice matching his appearance. You had to admit, you were a little disappointed he chose to wear a mask. You loved seeing his facial expressions, especially his precious smile that would light up the room when he’d let out little fits of laughter. But you got over it and respected the fact that he wanted to remain anonymous.

“You dickhead,” you scoffed, smacking Corpse lightly on the shoulder. Corpse towered over you, looking admittedly both intimidating and seductive. If you were a stranger, you’d probably be running off, but you weren’t scared of Corpse. He was a big softie and a teddy bear.

Corpse chuckled lowly, slinging his arm over your shoulder and leading you to Sean’s group. He was protective like that, even if you were just friends. Now you could see why Sean, at one point, speculated that you and Corpse had a thing going on. 

“So, Sean forced you to tag along, too?”

“Pfft, yeah, that’s Sean for you.”

“Hey, there’s my favorite couple,” Sean joked, patting your shoulder. You rolled your eyes at his drunk antics.

“Shut up, don’t make me choke you like I hate you,” you mocked in return, eliciting a fit of laughter from the group. 

“Remind me to never hang out with you losers again,” Corpse mumbled sarcastically under his breath.

The night went by in a flash. Sean, Thomas, Felix, and everyone else was blackout drunk. Luckily, Mark was there to assist them. Since Mark couldn’t drink, he would be the designated driver that night. Corpse hung out by himself, sometimes getting approached by women who he politely turned down.

You, on the other hand, were downing alcohol like your life depended on it. For you, it would take more than the average number of drinks for you to get wasted.

“Y/N, don’t you think you should slow down?” Corpse questioned cautiously, resting a hand on the small of your back.

“Does it really look like I’m thinking right now?” you drunkenly slurred, following with a giggle. You waved to the bartender, calling for another shot, which he slid over to you, but not without hesitating after noticing your state. You pushed Corpse off of you, probably more harshly than you intended, and took the shot. 

“Okay, Y/N, fuck this, I’m taking you to my place. We can’t stay here and you certainly can’t drive back home when you’re drunk,” Corpse scowled, stepping closer to you. Again, you shoved him back.

“No.. No..” You sighed, holding your pounding head in your hand. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what? Y/N, you’re drunk -”

“I’m not letting you of all people take me.”

Corpse blinked. “What does that mean?” He knew you were drunk, of course, and you were probably just blurting nonsense.

All of a sudden, tears escaped your eyes, racing down your blushy cheeks.

“No.. I’m so sorry. It’s my fault.” You began to shake and tremble as tears started to uncontrollably spill down your face. Corpse didn’t waste another second to take you in his arms, hushing you. “Your hugs are so warm.. I hate it. I hate feeling this way. It’s all my fault.”

“What did you do, sweetheart? You can tell me.”

Your heart ached when you heard his pet name for you.

“I think I may like you more than you like me.. I-I didn’t mean to! Please don’t leave me. You’re all I have,” you sobbed into his white tee, clinging onto him. “I love you so fucking much, it hurts. I shouldn’t have!”

Corpse stopped for a moment, processing your words.

You.. felt the same?

Corpse had to tell you. You were drunk, but he needed you to know. 

“Y/N, I -”

Suddenly, you had a moment of clarity. Realizing how close you were to Corpse, you backed away, wiping away the mascara tears under your eyes.

“I - I think I had too much to drink.. I just need a smoke..” 

Without giving Corpse the chance to protest, you ran off into the crowd, struggling your way through. 

Corpse began to get worried when you didn’t come back. He waited impatiently on the barstool where you left him, anxiously playing with his rings.

He was just about to get up and look for you, when he caught a glimpse of you stumbling out the exit with another man who guided you, gripping your arm tightly.

Corpse fumed, his face going red and heartbeat speeding up. He went after you, knowing damn well you didn’t know this man. 

The man took you to his car, placing you atop the trunk, your legs dangling over the edge. He stepped in between your legs, caressing your face. Everything was a blur. If your mind was clear, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to trust this random guy, who was probably ten years older than you. 

“You’re too pretty to be crying,” he whispered, leaning in closer to your face, until a yell stopped him from proceeding any further.

“Hey, asshole, she’s drunk! Don’t you fucking touch her!”

“C-Corpse?” You hiccuped, hopping off the trunk to get a look at the approaching figure. It was indeed Corpse. His eyebrows were pressed together angrily at the sight.

“You know this dude?” the man said loudly and smugly, just to get a reaction from Corpse. “Relax, my man, I’m just tryna take this pretty girl home.”

“Well this pretty girl happens to be mine, and I won’t let you take advantage of her,” Corpse growled. 

You stood by the stranger, clinging to him as you watched Corpse’s face twist into an expression of heartbreak when you didn’t budge. He then noticed the bruises around your arms and wrist, supposedly from the man’s strong grip. He was unbelievably furious. 

“Ha, doesn’t look like she’s your girl anymore.” The man’s lips twisted upwards into a devilish smirk, only pissing Corpse off some more. Oh boy, was he ready to snap. He reached into his pocket, when..

“Wait,” you managed to slur out, breaking up the argument. You reached out towards Corpse like a child. His facial expression immediately softened. He gave you a loving smile and immediately took you into his arms, holding you protectively. 

“Now, I suggest you get in your car and never come back,” Corpse threatened.

“Oh, yeah? Or what? I’ll kill you and take your girl, you motherfucker!”

Without hesitation, Corpse took out his switchblade, looking the man in his eyes.

“Say that again?”

You watched as the stranger’s whole tough act fell apart. Without another word, he ran to the driver’s side of his car, fumbling with his keys. 

“Yeah, that’s right,” Corpse mumbled, not taking his eyes off the man until he reached his own car. You held his hand the whole way, processing what had just happened. Corpse noticed your distant expression. You got into his car, shutting the door and slumping back into your seat. He tore off his mask, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. Then he looked back to you. 

“Princess?”

You looked to Corpse, your eyes teary. “Hey, Corpse.” You didn’t seem to be as drunk, your mind a lot clearer after the incident. “D-Did you mean anything you said back there? About the..”

“About you being my girl?” 

Corpse took your hand in his, squeezing it comfortingly. He leaned forward and cupped your face with his free hand. “Absolutely.” 

With that, you leaned towards him, hesitantly pressing your lips to his. Your lips tasted of alcohol, but Corpse didn’t care. He was admittedly taken back, his breath hitching, but he released the tension from his body and kissed you back, pulling you over to the driver’s seat atop him. There wasn’t much space, forcing you to press closer to Corpse, deepening the kiss. 

Still being a bit drunk, you were clumsy and kind of ‘out of it’. 

“I’d hold onto something if I were you,” Corpse mumbled, breaking the kiss momentarily to guide your hands to grip his shoulders. But you were impatient and reconnected your lips with his, no doubt causing him to blush even more than he already was.

You couldn’t help yourself and giggled into the kiss, causing Corpse to chuckle along with you, departing from the kiss again and resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so fucking adorable when you giggle.” 

You hummed in response, offering Corpse an innocent grin as you pecked all over his face. 

“I’m so glad you’re mine.”

[someonexsomeone]

The Fall

Title: The Fall 

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x fem!reader, Mark x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 720

Summary: Requested. "Hey! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader is dating Ethan and them and the Mark group goes to Pax and just fun couple stuff with everyone and it's not specific but I mean just fun st pax with everyone whatever you want:)"

Authors Note: I don't know if this is exactly what you wanted but as I was reading your request I slipped and nearly fell down my stairs. And thus, inspiration! Also, this story is told as the reader is female. As always, for my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I’ll get it up as soon as possible.

        If there was one thing the group wasn't allowed to do, it was wandering the floor unattended. Which meant there was only thing Mark could do to entertain himself...live stream. Sure, the video was grainy and the audio was awful, but there wasn't much he could do otherwise. He was crawling all around, not daring standing to give away his brilliant plan to sneakily speak to his fans. So there he was, on all fours, trying to get a glimpse of the throngs of people standing outside. Ethan was currently giving hugs to as many people as he could, smiling and laughing, savouring the short minute he had with everyone. This, naturally, meant you were standing behind the thick black curtain, just peaking out enough to not get caught. Your eyes were glued to the blue haired boy, smile twitching at the corner of your mouth. You couldn't help it. He made you so happy, even when he wasn't next to you. Just watching his excitement, the way his eyes shone as they swept over the people who all want to meet him, was enough to get you to break out into a smile yourself. You knew how much this meant to him, which is why when he asked you to come out to the east coast with him you jumped at the chance. Not only were you excited to see the people at PAX, but also getting to see his parents again. You adored them, and the rare time you got to spend with them. 

        Amy and Kathryn watched as Mark shuffled across the floor, so engrossed in his phone, he hardly noticed anything around him. They were giggling to themselves, making sure to keep an eye on you as well. You two were dangerously close, and with you engrossed in your boyfriend, and make engrossed with his fans, they were sure disaster would arise. And they were right. 

        "Wait! Mark!" Amy whispered as loud as she could, standing quickly. Mark turned, but it was too late. His body had made contact with yours, surprising you more than you would have liked. The small squeal that left your mouth was fine, but it was the sudden change in gravity as your foot slipped out of shock was what was disastrous.

        You went sailing through the curtains, face first right into the open. Surprise screams and gasps filled the room, many people recognising you, despite being face down on the concrete floor. Ethan, completely shocked, rushed forwards to help you off the ground. Yet, he didn't make it very far. Your lone foot, the one thing that hadn't switched sides of the curtain, was quickly grabbed by the culprit of your fall. A small scream fell from your lips as you dragged back to the other side of the curtain. Quickly flipping, you kicked Mark in the arm, angrily yelling his name. Mark however, couldn't stop laughing, quickly followed by Tyler, Amy and Kathryn. His phone laid forgotten next to him, the stream still going, yet only showing the bright over head lights.

        On the other side, the room had erupted in laughs as well, bemused by the very grudge like incident that had just occurred. Ethan, on the other hand, paled, completely freaked out. But a bright smile appeared on his face as you poked your head out from the thick curtain, your hair slightly messed up from getting dragged. You beckoned him forwards, only to plant a long sweet kiss upon his lips when he was close enough. His cheeks were burning a bright red as the hall erupted in screams, causing you to giggle and disappear, and didn't die down until he was back on the other side of the curtain. He didn't hesitate to pull you into his arms, holding you close as him as he planted another long kiss against your lips. Mark, who had tried to save his stream, quickly turned the camera back to the two of you, practically shoving the thing in your face.

        "D'awwww! Look at them! I'm like a proud mama." Without breaking the kiss, your hand found Mark's face, pushing as hard as you could. The youtuber let out a surprise yelp as he fell, payback for what he caused you to do only a few minutes ago.

[exploritoryinc]

Day or Night : CrankGameplays x Reader

54.  I didn't know I was hurting you. I'm sorry.

Series: No

Pairing: Ethan/Reader

Reader Gender: female

Requested: Yes

Warnings: reader feels abandoned

It happened gradually. You knew Ethan was busy, he had the channel to worry about, streams, and then he and Mark started Unus Annus... It felt like you never got to see your boyfriend anymore. You would never say anything, you knew how much this life meant to him, but you had feelings, desires, and goals too. It felt like you were being swept under the rug. Just out of sight, where no one would notice you struggling, no one would see your loneliness.

In the end, it wasn't even Ethan that noticed first, but Amy.

“Hey Ethan, has she been feeling okay?” Amy nodded her head in your direction while you were helping film one day.

He glanced over to where you were helping Mark line up a shot. “What do you mean?”

“She's just been so quiet, and she doesn't look like she's been eating much. She's getting kinda thin.” Amy creased her brows. “I just worry is all.” They continued with the shoot, but Ethan started watching you, noticing how you would stare off into space when you thought no one was looking, the small sigh when Mark insisted you re-shoot an entire scene that felt off in the playback.

That night as you drove home, he asked you point blank. “Are you happy?”

“What?” You were confused, where had that come from?

“Are you happy? You seem tired and sad. Was it something I did?”

You stopped to think, then decided to tell him the truth.

“I never see you anymore. I know that you are busy, especially this year, but come on man, when was the last time we had a date night? And last week when we actually ate dinner at the same time doesn't count, you were in the kitchen, on your phone, while I was at the table. I miss you.”

“Oh babe, I didn't know I was hurting you. I'm sorry. Why didn't you tell me sooner?”

“Because,” you sniffled as tears began to form. “I know how much this stuff means to you, and I want you to be happy. I don't want to drag you away, or get in front of your dreams.”

At that, Ethan pulled over on the roadside, slammed the car in park, and crawled over into you seat, pulling you onto his lap. “My hobbies, my job, should NEVER come before your happiness. You mean the world to me, and if you feel left out, you tell me, and I will ditch Mark, or whatever I'm doing, and we will go get ice cream, okay?”

He ran his hands through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp as you nodded. ��Any time you need me. Day or night.”