#ethan nestor fluff

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Dating Ethan Nestor would Include…

DISCLAIMER: I am not alluding to or claiming anything about Ethan’s personal life nor do I want to, as that is his buisness and his alone; these headcanons are simply for people who value him as a comfort source! Enjoy :)

a/n: in the unlikely event that ethan sees this, kindly shoot me-

warnings: none! just fluff :)

you two either meeting through youtube, creatorclash, or spencer tackling you with affection

no other options LOL

ethan’s talked about his sexuality on stream before, so i don’t think he’d have issues with dating someone who isn’t afab (pan-curious king)

i feel like he’d definitely be very protective of you in the sense of privacy, since he doesn’t want you getting hate

however, if you allowed it, he would absolutely make some cute couple posts!

SO MANY GAY JOKES BRO

this man doesn’t give a royal fuck what you identify as, the gay jokes are inevitable

you recording him giggling because fdkjfjdklfjsrlk cute???

getting invited on brain leak and exposing him to seán 😭

you both start bullying him

spencer being squished in between y’all when you’re cuddling

neither of you mind, since he’s your adopted son

spencer, not ethan, to be clear

PLSSS YOU LITERALLY SCREAMING YOUR LUNGS OUT TO ENCOURAGE TO HIM AT CREATORCLASH

you’re one of the first people he hugs after winning <333

dates that are literally just taking a nap together (goals honestly)

begging him to wear glasses more cuz he’s fine asf already but in glasses?? *dies*

just a very sweet, slightly chaotic relationship with our lord and savior eeftan christ PFFT-

[emocxnteddie]

Hi! I loved your platonic markiplier fic! I was wondering if you could make something similar but with Ethan? And reader is his trans brother who gets bullied and Ethan teaches the bullies a lesson? <3

!-! Brotherhood !-!

Pair; Crankgameplays/Ethan Nestor x FTM!Reader.[He/Him Pronouns]

Genre; Platonic fluff & angst-ish.

WARNINGS; Swearing, blood, violence, fighting, transphobia, homophobic slurs, bullying.[Let Me Know If More Is Needed.]

A/N - I decided to base this on an au where Ethan is in his last year of high school & M/N is in his second year of high school.

M/N stood in the hallway of his high school, trying not to be seen. He had been relentlessly bullied for the past year for being trans. M/N hated it, always being called names.

M/N's older brother, Ethan was however always by his side. Though Ethan wasn't fully aware of everything, he didn't know his brother was bullied for being trans specifically.

Then one of M/N's classmates, a guy named Derek walked up to M/N along with Derek's minions. "Look! It's the faggot!" Derek laughed as he pushed M/N into the locker.

"Leave me alone, Derek," M/N muttered as he was pushed into the locker. He hated high school, all because of the bullying. Derek didn't stop, of course, he didn't. Derek just continued pushing M/N into the lockers, taunting him.

"C'mon, fag! Fight me! Fucking coward!" Derek laughed and M/N tried to push him off but it wasn't so easy. Then he saw a figure dash towards them, it was Ethan. He had gone to get something he'd forgotten in his classroom when he saw his younger brother being bullied by Derek & his group.

"Leave him alone, you piece of shit!" Ethan yelled as he pushed Derek to the ground. Derek stood up and glared at Ethan. "Why are you defending this homo freak!" Derek said in an angered tone. Ethan spaced out and just swung at Derek, hitting him in the face.

"That homo freak is my brother! So you keep his name out of your fucking mouth!" Ethan yelled as he kept punching Derek until he got enough of it, his fist being bloody and Derek's face being bloody. Derek ran off with his friends, yelling names.

Ethan looked at M/N and laughed. "Sorry, got a little carried away," Ethan said in an embarrassed tone and M/N just laughed along. "Thanks for protecting me, Ethan," M/N thanked his brother and Ethan just ruffled his hair.

"You're my brother, I couldn't let those punks treat you like that, I'm the only one allowed to tease you," Ethan said proudly as he heard teachers. "Oh fuck, gotta run! Catch you back home, bro!" Ethan said as he ran away, M/N just chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah, see you back home, brother."

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Flufftober Masterlist

Day 1: Petnames - Sam Winchester ♥️

Day 2: Headcanons - Castiel 🧡

Day 3: Cuddles - Dan Avidan 💛

Day 4: Date Night - Jared Padalecki 💚

Day 5: Falling Asleep Together-AnothonyPadilla 🩵

Day 6: Nightmare Comfort - Ethan Nestor

Day 7: Reading Together - Brennan Lee Mulligan

Day 8: Late Night - Ted Nevison

Day 9: Marriage Proposal - Sam Winchester

Day 10: Road trip - Platonic! Garrett Watts (Maybe ADHD reader???)

Day 11: Sharing Clothes - Hasan Piker

Day 12: Baking Together - Matpat

Day 13: Love Notes - Jshlatt

Day 14: Scary Movie Night - Kurtswurld96

Day 15: Drawing Each Other - Viktor (Arcane)

Day 16: Picnic Date - Castiel

Day 17: First Kiss Memories - Anthony Padilla

Day 18: Friends to Lovers - Shane Top

Day 19: Arts & Crafts - Damian Hass

Day 20: Shopping - Jerma985

Day 21: Music - Dan Avidan

Day 22: Adopting a pet - Sam Winchester

Day 23: Helping When Sick - Jacksepticeye

Day 24: Patching up wound - Jared Padalecki

Day 25: Hobbies Together - Jinx (Arcane)

Day 26: On a walk - Markiplier

Day 27: Watching a Meteor Shower - Dan Avidan

Day 28: Coffee Date - Misha Collins

Day 29: Self Care Night - Moist Cr1TiKaL

Day 30: Halloween Costumes - Sam Winchester

Day 31: Going Trick or Treating - Sam Winchester

Day 30,31 is like a two parter (:

Made this with my awesome friend @rats-write ♥️

Also theirs a lot of repeats because I don’t write for a lot of people srry! Tomorrow I’ll probably post about 3 to catch up so they’re probably gonna be short but I hope you love them!

(Same props dif peps)

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OMG THREE IN ONE?

(idk inside job- BUT STILL)

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fandom : post! a plague tale requiem

ship / pairing : young adult! lucas x fem! reader

warnings : MAJOR spoilers for a plague tale requiem, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of death, angst, fluff

word count : 5000

secondary image / graphic credit : @lesbianvamp thank you bby <33

description : after the de rune siblings, lucas, sophia && yourself had settled down into your new home, you realized that you were in love with lucas but weren’t certain if he felt the same way. years later, after having contained your feelings for so long, hugo pleads with you to take him to a nearby town festival, where a particular incident brings a surprising revelation to light.

A/N : set in 1354, 6 years after the end of requiem, so lucas is around 20 / 21, && hugo is around 11 / 12. everything canon wise is still exactly the same, ie. the count having tried to take hugo, emilie killing beatrice, && arno sacrificing himself, but obviously hugo doesn’t give in to the macula fully && managed to find a peaceful life with you, amicia, lucas && sophia at the de rune home in the mountains. written over the course of 4 days && i didn't even intend on writing this much but my brain literally wouldn't shut up lmao uibuibiubhk also someone pointed out that lucas looks like ethan nestor && i literally can't unsee it, so he's lucas' official adult face claim in my eyes :')) anway, i hope you all enjoy! <3

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“ this has got to be the most amazing thing i’ve ever seen! ”

you can’t help but to chuckle at hugo’s enthusiasm, a hand reaching down to gently ruffle his hair.

“ hugo, you’ve already said that at least three times today. ”

“ i have? but everything’s just so – oh goodness, look at that! ”

his fingers close around your wrist before giving a gentle tug, guiding you in the direction of whatever wonder he’s just laid eyes on. to most, this would simply be a joyous day at the town festival, filled with wonderful sounds, sights && smells – but to hugo de rune, it was something much more.

it was a miracle.

amicia had relayed the child’s tragic tale to you one night after he’d drifted off to sleep, obviously wishing to avoid burdening him with the memories of marseille, or for him to notice the tears welling up in her eyes as the three of you rested in the dwindling light of the nearby hearth. after so much tragedy && loss, it was no wonder that you’d all grown extremely close, the closest thing to some semblance of a family after the macula had dispensed its twisted design on the world. to you, they were family.

amicia. hugo. sophia. lucas.

lucas.

beatrice would have been proud of him, having studied for years to continue her legacy && to become one of the most renowned alchemists in all of provence. how he’d stood by her daughter without question in order to save her son’s life, hugo’s delighted yells being more than enough indication that his bravery had paid off immensely.

you were proud of him. more than proud –

“ Y/N, Y/N, come && look at this! ”

one minute, the atmosphere is merry, perfect even – the next, frantic && uncertain.

the grip around your wrist is now absent, a completely innocent act as the youngest de rune had clearly gotten carried away with his excitement, racing off to ogle at the marvels located amidst the sea of colour. except, your mind isn’t at all welcoming to such a rational train of thought, sheer panic beginning to take hold as you can already sense your throat tightening.

no, not now – please, not now –

joyous laughter shifts to undiscernible noise, drowned out by the thundering rhythm of your now racing heart whilst you futilely attempt to resist against the hysteria tormenting your psyche.

breathe dammit, breathe – he’s fine, absolutely fine –

yet as quickly as the reassurance comes, you find it being ejected away && instead replaced with deeply unpleasant outcomes.

pull yourself together, this isn’t what he needs –

your feet appear to have a mind of their own because before you even realize it, you’re already attempting to meander your way clumsily through the bustling crowds, hoping, praying for even a brief glimpse of the familiar green tunic. what would amicia say when she found out that you’d lost her baby brother? out there all alone, with the dreaded macula still coursing through his veins? oh lord, oh lord.

“ please, i need help! i’m looking for a boy, a boy of about eleven! ”

perhaps it’s the unwavering sound of the festivities, or your own laboured breathing, maybe even both, but no matter the case, your frantic pleas fall upon deaf ears, people clearly too engrossed in the event to even cast a bewildered look in your direction. in their eyes, they didn’t have time to deal with raving lunatics who threatened to spoil their day – yet your anxiety portrays a completely different picture as your back smacks against a cold stone wall.

hundreds of people, if not thousands, all with their piercing stares trained on you. you’re completely frozen to the spot now, your head spinning violently as you desperately fight back the growing wave of nausea. && just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, the laughter begins. it’s quiet at first, a few small sniggers here && there, but soon, the deafening sound bounces around inside of your skull, && you just want it to stop.

whether any noise manages to come from you as you open your mouth to cry out, you’re unsure, because all you can concentrate on is the chorus of jeers growing louder, && louder, && louder.

you can’t handle it any more.

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“ -- hear me? Y/N, please -- "

it’s quiet. the faint melody of bird song, && a voice that sounds so familiar, yet not – then again, you were still transitioning in && out of consciousness. groaning softly, you soon realize that there’s something plush positioned beneath your head, likely to cushion it from the hard cold ground below. what had happened? where were you? where was hugo?

hugo.

“ no hugo, wait - ! ”

apparently, deciding to try && sit abruptly up isn’t a good idea, as you’re soon wincing in pain before a gentle hand on your shoulder ushers you into laying back down. the surroundings begin to spin violently, so much so, that your stomach lurches && you have to fight back from emptying its contents.

“ Y/N, just please calm down, it’s alright! ”

you can’t help but to note how fraught with worry lucas’ tone is, && you feel a slight pang of guilt for being the cause of it, but there’s only one matter that consumes your mind entirely as your fingers weakly grasp the fabric of his sleeve.

“ hugo, where’s hugo? ”

“ he’s fine, i sent him to get some jasmine from the florist so i can help bring your heart rate back down – now please, stay still && try not to move, you need rest. ”

&& just like that, his reassurance fills you with more comfort than any plant ever could, your head retreating back down to nestle upon the comfort of your newfound pillow. it takes you a few seconds before you notice that the cloak usually draped around lucas’ shoulders is nowhere to be seen, your heart skipping a beat as his gaze carefully observes your face for any signs of additional discomfort.

the familiar sound of festivities starts to become more noticeable as the minutes pass && your grogginess begins to dwindle, albeit much quieter than before to your relief. in fact, there’s barely anyone else in the vicinity except for you && lucas, save for the few stragglers who had likely decided to depart for home prematurely. judging from the colours emblazoned across the sky, night would soon be drawing in, as a composition of fiery oranges && reds were beginning to bleed into the crisp shade of blue – a beautiful shade that was practically identical to lucas’ eyes. there’s a few more moments of silence before you carefully tilt your head in his direction, speaking softly in an attempt to conserve your strength.

“ lucas? ”

he seems almost in a trance whilst watching you, seemingly catching himself as you speak his name before quickly clearing his throat. if you hadn’t known any better, you’d say there was a faint blush spreading across his cheekbones.

“ yes Y/N? ”

“ what happened? ”

lucas hesitates for a moment as if he’s contemplating exactly what to say, && whilst you might believe that he’s trying not to alarm you, there’s more to it than that – he’s trying not to alarm himself. the sight of you hyperventilating && inconsolable is already lingering unwantedly in his mind, but regardless, he swallows && takes a deep breath before giving you an answer.

“ hugo said that when he found you, you couldn’t stop shaking && that you couldn’t hear him – you must have lost consciousness after that, so he helped me carry you here. ”

there’s a slight tremble in his voice that you notice almost immediately, but you decide not to question it. after all, it would surely be rude to impose on his state of mind when he’d gone to the trouble of ensuring that you were safe && well, although you can’t help but to wonder exactly why the question seems to unnerve him so much – especially when he doesn’t allow you time to reply by hastily reaching down to retrieve something from the contents of a pouch on his belt, && you notice that it’s a tiny silver flask as it glitters beautifully in the radiance of the sun.

“ here, drink this, it should help you feel better. ”

opening your mouth to ask another question, you don’t get the chance as lucas has already fastened an arm around you to assist you in sitting upwards, a soothing warmth exuding from him && making your stomach flutter with a strange, yet pleasant sensation. he’s so gentle && attentive with his touches, almost as if you’re made of glass && he’s terrified that one careless move will break you. his fingers gingerly bring the neck of the flask to your lips, && almost immediately, your nostrils are filled with the pungent scent of copper && honey. noticing your slight grimace, he has to bite back a chuckle, yet the same concern knitted within his brow persists regardless.

“ trust me, it tastes a lot better than it smells. ”

if it was anyone else trying to reassure you, then you wouldn’t exactly be filled with confidence, but lucas was a master of alchemy, so holding back the bile from rising in your throat, you trust in his words && swallow a particularly large mouthful of the liquid. true to his word, the sharp taste of lemon floods across your tongue, immediately eliminating the foulness that had pervaded your nostrils only seconds beforehand && lulling you into a welcome state of calm. of course, your inquisitiveness can’t suppress itself as you feebly smile up at him, becoming lost in his beautiful sapphire eyes.

“ lucas, that’s unbelievable – where did you get it? ”

“ actually, i – i brewed it myself. ”

there’s that familiar shade of pink again as he gives a sheepish smile of his own, a hand going to nervously scratch the back of his neck before he continues.

“ it’s quite simple really. i discovered it when i was trying to help amicia find some pain relief for her shoulder – just some honey, chamomile and burdock. the plants contain anti inflammatory properties, but it’s the honey that really makes a difference. see, honey dates back to as far as the ancient egyptians, && they knew that it could help soothe pain, which is why we have such vast knowledge of its medicinal properties today. of course, there’s still so much more potential for future discoveries, && i think that - ”

you’re surprised when he pauses mid-sentence, hesitating for a brief second before brushing a stray strand of chestnut hair from his eyes.

“ i – i’m rambling, aren’t i? ”

lucas was clearly so filled with joy when discussing his work, && his level of commitment to the subject was extremely endearing, almost adorable even. the fact that he was seemingly comfortable enough around you to bring up the said topic of conversation in such astounding detail genuinely melted your heart, so you can’t help but to shake your head in disagreement whilst offering him an encouraging smile.

“ it’s alright lucas, you don’t have to be ashamed. ”

you can make out a flicker of relief upon his features at your reassurance, && for a second, you find yourself wondering if he’s had the chance to talk so openly about his interests with anyone else. the thought soon fades however as his beautiful sapphire eyes focus so intently on your face, a smile of his own tugging at his lips before you feel your heart practically in your mouth at his reply.

“ it’s strange, really – it only tends to happen when i’m talking about the things i’m passionate about. ”

you’ve only just realized that his arm is still around you, with neither of you making any attempt to move from your current position. to think that not all that long ago, you’d been completely consumed with fear && panic, feeling as if everyone && everything that you’d ever loved would be lost forever. but now is the complete opposite, a pleasant warmth burning in your chest && making you feel as if you were ready to take on the entire world. there’s nothing but silence between you both for a few more seconds as you find yourselves smiling at one another, a silence that spoke a thousand words – except that silence doesn’t last, a familiar voice calling out amidst exhausted pants.

“ lucas, Y/N! ”

you barely have time to make out the hugo sized person before he practically throws himself onto you, arms fastening around your neck && cheek nestled against the silkiness of your hair as he embraces you tightly into a hug. there’s a slight twinge of pain from the initial contact, yet you manage to bite back a cry before wrapping your own arms around his much smaller frame, catching a brief glimpse of the basket loaded with flora that he’d been carrying moments beforehand.

“ Y/N, i’m so sorry that i ran off && left you – you could have gotten hurt && it’s all my fault. ”

“ hey, what matters is that you’re safe. but promise me you’ll never do that again, alright? ”

hugo hesitates for a moment before slowly pulling back from the embrace, one of his hands gently wiping his eyes as he nods. his attention soon turns back towards the wicker basket beside him, reaching down to grasp it before handing over the contents to lucas. taking it from the younger de rune, his eyes twinkle with relief as he smiles widely, evidently pleased with the yield that he requested.

“ this is more than enough hugo, thank you. ”

“ you’re welcome. but that’s not all, i got something else - ”

exchanging confused looks, both you && lucas are clearly oblivious to what he means until you catch sight of the beautiful sunny blossom sitting within the palm of his hand. you can vividly recall hugo telling you all about his memories of beatrice, how she’d educated him in botany alongside tirelessly searching for a cure to rid him of the macula forever. whilst he was indeed a special child, he deserved a normal life, free from being controlled by the disease inside of him && being able to truly appreciate the ‘ nice things ’ as he referred to them. amicia had often allowed him to braid them into her hair when he was younger, wearing it like a badge of honour – as a protector to the carrier.

whilst you’d always been able to identify even the most basic of flowers, hugo had been your own teacher, passing down his mother’s knowledge && his face practically lighting up as he’d shared stories of all the beautiful blossoms that he remembered from back home in guyenne. a symbol of rebellion almost against the hordes of rats that had delivered nothing but suffering && ruin – a reminder that no matter how dark the night, how turbulent the storm, there was always hope that lay deep within.

“ a daffodil. ”

there was no doubt that lucas also possessed a vast amount of knowledge in regards to botany, perhaps even more so than the young boy, considering the countless years that he’d spent studying under the watchful eye of his magistra. it honestly amazed you that not only could he name flowers that you’d never even laid eyes on before, but their medicinal qualities too, so it comes as no surprise that he’s able to recognize the sunshine coloured bud outstretched in hugo’s hand. he always had been intelligent. admirable. breathtaking.

“ used to treat chronic pain, && in rare cases, epilepsy. hm, not native to the area, meant to symbolise - ”

“ forgiveness. ”

it’s astonishing how your own voice && hugo’s chorus together in such perfect sync, alarming even, but it undoubtedly acts as further proof that you both share a beautiful && unique bond. proof that you would never allow anything to hurt him. ever.

“ i hope you like it. ”

his enthusiasm that had snatched you up into a hug only moments earlier is suddenly gone, instead replaced by a meek, almost timid demeanour whilst he fidgets idly with his hands. as if he was nervously seeking your approval. already, you can sense a lump in your throat && your eyes welling up with tears, completely touched by the innocent gesture but taking extreme care not to let your emotions out into the open – hugo was likely already anxious enough without having the weight of a major misunderstanding looming over his head. the momentary pause between you both must already be bothering him however, his tone frantic && clumsy as he peers up at you worriedly.

“ i asked the florist lady if she had some because it was for someone really special, && - ”

“ i don’t like it hugo. ”

you don’t have any time to register his expression as you’ve already pulled him back into your arms, but you can feel his posture stiffen as even lucas appears apprehensive from the brief glance that you manage to catch of him.

“ i love it. ”

&& in that moment when his arms gently weave about your neck in order to secure himself against you, when the tender petals of the gift brush delicately against your skin, everything is perfect. you truly adored hugo with all of your heart, && the very thought of him having to endure such unspeakable horrors to reach this point was honestly haunting – which is perhaps why your grip upon him tightens ever so slightly, cheek nestled comfortably against his chestnut brown locks whilst you can’t help but to contemplate on how the world was such a cruel place. he was just a child.

you don’t allow it intentionally – hell, you likely wouldn’t have even realized if not for the concern knitting lucas’ brow, but one of the tears that you’d been attempting to suppress manages to slowly trickle down onto your cheek. the happiness of the child in your arms however took priority over everything && anything else, so rather than putting his peace at risk even for a second, you quickly manage to brush away the bead of moisture against his hair && not a moment too soon, as his infectious smile greets you whilst he delicately places the daffodil into the safety of your lap.

“ you’re so thoughtful, thank you. ”

there’s a smile of your own in return before you purse your lips in thought for a brief moment, both lucas && hugo only being able to speculate exactly what you have in mind as the latter tilts his head to an inquisitive angle. an idle search into one of the pouches on your waist && a faint metallic clinking later, some of the contents are emptied out into his palm, the contrast of bronze && silvers twinkling beautifully in the sunlight like a regal kaleidoscope.

“ i’d like to thank the florist too, so do you think you’d be able to take this to her for me? ”

his fingers already curled around the collection of coins, hugo hesitates for a moment before reaching over to placed his balled up fist into your hand, clearly intending to return the payment as you’re now the one sporting a perplexed look.

“ she said she didn’t want any money for it, and as long as i gave it to that someone special, then that was enough payment. she also mentioned that daffodils were one of her favourites, because her husband always used to bring her some. ”

the obliviousness on the youngest de rune’s part to the true meaning behind her tale is almost endearing, && if you hadn’t have known any better, you could have swore that you caught a glimpse of lucas attempt to conceal a smirk behind his hand whilst you have to suppress a giggle yourself. surely, he’d come to come to understand in time as he grew older, as single every day that passed was a defiance against the macula, but for now, all he had to concern himself with was achieving what he’d already been deprived of for so long - living a normal && happy childhood.

“ well in that case, how about you keep it instead to buy yourself something nice? ”

there’s a brief moment of quiet whilst he studies your expression carefully, ensuring that you’re absolutely certain with the decision before he accepts the gift that you’ve just offered - && the sincerity that greets him is more than enough reason for him to deduce that that is indeed the case, that smile that practically melted your heart making a more than welcome appearance as hugo peers up at you with a newfound excitement.

“ i won’t let you down, i’m going to find the most amazing thing ever to bring home! ”

“ hugo? please try to stay in sight this time, hm? ”

lucas has likely already recognized his overwhelming eagerness to depart back into the maze of stalls in search of a souvenir, && sure enough, there’s a reassuring smile before he races off to investigate a nearby crafts stall – free to explore without any anxiety or worry. as a kid should be able to. to say that this wasn’t exactly the day that you’d planned was an understatement, but you don’t bother concerning yourself with such trivial matters for the moment, as everything is currently perfect as it is. the both of you sit in silence for a few minutes, yet it’s not at all uncomfortable, quite the opposite in fact. even if you were alongside lucas all day && neither of you exchanged a single word, you’d still feel as if you’d had the most engaging conversation, finding yourself becoming entranced by those beautiful eyes of his –

“ he really loves you, you know. ”

“ i – i’m sorry? ”

it goes without saying that the both of you understand the alternate implication of lucas’s statement, prompting that all too familiar shade to creep across the entirety of his face as he clears his throat nervously, && you too find yourself attempting to suppress a considerable blush. neither of you notice it for the time being, but there’s also the matter of the empty space between you both slowly diminishing since hugo’s departure, almost as if there’s a hidden yet powerful force at play to make you both desperately desire one another’s presence. with him, all of your concerns && worries were non-existent, or at least an obstacle that you could tackle together && emerge from upon the other side. lucas was your home, && you prayed with all of your heart && soul that he considered you the very same.

“ hugo, i mean – i’ve never seen him so frantic before. ”

repositioning yourself around to face him properly now, you can’t help but to note his unexpected shift in demeanour, his eyes having a certain solemnity about them whilst he swallows particularly hard – he spoke about hugo displaying panicked behaviour, but lucas himself, was he really shaken that severely too?

“ i was working on some texts detailing the history of the prima macula, when he came bounding in and pleaded with me to go with him as quickly as i could. naturally, imagine the fright he gave me – especially given the circumstances of what happened. ”

perhaps you were listening to him a little too intently, or it’s your head still rebelling against your prior state of unconsciousness, but whatever the case, you’ve only just come to the realization that lucas is now seated merely inches away from you, so much so, that you’re uncertain who the persistent rhythm of a pounding heart belongs to. you don’t know what to do, to say, to pour out all of your emotions && confess to him how he made you feel – except you don’t need to, because he’s already chosen to take the initiative first.

“ i – i think i understand. why he was so hysterical when he came to see me – because i know exactly what it’s like to worry about losing someone special. ”

if you didn’t have the slightest inclination of what to say before, you certainly don’t now, breath hitching in your throat && your heart threatening to practically implode. had he really just told you that? surely, the giddy sensation tugging within the pit of your stomach was indication enough in case you weren’t entirely convinced, as is the sheepish smile that lucas offers you whilst politely gesturing to your lap.

“ may i? ”

for a brief moment, you can’t help but to wonder exactly what he’s referring to, until a delicate golden shimmer provides a clue. what was it that he’d said? that daffodils were used as relief from both chronic pain && epilepsy, but that only generates more questions rather than answers. you didn’t have either of those, so perhaps he wished to study it more closely for one of his future endeavours. his fingers gently furl around the delicate blossom before scooping it up into his palm, taking extra care not to damage the fragile petals as he lifts it upwards. what was he – it’s only when his free hand lightly tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear that you realize his intention, && instinctively, you lean further into his touch whilst he gets to work on weaving the daffodil amongst your silky locks. a simple gesture but one that makes you fall in love with him all over again, as he makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the entire world. && to lucas, you were.

the way he gapes at you in total awe after he leans back to observe his handiwork speaks absolute volumes, prompting you to take the initiative this time around by reaching down to take his hand into your own whilst his other caresses your cheek so tenderly. lucas had never really been a fighter, yet you can still detect the remnants of callouses over his fingers, a silent mark of the battle to prevent hugo from succumbing to the prima macula. && even though he’d probably dismiss the notion, a mark that he was a hero. if there was the opportunity to stop time at this very moment, then it was almost certain that you would without a doubt, everything being absolutely perfect as lucas leans closer to affectionately rest his temple against your own. you can’t help but to giggle at the sensation of his own hair lightly tickling your cheek, drawing a soft chuckle from him before he gently shakes the messy strands from his eyes.

“ it really suits you. ”

there’s that damned blush again at his compliment but you don’t overly concern yourself with it this time – in fact, you actually allow your emotions a little more leeway, not even realizing that you’ve leaned your head further forward for your lips to press softly against his cheek until it’s too late. you can’t help but to melt over how adorable lucas’ reaction is, his sapphire eyes blinking in amazement before a content noise sounds from within his throat. after all of the hardships && cruelty that the world had dealt, you both needed this – the chance to face a new day, together.

“ thank you lucas. ”

the soft chorus of songbirds from high on up, the sensation of lucas’ hair as it continues to softly caress your skin && the silent yet heartfelt smile shared between you both – nothing could make this moment any more perfect, or so you believe, as the second that he opens his mouth once again, you can already sense your heart melting.

“ so, i was wondering if – if you’d like to come back to the festival later once amicia gets back, just the two of us. ”

he seems proud of himself for speaking without any significant stutters, although he’d likely already forfeited the battle against attempting to suppress the reddening colour in his cheeks. not that you minded, quite the opposite in fact.

“ or if you prefer, we could both talk a walk? i know of a trail not far from here alongside a stream, && it’s home to some of the most beautiful flowers && wild life. oh, perhaps if we ventured out at night, we could go star gazing – yes, i could show you all of the constellations! there’s practically hundreds, but aquila has to be my favourite. i – i’d love for you to see it. maybe if there’s a first quarter moon tonight, then the cosmos will be in perfect alignment, && there might actually be a chance for it to - ”

“ lucas? ”

“ yes Y/N? ”

“ you’re rambling again. ”

“ ah! m – my apologies. ”

you feel a slight pang of guilt at the sight of the mortified expression upon lucas’ face, but the manner in which he became so flustered was too adorable to pass up, && you emit a playful giggle as reassurance that you’re only teasing him. thankfully, the sound appears to do the trick because those gorgeous sapphire hues peer up at you once again, a bashful smile tugging upon the corners of his lips whilst he slowly scratches the back of his neck. truth be told, you’re overjoyed at the prospect of spending a chapter of your life alongside your very own someone special, && as his arms gently wrap around you whilst your lips linger upon his cheek once again, you both know that this is the beginning of something truly beautiful.

“ so, tell me more about this aquila. ”

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[th3-living-death]

Author introduction!!

hi there! I'm moxxie/sinn!

I currently go by she/they

I don't really mind either names!

I'm 20 and enjoy writing!

I write smut, angst, fluff and mixes of them!

I write for female, male and gender neutral body's!

And use whatever pronouns people want!

I don't really mind minors interacting. Just please be careful online!!

heres a list of fandoms I'm in and will write for and that you may request!!

Heather's (movie and musical)

Dear Evan hanson

Be more chill

Friends

Scream (mainly the first movie but I can try others!!)

Monster high

Dreamsmp (only when requested !!)

outer banks

Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

Veronica mars

Izombie

Markiplier and his egos

Jacksepticeye and his egos

Ethan Nestor and his few egos.

(more may be added!!)

Thank you for reading!! <33

[moved-lambyblurbsfics]

Introduction

Lamby

21 | they/them or anything/goes (Agender) | Autistic & ADHD

Moved to @lambyblurbsfics

Was tired of this being a side blog, so I'm moving it to be a main blog

-What I Write-

I will write anything from a small blurb of thoughts I have, to maybe even full on fanfictions

Some very much self indulgent things I'm writing.

I will write fluff, angst, smut.

I'm taking request for anything right now!

-Who I will write about-

JSchlatt (Mainly)

Markiplier (And EGOS)

Juicyfruitsnacks

Tednivison

Ethan Nestor

Baldurs Gate 3

The Umbrella Academy

Marvel/MCU

YouTubers

I'm into A LOT of different stuff, so if you have a request and you're not sure if I'm into it or not, it won't hurt to ask.

-BOUNDARIES-

-MDNI-

Minors do not interact!!

I will be posting all kinds of writing and types of stories, especially some NSFW

I will NOT write about romantized portrayals of mental health or mental illnesses. NO subjects with piss, scat, vore, etc.

If you have a problematic request/ask i will delete and ignore it.

I usually write gender neutral or AFAB, but will write other if requested, thank you in advance for respecting me and my boundaries.

[aesthetixhoe]

dating ethan nestor would include E.N

warnings: mentions of weed, ADHD episodes, mental illness, and slight sexual implications

word count: 416

pronouns used: none, but you being called princess and wifu

↝ you guys streaming and filming together and for each other's channels

↝ being each other's cameramen

↝ pulling all nighters together to edit/film

↝ c o f f e e & r e d b u l l

↝ hacking each other's social media's

↝ c u d d l e s

↝ s o m a n y k i s s e s

↝ you guys meeting through mark

↝ him teaching you gymnastics

↝ you teaching him your hobby

↝ him calling you baby, you're YouTube name, princess, wifu (like wifey, but fuu)

↝ you calling him eef, you were actually the original person to call him that, eth, crank, darling, blue boy, even with his hair not blue

↝ misspellings

↝ you bringing him food when he's sad :((

↝ singing together at 3am

↝ fucked up sleep schedules

↝ learning how to cook with each other

↝ you helping film/being in unus annus

↝ so much smiling just cause you both love each other so much

↝ so much 🥺 emojis

↝ laughing at literally nothing

↝ taking care of each other when the other is super hyper, and occasionally being extremely hyper together

↝ mark and amy being your "mom and dad"

↝ spencer being your guys' baby

↝ lots of pictures

↝ you guys cooking together and having a night in for a date

↝ playing games together all the time

↝ you reading to him because you know it upsets him sometimes

↝ him singing to you to help you fall asleep

↝ you guys recording duets

↝ you trying edibles with him

↝ him running is thumb back and forth on your thigh when you get nervous in public

↝ you both being labeled the "virgins," even though that is...very wrong

↝ interrupting him on streams accidentally

↝ stealing his clothes because they're just so comfy and smell like him

↝ being each other's lock screens

↝ throwing a party after unus annus ended, just celebrating it

↝ harry potter marathons (he's definitely a Hufflepuff, but me too :)) )

↝ promoting each other's merch and videos

[schlattsdoll]

u should totally write some headcanons for eef's kinks :)

daze this is for u

i feel like ethan wouldn’t mind being called daddy but it’s not at the top of his list either

i can’t explain it but i feel like ethan is a switch with a dom lean, so if you switched it up he wouldn’t be mad

the most degrading you’ll get out of this boy is him saying something like “awww my dumb little baby, you look so pretty on your knees for me.”

he’s not vanilla by any means but he’s a little afraid of doing anything that could hurt you

absolutely loves when you give him head, he’s just constantly spewing praise your way

he can definitely be a mean dom, but it takes either a stressful day or a lot of bratting to get him there

loves having his hair pulled

[ineveraskwhereyouare]

updatessss

hi! im back! im planning on doing some requests for fanfics and such so heres a list of all the fandoms i will write for!

- ryden

- teamiplier / crankiplier or just anything in that realm

- ETHAN NESTOR REQUESTS PLS

- throam ficlets

and honestly for right now that’s it. i’m not in a lot of fandoms at the moment. 

send requests pls!

[blood-of-fandoms]

Almost lost you

Requested by @glorious-idiot : Hi! I have a couple requests that I'll condense into 1 Can I request crankgameplays x reader for kiss prompt #11 or 73 Or for dialogue prompt "You need to be more careful" Thank you💙💙

Here you go babe, sorry it took so long! Hope you like it!

Potential trigger warning for road accidents, nothing serious at all but just though I should warn anyone who may be sensitive to it.

#11 - ‘I almost lost you’ kiss

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It was another sunny day in LA, and the gentle breeze made it the perfect day for you to go out on a bike ride around town, especially since it was one of your first full days off in a long time. Not that you didn’t love your job, of course it was amazing to be able to work with your best friends every day, but a break from being constantly on the go is always welcome in your books. You had managed to find a fairly quiet route through town, going past a dog park without coming across too many people, which only added to your feelings of contentment as you rode smoothly along on your bike with your helmet on that your mother had drilled into your head that you always have to wear “just in case”. Turns out mother really does know best.

You came to a section of the road where the bike lane disappears for a few hundred metres, forcing you to have to merge onto the main road with the cars. Normally that would be fine, and you did all the right checks before moving across. However, the woman pulling out of the side road didn’t do the right checks, assuming that the road would be clear as she was in a bit of a rush. This meant that the front of her car went right into your bike’s back wheel as you almost passed her, sending you spinning off your bike and onto the ground, skidding slightly on the rough surface of the road.

“Oh my god! Holy shit! Oh fuck!” You heard a voice yell, followed by the sound of doors slamming, which only made your head hurts even more than it did from the sudden impact.

“I’m so so sorry! Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay!” The voice said frantically, and you looked up to meet the woman’s eyes. She was very obviously distressed and freaking out even more than you were, even though you were the one who almost got hit by a car for Christ’s sake. You forced a smile and pushed yourself up into a sitting position, wincing slightly from the grazes on your elbows.

“I think I’m alright. You didn’t get me, just the back of my bike, and I had my helmet on so...” you trailed off, glancing at your body and realising that you had actually got very lucky with your injuries, as your grazed arms and legs seemed to be the extent of the damage, since neither the car nor the bike had been moving that fast.

“Are you sure? Oh my god I’m so sorry, I just didn’t see you and then it was too late!” The woman was still panicking, her phone in hand, make you aware for the first time that she had called an ambulance to come and help you.

“Hey, it’s okay, it was an accident, and I’m honestly fine, I promise.” You reassured her, attempting to calm her down, before hearing the wail of sirens getting closer and closer until the ambulance pulled up a short distance from you. The paramedics made their way over to you and brought you back to the ambulance, leaving the woman to continue her small crisis and taking you away to the nearest hospital.

———

“I have to say, (Y/N), you are very lucky indeed that the car didn’t hit you head on, otherwise we may be in a very different situation.” The doctor said as both of you stood up, heading for the door so you could go home. All their checks had come back with no serious injuries, leaving you with the advice to just be extra careful for the next few days.

“Thank you very much Doctor, I really appreciate it.” You smiled.

“Not at all, you take care of yourself now!” And with that, you were left to sign a few forms before heading outside the hospital. It was only at that moment that you realised that none of your friends had any idea what had happened to you, and that your boyfriend Ethan would probably be getting worried that you hadn’t replied to his messages. You quickly pulled out your phone and dialled the familiar number.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? Where are you?” Came a rushed response as soon as Ethan had answered his phone, which was only after two rings.

“Babe, it’s okay, I’m fine. Now, don’t freak out, but I’m at the hospital.”

“WHAT?? Holy shit what happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Oh my god are you dying?! What’s going on??”

“Hey, I told you not to freak out!” You joked, hoping to distract from the current situation, but failing miserably.

“Well it’s too late for that now! I’m getting in my car right now, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You sighed gently but smiled to yourself, taking some comfort from the fact that Ethan was on his way. About 10 minutes after the call, you saw a familiar car pull up on the other side of the car park and a very familiar face popped out, eyes darting around trying to find you.

“Ethan!” You called out, waving one arm to get his attention. As soon as he saw you he was running towards you, crossing the distance in an impressively short time. Instantly he started checking over you body for any obvious injuries, babbling on about how he got here as soon as he could and how he should’ve been with you to stop you from getting hurt. At that you gently grabbed his hands with yours, putting a stop to the frantic motion and making him look you in the eyes for the first time since arriving.

“Ethan. I’m fine. Really. And it’s not your fault, it was an accident, it could’ve happened to anyone.” It was then that you noticed the build up of tears in his eyes, tears at the thought that he could’ve lost you that day if everything had happened just a moment earlier or later. You quickly pulled him in for a hug, him clinging to you like you would disappear if he let go and you taking comfort in his presence. After a little while he pulled back, looking you in the eyes again.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again. Please.”

“I won���t. I promise.” At that he gently cupped your face with one hand, the other positioned behind your neck to pull your face up towards his as he leaned down. The two of you met in the middle in a soft but emotion-filled kiss. You arms slowly went up around his neck as he kept your body pressed against his, not caring that you were in public. His only concern was that you were safe and okay and that you weren’t going to disappear in a second. Eventually the two of you separated, but only a short distance, with Ethan pressing your foreheads together gently, the tears still visible in his eyes at such a close range.

“God, I love you so much.” The boy’s words brought a smile to your face in spite of the events of the last day. “Please don’t leave me, if something happens to you again I don’t know what I’ll do.” A few of the tears made their way silently down his face as his eyes roamed your face, taking in every detail. You pulled your boyfriend into another hug, this one less desperate than the last, but the emotion was still there.

“I love you too. And I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

[complcatedfreak]

so good

in which ethan sings a song, and y/n wants to host a cook out soon.

“ready?” ethan asked you, after he got himself situated in his chair. it was slightly more the left than usual, as you were occupying the space to the right.

“more than ever,” you smiled up at your boyfriend, ready to do your first livestream with him. it had been something you and ethan had been debating for awhile. your relationship wasn’t private, per say. but it wasn’t necessarily incredibly public, either. you two had also been back and forth (in an non-argumentative way) about what the stream should be. you really did not want to embarrass yourself by playing video games, so that was 100% out of the question. it took awhile for ethan to agree to doing a ukulele stream, but he caved eventually. 

“hi guys!” ethan waved to the camera, and you gave a shy little wave, “i’m here with y/n, my girlfriend!” you smiled at his use of the ‘g’ word.

“hey!’ you smiled sheepishly and moved slightly closer to the camera (and, consequently, ethan).

“she was too scared to play pubg with me—”“hey!” you interrupted, rolling your eyes.“—so, we’re going to sing some songs!”

“sing is a heavy word, maybe try to use speak, or attempt to sing instead.” ethan laughed at your sarcasm, and continued to interact with the chat a bit more. he began to ask what songs he should play.

“someone said sweet caroline!” you called, getting excited at the suggestion. 

“ah, the classic cook-out song. i like it.” he smiled and began to google the chords. he began to strum the beginning, and when the time came, both of you began to sing. your voice wasn’t the best, but you could carry a tune.occasionally the two of you would make eye contact, which resulted in big smiles on both of your faces. you smiled at him, and stopped singing. 

with loving eyes, you stared at him while he strum and sang.

“reaching out, touching me, touching you! sweet caroline, bop bop bop, good times never seemed so good so good! so good! so good! i’d be inclined, bop bop bop, to believe they never would but now i’m... look at the night it doesn’t seem so,” 

he laughed before turning to the computer to look at the chat, “everybody better be doing it on time, on the stream,” he spoke through laughs, “’cause it is like a 40 second delay for me, but, uh, hold on, wait, okay, second verse let’s go!” 

he turned to check up on you, who was still sitting and watching in awe. he smiled before turning back to look at the chords.

“look at the night and it don’t seem so lonely we’ll fill it up with only two when i—oops! hurting runs off my shoulder how can i hurt when i’m holding you? one, touching one, reaching out, touching me, touching you! sweet caroline, bop bop bop, good times never seemed so good so good! so good! i am inclined, bop bop bop!”

“y/n, was the chat in time?” you smiled brightly at his question, and nodded yes. “so were my dance moves.”

“sure y/n/n, sure.” you both laughed before turning back to the chat. everyone was spamming about the nickname he’d called you.

“hey, eth?”

“yeah, bub,” he spoke, forgetting he was on camera for a minute.

“we should have a cook out sometime.”

a/n: inspired by this video

[ohimaginethat]

Happy America Day (Ethan x Reader)

I don’t know what this is going to become or what to call it, but after seeing Ethan’s outfit for today, I couldn’t resist. Enjoy, and happy Fourth of July everyone (well, to Americans, I guess; if you’re not from the U.S., comment---or whatever it is you do on Tumblr---where you’re from)

“Remind me again why we’re wearing this again?”

“Because, Y/N,” Ethan sighs, “I need to show off my patriotism to the rest of the world!”

“Fine, then: Why am I wearing this?” You look down at your American Flag-themed apparel and shake your head.

“I don’t want to look stupid by myself,” he states matter-of-factly (A/N: Is this even a real phrase? Who knows. Who cares. I’m gonna use it anyway.).

“So you’re aware of how ridiculous we look?”

“Very.”

“And we’re still wearing it?”

“Absolutely! Now, are you going to take this picture or not?” he giggles, pushing his red, white, and blue sun glasses off the top of his and onto his nose.

You’d completely forgotten about your initial mission until he mentioned it.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You then proceed to take multiple pictures before handing his phone back to him.

“Well?”

“Well?” you mimic.

“You ready to go?”

“Do I have to?”

“I’m going to take take that as a yes.” Ethan grabs your hand and pulls you toward the door of the apartment.

“But I don’t like people...”

He ignores you and continues on, still dragging you behind him.

                                                     ****

You feel a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders from behind you. “How’re you holding up, Y/N?” Ethan whispers into your ear, sounding only slightly less sober than he did a couple hours ago.

You shrug. Not much had really happened. You got to watch Ethan play with Mark (a dog, not Mark, Mark), and hear the other Mark (now Mark, Mark) and Tyler sing a drunken rendition of Firework by Katy Perry...

“That boring, huh?”

“It’s not that I'm bored, I'm just...” you trail off, unsure of how to elaborate what you were thinking.

“Tired, hungry, uncomfortable, pregnant?” He then gasps dramatically. “Y/N! How could you not tell me you’re pregnant?! Preggers?! Pregananant?! I thought I could trust you...”

You roll your eyes at him as he throws a hand over his forehead and pretends to pass out. “Get up, dork. The fireworks are about to start.”

He sighs and stands up, only to sit back down... Right on top of you. “Ethan, get off! You’re crushing me!”

“Are you calling me fat?” he chuckles.

“Yes, I am, now get off!” Your boyfriend finally obliges and moves to his own chair---not before moving it closer to yours first, of course---and leaning in for a kiss. 

When you pull away from each other, he smiles and simply says, “Those fireworks were great, weren’t they? I mean, pretty short, but definitely the best I’ve ever seen.”

For the millionth time that night, you roll your eyes at him. “Shut up...”

As the real fireworks began, just a few minutes later, you lay your head on his shoulder, wishing this moment could last forever and to you, and all of the people you loved surrounding you, it did.

[smollathanaboog]

My hands were extremely shaky because I was having a strOke but yeah I got a video of me asking my question. @markiplier @crankgameplays

[sardonic-the-writer]

━"Guest Appearance"

━Tw: None

━Notes: A very cute idea I had reminiscing about the time Unus Annus did a wax video with Sean

━Song: "Twin Sized Matress" By The Front Bottoms

Ethan and Mark were staring to regret their choice in friends.

Or at least the kind of ideas they came up for this goddamn channels videos.

It was fucking loud. I mean, honestly what did they expect when offering two of the goofiest people they knew to fly out for a video and shutting them in a room with a camera. There wasn’t going to be a bit of content without yelling after all. Especially when it came down to the four idiots playing around right now with how tightly knit they were.

Maybe it was the full on wax war that wasn’t predicted.

The rapidly cooling substance was flinging nearly everywhere, clinging to the surface of the walls like sticky soda and some even being propelled on the ceiling fan above (which in turn splattered it every which way like a modern age art project).

Paintbrushes with cream colored bristles—that had previously been used for spreading wax across bare skin—were now being dipped in the milky white substance. Before the wax could harden completely it was launched at a respective person, who got a face full of it to enjoy.

Honestly (Y/n) was having the time of their fucking life.

They didn’t give a shit whether or not the camera couldn’t even see them properly right now. All they were focused on was ducking up and down between the protection of a scrappy desk, trying their best not to get smacked in the mouth with the slimy wax as they fired their own ammo at Sean.

Ethan was on the other side of them, the team of two having mischievously grabbed half a bucket of hot wax halfway through the scheduled video and attacking the other people in the room.

The war had only been officially waged after Mark had grabbed a handful from his own bucket without a second thought, nailing Ethan directly in the scalp with it as a ‘thank you’ gift.

”Surrender losers!” A girlish squeal came from Ethan as he narrowly avoided another fire ball of wax, sticking his tongue out at Mark. His brown hair was plastered to the front of his forehead with a mix of sweat and wax, mimicking the look of everyone else. He had even almost knocked their cover over as he squatted down.

”Nhever!” Determination poked its head through Sean’s thick Irish accent. (Y/n) paused to clutch at their rib cage in a fit of laughter as they witnessed the man stand up and pose like a superhero, only to slip on a puddle of wax and land straight on his ass.

”Oh ye think tha’s funny (Y/n)?” He said quickly getting back up and making devilish eye contact. They let out a sudden yell as Sean grew closer and fully left the protection of his pathetic looking plastic table, formerly having hid behind it with Marks bulky figure.

They attempted to scramble up and out of the room, a complete disregard for the camera recording all of this as this point. All that they were worried about right now was escaping the ghoulish grin and bucket of wax coming their way.

”Wait no please!”

Their pleas were met with a tirade of evil laughter, managing to just barely close their eyes before warm wax slid down every available surface of their face.

Even Ethan and Mark had stopped in their ferocious battle to watch the buckets contents get emptied onto their head. Now instead of (Y/n) rolling on the ground belly laughing it was them, completely ignoring the mess sticking to their clothes like wallpaper in exchange for playfully howling at the fellow content creator.

”You guys fucking suck!” They spat, already feeling their face start to freeze up with the wax. While their words might be venomous their tone was not, breaking up with an amused wheeze halfway through.

“I’m telling Amy and Gab that you three were pushing me around!”

”Oooooh I’m so scared of Sean and Marks girlfriends!”

”Dont think I forgot about you either Mr. Crankgameplays. You act like I won’t go get your mother on the phone right this second.”

The other boys made oohing sounds at Ethan like a fifth grader who just watched their classmate get in trouble. He simply blew a raspberry at them in response.

It was only then that Sean backed up slightly, bumping into the forgotten camera and startling himself

(Y/n) laughed as much as they could with a temporarily paralyzed face, watching as the boys discussed jokingly in front of the camera if attacking each other with discolored crayon wax was enough content to satiate their gremlin viewers. Spoiler alert: They determined it was.

”Not exactly the normal content of Unus Annus. But then again we wouldn’t have invited you and Sean if we had wanted that. Congrats on being the first and last special guest to hijack our original plan for a video.” Mark grinned with teeth, now holding an arm out so (Y/n) could help themself up. They took it with as much of a smile they could manage, attempting to mumble a jovial ‘thank you dumbass’ back at him.

”Mark wipe their face off I can’t understand jack shit coming out of their mouth.”

”Awhh bu’ I was enjoyin ta silence.”

(Y/n) simply made a slitting gesture across their throat at Sean, cussing him out with their eyes. The motion just received more snickers.

“You know what? Sure. Let’s get Chica in here to wipe that wax off their face.” Mark rubbed his hand together in a comically evil motion. “Or should I say lick it off?”

Their eyes widened as they chased after the laughing boys, yelling from the back of their throat desperately with a smile.

Totally worth the trip.