#teamiplier x male!reader

[bahannah01writes]

How To Apologize

Summary: After remembering that they've forgotten your celebratory dinner… Teamiplier works together to make it up in hope that it isn't too late. [Part I]

The long-awaited sequel to Left Behind is finally here! Wowzie, not gonna lie, wasn't expecting this much love for this story since it was my first time dealing with a few different aspects, so I was so happy to see how much you guys liked it and wanted a continuation of it! Hopefully I didn't make you guys wait too long, if I did, I'm sorry 💙 But, it's here now! So please enjoy!^^

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     “... And that's a wrap!” Kathryn calls, a relieved sigh leaving her lungs- while hanging out with everyone was amazing, after so many hours had their antics lost their charm. Amy is still adorable in her hijinks, though. How couldn't she be?

     Nonetheless, the lot of them were overall glad to be done for the day. It was always exciting to work on a new project, whether it be big or small- it was fun! Time consuming and sometimes difficult, but fun all the same. By the end of the day, everyone would be at least a little bit tired if not exhausted. Mark and Tyler are continuing to laugh about the jokes from the skit, adding onto it with even cringier and sillier jokes making the brunette roll her eyes playfully. Her attention then turns to her fellow ukulele enthusiast who looks lost in thought, lips pursed and brows knitted together, “What are you thinking about?”

     Ethan groans and slides a hair through his blue waves, his hand scratching the back of his neck where it meets the bottom of his hairline, “I feel like we're missing something… Did we have anything planned today?”

     “Other than the shoot?”

     “Yeah… I don't know, maybe there's something at work I needed to take care of,” He assumes, deciding to try and suppress this weird feeling for the moment. Ethan only hopes that whatever it is that was subconsciously nagging at him doesn't result in him being fired. That would a bummer.

     Kathryn thinks it over herself, head leaning to the right as she ponders in case she happened to remember what it was.

     “Guys, let's get some ice cream!” Mark chimes in, throwing his arms around the pair with an enthusiastic grin spread across his expression. Though as soon as those words left his lips, Kathryn’s own smile falls and she realizes what it was that not only Ethan forgot, but that they all forgot.

     “Mark… What time is it?”

     “Ah, let me check,” He pulls himself away and pulls the phone from his pocket, a quick glance tells him the answer, “A little past nine, we've still got enough time to get ice cream.”

     A heavy sigh falls from her lips as she shakes her head, Kathryn’s heart clenching with guilt, “I can't believe we forgot, oh my God…”

     “Forgot what, Kat..?” Amy asks, confused and lost as to what's happening.

     “His dinner party, we missed it. (Y/n)’s dinner party- to celebrate him graduating culinary school and we missed it…” She trails off, her expression dropping with each word as she comes to realize her, no, their mistake.

     All the smiles disappear quickly with her words, put out like a candle from a cold breeze. As if time stopped and their reality simply shattered with this new truth; this new betrayal that they’ve unknowingly committed. Silence falls over them, each not knowing what to say nor do.

     How did they even forget? Tyler was always so great with his planning, Ethan and Amy have phenomenal memories, Kathryn was wonderful with dates, and how could Mark forget anything that involved cake? But he did. They all did, and they’re feeling their guilt weigh on them for being so wrapped up in their work that they managed to forget something so important to one of the dearest friends. A project accidentally took priority over their friend.

     How could they have let this happen?

     “We need to go over there.” Mark breaks the silence and starts to wander back towards his car, only waiting for the other’s to follow him.

     “Are you sure? I want to, but he might be angry and he might not even want to see us,” Ethan points out, eyes cast downward while he speaks and unconsciously biting his lip.

     Tyler sighs but nods all the same, sticking his hands in his pockets, “Ethan might be right. We should try calling him first, at least.”

     “No, because apologizing over the phone doesn’t mean shit when you can do it in person. And I think we may have royally fucked up… We need to go there now,” Mark insists, a shaky hand running through his messy black locks as he shakes his head, visibly frustrated by his obliviousness.

     Amy frowns and walks up, taking Mark’s hand in her own, “I think… We should calm down for a minute and plan on how we should go about apologizing. Besides, (Y/n) may be upset like Ethan said and it might be good to give him his space tonight.”

     A pause follows but nevertheless, Mark exhales heavily and nods in agreement, “You’re right… Tomorrow, we’ll fix this. We have to.”

~~

     Your head hurts.

     The first thing you notice when you wake up is the pounding sensation against your skull, an exasperated groan leaving your lips. Why does your head hurt so much?

     When you open your eyes, you slowly start to take in your surroundings, confusion now entering your mind as you see the mess surrounding you and the almost empty bottle of wine in your hand. “What the..?”

     You try to stand up, stumbling slightly, but eventually finding solid ground despite the growing feeling of nausea in your stomach. You roll your head, neck cracking pleasurably as the tension leaves your neck. Apparently, falling asleep on a hardwood floor is not good for your body- leaves it quite stiff. But then again, that was the least of your worries last night. You remember bits and pieces, although you remember very well that you and your celebration was all forgotten and instead of finding company in your friends, you found it with the celebratory wine and when you were trying to find answer, you found it in the shards of broken plates and glasses. The inner turmoil poured out from you, and like a thunder storm, devastation rained when everything inside had started to come out.

     God...

     You should probably clean up.

     Setting the wine down on the counter, you sluggishly move around to pick up the reminisces of last night. It takes no longer than an hour to have your kitchen and living room fixed up like nothing had ever happened. And to be honest, having a clean house helped to clear your mind as well. The aspirin you took also helped, but cleaning was a good boost to help your mood.

     Are you upset, still? Of course. They left you alone on such an important day- you aren’t going to forgive that so easily. Yet, the moment you pick up your phone and notice the missed calls and texts, you have to hold yourself back from answering them. An odd wave of relief washes over you; so they realized they messed up then? Good. They needed to know and you are not about to explain to them why you’re so upset when the reason should be obvious.

     Instead, you’ll let them boil over for a bit as you allow this hangover to pass. Thankfully, it’s fairly light and with the help of the pain killer your head has been feeling well enough to plug in your headphones and mindlessly listen to music while lying casually on the couch. The music drowns your ears with melodies and soothing voices, your first smile in a while making its way onto your tired expression. You almost fall back asleep but a consistent knocking persists under your music, determined to alert you its existence. A yawn escapes your lungs and you sit up, walking through the previously shard-covered floor and up to the door that you had wished would open all of last night, but only now is it being knocked on. You take a peek through the peephole and automatically a surge of last night’s emotions- primarily anger, return. A scowl forming on your lips when you spot Mark on the other side, a mental debate occurring as to whether or not you should open the door. You turn around and lean against it, pinching the bridge of your nose from frustration.

     “(Y/n)? I could hear you coming to the door… You have every right to be upset, but please let me explain.”

     You scoff and roll your eyes, what’s there to explain? They were too lost in their own world to even think of your big day- simple as that.

     “Go away, Mark. You can’t change what happened.”

     “No, but we were hoping we could direct the future,” Amy’s sweet voice pipes up from the other side of the door, successfully getting your expression to soften. Not that they could tell.

     “Please, (Y/n), we have something that might help.” Kathryn, too… So they all must here, huh? You shake your head and rub the back of your neck, unsure at this point.

     “What is it?”

     “You have to open the door to find out.”

     Or you could look through the peephole again…

     “It’s waiting in the car for you, dude!”

     Dammit.

     Sighing, your hand reaches out to the knob and twisting it painfully slow, still uncertain about whether this is the right thing to do or not. When the door finally opens all the way, their expressions light up with hope and a newfound energy. “Are you ready?” Tyler asks, a slanted smile on his lips as if whatever their way of saying sorry or explaining was something you had to truly prepare for.

     “Let’s just get this over with,” You state blandly, not wanting to hear some poor excuse nor get an insincere gift as an apology.

     Mark and Ethan rush to the car and appear to be checking over something before a flash of golden fur passes your eyes and instantly, a soft smile replaces your cold expression at the scene in front of you.

     Chica not only has a chef hat, but a whole chef uniform as she pounces over to you and greeting you with a million slobbery kisses, you try to hold back a laugh but fail to and kneel down, giving into Chef Chica’s pleas for pets. It isn’t until Kathryn taps your shoulder that you look up to see the giant platter of cupcakes held by Mark and Ethan. With varying amounts of neatness, each cupcake has a letter that when put together spells out a message, an apology.

     Sorry we gave you a RUFF time!

     And once again, despite trying to bite back laughter, it flows into the air after reading the obscenely stupid and punny message. “This is your apology for missing my big day?”

     “We thought that you would’ve liked this better than some sappy apology,” Ethan shrugs, a sheepish smile spreading onto his cheeks, “And since you made us dinner and all, we wanted to make you something in return. It’s not as good as your cooking, but it’s still made with love?”

     Chuckling you shake your head, eyes glancing around to meet all of hopeful eyes and with a slow nod, you admit your defeat, “... Alright, fine, you won me over.”

    “Yes! I swear this won’t ever happen again- promise! Right guys?” A variation of ‘yes’es follow and you only roll your eyes playfully.

     “Good, now I’ll help myself to an apology cupcake if you don’t mind,” You take one of the plate and after removing the wrapper, take a bite.

     It has an… interesting taste?

     “What do you think?” Ethan’s big blue eyes widen as he asks you and you feign a smile, swallowing thickly.

     You are reminded as to why you’re the one with a culinary degree, to say the least.

     “They’re... pretty good, guys! Although, it’s only a little past ten in the morning, how about I make us a proper breakfast?”

      Thankfully they all agreed and the cupcakes could be easily forgotten. Nonetheless, seeing them in your kitchen like last night never happened, remembering how hurt you were and knowing that they felt awful too, yet, being able to smile and laugh with them again is better than any feeling you’ve known before.

     This is how things are supposed to be, and you hope that this is how things continue to be.

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I really hope you all liked this, if you did, please leave a like, comment, and maybe even reblog! It’s all really appreciated and helps get me motivated <3

[joan-of-stars]

What You Are (Markiplier x Trans!male reader)

Edit: OH YEAH IT'S TRANS DAY OF VISIBILITY I'M A FUCKING GENIUS

I mean yeah I totally planned this

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You were nodding along with the conversation, trying to stay engaged, but the tightness around your chest seemed to be getting worse by the second.

Maybe you were wearing it wrong. You weren’t sure how many ways there were to bind, or how many of them were “wrong”, but most people had no problem with ace bandages, right? Not like this, anyway. People had issues with their back, or their posture, or maybe their ribs if they used them for too long, but you’d barely been wearing them four hours and they were giving you trouble.

You’d zoned completely out of the conversation by now. The world was starting to swim around you, and your head felt like it was being squeezed as much as your chest and lungs.

“Hey, Mark?”

He must have noticed something was wrong, because he was immediately concerned. “Yeah?”

Shit. You didn’t think this through. You weren’t ready to tell him yet. Hell, you weren’t even sure yourself if you weren’t cis. If you came out to him now, you might change your mind later and have to come out again. Or worse, you’d have to tell him you were wrong. That you were faking it.

“Never mind. Sorry I interrupted.” You trained your eyes on the ground, but your hands were starting to tingle. That was probably a bad sign.

You tried to sneak in wheezes and gasps for breaths when he wasn’t paying attention so he didn’t suspect anything, but it was getting harder and harder.

As soon as you were out of the public eye, you would take the bandages off, and you’d be able to breathe again.

Just a little farther...

You woke up on the floor of your house with a concerned Mark staring down at you.

And no bandages constricting your breathing.

You sat up, which made your head spin, but you ignored it. “What-”

“I took the bandages off.” Mark said, carrying you to the more comfortable couch. He sat down and positioned you in his lap. You leaned your head back and groaned. You could still feel the lack of oxygen in your blood. “(Y/n), why were they there? You aren’t hurt, are you?”

You could almost laugh at his lack of knowledge if you weren’t about to have a panic attack. You sat up again, slower this time, and shifted away from him, which clearly raised concern.

“Mark, I…” You swallowed. You weren’t sure you could say it. “I-” No, you couldn’t. Just at the thought of it, you felt nauseous and your pulse quickened.

“Hey, hey,” Mark was experienced. Your anxiety was nothing new, and he knew when something bad was coming by now. “Just breathe. It’s okay. I’m not going to be angry.”

You pressed a hand to your chest where your heart was hammering. Yeah, hyperventilating was exactly what you needed in this moment. “This is… this is different.”

He was obviously trying to seem calm and collected so he didn’t feed into your already out of control fear, but you could see the worry in his eyes, and it made everything worse.

“Tell me please? If it really is something bad, we can work it out together. But you need to breathe first, okay?” He touched your hand, asking permission to hold you. You reached for him, and he gently pulled you close to him again.

“Listen to my heartbeat, okay?” You listened. You knew the routine.

When you were calm enough to speak again, he said “Let’s talk about this, yeah?”

You nodded again, even though you still didn’t think you could get through this conversation in one piece.

“For the past… while- I don’t know. I’m really tired- I’ve felt really terrible about my uh… female… parts.” Ew. Just calling them female made you feel shitty. “I thought it was just the anxiety and internalized misogyny or whatever the hell, but then it didn’t go away, and…”

Just say it. He has no idea what’s going on. He thinks you hurt yourself, you can see it in his eyes.

“I think I might be… not a girl. Transgender. I might be transgender.”

You scanned his face for any sign of what he may be thinking. He was considering it, trying to decide what he thought.

“Can I ask why you were so afraid to tell me?” He said. He was smiling. That meant it was okay, right?

“It’s hard to talk about.” You explained. “And you’re a straight man- if I was- if I- If I’m a binary trans guy,” You were stumbling over your words. You’d never had to tell anyone this out loud. It seemed real now. “And I transitioned, would you not love me anymore? And I didn’t want to seem like I was leading you on if I was-”

“(Y/n).” He interrupted. “I’ll love you no matter what you are. I just want to keep you in one piece. I don’t know anything about this stuff, but I promise I’ll be there every step of the way. Just so long as you figure these things out safely. Seriously, ace bandages are made to keep your muscles from moving.”

You laughed, despite everything. “I know. I’m sorry.” You pressed your forehead to his chest.

He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Yeah. You were okay. Everything was going to be just fine.

[someonexsomeone]

Time Management

Title: Time Management

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Tyler Scheid x Male!reader

Word Count: 547

Summary: Requested! Could I put in a request for Tyler x Male!Reader stormy night in? If you're comfortable doing that?

Authors Note: For @freshwater-tears. Thank you so much for being patient! This is the first time I’m writing mxm, so please send any feedback!

Tyler was gone most days. Despite having a job as well, you managed to be home well before him almost every night. He would make an effort to come home before you drifted off to sleep, but sometimes time would slip through his fingers. On those nights, he would drift in, a guilty look on his face as he noticed your work gear sprawled across the couch. He would usually find you already in bed, snoring softly, but occasionally you would try to stay up for him. On those nights, Tyler would find you asleep on the armchair, completely sprawled out, mouth hanging open. Despite his guilt, he would still chuckle to himself before trying to wake you. Your eyes would sleepily blink up at him as you stirred. You would give him one very large, very tired smile, leaning up for a kiss.

       However, despite all the times that he would be late, there was always a way to get him home before you.

       "Did you hear? Thunderstorm due tonight." Amy said absentmindedly, scrolling through her phone. Mark immediately perked up, spinning in his chair almost sinister-like.

       "A thunderstorm, you say? Sounds like a perfect opportunity for a video. What do you say guys?" But, when Mark turned to his two friends beside him, Tyler was already standing, hastily pushing things into his bag. Ethan was simply watching, switching between him and Mark. "Tyler?"

       "Amy, what time does the storm come in?" Surprised, Amy answered with a stutter.

       "Its due around 9. Why?" But Tyler was already heading out the door, calling a farewell before the front door closed behind him.

       When you pulled up to the house, you were surprised to find Tyler's car already there. Yet again, you also couldn't stop the excitement, quickly scrambling out of the car and into the house. There, you already found Tyler, living room set up to perfection. Tyler was standing in the middle of the room, a dopey smile on his face.

       "I take it you didn't see the weather forecast yet?" he asked, meeting you halfway. You quickly pulled him into a kiss, before taking your usual seat. You had yet to strip from your work clothes, your tie usually feeling constricting by the end of the day, but you were too excited to leave. Tyler smiled you immediately pulled him into your side, placing a kiss on his head. The first clap of thunder rattled your small apartment, the lightning strike seen incredibly visible through the large window in your living room. The two of you were quiet for a second, enjoying Nature's light show, before you spoke.

       "How did I ever get so lucky?" Tyler smiled.

       "You're the best relationship I ever had. I should be the one asking you."

       "Despite your poor time management, you're perfect in every way." A pause. "I'm glad you were able to sneak out of the office to be here."

       "You stay up late every night to see me, despite sometimes falling asleep in the chair. You seem to hold up your boyfriend duties, it was my turn to do the same." You couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped your lips, leaning your head against your boyfriends, silence falling as the room was once again illuminated.

[miaiplier]

(Sorry - sideblog here) Good Morning, I was wondering if anyone’s ever asked about what if the Youtubers/Darks meet/discovered the Reader’s own Darkside... Can I request a female reader x Teamiplier Boys with the reader resisting her own Dark thanks to a mix of confusing feelings towards her three very male/attractive housemates? Like she’s ashamed that she has these thoughts and fantasies of them, but doesn’t deny them during her weaker moments...

Oooh so the boys meet the readers dark side I like!

[thirdhostage]

So much (Ethan x FemReader) fluff

(( gif not mine - sweet child ))

(A/n): Hi fuck I’m sorry

Request:  Heyo! Its me again... with another freaking request... Sorry! But could you possibly do one where the scenario is Reader X Ethan and shes finally coming home from the military permanently and she surprises Ethan and the whole teamiplier (aside from ethan, of course) is all in on it? You dont have do this, but i did absolutely love the last request you took of mine, thank you so much for that! And i love your writing too! Thanks so much and tootles!!

Warnings: fluffs bud

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For the last time, you hoped, you existed the official personnel vehicle. It was raining, go figure. But where you stood now, a little rain like this made you ever so happy.

Happy to be home, really.

Something twanged in your solid heart when you began to walk up the path to the apartment building front. The car drove off and you realized. Finally.. this is real.

With a bag strung high up on your shoulder, you entered the tall building and found your way to the farthest elevator all the way down the hall. You remembered to use this one, it was the one right in front of his door- your door. You had thought about that on the ride here.

Seventh floor, you remembered. Watch your step, you remembered. Look left, you remembered.

There it was.

Clad painted navy blue to fix with the apartments over all theme. You adored the colour. It reminded you of this kind of home.

“Time can’t fade my memories.” You mumbled aloud, stepping up with cheeky swagger to the welcoming door.

You fixed your hovering army style hat; it encased the visibility of your eyes. Actually you were fully dressed, still in your uniform. Typically, you didn’t have time to change.

Allowing your bag to slip and smack the floor, you listening in on the door.

What you heard was giggling and maybe mumbling, other things rattling around and something hitting the sink.

You knocked- four times, lightly.

The cluttering noises stop and Mark’s lone voice stood out to you. He was urging someone to answer the door.

Grateful, you were, for them. Mark, Tyler, the team. They helped you set this up. They knew you would be home today and they were willing and excited to help you surprise Ethan. Your love.

According to them, the blue boy never once went a day without mentioning you and getting sad.... A seven month hassle, is what Tyler called it. You thought it was depressingly sweet.

“If this is another crack pot awake at two in the morning, I swear Mark.” came Ethan’s voice from behind the door. He began to twist the nob, you peered down.

“Do you need anything?” he said once the door was open. He looked down at you and titled his head “Why are you awake so late, miss?”

You smiled and looked back up, soft eyes capturing his.

“Ethan?” you whispered, just loud enough for you and him.

“(Y/n)...?” he gasped, face smeared with realization and wonder.

You wanted to laugh and agree but found you couldn’t. Your face had already been pressed into his chest. He was hugging you tightly.

“Oh my god...” Ethan breathed, hugging you even stronger.

You felt happy once more.

Ethan and yourself stood in silence for many moments until Tyler’s voice hit the air behind your boyfriend. He said:

“So who was it?” but you could hear the smile in his voice.

“(Y/N) CAME BACK.” Ethan yelled, pulling back a small amount to look behind him “SHE’S HERE, SHE’S REALLY BACK TYLER.”

“Ah,” Tyler nodded “As I thought.”

Mark giggled some and took a picture, grinning beside Tyler like an idiot.

“You knew about this?” Ethan asked, looked between the two other males. They nodded happily.

“Oh, I love you both!” Ethan cheered, and turned his way back to you “And I absolutely love you.”

Gripping you in a second hug, you hugged back as he mumbled into your neck:

“So, so much...”

“Ditto.” you said sweetly, smiling in pure joy “I missed you, Nestor.”

“I thought...  I thought you died..” Ethan stated sadly, pushing his face even more into your collar.

You spoke in awe “No, no, I’m not dead- definitely not dead.”

“Good.” Ethan mumbled again, pulling away from you to paw at a small tear.

He quickly laced his hand with yours and grabbed your bag for you.

“Please, never leave again. I won’t let you.” he pushed, pulling you into the apartment with him.

You simply nodded, grinning to widely to speak again.

You joined the boys in the their small party and talked about your experience over sea’s.

Not once, that you could remember, through the night, did Ethan release your hand. Just like he promised.

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(A/n): ahahahahah yes cry my friends cry

[youreverydaydumpster]

Can you do hcs w/ polyam!teamiplier x punk!reader (like hella tattoos n piercings) and reader is usually emotionally calm n level-headed (basically the one who handles situations when they get out of hand) and reader getting extremely anxious and go into horrible panic attacks when they see/hear a mention of their father? (And can the reader be male please?Sorry if this is too specific!!)

You’re totally okay!! Please enjoy 😊😊💕💕

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- Being hella chill 95% of the time andthe team appreciates it

- Him, Ty and Kathryn being the ones tobe the level-headed ones

- But you all have your moments ofbreak-downs

- The topic was brought up and it wasalready a touchy subject

- Unknowingly asking about his father andimmediately going into a state of panic

- Amy having to comfort him as the onewho asked apologized profusely

- Making sure that the subject is neverbrought up in conversation again for respect for him

- Them all hugging him in attempt to calmhim down

- It doesn’t happen often, and when itdoes it’s more than likely on accident

- All being protective of him

- #ProtectiveTeamiplier mode activated

[bahannah01writes]

Left Behind

Request: can you do a sad fanfic? with a male pov, and like the gang gets caught up with another project that they forget about dinner plans the guy was really excited about. but no one showed up, so they kinda go down a spiral ya know? Idkk! -Submitted by anonymous  

Hopefully, I pulled off the male pov, this was my first time only doing the perspective from a guy in quite a long time so I hope you’ll like it! ^^ Either way, I loved writing this and putting in all the emotion into this fic :) Also, this fic is much more of a platonic (albeit angsty) Teamiplier x Reader story which is also a newly welcomed trend on this blog <3 ((Btw the gif is extremely misleading lol this is not a happy fic))

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Enjoy!

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     The tick tock of the clock hanging in the hallway seems to mock you as you anxiously await the arrival of your dear friends. A heavy sigh leaves your lungs as your finger taps against the granite counter top, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. You couldn’t stand still- it’s been twenty minutes past six, the agreed time, and yet you’re alone with this feast you made for the gang. You finally graduated and got your culinary arts degree last week and in celebration, you wanted to show off your cooking skills to the people closest to you. It was going to be amazing! You already had everything planned in your mind the moment after you proposed it- everything from the hors d'oeuvres, appetizers, main course, and dessert; each course being more delicious than the last! You remembered how they practically drooled as you talked about your plans- it seemed like they were just as excited as you were about this.

     Yet, you can’t help but worry as the clock hands continue to move without a word from anyone in Teamiplier. Maybe they got caught in traffic? Yeah… That could be it! After all, the traffic in L.A can be killer at times, they’ll probably be here soon, apologizing for their lateness and giving you hugs. You would playfully tease them by pretending to be upset and after pulling their tails just enough, you’d laugh and they would catch on, laughing along with you.

     The night can still be perfect, you have no doubt about it. 

~~

     It’s seven o’clock: an hour past the set time…

     You tried calling their phones; Mark, Tyler, Ethan, Amy, Katherine… All of them, and yet, none of them picked up. Are they still coming..?

     Clouds of doubt overshadow your mind as you continue to wait for these people who you consider your best friends; your family by now. You can’t stop thinking about them, mood changing from worry, to frustration, to worry again and just utter confusion. They’re all that’s on your mind and a bitter question shows its face as your mind travels down this dangerous path of self-doubt: did they forget?

     Did they forget about your plans? Your graduation? Your celebration?... Did they forget about you? How is it that you can’t get them off your mind, for better or worse, and yet they might not even spare you a second thought?

     Had you done something wrong?

     You stand up from your seat at the empty table and return to your impatient and anxious pacing across the kitchen- back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. Your fingers find your tie and you loosen it as it suddenly starts to feel like the heat is engulfing you and punishing you for whatever is it that you did to make them forget about you.

     But maybe… Maybe they really were just late?

     If that was the case though, why haven’t they answered your calls or at least called you back? Why the Hell haven’t they contacted you?!

     A hand weaves its way through your locks and you take a look around the kitchen, a humorless chuckle passing your lips. The food must be cold by now, there goes all the effort you put into this dinner party. There goes everyone’s dinner. There goes every piece of food that you worked so hard to make perfect for them.

     Without realizing it, the pent up frustration builds up and begins to pool its way out through bitter tears. Your chest rising and falling, walking up the plates you had readied for the occasion, you stare down at them. The corners of your lips turning down into a frown and in a swift movement, one of the plates end up in your hands, then the air, the wall, and finally smashing into porcelain shards that now scatter the hallway. You’re not entirely sure why you did it- but it felt good.

     It takes you another two plates to remember just how expensive they were and how dangerous your hallway was now and you helplessly sink to the floor, knees to your chest as you wonder what you could have done wrong. You were so happy about this… It seemed like everyone was... and yet, no one is even trying to reach out to you.

     Are you really that insignificant to them? The more you think about it, the more reasonable it sounds. Everyone else had YouTube tying them together, but you? You’re becoming a chef- one that isn’t exactly tech savvy at that. It would be so easy for them to drop you… Is that what this is? Have they officially realized they don’t need you?

     Your eyes shut tightly, hating these possibilities that your mind loves to throw at you. Probably because you couldn’t help but think that they may be true. Could they really not care about you? You care so much about them and if the feeling isn’t mutual- it’d break your heart.

     With your elbows on your knees, your hands run through your hair again- desperately trying to rid yourself of these thoughts, though only proving futile in the end. Is this what it feels like to be left behind? To know that you’re not important enough to share their time?

     You thought they loved you; that they thought of you as family, too. But, maybe that was your hopeful heart seeing what it wanted to.

      They all may be together- laughing and goofing around as they relish that last rays of sunshine they could get before the day ends. Yet, you are alone with a cold dinner made for six- empty chairs and broken plates, left in the dark and left behind.

      The last question in your throat is the simplest, yet the one you dread the most.

      Why?

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[miaiplier]

Boyfriend?

Ethan x Trans!Reader(FTM)

Request: Hey uh…. Idk how to properly ask this, but I’ve been feeling like crap about gender stuff. Can you do like an Ethan x Trans ftm! reader where reader and Ethan have something to say comes out to Ethan and he just immediately supports everything and talks about like “so… i guess I’m asking you to be my boyfriend rather than girlfriend” or proposal wise being husband rather than wife? Idk how to pitch things. Thanks ahhh

A/N: I really hope I did this justice, Thank you for requesting @punk-rock-pixie

You had been friends with Ethan for a very long time. You’d been there to support him in anything he wanted to pursue. It was a relationship that had blossomed quickly and had a great bond. When you had moved out with Ethan to L.A, you became a regular appearance on his channel. And when Ethan joined the Teamiplier crew you began appearing in occasional live streams. You all had quickly formed a close-knit group, although you shared many personal things with all of them there was one secret you had kept to yourself. It was difficult to come to terms and fully understand yourself but once you had understood it felt like a weight had set on your shoulders, as everyone continued to use the pronouns you weren’t comfortable with. It wasn’t their fault you didn’t blame them, you blamed yourself for not finding the courage to tell your friends what was going on. You thought since Ethan was your best friend it was only right for him to know what was happening.

 To Ethan you were perfect, you were strong and beautiful. He had been harboring feelings for you, for so long. And for years he had been trying to work up the courage to ask you out. After getting many consecutive pep talks and speeches from Tyler and Mark he was proposing his offer tonight. While you were going to tell Ethan how you were feeling. The nerves you felt throughout the entire dinner, left you quiet and less animated than usual. He noticed a bit, but the nerves he felt were distracting him. “Hey (Y/F/N)” he asked “y-yeah?” You asked looking up from your plate. “I’ve been to meaning to ask you something for a while.” He smiled sheepishly “I’ve actually was going to tell you something too,” you said with a nervous smile. “You go first (Y/F/N)” Ethan spoke, “I’m transitioning,” you spoke while evading his eyes. “what?” Ethan asked waiting for you to clarify, “I'm trans, female to male and I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while just never had the courage.” you continued avoiding his gaze as you spoke. “I kinda figured it out around the time before the whole move to L.A and stuff…” you trailed off not knowing how to continue. Ethan continued on with the same expression he didn’t falter at all, “Are you angry?” you asked looking up at him with a scared look. “No, of course not!” he quickly answered I just wish you had told me sooner all those times we were using the wrong pronouns and stuff.“ he said with a small sad tone "do you want us to call you by a different name?” He asked and you merely nodded “you can call me (Y/N)” “well (Y/N) I guess I’m asking you to be my boyfriend then,” he spoke in a quiet happy voice. You smiled and blushed at that, you had always liked Ethan but it was so surreal for him to be so accepting and asking you to date him. "So will you be my boyfriend then (Y/N)?” He asked and his face showed a nervous grin “I’d love to Ethan.” You smiled wide. It had been almost five months from coming out to your boyfriend and his friends they were all so accepting, no one even batted and eye at the thought of you being transgender. The dynamic didn’t change much only a bit since you were now in a relationship with Ethan. Teamiplier always teased you two about how cute you were. You had felt the weight lift off your shoulders and it felt amazing to spend each day with your friends and boyfriend. You were the happiest you had ever been.

[miaiplier]

What requests are you currently working on?

I got quite a few some of these are from when I hit 100 smh this is gonna be a looong post. Btw I have a few requests in my ask box that I haven’t responded too yet because I’m still debating on accepting but I probably will once I make a dent in this list. I’ll try my best to do it soon. (Here’s my list)

Could you do a high school or marching band with teamiplier and reader (who’s a flute player).

Hi! Can I request an Amy x reader? One where Amy drags the reader to one of her cool road trips maybe? Thanks. (Also Just learned you hit 100 followers sorry if I’m late but Congrats!!)

Could you do one of reader where she is getting harassed for for being Mexican or something like her skin or something? Teamiplier and/or Tyler tries to cheer her up or say something about it. Sorry if it’s an over all the place request, I just wanna see something for Mexican reader.

Hi! I love your writing!! I really like your sisteriplier stuff and was wondering what it’d be like when she goes through the phase of having a crush on one of his friends?

In celebration of Marching Band season, Marks sister comes home one day and tells Mark “guess who’s the color guard section leader!” Everyone is proud of her and Mark and her do a video showing off their marching band skills (guard and trumpet). Idk man I’m just kind of pumped up for guard.

could you do an ethan X sisterplier where she doesn’t think mark loves her and that mark neglects her. then Ethan explains everything amazing about her and then they end up kissing and about two months later mark finds out about them and goes crazy.

How about an Amy x Reader where the Reader is a popular Youtuber (maybe Mark’s lil sister) and her and Amy are dating. They decide to make a cute girlfriend tag video and there’s lots of fluff and everyone ships it

I was wondering if you could do a small thing about femreader x Amy x Ethan? Kinda like… Reader is always with Amy and the team thinks that they’re together but they’re just really good friends and they find out reader actually has a huge crush on Ethan! 

 Could you do maybe one where they find out she’s been doing drugs and they find them on her? And when they all sit down with her to have a serious talk it gets really angsty but reaalllyy sad bc shes been dealing with things that they didn’t really know about and tells them and they all get into mega protective mode, especially Mark?? But it ends up super fluffy & okay? 

Hi there. I’d like to request something! Perhaps some Teamiplier x Male!Reader where the reader has been struggling with things on their gaming channel, so Teamiplier decides to cheer him up? Also, maybe one of the boys could confess to the reader.. hah, just a thought! Thanks for taking time to look at this.

Maybe sisteriplier going on her first abroad/away from home trip by herself and Mark is all lonely bc he doesn’t know what to do or something? I love your writing!!!

Here’s something different. Amy’s younger sister (she’s maybe twenty) and comes to visit her sister. She does a few videos or maybe a live stream with them and she can’t keep her eyes off Ethan and the same with Ethan? Cute fluff

Eth comforting a genderfluid reader with their dysphoria when they get their period??

Ahh!! Those prompts with the dad anon are so cute!! What about a sister close to their age playing the change improv game and kissing whoever they’re doing it with as part as the skit?? Like “I hate you, never touch me” “change” “oh my god I love you” *pulls into kiss*

Heyo!! would you be willing to do a fic where the reader is a tattoo artist and maybe has a lot of tattoos and Eth is fascinated by them and loves finding new ones and asking if they have meanings behind them etc, thank you!! :D

Can you do a mark x girlfriend!reader where you, mark, Ethan, Tyler, bob and wade are all doing a live stream together. You’re  laying across marks lap and while the other boys are talking and playing games you two are in your own little world together. And someone’s playing the game but trying to ask mark a question, getting no reply they try a few more times before finally looking over and seeing you two all snuggled up together, quietly talking and laughing. The other boys realize this too and are fangirling about how cute you two are.

Sister wanting to be in the next pole dancing video and all of teamiplier being like “nO” -DA

hi!! I was wondering if I could request where the reader is Mark’s sister and he’s like super protective bc she’s had bad experiences with past boyfriends so when teamiplier goes to a carnival or something and sees her and whoever like Ethan or Tyler holding her hand and he figures out they’re dating but didn’t tell him, Mark gives Tyler or Ethan a lil over protective brother talk:)

[bahannah01writes]

I love your teamiplier x male reader stories and i wanted to know if you could please write a Tyler x male reader story? Thanks!

Firstly, thank you! I'm happy you do 😊 And possibly! I'm not sure if I can write Tyler all that well so that's my only worry lol

[thirdhostage]

Just chillin’ (Tyler x Reader) fluffy short

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): this is great tho

Request:  Could you do a Tylerxreader where teamiplier is doing an icebath challenge, and when it's readers turn something goes wrong with the camera and they need to take a timeout to fix it, but reader is already in the bath like oh well and has no self preservation. So team goes to fix it while she chills (ha) in the bath, and it takes longer than they thought. So when they come back, reader isn't near death, but definitely has hypothermia, and everyone's like oh shit get out. Cue Tyler being the hero!

Warnings: none? swearing? fluffy heck?

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“Guess who’s turn it is~!”

“Yours?”

“I already went-” Mark laughed.

“Fuck..”

(Y/n) flickered her eyes around the faces closest to her, also letting them pierce the camera’s lens.

“I have balls of steel!” she declared, pulling a funny face. She flexed her arms and channeled a low voice “I will fight this challenge.”

“Please don’t.” commented her knight, offering (Y/n) a kind stare.

The girl threw at him a dopey smile, blowing the tall male a kiss. Tyler ony rolled his blue eyes, and hushed himself from smiling. Instead, he narrowed his gaze at his girlfriend.

“And here we see a front line nurse leaving her husband to serve in World War Two. Nineteen forty- colourized.” joked Ethan, hauling up the camera to meet (Y/n)’s face which looked absolutely devastated. The girl walked slowly backward- away from Tyler and to the tub.

“Remember mE-!” (Y/n) shrieked, dropping a bit of her foot below the water’s surface.

The boys laughed, almost masking (Y/n)’s comment of how the temperature didn’t actually bother her much. Hastily, she submerged herself- propping up her arms lazily on the edges of the bath with her legs crossed.

“I fully expected her to scream.” admitted Mark. Tyler giggled before Ethan spoke up in shamefully confusion.

“Mark, the camera keeps glitching... still. Do you want to switch it to the one in the studio?”

Mark double glanced at the blue haired male and nodded “Yeah. Before we start reading off the questions; that’d be smart”

As the trio pooled around the door, Ethan didn’t forget to ask (Y/n) if she was okay with them leaving for ‘like three seconds’. She said:

“Yeah, I’m totally okay with that- this shit is relaxing.”

The group thought of her as being sarcastic and offering up a joke- they promised the girl they’d be quick and pushed themselves out of the bathroom.

(Y/n) chuckled thickly, looking back ahead of her. The painted wall sent her blank stares.

Alone, she sighed, dipping lower into the liquid. (Y/n) gently shut her eyelids, absorbing the cool caress of the water from around her. She knew she wasn’t joking- this was extremely relaxing. Having idle ice cubes tickle past her clothed and not clothed skin.

The soft noises of a grandfather clock hummed about, showing endless support. Time skipped past her mind in a rush.

They were taking a while.

With blocked vision, (Y/n) couldn’t see how pale her skin was getting. Or how it was beginning to cascade quaint blue on all ends.

They were taking a while.

Looks like she couldn’t feel it.

“Okay- okay, we have the better camera.” finally called Ethan, re entering the restroom; his friends following.

“Wait, (Y/n)- (Y/n)!”

Mellowdramatic whines charmed the walls, conveying certain concern for the girl in the ceramic tub. She opening her eyes to their words.

“Que?” she jokes, lifting her head briefly.

“Get out of the fucking water-!” the shorter brunette demanded dumbly, on the stand of laughing.

“But we have the shit to--” (Y/n) came to her own defence.

Futile, though, her words were. They were physically cut short by a literal chest.

Tyler had wasted little to no time with words- knowing it only to be an effort that would have gone unrecognized. He had, in a more literal sense, swept (Y/n) off her ass.

Plucking her from the cold fluids, all at once she rested easy; cradled in Tyler’s arms. The course of action was quick, and sweet.

“Ty?” (Y/n) inquired, allowing herself to be held. The boy walked, with the girl as his cargo, over away from the bath. They watched when Ethan and Mark spilled giggles, making quick work of setting up the camera.

The broken camera laid somewhere upon the counters.

“Yeah?” responded Tyler, gripping his arms tighter.

“Can’t you give me like a blanket or something? If it’s really this bad.”

“I think this is fine.” Tyler stated.

“I can warm you on my own.”

That phrase did a jolly good job at silencing (Y/n).

“So stop being stupid and let me~” the male laughed. Funnily, he buried his warm face in the bend of (Y/n)’s stomach. At least he knew he was blushing- the sudden heat residing in his cheeks was harnessed to his advantage.

She couldn’t see it, similar to her own colour, but Tyler and herself were contrasting. Blue to red.

The sound of a snapshot rang clear. It was pointed in the couple’s general direction.

“This camera maybe can’t record, but it can take wicked photos!” Ethan cheered.

The girl of blue and man clad with red positioned in the photo bleed playful joy. Perfect hero for a dumb would be travesty.

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(A/n): wow look I wrote something

[someonexsomeone]

Pranked!

Title: Pranked!

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Tyler Scheid x fem!reader

Word Count: 1269

Summary: Tyler has a new phrase. But how true is it?

Authors Note: Slightly inspired by Friends, slightly not. Part Two maybe? Also, this story is told as the reader is female. As always, for my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I’ll get it up as soon as possible.

Warnings: Slight mature content, implied smut

If there was one thing Tyler said more often than not, even more than his signature phrase of Smile Always, it was "we're just friends". (Y/N) and Tyler had been friends for years now, ever since the first time he had come out to visit Mark in LA. After meeting him during one of your many long hours of working at you local coffee house, you had started a relationship of sorts. Yet, the long distance was killer, and the two of you decided a friendship was much easier to maintain. And now, with Tyler living in LA to help with Mark's videos, you were closer than ever. This, of course, lead to hours upon hours of teasing from the team, and your friends. No one seemed to get the hint, and at this point, you had given up. Waiters who used to get an earful for calling him your boyfriend would get a polite nod and smile, friends who teased you would be met with a witty comeback, and Ethan, who had gotten into the habit of calling you 'Mrs.Schied', was met with a swift punch to the shoulder. Tyler, on the other hand, had no problem with any of it. The two of you were friends, why should it matter what other people thought?

        In the short few months that Tyler was working with Mark, you had already made great friends with Teamiplier. Amy and Katheryn would often be invited over to your house for girls nights with your friends, or just to avoid the boys when they were being particularly difficult. Your house, in a way, was a social hot spot. Whether it was your friends or Tylers, there always seemed to be someone wandering around your house. You enjoyed the company, and especially were thankful when you had locked yourself out of the house. If Ethan hadn't been there, you were sure all your groceries would have been spoiled. You're positive almost everyone has a copy of your key. 

        It was Thursday, your favorite day of the week. To some, it was just another day of the week, another day until the weekend. But Thrusdays in your house meant 'date night' of sorts. You and Tyler would go out to eat every Thursday, whether it was the new, fancy restaurant downtown, or the nearest fast food place. It was a special day, when you two could easily talk about whatever you wanted with no interruption from your other friends. You loved your friends, but there was rarely a time you got to be alone with your best friend. 

        You were quick to dress after a day of work, changing into a simple dress for your bistro date tonight. It was your turn to pick up Tyler today. Or, well, you were sure if you didn't go into the office, he was going to try to talk his way into staying a little longer than necessary to help. Just as you were pulling up the driveway, Amy had bursted through the door, completely soaked from head to toe, a grumpy look on her face. 

        "Amy?" You hopped out of the car as quick as possible, wrapping your jacket around her shoulder. "You okay? What happened?"

        "Pranked." She said simply, blowing a strand out of her face with a huff. "I can't believe Ethan's stupid prank worked on me." You couldn't help it. A bubbling laugh escaped your lips, just imagining the shenanigans that were happening throughout the day. "Tyler Thursdays?" She asked once she eyes the cute dress you were wearing. You smiled brightly, doing a single twirl to show off your newest outfit. "Cuuuute. Trying to impress someone?"

        "You know it." The wink you gave her caused her to laugh. "Tyler still inside?"

        "Yeah, but I'd watch out. Mark has taken getting back at Tyler for the fake spider in his coffee this morning to the extreme."

        "Duly noted." After making sure she was okay for the last time, you made your way into the house with extreme caution. However, as you made your way large room where you knew they filmed most of their videos, a large circle of white came sailing at your head. Acting quickly, you just managed to duck out of the way, the shaving cream filled plate hitting the wall behind you. Besides the small bit of splash that hit your arm and head, you were relatively unscathed. The room had completely frozen, watching you silently as you stood, wiping off as much as you could. Mark was standing comically to the side, positioned in such a way you knew he was the culprit of the 'prank'. Tyler was on the other side, holding up a large board for protection, most of it already covered in shaving cream. "I'll be in the car." Without another word, you turned on your heel, making your way through the house. Tyler was quick to say goodbye to Mark, dropping the board, and dashing behind you, apologizing profusely for almost ruining your dress. You refused to talk, that is until he promised to pay for your meal tonight. With a devilish smile, you promised yourself to order the most expensive thing on the menu. 

        The next morning, Mark had the perfect plan to get back at Tyler. Sure, it was just a spider in his coffee, but this was about dignity now. He talked his way into getting Ethan to help him load up a bucket of ice water, planning on giving Tyler a pleasant morning wake up. They had to practically waddle up the stairs, the heavy bucked held between them. They made sure to dim the hall lights to not wake Tyler with the bright light. Mark, with a devious smile, gave the Ethan the go ahead, and the bucket of water was poured all over the bed. 

        "Ah!" Though the boys did manage to get a scream out of a sleeping figure, it was definitely too high pitched to be Tyler. You bolted straight out of bed, pushing your now soaked hair out of your face, glaring at the two boys you managed to push into a stupor. Making sure to hold the sheets to your body, you stood, angrily pointing a finger to prove your anger. "What the hell is wrong with you?! You can't just go around throwing ice water on people, especially people who haven't done anything to you!" Despite the fact you were practically boiling over, the two boys couldn't take their eyes off of you, faces completely red. "What?!" Surprised, you felt another blanket surrounding you, but not before you were turned and pulled into someone's warm chest. Despite also being soaked with water, Tyler still managed to stay warm.

        "You might want to leave now." Tyler spoke with an even tone, making sure to hold you close against him. Not only was he covering himself for some sort of modesty, the room was too dark for him to find any clothes to cover himself up, in your anger you hadn't realized that the white sheet usually placed on his bed was completely soaked, which meant it had done nothing to hide any part of you. Completely embarrassed, you pushed yourself closer to Tyler, waiting for the door to practically slam behind the two awestruck boys, and even for a few minutes after. Not only had you just been caught in bed with a person you swore you'd never see as more than a friend, but two of his best friends had seen you naked. What a great way to start off your Friday.

[miaiplier]

Hi there. I'd like to request something! Perhaps some Teamiplier x Male!Reader where the reader has been struggling with things on their gaming channel, so Teamiplier decides to cheer him up? Also, maybe one of the boys could confess to the reader.. hah, just a thought! Thanks for taking time to look at this.

Hell yeah babe you got it!

[thirdhostage]

Thirty six hours (Teamiplier x FemReader) fluff drabble

(( gif not mine - happy children ))

(A/n): I hate life and I want death but I’m stilllllll writing

Summary: The whole crew is up late, they have been editing for soo long as a group and the reader offers to make hot chocolate and Mark is childishly very hyped for it

Warning: swearing lmao

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Long hours drained (Y/n)’s mind, hard. She would tell you that she’s a night owl, in which she is; staying up late was a hobby. But really if you make anyone stay up late and work at the same time, then that’s how things get rough.

A Date with Markiplier went very smoothly. Filming had gone down without a hitch; every part finished and shot on schedule.

Now came the editing portion.

For this video to go up on Valentines, then it would take the entire team to help out.

Kathryn and (Y/n), Amy and Mark and of course Ethan were all confined together in the upstairs loft. Slouched in various places, positions, that changed every half hour or so.

“Did you send me the final video cut for ending one?” Mark mumbled. He was laid back in his office chair; curled up and focused on his laptop.

“Yeah..” Ethan replied, just as idly.

Energy was not a present force among them currently.

Lounging on the opposing sofa, (Y/n) stared numbly at her monitor. Several seconds past with no activity from her before she began to wiggle her fingers, and scrunch her nose.

From next to her, Amy spoke “Break time?”

(Y/n) nodded briskly, rolling her neck. Lazily, she plopped down her laptop and stood up in a stiff haze.

The girl focused her energy in getting to and down the steps, grunting at Mark in acknowledgment.

“Tea?” Mark chuckled, gazing up.

“Tea.” (Y/n) agreed.

Down the steps the young girl went, groaning as her legs cracked peacefully.

Making way over to the cupboard, (Y/n) opened it’s wooded door and peered at the contents. She groaned some more when her eyes didn’t find any type of tea. Eventually though, they did land upon a large cylinder of hot chocolate mix.

With a small kitchen lamp lighting the room in the night, (Y/n) allowed it’s rays to help her to prepare a mug of hot chocolate. Using milk, instead of water.

Content, (Y/n) traveled her way back up the stairs; siping at her drink once she reached the top. Moaning in delight, she looked to Mark.

“I didn’t know we had hot chocolate mix.”

(Y/n)’s words were sweet, and somehow, lightly reenergized.

A small grin broke her features when the girl observed Mark’s face perk up, spinning it fully to look back at her.

“Wait, you made hot chocolate?” he asked quickly. The question hung heavy in the air for a few seconds before (Y/n) was able to reply.

“Indeed I did.” she said.

All at once, the male placed down his computer and harnessed a great grin.

“Can you make me some?” he said happily. Practically jumping with excitement, Mark turned to the other three in the room.

“You guys are getting hot chocolate.” he demanded, standing up “You have no choice in the matter.”

Amy and Kathryn looked at Mark in wonder for several seconds before Kathryn spoke up, causing Ethan to pay attention as well.

“It’s close to two in the morning, I don’t think I’d do well with a hot drink.” she warned.

Mark only squinted to her “No choice.”

(Y/n) laughed quickly at his words “Alright, alright. I’ll go make three more mugs, yeah?” and back down the stairs she went.

“I’d do fine with some hot chocolate right now.” Ethan commented.

“You don’t understand, my child.” Mark began “Her hot chocolate, is god’s creed. It is holy. Honest to lord, I am surprised to be the only one that’s had it.”

Ethan only giggle to his declaration, along with the two other girl; he shook his head gently.

“It is. The bomb. Like she makes it with milk and adds cinnamon. Oh my good golly god. It is amazing. Oh, it’s so good.”

“I think maybe we’ll have to see about that.” Amy offered, standing up as well and giving her back a hearty stretch.

Once (Y/n) had returned up the steps, she had with her four mugs; two in each hand.

“Alright,” she chuckled tiredly “bon appétit.”

As a group, they each grabbed a respective mug, calmly taking a drink.

Except Mark. Mark was eager.

One by one, their eyes went wide. Jaws loose; Ethan, Amy and Kathryn held their gaze on (Y/n).

“Holy shit...” Kathryn whispered, looking back at hot chocolate.

“It’s good!” Ethan cheered, taking a bigger swig.

Mark’s voice was muffled by a mug covering his lips; one hand holding its handle and the other pointed out the others. He spoke, all the while, furiously drinking.

“I told you so, turd blossoms.”

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(A/n): Tyler doesn’t get any, because Tyler didn’t help edit. Lmao rip Tyler