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🍄 hello everyone! 🍄

i hope everyone’s holding up well atm. i know it’s a bit hard to stay calm, but besides that i hope everyone is healthy and safe in their quarantine situations.

i know that, for me, reading has been a great way to keep myself entertained. and i’m sure a lot of you feel the same way! i’m trying my best to write requests regardless of my situation.

so, i was wondering if anyone really minded if i wrote some old requests as drabbles? this way i could clear requests a LOT quicker. the only trade in would be shorter works, but i’m a firm believer in quality over quantity, eh? i can assure everyone that shorter works will be the best atm. please give me feedback and comments!! i miss y’all.

~ebb

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@imaginingteamiplier: im gonna post an imagine soon!

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I guess this is pretty accurate, and surprisingly so is the last part. I got my mama’s temper. Thanks for tagging me love. I tag: @yancy-trash @spookyold-saintjm @imaginingteamiplier @wilfords-pink-afro @iwouldfuckdarkiplier @keepupfuckboys and anyone else who wants to do this

I was tagged by @threeminutesoflife and @sagechanoafterdark to do the Urban Dictionary Game.

I'm tagging @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @jtargaryen18 @saiyanprincessswanie @honeyhan-123 @caffeinated--writer @atthediscowithoutpanic @rubberbucky

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What Is Up? (Crankgameplays)

Before I say anything else, if you enjoy this, please go follow @imaginingteamiplier because I only write for teamiplier over there. Please and thank you. ENJOY

Hey! So, I really adore Markiplier and Crankgameplays. This idea popped into my head while I was watching their videos today so please forgive the terrible quality and any other cringe-worthy anything.

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You had just flown to visit your brother, Mark, in LA. You hadn’t seen him since you’d moved out of the country to go to college. The flight had been long, boring and, in complete honesty, quite nerve-racking. Now you were happy to have your feet back on solid ground. You’d rented a car and driven to Mark’s. You made sure you looked presentable and knocked on the door. The person who opened it wasn’t someone you knew personally but you’d seen him many times in your brother’s videos.

“Hi.” He said, as if he’d said it once before. Maybe he had.You felt a heat rising into your cheeks at the thought.

“Hi. Is Mark here?” You asked. Ethan looked a bit nervous, probably thinking you to be some crazed fan. You bit your lip a little nervously. “Don’t worry, I’m just a normal girl. Mark’s my brother.“ You explained. You didn’t really have proof, you hadn’t thought of anyone who didn’t know you opening Mark’s door. Luckily, before Ethan had to make a choice, a familiar face appeared.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” Mark asked, is voice a blend of confusion and excitement. He quickly pulled you into a hug. You laughed a bit but did the same.

“Summer vacation! I thought I’d come to see my big brother!” You replied.Mark ushered you inside. In an instant, you gave all of your attention to Chica, petting and playing with the dog.

“Hey, Ethan, this is (Y/N).” Even though Mark was sure you knew who Ethan was, he introduced him to you as well. You smiled charmingly, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you. Even though I’m sure Mark doesn’t talk about me much.” You say, sitting down across from where the guys had seated themselves.

You spend the next hour and a half telling Mark about your roommates and your college experiments. Ethan seemed rather intrigued, eyes locked on you with a half smile on his lips as you told of how your roommate was always bringing a new person home for the night and how you’d taken to staying with another friend to avoid the awkwardness that came with your own room.

Another while passed and Mark told you about everything that had happened since you’d last seen each other. You flicked your gaze towards the blue haired boy sitting near your brother and felt a small jolt in your stomach as your eyes met his.

You brushed off the feeling but it continued over the next few days. You and Mark had gone out, you had convinced him to spend the day with you instead of stressing over videos and everything else for the whole day.

“So, what’s going on between you and Ethan?” He asked as you ate your ice cream in a small, nearly empty park. You lifted an eyebrow, not completely sure what he meant by that. “Don’t give me that. There’s something going on.”

“Okay, maybe he’s a little cute.” You state, though your cheeks gave away just how cute you really thought he was.

“I knew you liked him! He won’t turn you down. Nobody could turn us down. We’re beautiful.” Mark teased. You rolled your eyes.

“It’s in our genes.” You joke along, casually bumping his arm so his ice cream hit the tip of his nose. He scoffed and wiped it off.

“You know, I might be super busy tonight. Maybe I’ll have to ask Ethan to keep you company while I work.” You gave Mark a cold glare.

“You wouldn’t...” You knew where this was going. Mark had finally approved of someone in your life and now he wasn’t going to let it go.

“Oh, I would.”

“Mark Edward Fischbach, no playing matchmaker for me. I’m all grown up. I can do it myself.” You argued, just like you had when you were younger.

“You can but you won’t. I have no other choice.”

When that night rolled around, Mark had locked himself away to edit his upcoming videos and left you with Ethan. You’d be lying if you said you minded. Even after the awkward first meeting, the two of you had quickly become close.

The two of you were sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, Harry Potter playing on the TV.

“Sorry about Mark making you hang out with me.” You apologized softly, reaching into the popcorn bowl between the two of you. You saw Ethan shrug a little.

“It’s fine. I really don’t mind.” He insisted. “You’re really cool.” You looked over and there was a moment when everything seemed distant. Then you were kissing him. You weren’t sure how it happened or how you were meant to react. Then it was over.

“Sorry. I don’t really know why I did that.” You looked down at anything but Ethan. You were beet red and beyond embarrassed.

“Don’t be.” Ethan tilted your chin up and smiled before quickly pressing his lips to yours again. “I don’t mind.”

You shifted to curl into his side, both of you shifting your focus back to the Golden Trio and their adventures, returning to an oddly comfortable quiet.

Maybe Mark was right. You liked him

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So, that was actually awesome to write. I love these two so so much and they deserve all the joy and happiness in the world. It was a little hard to write Ethan and Mark since I’d never written them before but hopefully it’s good. Thank you so much for reading and requests are always open! -Cass

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Could you maybe give a shoutout to imaginingteamiplier for me? A friend of mine started it and she's really struggling with exposure. I really love your bloggo!

Of course I can! Haven’t really done a shout out before but sure.

Shout out to @imaginingteamiplier   Go follow her now!

I actually read some of her posts and they’re actually really good!

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Thanks @ellaisbutteredtoast for tagging me!

nicknames: car, cc, carlos, carebear

gender: female

star sign: libra

height: 5'3.5

time: 10:37 pm

birthday: October 21

favorite bands: p!atd, tøp, nsp, sleeping at last, but I listen to OBC albums more often

favorite solo artists: carry hatchet, dodie clark, emmanoodle

song stuck in my head: rewrite the stars by zendaya and Zac efron

last movie I watched: pitch perfect but I went to the theater to see The Greatest Showman

when I created this blog: 2.5 years ago but I just started using it again last summer

what I post: everything but mostly reblogs

last thing I googled: Blu Ray players

do I have other blogs: yeah. I write on @imaginingteamiplier @imaginesforlotsofthings and I have @broadwayimagination5 but there’s nothing on it.

do I get asks: yeah. Mostly from @ellaisbutteredtoast ❤

why did I choose this url: I obsess over everything I like, and 5 is my lucky number.

following: 1493 (like I said, obsessed)

followers: 158

average hours of sleep: about 7

luck number: 5

how many blankets do I sleep with: usually 3

dream job: I wanna be a musical actor, but realistically idk

dream trip: I’d like to go to NY or maybe Canada or Ireland

favorite food: buttered pasta

nationality: american

favorite song: it changes a lot but right now probably rewrite the stars or a million dreams. Both from the greatest showman

Tagging: @open-void @sanity-is-overratedxp

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T-Shirt (Tyler Scheid)

Title: T-Shirt

Word Count: 925

Requested By @mehmulaney: can u make one where the reader and tyler wake up the morning after a party and tyler forgets reader is wearing his shirt and almost cries cos its a sight to behold

Summary: After something of a wild night, Tyler realizes that he should share his clothes more often

Written By: Cass

Warnings: This hints at some steamy stuff, alcohol mentions

You weren't the partying type. You never had been. But all of your friends were going and you couldn't really say no. So you had made yourself look positively irresistible. Of course, it wasn't for anyone else, just a bit of a confidence boost. The party was more than you were usually interested in. Games of beer pong were played and you mostly sat around and chatted, drinking with your friends.

The fun came in when you found yourself tipsy in the arms of your boyfriend Tyler. Tyler wasn't much of a drinker so he'd offered to take on for the team and be the designated driver. He held you tight to his chest from behind as you talked loudly and giggled with your friends. You would be lying if you said that night was clear in your head. Most of it was just a haze. And maybe that was just because you had forgotten about your low alcohol tolerance.

The party didn't end until half past 2 in the morning. Tyler herded you and the rest of your group into his car and dropped everyone off before taking you back to his place. You weren't feeling all that well and he wasn't going to let you get sick and not have anyone around to help. So he helped you into his home and sat you on the couch. You were a flirty drunk. He managed to urge you into drinking a bottle of water. Soon enough, you began to sober up. You apologized profusely for the night. He shook his head and promised that it was alright. He was always there for you.

You spent a while curled up against him before things started moving in a different direction. Light kisses and giggles turned into gentle nibbles and drawn out make outs. Soon, the two of you were in his room allowing things to go wherever they pleased.

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The light streamed past the curtains and forced Tyler awake slowly. He blinked and went to move his arm to rub at his eyes. A weight on it stopped him from doing so. He turned his head with a groggy groan, but a smile lifted onto hi lips as he saw you. You looked peaceful, eyes closed with your arm wrapped around his bare torso. You looked absolutely angelic and it simply reminded him of even more reasons he was completely in love with you. He didn't want to have to wake you up. He didn't even care that his arm was falling asleep.

You finally stirred awake, rubbing at your eyes and groaning softly. Mornings weren't your favorite thing and your head hurt a little bit. But you were with Tyler so that's all that mattered. You took a moment to try and wet your tongue.

"How long have you been awake?" You asked him softly. He shrugged a little bit in response. He had that smile that you loved on his face, looking completely content to stay there and hold you forever. "We should get up. I'm hungry." You say before snuggling closer and burying your face in his neck.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked you. You hummed in thought and he ran his hands gently over your arm.

"Pancakes." You decided. Tyler nodded and nudged you, urging you to let him up so he could begin to make your breakfast for you. You whined and shook your head.

"Baby, I have to get up to make your food." He told you. You were reluctant, but you rolled over and pulled the blankets tighter around you to keep the rest of your warmth. Tyler kissed your forehead and rolled out of bed. He stretched, and you watched with a content smile.

"I wouldn't be mad if you never put a shirt back on." You teased him lightly. He laughed.

"Are you objectifying me?" He asked with a bright grin. You giggled and nodded a tiny bit before sinking into the comfort of his bed. With that, he slipped out to the kitchen to get started on some sort of breakfast.

It was about five minutes later when you finally dragged yourself out of bed and went to join him. You shuffled out, dressed only in the shirt you'd stolen from your boyfriend. You smile as you watch him work on the pancakes you'd suggested. You just stood there, leaning against the doorway and watching. He was truly incredible. Not just physically, but he had a heart of gold. He'd taken care of you last night and now he was making you breakfast without a second thought.

"Holy shit," Tyler breathed out, a smile rising onto his face. You tilt your head curiously.

"What?"

"You look so incredible in my shirt." He admitted. You laugh a little bit and walk over, wrapping your arms around him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours gently. "Oh my god. I can't believe you're standing right here in my shirt and looking better than I ever have in it." He rambles. It's easy to tell just by looking him in the eye that he has never seen someone so perfect before, never been so in love with someone.

"Tyler, you're gonna make me blush." You complain.

"Good, you're cute when you blush. Hell, you're always cute."

"And your pancakes are burning." You tease with a grin.

"I'm not sure I even care." He leaned down, pulling you into another sweet kiss. "But I don't want to burn down the place."

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Just Like That (Tyler Scheid)

Title: Just Like That

Word Count: 930

Requested by Anon: henlo! Can you do a Tyler x reader where the reader is marks neighbor/best friend and has appeared in a few of his videos and the fans love her? So one time during a charity livestream the team decides to invited her over, and she comes and her and Tyler act low key like a couple (they’re secretly dating- the team knows but the internet doesn’t) and everyone in the chat/tumblr/twitter/etc. totally notice? and from there you can decide what happens ^-^

Summary: Tyler loves his girlfriend, and she loves him. But the internet doesn’t know. So how does one charity livestream influence their big secret?

Written By: Cass

A/N: They are definitely not low key because I’m dramatic and don’t know how to be chill. But also, Fem!Reader as sort of requested, if you’d like me to remake this with a male or gender neutral reader, let me know!

Privacy was something that you really appreciated, and even though Mark loved having you in his videos, he always respected that. You lived right next door, and Mark had quickly become you best friend after you met him. So naturally you were in a few of his videos. His fans seemed to really like you. It was because of those videos that you met Tyler.

Tyler Scheid had become one of your favorite parts of every day. He'd gone from friend, to best friend, to boyfriend, and the two of you couldn't be happier He was sweet, considerate, funny, all together perfect for you. Of course, the two of you told Mark, Ethan, Amy, Kat, and a number of other loved ones. But the relationship was yours, something usually kept just between the two of you. Neither of you saw any reason to make it anyone else's business. Thus, the viewers didn't know. 

It had been four months since the two of you had started dating. You were curled up in your bed with the charity livestream playing. You had been invited, they always invited you and you always kindly turned down the offer. You were perfectly content watching the stream from behind your screen. The fans really took to you, and you all knew this, but it came as a surprise when someone asked if you'd be in any upcoming videos.

"Um,' Mark chuckled and looked towards Tyler. :We don't know. We're thinking about inviting her to come and record soon." Amy added to the end of his statement by reading a comment that requested you join the stream. Mark laughed and told everyone that he had called you earlier and you had said no. As a sort of response, Tyler texted and begged for you to come join. You were reluctant, but you agreed. How could you say no to him, after all? This made Mark whine and pout a little.

It was a few minutes later when you finally arrived. They all greeted you excitedly when you walked inside. You said hello to your friends and pulled up a seat behind the couch where Amy and Kat were sitting. In front of them were Mark and Ethan respectively, Tyler on the far side of the couch. You sat behind him and watched as the boys took their turns playing a game you didn't recognize. As if it was the only natural thing to do, your fingers ran through his hair lightly, playing with what grew just at the base of his skull.

Tyler took his turn, taking the controller and starting his round. He wasn't good at the game, that much was clear to you. You teased him relentlessly with the others though you surely knew even less about it than he seemed to. Once he was finished, he grinned, an idea forming in his head.

"I think (Y/N) should play." Your eyes widened at the idea and you simply shook your head.However, your protests were useless as everyone agreed and shifted so you could play. Ethan stole your seat and you moved to sit front and center between Mark and Tyler. 

"I don't even know how to play." You complain. You take the controller from your boyfriend and send him a playful glare. He responds by flashing you a wink. Mark fills the moment, reading tweets from fans that he found under the ridiculous tag that had somehow come to be. Ty pressed close, his hands falling over yours to show you the controls. Once you had gotten the hand of it, he pulled his hands away, but you stayed pressed close, content to feel his body heat mingling with your own.

Eventually you swapped out with Ethan (but only once you were sure that you had thoroughly showed up Tyler). You leaned forward from your seat behind the couch, your arms resting around Tyler's shoulders so you could lean against him. By then, people had begun to notice the way the two of you were acting. You'd reach up to touch his hair, or lean into him. He'd rest his hand against your arm to keep contact, speak up when the groups jokes about you got harsh. Something was going on between you two and it had become crystal clear.

That's when the two of you began to notice the reactions. Comments stating that the two of you were cute together, tweets tagged not only with the stream tag but with a ship name now. Anything and everything. Everyone wanted to be a part of the secret.

You leaned forward between Mark and Tyler, asking if it was something they thought was ready to be addressed. That smile that made you completely weak grew on your boyfriend's face.

"You guys really wanna know if (Y/N) and Tyler are a couple." Mark remarked with a chuckle. "I guess we should ask then." The extremely overdramatic way of asking made you blush. You hid your face in Tyler's neck and bit back a laugh. His hand came up to toy with your hair gently.

"They're waiting." Ethan teased with a giggle. Tyler laughed and leaned his head against yours for a split second before answering.

"She's been my girlfriend for four months now." Tyler confessed. And just like that, notifications flooded in. You were surprised to feel as though a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You were happy to finally be able to show your affection on camera. Just like that, everything changed, and just like that, everything stayed the same.

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Being A Singer And Dating Ethan Would Include...

Requested By Anon: Hi! Can I get headcanons for if Ethan was dating a singer (not one that's ultra famous or anything, just kinda like as a hobby lol. Sorry if its too specific) thanks!

Written By: Cass

He's a soft boi and would just be all smiles and soft eyes when you sing around him

You'd probably get a youtube channel courtesy of Ethan

He likes to sing with you but he's really insecure because he doesn't think he's good at singing at all, but he thinks you're the best singer to ever exist

He definitely sneaks little videos of you singing and he'll post them on his social medias

If he ever couldn't sleep at night, he'd ask you to sing for him and it always puts him right to sleep (especially if you play with his hair while you do it)

This boy loves to brag about you in general, but if you give him something like that to tell everyone he comes in contact with about, he's sure as hell going to do it.

"Hey babe?" "Yes, Ethan? "Can you sing more?"

Just a sweet boy and he would appreciate you so much for singing

He asks you to try and help him get better even if you don't know how

If you get insecure about your singing it upsets him a little because he thinks you have the best voice he's ever heard. So he does everything he can to make you believe it too.

Once he starts making videos of him singing, he'd ask you to join him (and the fans go wild for it)

Sometimes he’d try to play ukulele for you while you sing because he wants to be that couple

Honestly you two just bond over music so much and it’s so sweet and pure and he loves that you sing

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You Don’t Know Me (4)

Highschool!Ethan Nestor x Reader

Word Count: 1,255

Written By: Cass

Summary: The first tutoring session comes around and it goes shockingly well

Warnings: Language (very slight), Ethan’s a prick (but just a tiny bit and only in his head)

Part 3 | Masterlist

The ring of the bell was typically something that brought a wave of relief to students all throughout the school, but that day it was your worst enemy. You took your time, carefully putting your things in order and slipping them into your bag. You walked out of the classroom, your eyes locked on your phone as your feet carried you down the familiar halls towards the library.

The crowded high school halls were probably your least favorite part of school. It was loud, everyone was bumping shoulders, and some students simply couldn't figure out how to walk on the correct side of the hallway. You heard your name over the crowd and peeked around for who had called out to you.

Ethan nudged through the crowd, calling out to you again until he could finally get to you. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled.

"(Y/N), hey, you said you'd walk me to the library." Ethan reminded you with that irksome smile. You rolled your eyes, thinking back to that morning. You nodded a little, but kept walking, expecting him to keep up with you. And he did, keeping close enough that your shoulders bumped anytime that one of you was jostled.

Neither of you spoke anymore until you'd escaped the crowd and made it into the safety of the library. It was so much quieter inside than it had been in the hallway. Mr McCarthy looked up and smiled at you.

"Hey Mr M." You greeted with a bright smile. "How was your day?" You pause in front of his desk and Ethan follows your lead, though he looks a bit uncomfortable. 

"Not too bad, Thanks for asking. Finally found someone to tutor?" He nodded towards Ethan. You nodded yes in response before mouthing the word help. This made the man laugh and shake his head. You headed back to the few chairs hidden behind a large bookshelf of mystery books. Ethan followed like a lost puppy, looking around as if he'd never been so deep in the library before.

"Hey," Selorm looked up from her book, some romance probably, and put on her normal charming smile. You put your things down.

"Hey, Sel." You replied, already digging through your things. You pull out a simple blue folder with all of your tutoring plans in it. "Ethan, this is Selorm. Selorm, Ethan Nestor." You introduced as a quick side note. Selorm gives you a smirk only to receive a pointed glare from you. You heard Jordan's voice as he entered and greeted Mr McCarthy just as you had. He stopped when he reached your little nook, looking at the boy that stood with you. He nudged past and took a seat.

"Hey, ladies." He spoke up and looked over at Ethan. "Nestor." He left that as his greeting. Ethan gave an awkward wave.

"Shouldn't we be doing math or something?" Ethan pulled the strap of his bag higher onto his shoulder and you reluctantly nodded. You led Ethan towards a small square table in the corner. He sat down in one of the creaky chairs and you took the one to his left, shifting it so you were sitting more at the corner and less at the side. You laid out your notebook and folder. Upon flipping it open, you pulled out the schedule you'd made and the materials you needed to cover with him so he'd pass his classes.

"What is all this?" You were drawn out of your careful organizing by Ethan's voice. You turned to look up at him.

"All this is your tutoring plan." You explained. Being around him in your element, on your terms, definitely made you more comfortable. "These are the classes you need to get your grades up in," You explained, pointing to the classes on the page. Then you showed him the specific things he seemed to be struggling with. That he needed to write a couple of essays, work on polynomials and functions. The more you went on, the less he seemed to understand.

"Are you crazy? There's no way we can get through this by exams." He whined. You sent him a sharp look, silently daring him to test your skill.

"Are you even listening to me? The more we get done, the easier it'll be. The only reason you're struggling in math is because you fell behind here," You jabbed your finger into the paper at the beginning of your math lesson plans, "and it threw you off for everything afterwards. And you just need to write a couple essays, those are easy peasy."

Ethan chuckled at the way you worded it and you shrunk into your seat a little.

"But we still have to get it all done in a month and a half." He complained. You grinned and tapped the next paper you'd laid out.

"Schedule. We meet three times a week after school. The two weeks before exams, you join my study group." You told him, running him through the plans you had made You knew it wasn't entirely fair to be making his schedule, but he was right; there was a lot of work to get done. He started to protest, but it was as if something inside of him clicked. His education really mattered to him, and he'd be damned if he was going to let you get through this whole thing without falling for him.

"Alright, so I'm gonna give you a list of assignments that you need from your teachers. I need you to get them by our session day after tomorrow, yeah?" You dug through the papers until you found one with 'Brit Lit' scrawled at the top, and another with 'Algebra 2' on it. You passed those to him. He nodded and you glanced at your phone. An hour had already passed and you cleared you throat.

"You can go now. I'll see you on Thursday, same time." You said. You didn't wait for a reply, just stood up and gathered your things. You left a couple of papers for him, carefully tucking the rest into your bag. You started to leave, to head back to your friends and beg them to take you home. You were stopped by a hand resting your arm. Ethan's hand.

"Thanks (Y/N). You don't know how much I need this. He flashed a smile, no, a grin, at you. You nodded and mumbled a response that he couldn't even hear. Your head stayed down to hide the blush that crept into your cheeks at his touch.

This was something new.

You returned to your friends who had clearly been waiting to see how it went. You flopped into the free chair beside Jordan and groaned.

"That bad?" Sel asked with a small giggle. You looked over at her.

"That's what's so strange about it. He listened to me, didn't complain about the schedule. He even thanked me." You rambled quietly, almost as if you were trying to prove to yourself that he really was being nice to you, the he really saw you as a human being and not some play thing.

"Sounds like he's not so awful after all." Selorm stated, looking down at her perfectly manicured hands. You wanted to throw something at her, but all you had were the contents of you bag and you couldn't risk their safety like that.

"Yeah right." You argued. But maybe she was right. And maybe that's exactly what was bothering you so much.

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You Don’t Know Me (1)

Highschool!Ethan Nestor x Reader

Word Count: 1,155

Written By: Cass

Summary: It’s hard to ignore Ethan when you have to tutor him

Warnings: Probably nothing? Language maybe? Ethan’s lowkey a fuckboy

Westwood High, your wonderful town's local highschool. It wasn't a bad school, it was big enough, with a gym, a pool, two fields. Not that those were your sort of thing. You stuck to your library, your invisibility.

Like every highschool, yours had a hierarchy. You were, admittedly, at the bottom. At the top, the ultimate group. Mark, Tyler, and Ethan. Mark Fischbach is the king bee, nobody messes with him and nobody dare try and dethrone him. He's like one big cliche, stunning, charming, and adored by all. The class clown. He has a girlfriend too, the perfect girl at that; Amy Nelson. She doesn't exactly run in the same circles as Mark, she's quiet and kind. The school's power couple.

Then, Tyler Scheid, Mark's right hand man. They've been best friends since elementary school. He's calm and collected, the mysterious type. Everyone says that he balances Mark out, eases his wild nature and keeps him under control. He's an athlete, star of the football and swim team. Him and Mark are both seniors.

Finally, Ethan Nestor. He's younger than his friends, a junior. He's the one to carry on the legacy, groom a group of underclassmen to do the same after him. He's obnoxious and undeniably irritating. He flirts with everyone and gets anything he wants whenever he wants it. Meanwhile, people like you, regular people, have to work for what they want.

You sat in class, third seat back and farthest away from the door. In the back corner sat the infamous trio, plus two. Mark sat beside Amy, her best friend Kathryn on the other side of her. Ethan and Tyler the row ahead, both twisted back to talk instead of paying attention to Mrs. Mell. She didn't even seem to care.

You could hear the boys goofing off even from all the way across the room. You picked up your phone and opened the group chat shared between you and your friends. It was nothing new for you to vent about them during class. You loved school, and you couldn't bring yourself to understand people with a complete disregard for not only their own educations but other people's as well.

"(Y/N)." your eyes snapped up and you locked your phone. "If you could please stay after for a moment." Mrs. Mell spoke with a smile. She was a middle aged woman, her blonde hair chopped short and rectangular glasses resting on the bridge of her nose.

"Yes ma'am." You replied obediently. You heard a couple of snickers and you quickly turned to look at Mark and his friends. To your surprise, it didn't seem to be from them. You shook your head a bit. The bell rang out, the three chimes dismissing the rowdy students for the day. Everyone hurried to leave, the room erupting into chaos, but you took your time to put things away. Soon, the room had cleared out save for you, Mrs. Mell, and Ethan Nestor.

"You asked to see me, Mrs. Mell?" You asked, sparing Ethan a side glance. He had a smirk on his lips. For some reason, that only pissed you off. He always looked so smug and you didn't understand it. Surely he was trying to bite back some snarky remark.

"I heard that you were offering tutoring sessions," your teacher began, looking at the papers she was organizing on her desk. You perked up, happy to help until the pieces clicked together in your mind. "Mr. Nestor's parents have requested the best tutor we have to offer. I thought you'd be the best one for the job." You felt a swell of pride, and maybe that's why you accepted the job. Or maybe it was simply out of spite, because if you had to spend time with Ethan then he had to spend time with you. If it wasn't pleasant for you, then it likely wasn't for him either. But no matter the reason, you accepted the offer.

With that, the two of you walked into the hall. Outside, his friends were waiting for him, messing around and being a general nuisance. Ethan started to walk away with them, but you lingered for a second.

"Ethan, hang on!" You called to him, walking to catch up. You offered a scrap of paper with your phone number scribbled onto it. Mark chuckled and nudged his young friend's shoulder as if you were just another toy to play with. "Text me tonight; let me know when you're free." With those last words, you turned and headed for the library.

"Damn Ethan, didn't think they were your type." Tyler said offhandedly. Ethan scoffed. You were not his type and he, shockingly, was not yours.

"No, they're not really my type. They're my tutor." Ethan said as they reached Tyler's car.

#

"Hey, Jordan. You will not believe what I have to do." You said dramatically. You and Jordan had been friends for years. He was the person you trusted most. Selorm was a close second. She was a transfer from Canada who had latched onto the two of you.

"What happened?" Jordan asked, looking up from the book that his nose had been buried in.

"I have to tutor Ethan Nestor." You complained, slumping into the chair you'd sat in. The library had become your meeting place before you all went home.

"Come on, that's not so bad. At least he's cute." He offered. You rolled you eyes. Perhaps he was cute, but that heart-stopping smile wasn't going to make up for his cockiness, or his immaturity, or his womanizing. You sighed.

"It's awful, I hate it." You whined. It was uncharacteristic for you to be so negative before anything had even happened.

"What's awful?" Selorm asked in her typical perky tone as she finally got to the two of you. Before you were able to answer, Jordan did it for you, his voice mocking your whiney tone.

"(Y/N)'s complaining about having to tutor a cute boy. All because they hate populars." He grinned at you and you jabbed his side. It wasn't that you hated them, not exactly. You just didn't think it was fair. What made them so much better than everyone else?

#

It was hours later when Ethan finally texted you. You were comfy in your bed, music playing from your phone while you worked over some homework once again, not sure you'd done it quite right. Your phone buzzed on your stand.

I'm free tomorrow or Friday the text red. Not even an introduction. You shook your head and texted back.

Both. Library right after school. One hour a day. You put your hone back down and laid back. Your eyes flicked over the bare ceiling of your bedroom. You weren't looking forward to seeing Ethan, to putting everything you could into helping him get his grades up when he didn't even care about you. Then, one last message came through for the night.

Cant wait ;)

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Kingdom Come (Prologue)

Prince!Mark x Reader

Word Count: 997

Written By: Cass

Summary: Mark gets a reality check after yet another of the young prince’s escapades comes to an end

Warnings: Mentions of cancer and death

The kingdom fell somewhere between medieval times and the modern world. It was nice, built up as a modern town but it still held the feel of worlds from ages ago. That could be partially chalked up to the long line of royalty that had sat upon the throne since the kingdom rose. They were humble leaders, they felt no need to flaunt their status. During the war, they had fought amongst their people, they treated everyone as their equals. With one notable exception.

Mark was the youngest of the royal family, second in line for the throne after the eldest of the two brothers, Thomas. Mark had always been a sort of wildcard. He'd sneak out at night and disappear for days on end with no form of communication. The first couple of times, it was believed to have been a kidnapping, leverage for money. However, that assumption was quickly solved when Mark returned both times a couple of days later, completely unscathed. They always brushed his escapades off as teenage rebellion, but they never stopped. It became quite normal for the young prince to disappear and be spotted in different surrounding cities with various girls.

Needless to say, his family was not pleased with his actions. He was first confronted by his step-mother. He respected her greatly, she brought a new sort of happiness to the dull world he belonged to that was sorely missed. Her please for him to settle down, however, did not strike the correct chord with him. His brother, the person he was closest to, couldn't even tame his wild spirit. And so they let him go. He distanced himself from his family for a while, spending more time with random strangers.

Things changed when his father was diagnosed with cancer, but not for the better. His escapades became less about the reactions he'd receive, and more about the pain that he was repressing. He couldn't stay and watch his father whither away before his eyes. He couldn't sit around and feel helpless. Instead, he drowned his worries in women, alcohol, and distance. He was out partying while at home, his family got the news that his father didn't have much longer.

The king was much loved by everyone that knew of him. He was a kind man who wanted nothing more than to help his children, and his kingdom, grow and flourish. Thomas had grown up to be just like him, a kind man and a true leader. He only hoped that Mark would come to his senses soon.

Mark loved coming home, not because of the lavish lifestyle that he could always rely on, but because it didn't have to be done sneakily. He could stroll right through the gates, and because he was a prince, the guards would have no choice but to open them and allow him to walk inside. And that night was like any other. He walked through the gates, and strolled up the long, winding pathway to the palace. Once inside, he headed straight for his room, no announcement to his family or anything of the sort. He changed into clean clothes and settled on his bed. Hos room was big enough to be a small apartment in and of itself, but his king sized bed was shoved into the corner nonetheless. He lounged there until the doors to his room were unceremoniously thrown open. Mark didn't have to look up to know who was intruding.

"A little warning would be nice." He told his brother after the doors slammed shut again. Thomas stood there, looking as royal as ever. His posture was perfect, and his clothes were pressed neatly. he crossed his arms and gave his younger brother a stern look.

"Where have you been? Do you have any idea what we've been going through? Without you." He asked. His words were accusatory, harsh, but he couldn't manage to sound anything more than worried and a little bit broken. He was angry, god knows he had every right to be, but even more he was just worried that one time when Mark disappeared it would be the last. One of these times, his brother was going to leave, and wasn't going to come home again. "Our father is dying and you don't even give a damn. The doctors say he only has a month or two left, you know. If you keep running away, he may not be here when you come home."

The words dug deep into Mark. He knew that, he truly did, and maybe that's what kept driving him to come home. How was he supposed to never say goodbye to the man who had raised him?

"I know. What do you care? It's not like I'm playing some important part here after he's gone." He didn't intend for his words to sound so rude and heartless, but it was true. He wasn't going to become king, he hadn't had any real obligations since nobody ever knew if he'd be around to fulfill them.

"It matters because he's your father, Mark! He's our father." Thomas exclaimed before reminding himself to keep his pain from leaking out as anger. "You should be here. For me, for his wife. She's losing her husband for god's sakes." He shook his head a little bit.

"Dad doesn't want us to watch him waste away. And that's exactly what he's doing. I don't want to be there when he dies, I don't want to be here after he dies, I don't want to be here now! There's no reason I should be here. The kingdom sure as hell doesn't need me." He leaned back on his bed. There was no point in arguing his point any further.

Mark, you really need to get your head back." Thomas spoke and shook his head once more before leaving his brother all on his own again. Both boys were simply grieving, grieving in two very different ways.

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You Don’t Know (3)

Highschool!Ethan Nestor x Reader

Word Count: 1,387

Written By: Cass

Summary: Who knew so much planning went into tutoring (and being tutored)

Warnings: Language, maybe some Ethan being a tiny bit of a prick

Part 2 | Masterlist

You felt a little bit bad. You really didn't mean to embarrass Ethan in front of his friends. But god, he just got on your nerves, acting like he was some sort of idiot! You knew better than that. Your friends could tell you were seething, and it seemed to bring them some sort of amusement.

"What?" You asked. The three of you were walking towards the science wing of the school, enjoying having the mostly empty hallways to yourselves. You all had classes down that way, so it only made sense to savor every last second with your irritating best friends. Sel shook her head a little, brown ponytail shaking.

"It's just funny the way you act around them." She explained She wasn't the biggest fan when it came to populars, but you were different. It was almost as if you had some sort of personal vendetta against the popular kids. You rolled your eyes. There was nothing you hated more than people acting like they deserved more than others did. "It's like...I don't know. You just hate them more than I've ever seen you hate anyone."

"I don't hate them," You mumbled. It was just the truth.

"Yeah, but you dislike them more than anyone else." Jordan added. He put his book down and marked his spot. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. You're allowed to hate who you hate." He shrugged and looked between the two of you. The thing about being friends with Jordan was that you always had to be prepared for his brutal honesty. Of course, the truth always tended to piss you of a little bit.

"I just don't understand what everyone thinks is so great about them. People think that they deserve everything just because they're attractive and shit." You crossed your arms. You knew you were being petty, but you didn't like the way your friends were closing in on you. You thanked whatever was above as the bell rang and sent your friends their own way. You all said your goodbyes and you slipped into your chemistry classroom.

#

Ethan quite liked school, though everyone thought otherwise. He enjoyed learning, he just wasn't exactly good at it. That, of course, frustrated him. He'd stopped trying to succeed at everything. He had his friends and that was good enough. He sat in his Algebra 2 class, his chin propped in his palm while he doodled in the margins of the notes he wasn't taking. His mind was elsewhere. More specifically, on you. He was going to make it absolutely impossible for you to hate him. It wasn't necessarily because he wanted you, but he wasn't going to let you give Mark any reason to think he wasn't worthy of his status.

The day was slipping through his fingers and he was dreading it. It was lunch when he finally relaxed a little. He sat outside the cafeteria in the courtyard. As always, they were all surrounding one of the picnic benches. He took bites of his apple now and then, but he mostly just watched Mark and Tyler. They were showing off mostly, throwing a football back and forth and being loud. Amy always called it the 'Alpha Male behavior'. He supposed he'd be like that when senioritis set in next year.

Amy was sat on the table itself, scrolling on her phone while Kat sat on the ground with a book in her hands. This was his world, he was right where he belonged.

"What's on your mind?" Amy asked from beside him. Ethan worried for a moment that the guys would hear, but he answered anyway/ Amy was the sort of person who could see right through everyone's lies. It usually worked out for the best. Ethan always said she should go on to be a lawyer.

"I have tutoring today." He answered as if that would really be enough. Amy looked at him silently for a long moment, reminding him gently that she knew full well that there was more to it. "I don't know why they hate me. But I'm not gonna let them hate me. The guys will never let it go." He admitted with a groan. He hated this, he was supposed to be aloof, damn it!

"They'll come around. You're charming, Nestor. People like you, they'll like you too. That's probably the problem, they're probably just afraid." Amy was good at advice in the long run, but that didn't really help Ethan. He needed a quick change, a way to make you fall for him. This was the sort of thing that Kathryn called scheming.

#

Your lunch was spent in the library with your friends and the librarian Mr. McCarthy. He was a young man, scrawny and usually a little bit frazzled but a fun person to be around most of the time. You felt bad for him. You were pretty sure that he didn't intend to spend his late twenties working at a school as a librarian. But he was nice to you and your friends and let you eat in the library despite the rules against it.

Once the bell rung, you said your goodbye and flashed a smile at him. You made your way down to the arts hallway for your independent study. You really like the arts, so you had worked a music theory class into your schedule. Not to mention that the independent study would look good on your college applications. You paused as you passed the practice rooms between the band and choir classrooms. You could hear someone playing piano in one of them. You heard it nearly every day. Sure, it wasn't perfect but it was usually pretty good. You smiled and continued into your own practice room.

For once, you didn't work on your actual study. Instead, you looked over the records you'd been given of Ethan's grades. Algebra 2, British Literature, nothing too hard for you. He didn't even seem to be trying, he'd better plan on changing that. You weren't one to fail, and if your job was to get Ethan's grades up, then you were going to do just that.

You set up your plan, sorting out the most important things to go over and noting the things that he seemed to be struggling with. He didn't seem stupid from the grades he had gotten before. But then they suddenly dropped. You found yourself growing curious as to what had caused the sudden change. Everything had its trigger.

Soon enough, the bell rang again and snapped you out of your thoughts. You had found yourself sitting on the floor with papers spread around you. His grade sheet for his math class next to your notes for the very same class, spread out so that you could find what would be needed to help. You groan and carefully shuffled the papers into one neat, organized pile and shoved them into your bag, then you headed for the other side of the school.

You barely missed the bell, slipping into the classroom just after its chime had finished. You hurried to your seat and relaxed into the familiar comfort. Your friends weren't in that class, so you were left all by yourself. You had finished your next week's assignments early, so you returned to your tutoring notes. You just hoped to be able to finish with the sessions before exams. There was a lot of content, and apparently no reason for Ethan to respect you enough to focus.

You looked across the room to the back corner where Ethan and his friends sat as usual. He seemed quieter this time, like something was weighing on his mind, but that same bright smile graced his lips. It was distracting, and you despised that he was so charmingly handsome. Then, he looked up, almost as if he had known that you were thinking about him. He caught your eye and his boyish smile morphed into a cocky smirk that twisted in your stomach and made your cheeks burn. He winked and chuckled before you finally managed to remind yourself to look away. A smile wasn't going to be enough to turn you into on of his fan club members. You had more dignity than that, and he was still utterly insufferable.

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You Don’t Know Me (2)

Highschool!Ethan Nestor x Reader

Word Count: 1,239

Written By: Cass

Summary: Ethan dreads this tutoring session almost as much as you do

Warnings: Language, that’s about it

Part 1 | Masterlist

Mornings were always a bit chaotic, and not overly fun. You had to be ready on time, you counted on Jordan being on time to pick you up and in turn, Selorm counted on both of you. And you almost always were. Not exactly because it was easy, but rather because you'd had a lot of practice since freshman year. The three of you had really gotten the routine down.

You were up first thing, 6:15am on the dot. Then you rushed a little thanks to your snoozing habit. Take a bit to make sure that you're presentable. Next, grab an apple for breakfast and say goodbye to anyone in the house. Then check to make sure you have everything you need and say goodbye again. By then, Jordan is outside and honks for you to let you know he's waiting. It's like something out of a movie, and it always made your mornings better.

Just as usual that morning, you get up and race around the house, getting dressed and brushing your teeth. With a few minutes before Jordan is scheduled to arrive, you grab your apple and hold it in your mouth. You shuffle through your things, everything right where they belong. You shout that you'll be an hour late and a final goodbye. Right on time, the car honks and you grab your bag. And so your day starts.

You slip out and close the door behind you. You toss your bag into Jordan's beat-up car and sit down. He pulls out before you even have a chance to put on your seatbelt. 

"You're late," Jordan scolds. You check the time on your phone and laugh. He was ridiculous.

"Lighten up, J, it wasn't even a whole minute." You roll your eyes at his worries. He was always one to fret.

"Yeah, but one minute here, and one minute at Sel's is gonna put us off two minutes. Two minutes is only three minutes away from five minutes. And five minutes means hallway rush hour, and then we're late for class. And I don't do late for class." By the end of his rant, you were in a fit of giggles. The worst part of the situation is that he isn't joking. He's always the worrier.

"You really are the biggest nerd I know. And that's saying something." You tease him. He doesn't reply, just turns up the indie music already playing loudly from his speakers.

Selorm lives out in the country, a fairly long ride out. So you sit and listen to the music playing, humming along to the song you've heard a million times over. This feeling was enough to make getting up so early worth it every time. You wouldn't trade these rides for your life.

Fifteen minutes pass before the car pulls into Sel's drive. Jordan honks his horn, and the two dogs go wild, jumping up against the fence. Sel comes out then, calling something over her shoulder and then jogging down to the car. She slides into the car with a cheery hello. Sel  isn't the sort of girl that you think about when you think about the country. She's rather delicate, long fingernails painted to perfection, perfect makeup, and perfect brown hair. Perfect is a good word to describe her. But she was just like you and Jordan, a nerdy girl who couldn't run in the popular circles even if she wanted to. 

"So, what are we doing after school?" She asks. Her tone is perky even at 6:50am. Jordan shrugs and finally turns the music down so you don't have to shout. 

"You two are going to hang out in the library after school with me. I have tutoring today. Only an hour, but I don't wanna be alone and I don't really wanna walk home." You explain. Jordan doesn't seem to mind, but it's Selorm's turn to tease.

"Are you sure you want us around? If we don't stay then you'll get an hour alone with the king cutie himself." She comments. You roll your eyes. Ethan is attractive, that much is undeniable, but something about him threw you off. You weren't sure how anyone could find him attractive with the way he always seems to be acting.

"I swear to god, if you leave me alone," You started, but were cut off by your friends' laughter. "No, really, I will never buy either of you coffee or Harry Potter merchandise ever again." You threaten as Jordan pulls into his parking spot. There are protests from both of your friends. The three of you get out of the car and walk together towards the doors to As usual, Mark and his friends are loitering outside. As if an instinct, you look down as you pass, but Ethan isn't about to let you slide that easily.

Ethan likes you. Not like likes you exactly, but he's intrigued. He could have anyone in the school just by joking about it, but not you. You truly seem to hate his guts and he's determined to find out why.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Hold up a sec," He calls out to you, interrupting the conversation he'd been having with his friends. You look up and exhale slowly. 

"Did you need something?" Your voice is cold and steady. This is the last thing you wanted to do.

"Yeah. I was hoping you could show me to the library after school." He says. He's clearly feigning stupid, he knows where the library is. You had even seen him in there before. You couldn't believe his nerve. What, did he think you were stupid?

"Sure. But if you're really that stupid we may have to schedule a few more hours for tutoring." You say before turning and walking inside with your friends. The laughter from his friends only fueled you as you left.

Once you're gone, Ethan looks to his friends with an exasperated look. How was he supposed to put up you? It's almost like you were trying to get on his nerves. What did he ever do to you?

"That one's a firecracker." Mark laughed once again at his best friend's bad fortune. Tyler gave him a look and teased for a moment about how nobody says that anymore.

"How am I supposed to be tutored by someone that doesn't give a damn about me?" Ethan asked, the tiniest hint of sadness in his voice. He didn't want you to hate him. He wasn't sure if he'd get any solid answers from any of his friends, but he supposed it was worth a try.

"Just be nice to them. They'll come around eventually." Kathryn told him, looking up from her phone where she'd been doing...something. Ethan hadn't really seen what. Sometimes he feels bad for not noticing when Kat's around. She's always nice to him.

"But what if they don't? I'm awful at school, I can't be tutored by someone who wants to burn me alive. Not for the rest of my highschool career!" Ethan whined. Kathryn chuckled a little bit. She liked Ethan, he was nice enough and rather entertaining.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll be fine." With her final words, the warning bell rings and the group parts ways. Ethan heads off for his first class of the day, another one that he's struggling to stay afloat in. This was going to be some kind of day.

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It's that time of year guys! Tomorrow is December 1st, any holiday requests will be pushed to the top of the list so send em if you have em!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLA

Birthdays hadn’t always been the best for you, but it was what it was. You were happy enough, and now you got to spend your birthday with your best friends helping them do what they love, what you love.

You had known Amy your whole life. You were best friends since the time you were little. Late night phone calls and sleepovers were just the beginning of what you and Amy had developed. You had to admit, when you had found that Amy was dating Mark, you were a little hurt. How could your best friend get into a relationship and not tell you? But that all changed when you finally met Mark and his friends. They were great, and they soon became like a family to you, your closest friends.

As your birthday rolled around, you’d spent Valentine's day alone, and now your birthday was closing in. You had agreed to help Mark, Ethan, and Tyler film a video, and honestly, you weren’t sure there was a better way to spend your birthday than with your best friends just being dorks. Of course, there was something you didn’t know, and something you thought they didn’t know either.

From the day you met him, you’d been completely head over heels for one Ethan Nestor. He was sweet and charming and absolutely everything you could ever wish for from a man. You hadn’t told anyone, not even Amy. You couldn’t risk him finding out. After a long game of tug of war with yourself, you concluded that he was more important than a relationship. If being with him as friends could keep him in your life, why would you risk ruining it by confessing? You’d lose a friend, and it would be hard to spend any time with the others, not to mention that you helped Ethan as an editor and what would happen to that? You were honestly less worried about yourself in that sense, and more worried about his work load. You were pulled out of your thoughts by your phone ringing. Mark was calling.

“Hey, Mark, what’s up?” You put him on speaker as you continue to get ready for the day. There’s a long pause as Mark takes a second to talk to someone else, more than likely Ethan given the teasing tone of his voice.

“Sorry. I was just going to ask if you could pick up a cake, or cupcakes, or cookies or something. Something for your birthday. I can pay you back when you get here.” He suggested. You felt bad taking his money, and you really weren’t all that worried about celebrating your birthday.

“No, it’s alright. I just figured we could grab a bite after filming the videos.” You insist, sitting down so you could put on your shoes and finally make it out of your small apartment.

“Oh, come on! It’s your birthday, we have to have something!” He insisted, his voice taking on a whiney, childish sound to it. You smiled a bit, finally giving in to him.

“Alright, fine! I’ll pick up some cupcakes. But you aren’t paying me. I’ll see you in a few.” You tell him before hanging up and grabbing your keys from the dish by the door.

Twenty minutes later, you were walking into the office with a box of cupcakes and your laptop for editing purposes.

“Honey, I’m home!” You teased, earning a few varied responses from the team. You head up the stairs, setting the cupcakes down and sitting on the sofa. “So, what do we have planned?” You ask as Tyler set up the camera. You were hoping for some good extra footage. You were known for posting blooper videos on your channel from the videos you helped with.

“A balloon animal video and a Markiplier Makes.” Amy answered, sitting down beside you. You lean against her with a small smile.

“So what you’re saying is that I’m going to be eating things? That they make?” You joked, pointing at the boys with a disgusted face. “I didn’t intend to die today.” The group laughs as Mark tries hopelessly to defend himself.

“Happy Birthday to you.” Kathryn speaks up finally, looking up from whatever it was she was doing on her computer. Ethan’s eyes went wide.

“I forgot today is your birthday.” He said, jumping up and wrapping his arms around you. “Happy Birthday Ella!” He shouts, holding your head against his chest for an awkwardly long moment. You can’t help but smile, hugging him back.

“Thank’s Eth.” you mumble, relaxing back into your seat when he lets go. Your cheeks are warm and your heart is racing. It’s not like he did anything major, but just being so close to him for so long made your heart absolutely race. Amy and Mark shared a knowing look.

Soon enough, Mark, Ethan, and Tyler began their videos. Mark did his intro and then went into a long spiel about their baking personas. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“And today, we’re making BIRTHDAY CAKES! Because today is Ella’s birthday guys!” He announced to the invisible audience. Your ears perked up. Of course they were making birthday cakes, why wouldn’t they. As the video set off, you sat behind the camera, half watching and half scrolling through Twitter. You felt a smile lift onto your lips whenever you’d hear Ethan speak or laugh, god his laugh made your heart speed up. You were in too deep.

Finally, it came time for you, Amy, and Kathryn to step up and judge. You judged Mark’s first. It wasn’t bad, really, just a little dense and burnt. Very much burnt. Of course, it was hard to tell through the inch of frosting he’d covered it in. You, Amy, and Kat made faces at each other as you all tried your best to point out the positives of Mark’s cake, even if it wasn't that great.

Next was Tyler. His was a little better, closer to a real cake, but dryer than any of you could really tolerate. He did get extra presentation points for the ‘neatly’ written ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ on top of the cake. You couldn't help but smile. Maybe this birthday wasn't so bad.

Finally, the three of you moved on to the final cake. Ethan’s. Ethan’s was special, special enough that the camera kept coming back to Ethan’s nervous face.

As you got closer, you got the chance to read what was written on the cake. Everyone shared looks. This had been planned.

“Oh my god…” You laugh in disbelief. Neatly written over the layer of frosting were the words “GO OUT WITH ME?”

“So...is that a yes?” Ethan asked hopefully. His boyish smile lit up his face as he looked between you and the cake. “I wanted to ask before you ate it because it's bad.” He laughed.

“Yes, Ethan. I'll go out with you.” He wrapped his arms tightly around you as the others cheered. The moment was interrupted by Mark’s whining.

“Ella can't be an impartial judge!”

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This is a personal imagine for my amazing friend @ellaisbutteredtoast because it's her birthday, and honestly I couldn't have come this far without her support so thank you so much and happy birthday beautiful! I hope you enjoyed it!