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katherinethedork · 6 years

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Prompt #2! (Ethan Nestor x reader)

(Ft. a lot of teamiplier) (and idk why I used this gif but I like it)

PROMPT CHALLENGE!

Request: “I has idea!! Our precious Ethan, soulmate au, with prompt 2 "so you're the reason I have tension headaches at 2 am" I feel like it'd be pretty cute with some fluff/august of finding your soulmate?? Nonbinary/gender neutral reader, please!”

MASTERLIST!

Warnings: Swearing. Flufff. Lil angst. Cute Ethan.

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A/N: My first au! Fic and I think it turned out real swell! Also sososososososo sorry this got out super late. I feel like I’ve been apologizing a lot. Sorry. Anyways, let’s get on with the story! Hope you enjoy!

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You had always thought you didn’t have a soulmate tie. Or a soulmate. Most people had a tattoo of their soulmate’s name or maybe their first words to each other. Some had strings to lead them to The One™️. But you didn’t seem to. There wasn’t anything that lead you to believe you had a tie, let alone a soulmate. You checked all over your body for some kind of marking, but there weren’t any that were visible. No literal tie with a string. Nothing. That was, until you turned 15. Then you would see random cuts or bruises that you had done nothing to get. Or you would burn your tongue without even eating anything. Having stomach aches completely out of the blue. Waking up unnecessarily tired wasn’t rare. And by the end of the day having a extremely sore throat on random days happened.

This was when you were done. You were sure you had a tie. So you went to your computer and looked up all the ties that were possible. And one of the rarest ties was the pain tie. And you matched it perfectly. Of course you got one of the rarest ties. Just your luck.

You lived the rest of your life getting burned tongues and random injuries here and there. You once broke your leg and felt really bad for whoever your soulmate was. He/she was probably at school too, since it was in the middle of the day. You also woke up with headaches in the middle of the night, that you were sure were your own, because if they were your soulmates, they would not feel as in your head as they were. You were sorry for them.

But by the time you were twenty, you decided to move to LA. You just felt a pull towards that area. Maybe that’s where your soulmate was and that’s why you were being pulled there, you kept thinking. It made sense. But it could also be the fact that you were great at working with cameras and computers. Editing too.

You worked jobs here and there. You had been as a waiter for a while. Looking for an actual real job along the way, when you finally landed a job with a family friend of yours. Mark Fishbach. You had known him as a kid and still kinda kept in touch with him. He said he was looking for an editor and/or a camera person and you immediately said yes. At least it would get you a starting job, and you wouldn’t mind seeing him again after all these years. You learned a while ago that he had started a YouTube channel, so you decided to watch some of his videos. After a few let’s plays and some of the FNAF videos (hey it was a week that you had time), you decided that Mark was way funnier than you had last thought. And you were excited to see him again

It came the time to get off the plane you were riding on. You got your bag and made your way to the main area where Mark said he would be. You looked around trying to spot anyone that looked remotely familiar, when you saw two people who clearly knew how the airport worked. From a distance, they looked vaguely like Mark and the fabled girlfriend Amy; the one that you had heard about. To be honest you didn’t believe he had a girlfriend, but you were happy for him. You had seen a couple of Amyplier posts around. They’re cute.

You started to walk over to them, smiling and flailing your one arm that wasn’t being used to carry luggage around to make them notice you. Luckily, the nonexistent Amy saw you and pulled Mark to see you. He flailed both of his arms back and Amy waved and laughed at him. You finally got to both of them and said:

“Wow Mark you’re really short,” trying not to laugh.

“Wow Y/N I haven’t seen you in so long, I thought you would be way more attractive than you actually are.” He says sarcastically, laughing throughout his whole sentence. You laugh back and hug him.

“Holy shit I haven’t seen you actually in so long! You look really good! Oh- and you must be the fabled girlfriend Amy.” You say turning to her.

“Ah, yes I am the nonexistent girlfriend.” She says smiling, knowing exactly where you were going with this.

“Wow you actually exist, I thought Mark was just going to bring around one of those plastic skeletons and say it was you.” You say laughing at Mark, who looks like a two year old, trying to hold in his laughs and crossing his arms.

Amy laughs, “Yes I’m real. We might wanna get out of here. I hate airports.”

“Alright cool. Lemme take your bag,” Mark says gesturing for you to give him your bag.

“Why thank you sir,” you say, handing your bag’s handle to him, noticing the name Amy tattooed on his wrist.

On the way back to his house you catch up with him and learn all about Amy. You didn’t want to stalk either one of them completely on social media. You wanted to learn from the source. You felt a random pain in your toe. Trying not to make any weird faces while Mark was telling a story, you realized that it was probably your dumb soulmate stubbing their toe.

“Are you ok Y/N? You look a little funny.” He says, looking into his rear view mirror.

“Yeah, it’s just my dumb soulmate stubbing their toe,” You say as the pain starts to go away.

Mark and Amy share a concerned look and then shrug it off.

“So you have the pain tie?” Amy asks, turning around in the passenger seat.

“Yeah, I didn’t know I had it until I was like 15,” you say as your soulmate hits their arm on something, shooting a wave of pain up your arm. Mark and Amy share another concerned look that was laced with a bit of surprise and what looked like happiness.

“What? Why do you keep sharing that look?” You say rubbing your arm in the spot that caught the impact.

“No reason, just,” Mark says not finishing his sentence.

“Just surprised you have the pain tie,” Amy finishes and quickly throws a smile at you. She turns back around in her chair and changes the conversation topic.

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“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that we have some of our friends over for dinner. Don’t worry they’re all nice. You’ll like them,” Mark says, turning the corner to what you assumed is his house.

You exit the car and he gives you your bag back. They both lead you to the door and get you inside. Mark immediately takes you to the guest room upstairs, and shows you where the bathroom is. You hear lots of chatter downstairs. Mark leaves you to get settled, and goes down the stairs to the source of the chatter and joins in. You set your things down and collapse on the bed out of exhaustion. It was magically cool in there, even with the weather outside. You close your eyes and rest a minute. You change your clothes (you don’t want to smell like airplane in front of new people, even if they know you just got off a plane) and fix your hair. You take a deep breath and smile as you walk down the stairs, the same way that Mark went.

You are greeted with Mark, a very tall man with kinda curly brown hair, and a shorter boy with glasses and also brown hair. You recognize the taller one as Tyler, but are struck by the other boy. Ohmygodhe’ssofreakinghot, You thought. And he was, interestingly. You hadn’t thought of any other boy that specific way. You lost your train of thought and ability to breath as you heard

“Oh hey look it’s Y/N! Come ‘ere!” Tyler says smiling. Mark and the mysterious hot one turn around. Mark softly smiles at you and no name is stricken by something also. You’re not quite sure by what though.

You walk over and hug Tyler, “God I haven’t seen you in so long! And you got even taller. I bet you have to get things on the top shelf for Mark.”

“HEY.” He says turning to you with a look that says, ‘why me?? again’.

“Just seeing if you were paying attention.” All three of the boys laugh.

“Oh hey! You haven’t met this guy yet,” Mark says pointing to hot stuffs, “this is Ethan, he used to be one of my editors but he’s full time YouTube now! And Ethan this is Y/N. They are one of my friends from way back and is basically taking your place. They’re like a step sibling. We’re not that close.” Mark says like a proud father, all four of us laugh at the last bit.

“H-hi Ethan.” You say, holding out your sweaty and shaky hand for him to shake.

“H-hey Y/N.” Ethan says taking your equally sweaty hand into his. The moment could not last any longer.

At that moment you split as Amy walks in with a slightly concerned face with another new person who also had glasses and was a girl (thank god).

The girl who had no name walked in with a equally concerned face, but this one was laced with surprise and happiness again. She was looking at both me and Ethan.

“Hey Y/N this is Kathryn. Kathryn this is Y/N.” Amy says gesturing in between you two, her face loostening up.

“Hey Kathryn!” You say.

“Hi Y/N!” She says back.

“Alright, now that we’re done with the introductory part, we are going out to eat at (insert restaurant here).” Mark says grabbing his keys.

Everyone responds with some sort of acceptance and they all start moving around and shuffling to get their shoes. You were getting a weird pull towards Ethan that you had never felt before. During the process of getting out the door you accidentally hit your arm on something. You whisper a quiet ow and look up to see Ethan wince in the other direction and rub his arm.

No fucking way

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After the dinner that was you and Ethan catching quick glances at each other, but when the other looks back you snap your head away, you went back to Mark’s house for a movie (and probably some ice cream. It always happened, even when you were kids). As soon as you got back to Mark’s house, you fully got what was happening.

Ethan was your soulmate. You didn’t even know his last name, but you knew he was The One™️. Amy and Mark had clearly already found that out because Ethan probably already told his situation to them and it was most likely the exact same thing. When you got to Mark’s house you met all of the gang except for Kathryn who came in with a face. A face you assumed was correlated to Amy telling her about you and Ethan. Then the whole arm thing. You were almost 100% sure that he was it. You decided that you were going to confront him as soon as you can. After all, you wanted to get this whole show on the road.

You walked in the door and took off your shoes along with everyone else. While the gang was separated into a group with Ethan to the side, you decided to walk up to him.

“Uhm h-hey Ethan. Can I talk to you for a sec?” You say, wringing your hands out of nervousness.

“Uh, Yeah sure!” He says with a smile.

You lead him off to a part of the house upstairs where no one was (even though everyone was downstairs you were still nervous what could you say).

“Hey so... ugh I don’t know how to say this,” You nervously laugh and he does the same, you start to scratch at your arm a little too hard on purpose and his face just becomes dumbfounded, “I think you’re my soulmate.”

“What.”

“I-I don’t know how...” you say, trailing your eyes toward the random dresser that was beside you. Not knowing what to do you kicked it as hard as you could, sending a wave of pain throughout your body.

“AAH- oh my god! Why did you do that! You could’ve kicked lighter!” Ethan says practically falling to the ground, clutching his foot.

“S-sorry! I-I didn’t know what else to do,” You say also dropping to the floor in pain, “*deep inhale* aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh why did I do that.”

“I don’t know. Hold on. Oh my god,” Ethan’s face switches from pain to joy, “Holy shit you’re my soulmate!”

Ethan practically bounces up and down out of happiness. He doesn’t seem to know what to do, except smile and look at you. But then his face drops completely and becomes slightly annoyed.

“Oh my god. So you’re the reason I have tension headaches at 2 am.” Ethan says crossing and un-crossing his arms.

“Oh... sorry. Don’t worry I wake up with them all the time too,” You say, mentally facepalming because of course you do, you are the source of those headaches.

His face changes back to smiling at you. He seems like the person who can’t keep mad for too long.

“Well. What are we going to do now?” you say smiling back at him.

“Here. Why don’t we trade phone numbers, but we should probably go downstairs. The others will probably start getting suspicious soon.” Ethan says taking his phone out of his jacket pocket, getting into contacts, and handing it to you.

“A-are we going to tell the group?” You say, handing him your phone, and filling in all the details into his phone. I mean, if he’s your soulmate he probably should know your last name.

“Yeah eventually. I mean if you want to tonight sure!” Ethan says handing your phone back to you.

“I feel like we should just act like a couple until they realize,” you say smiling mischievously.

“I can do that,” he says returning the same smile.

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After that conversation you two make it down stairs, where you are asked what kind of ice cream you want. You are then seated directly next to Ethan on the couch in the TV room. You were sitting around the room with all of teamiplier. Amy was on the end of the U shape of people, sitting next to Mark, Kathryn was sat next to Mark, you were sitting in between Mark and Ethan, Ethan was sitting next to Tyler, and Kathryn was on the opposite end of Amy.

When everyone sits down and has situated themselves next to each other with a multitude of blankets, the movie starts.

About 30 minutes through the movie, Ethan does the stereotypical “I’m pretending I’m yawning so I can put my arm around you” trick. You have to hold in your laughs as you smile at him. You look around the room to see if anyone has caught on, and you see Amy’s wide eyes staring at you. You smile at her and her face relaxes into a smirk. She mouths I knew it to you and you have to hold in your laughter once again. You look back to Ethan and he’s smiling between you and Amy, also trying to hold in laughter. You put your pointer finger to your mouth and pretend to shush her. She gets the idea and nods, turning back to the TV. Mark somehow stays oblivious to this whole interaction. It’s like magic, this happens every time.

After the movie ends and everyone is just sitting talking, Tyler notices, because of course he is the next one to notice. You give him the same shush and he just smiles and gets back to the conversation. Then of course it’s Kathryn, because she notices Amy and Tyler stealing quick glances at you every now and again. She give you the same look that Amy does and you do the exact same thing again. Mark is SOMEHOW STILL OBLIVIOUS TO THIS WHOLE INTERACTION.

After everyone starts to get ready to go, you are standing with Ethan holding hands. Mark still doesn’t notice. Like I said. Magic. As soon as Tyler says, “Alright I’m the chauffeur, and I’m tired so we should start going.” Ethan replies with “Alright cool!” And kisses you on the cheek.

That got Mark’s attention.

“WOAH HEY WOAH THERE. What happened here?!” Mark says with wide eyes. You legitimately just double over and burst into laughter. The rest of the gang except Mark joins in on laughing with you.

“Was this planned?” Mark says, starting to blush and laugh a bit, “have I been goofed!?”

Eventually when the whole group catches their breath you say, “Ethan and I are soulmates.”. And once again, you show them that it’s true by kicking the wall, full force, with the foot that you kicked the dresser with before. You collapse onto the floor from pain that comes rushing through your body like a tsunami.

“NOT AGAIN!” Ethan shrieks, doubling over in pain along with you on the floor. The rest of the group bursts into laughter again, this time Mark joining them.

“Oh so I have been goofed. Well at least I was right about the whole you two being soulmates thing.” Mark says catching his breath.

“Well wasn’t it Amy’s idea technically?” You say challenging him.

“Weeeeelllllll.... it was collective,” Mark says in a high pitched voice.

“Yeah that’s what I thought,” you say, standing up putting most of your weight on the foot that wasn’t hit twice.

Ethan stands up and says, “Now I have to get you back twice.”

“Ugh I wait for that day.” You say sighing.

“Alright lovebirds I’m tured and I need to get home. You guys can enjoy each other later” Tyler says recovering from all the laughter.

You cringe. ”That wording was not right.” You say.

“I know. I regret everything. Let’s go.” Tyler says, grabbing his keys and opening the door to the outside.

“Alright. Bye! It was nice to meet you all!” You say waving and smiling, especially at Ethan.

Walking up the stairs to your bedroom, you were already planning for so much.

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idk3ither · 4 years

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Is this a dead meme?

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lunarrwolf · 3 years

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anime girls ruined my life

[corpse & various youtubers/streamers smau]

summary: y/n is a streamer who’s known for her soft yet chaotic ways and her love of an anime called my hero academia. she has a habit of saying dumb things when she’s up at night, and the result of one from 4am leads to her talking with a faceless persona from youtube. even with songs about cat and e-girls, he just might end up writing one about anime girls along the way.

introductions 🧂 next

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missxfaithc · 2 years

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A Comprehensive List of All My Markiplier-Related Fan-Fiction:

(This last one is my most recently updated.)

—I will add onto this post in the future if I write more fanfics for the Markiplier fandom—

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Can you write an Ethan Nestor x female reader about Ethan having a bad mental health day and the reader goes to help him, and it’s just really fluffy and there’s a cuddle session abd possibly a make out? (Or a long kiss haha). It’s so hard to find Ethan content!!

Imagine under the cut

Unus Needs His Second Annus

Ethan was struggling a little. You could see him try to keep himself together as the quarantine began, the effort he put in to continue with Unus Annus despite the restrictions he and Mark had. Even when he was with mark, he still had days that he just didn’t feel it.

You tried to convince him to take a small break, even for a couple hours, yet he was ever so devoted to the channel. He would edit videos, think of new ideas for videos, film videos, everything was about videos. But now that he could barely hide it, you decided to do something about it.

A beautiful early morning was all it took.

You woke up first, noticing that Ethan was still in bed. A smile rested upon your face as the idea struck you like a lightning bolt. His eyes began to flutter open and that was your cue; you immediately swung your other arm over him, leg over his hip, and clung to him like a koala or sloth would a tree-branch.

Ethan’s initial response was to chuckle. “Whatcha doin’?”

“What I should’ve done weeks ago.” You reply before hiding your face in his neck. He registers your intentions and lets out a nervous snicker.

“I’ve got to work on some videos?”

“Not today. I texted Mark last night, asked him if you could have the day off while I plot some plan to keep you in bed with me.” He’s not even surprised by your mischief. “So, for the next...how about, two hours, you’ll be my cuddle-buddy.”

Ethan hesitates to answer, but smiles when he does. “...How about the next three?” His lips meet yours in a soft kiss. Neither of you separate until you’re ready to fall back asleep, or at least force Ethan into the rest he deserves.

He got his annus

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rosequartzwriting · 3 years

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Chapter 1: Tale As Old As Time

Prisoner of Time - Next Chapter

Pairing: Darkiplier X Fem!Reader

Series Description: You always wake up in this manor, living with it’s master, being treated like a queen. But you do not remember what came before, or what is outside the grounds. There is something not right. Something is not right about Mark. Things are so wrong, yet so right. (SLOW BURN/EVENTUAL ROMANCE/HEAVY LORE)

Chapter Description: Another day at the manor, where you are free to do as you please. After breakfast with Mark, you go to read by the poolside for the afternoon. And time is a funny thing.

Warnings: food

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Planning this was a blast, enjoy / Series inspired by Who Killed Markiplier? / This story depicts the character of Markiplier, NOT THE REAL MARK, all figures are characters.

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“Just a little change, small to say the least, both a little scared, neither one prepared” - Tale as Old as Time

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You woke up to sunshine. The soft knocking brought you to slowly wake up, with cracks of light coming from in between the curtains. Plush covers and silk pillowcases surrounded you when your eyes fluttered open. A familiar face was poking in from the door to inside your quarters. As your vision cleared and your mind now aware of being awake, the face was more recognizable to the point where you could put a name to it.

“Good morning, Lady (Y/N).” Ethan, the butler, said with that gentle smile of his. He carried a silver tray with a mug and a teapot. He was wearing his dress shirt, vest, dress pants, and a bow tie. “This morning’s tea, oolong with a hint of honey and hibiscus.” The young man set down the tray on top of a table and began to pour the steaming liquid into the clear-glass mug.

“Good morning. Thank you, Ethan.” You said, now sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You had stayed up late the night before, finishing the book you had picked up. That book was on your nightstand beside the stubs left behind from your candlesticks.

“Master Mark has requested breakfast be served outside this morning. It is a lovely day out.” Ethan walked over and pulled the velvet curtains open. More light flooded the room, causing you to squint. There were few fluffy clouds among the beautiful blue sky. Ethan opened the latch and pushed the window open, letting in the fresh air. “The Master also requested you be up to see him early, his workload for the day calls for him to start early.”

You stretched out your limbs. The bed was so warm and soft and comfortable that you did not want to get out. But the scent of that tea had already wandered over to you. Sweet and flowery. The silk pajamas that you were wearing let in the slight morning chill, so you reach for your nearby robe to cover you.

“I’ll let you get dressed. Come out when you’re ready. Chef prepared Belgium waffles today. We know how much you love them.” With that, Ethan left with a smile and closed the door behind him.

And you loved Chef’s waffles indeed. The thought of them, hot out of the waffle press, gave you the motivation to crawl out of your bed and trudge over to your dresser. Your feet hit the cold hardwood, but that did not stop you from wanting your morning tea.

It was still hot, so you blew on the surface and brought it to your lips. The tea was heavenly, the honey and hibiscus coming through right away. The temptation for more was strong, but you held back so you would not burn yourself.

While waiting for it to cool, you decided to get dressed. Picking out a comfortable outfit, you slipped it on. All the clothes in your closet and your dresser were gorgeous. And expensive. All the material felt lush and strong, high quality.

Even your jewelry and makeup, gems and products that felt lavish. You decided to throw on a necklace and put on a little makeup. After getting ready in the bathroom and fixing your hair, you went back to your tea.

The warm mug in your hands made you smile. You had to be downstairs and outside soon, but you spent a minute or two just enjoying the scent and the taste of your tea. If you had not requested something the night before, every morning Ethan brought you something new. You loved it. And you were defiantly requesting this one again soon.

You finally decided to head downstairs. After pouring some more tea into your cup, you left your bedroom and walked down the long hall. Your feet connected to beautifully patterned rugs. You passed detailed oil paintings and curtains of thick velvet, large doors of the other rooms, and you found the top of the main staircase.

Each step down was familiar, having taken this grand staircase many times. You tried not to spill your tea. When you reached the bottom you took another sip of it. You crossed the foyer and made it through another hallway, past more paintings and vases of flowers and even sculptures.

You made your way outside, the sun warm on your face as you looked out while walking on the concrete path. The grounds were surrounded by full trees and flowers, mountains in the distance poking over the treetops. There was a picnic table by the rose garden where outside meals were often served, so you made your way over there. You passed tall lampposts and stone benches on balconies.

Sure enough, Mark was already seated near the rose garden, a cup of what you knew was coffee in his hands as he watched something wrestle in a tree. He was wearing a blazer and dress pants, as he commonly did. Upon hearing your footsteps, he turned around to face you. The smile on his face was warm.

“Good morning, (Y/N)!”

You smiled back at him, “Good morning, Mark.”

“It’s such a gorgeous day today, I thought we’d have breakfast under the sun.” He took another swig of his coffee.

“Good idea,” You replied, taking the seat directly across from him. “I spent all day inside yesterday.”

Mark’s eyebrow quirked up as he smirked, “I was told. Cooped up in the library again?”

You nodded, “Yea, did not want to put a book down.”

“Sure sounds like you.” Mark went to stab a chunk of his waffle from his plate. “You need some air, spend some time outside today. Alright?”

“Yes, sir.” You grinned at him. You looked at the little spread on the table.

Waffles were stacked on a plate beside a vase of fresh-cut white roses. Your mouth watered, everything looked delicious. The fresh fruits on a separate plater: strawberries, kiwis, blueberries, blackberries, and peach slices. Little pots of sticky syrup and thick whipped cream.

Everything you could want.

You stacked up a few on your plate and added what you wanted. They were fresh and warm, making you hum at the first bite. The combination of the sweet waffles and your tea made your morning.

Mark gestured over your shoulder with his fork after swallowing, “I was watching that pair of chickadees chasing each other in the tree.” There was a spot of whipped cream on his lip. You tried not to stare as he licked it off.

You looked over and saw the little birds dancing around in the leaves before they flew off. “They’re beautiful birds. I should paint them.”

“That’s a lovely idea. However, they don’t exactly sit still.”

You laughed at that, “I can maybe find a reference in the library. I’m almost out of black and white for my oil paints though.”

“Why didn’t you say so? I can pick you some up next time I’m out of the manor.”

While Mark talked he poked at his waffles. You noticed he did not eat much, at least from what you have seen. Quick breakfasts and small dinner portions whenever you had a meal with him. You had never seen him finish an entire plate of anything.

The only thing he seemed attached to was coffee. Every time before eleven am Mark always seemed to have a coffee mug in his hands.

After you thanked him, you both fell into a comfortable silence while you ate your breakfast. The two of you just listened to what was around you. Birds chirped in the distance and the cool wind brushed against the trees.

Mark looked like he was lost in a daydream, blinking between the vase of roses and his waffle plate.

“You okay, Mark?”

His eyes darted up to meet yours, “Hm? Oh, yes everything is alright.” His face scrunched up in thought, “It’s just.” He reached out, then pulled back. “I feel like-” Reached out again, this time landing on one of the roses in the vase. Picking it out, he snapped the head of the flower off the stem, leaving a small part of it attached, and fluffed out the petals. Then Mark leaned over the table and tucked the end of it behind your right ear.

You completely froze. The feeling of his fingers brushing against your ear and your hair, accidentally grazing your cheek as he pulled away. It prevented you from moving.

“There.” His voice was soft, “I felt like one of those belonged right there.”

The gesture made you blush, and the tone of his voice did not help at all.

“Thank you,” It came out almost as a whisper.

He gave you another warm smile. It made you weak.

You cleared your throat, “You should finish more of your waffle before you head off to your study.”

He shrugged, “I’m not too hungry right now.”

You nodded your head towards his waffle, “One more bite.”

“Only if you finish the rest of yours.” He took another bite.

You were happy to finish yours, as well as poking at a few of the fruits that were left on the platter.

Mark stood up, “Well, I should get going. I’ll come find you after my work.”

“Alright. Have a good day Mark.”

“To you as well, (Y/N).” He bowed his head with a smirk on his face before he made his way back into the manor.

Just like that, he was gone. He often disappears like that, into his study for most of the day. But you knew he would be there for dinner and you could see him again later today.

Mark was an interesting person. Always something to talk about. Always observing the things around him. Diving into deep discussions with you. Telling you stories. All while smiling that big smile and laughing out that beautiful laugh. He was also incredibly sweet and caring, making sure you were comfortable in his home.

You always looked forward to spending time with the owner of this huge mansion.

But you had the day ahead of you, so you contemplated what you wanted to do for the day. The idea of a book by the poolside was wonderful.

Ethan came outside to gather the dishes off the picnic table. “The Master has plenty on his plate today. I could say the same for his breakfast.”

“Yeah, he did not eat much, again.” You stabbed the last fruit on your plate and popped it in your mouth.

“I see.” Ethan took your empty plate from you. “What are your plans for the day, Lady (Y/N)?”

“Thinking about reading by the pool today.”

“Excellent. I actually just finished a book you might enjoy. I can bring it to you in a bit.”

“That would be awesome.” As he turned to leave, you stopped him. “Oh and Ethan? Could you make more of that oolong tea from this morning with my lunch today? I loved it.”

“Of course.” With a bow, Ethan headed back inside.

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You went back to your quarters to change into a swimsuit. Bringing a pair of sunglasses, a lace coverup, a towel, and the rose Mark had given you, you went back outside. The pool was right in the sunshine, so you sat in one of the poolside chairs and cracked open the book Ethan handed you in the hallway.

The book was capturing. It was a fairytale filled with magic and love. There was a beauty. There was also a beast. And a castle filled with adorable friends. Took you on a nice adventure, and you wondered why you had not found this one in the library yet. That was probably due to the shelves upon shelves of books in there. Titles upon titles. Genres of fiction and non-fiction for your brain to consume.

Life was a paradise with all those books you could read, in this beautiful manor.

Pretty soon, you lost track of time and the afternoon rolled around. Ethan came outside with a tray. He was wearing a simple polo shirt and swim shorts, on his break and deciding to join you by the poolside. You did not mind at all.

He had brought tea sandwiches and little cookies along with a pot of tea.

The two of you spent time discussing your current read, eating your lunch and snacks, and dipping your toes in the water together.

Along with Mark, Ethan was another close figure to you in the manor. He was always there for you. Yes, it was his job to do so. But he was also a friend. When he is not doing his job, on little breaks like this and simply being a friend, he was a goofball. He always made you laugh, cracking jokes to makes you smile, then would offer to make you more tea.

Ethan eventually had to go back to being a butler, so he said his farewell to let you finish your book and enjoy the sun.

Upon getting sucked back into your book, it began to grow hot as the afternoon heightened. So you decided to go for a swim. You left your lace cover-up and book on your chair to go cool off. The water was warm but had that little shock of temperature difference once you first enter the pool.

It felt so nice to take a dip. Swimming, reading, and spending your lunch with Ethan made for a great first half of the day. You swam some laps, allowing your eyes a break from straining them against the tiny words of your book.

You took a deep breath and plunged underneath the water. Letting the coolness of it run over your entire body, you dove down to the bottom of the deep end. It was like time was standing still.

Once you came back up to the surface, rubbing the water away from your eyes, you saw someone sitting in your chair.

“Enjoying the heat?”

Mark suddenly appearing there caught you off guard. He had ditched his blazer and was left in a white dress shirt. The top two buttons were undone, a sign of him being tired from work you assumed. But it had your mind wander for a split second. But could he have gotten out here from inside during the dive you took?

‘How long had I been underwater?’ You joked in your head.

“Yeah,” You swam up to the edge of the pool, folding your arms over the side. “Needed a break from work?”

Mark picked up the rose he gave you, that was resting with your stuff and twirled it between his fingers by the short stem. “Yeah, getting a little stressful. I needed some air.”

“That’s fair. Hey, could you pass me my towel please?”

He got up and handed you your towel. He stuck out his hand towards you, an offer to help you out of the pool. You took his hand and pulled yourself out. After you were out, he still had his hand in yours. He was grasping you a little tightly. Then you followed his line of sight, to the inside of your wrist. The ink that was on there.

He saw you catch him. He let go immediately. Mark mumbled an apology, eyes darting up to yours, then traveling down, then away from you. It looked like he found the trees very interesting all of the sudden.

You covered yourself up with the towel.

“Do you still have work to do today?” You asked him, to break the tension in the air.

“Yes, sadly.” Mark looked at you once again. “But as I said, I’ll be done for dinner.”

“That’s good,” You replied.

Mark had this tint of colour on his cheeks. And he suddenly did not know what to do with his hands. “Actually, that reminds me. I should probably get back to work.”

“You just got out here.”

“I-I also should go see Chef. See what he has for us tonight. Make sure everything is good.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you later then.”

“Yes, I’ll let you get back to your book. See you at dinner.”

And with that, he turned on his heel to leave. He seemed flustered, or was that agitation? You were not sure, but the heat on his face made you curious.

After he was gone, you glanced down at the inside of your wrist. The spot that his eyes had focused on when he pulled you out of the pool.

000:00:00:00

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Mark went back to his study, the image of you burned into the back of his thoughts. You looked pretty, he admitted, in your bathing suit. More than just pretty, he countered. Just lounging by the poolside, reading a book, swimming around, having lunch with Ethan. He had peered out his study window throughout the afternoon, and he was thankful it had a view of the pool.

The image of you coming out of the water was in his head as well, he tried not to think about it too much.

But then the image of the tattoo on your wrist intruded that thought. The four sets of zeros. It boiled his blood. It made his vision crack, shifting him to begin to see greys, and leaking into reds and blues. The feeling bubbled inside him and threatened to surface. But Mark pushed it deep down, doing his best to ignore it. Let it settle.

Everything was under his control, he had nothing to worry about.

Mark locked the heavy doors of his study. He sat at his desk, eyes fixing on his monitor and what was across his screen, diving back into his duty.

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even-more-incorrect-ego-quotes · 3 years

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[Y/N Texting Annus before he died]

Y/N: u out?

Annus: yeah, always

Y/N: where u headed?

Annus: death is the ultimate destination

Annus: but we all make stops along the way

Y/N: *read*

Annus: ok ok i’m goin skydivin naked with unus

#unus annus #Y/N #incorrect ego quotes #markiplier #crankgameplays #memento mori #egos #mark fischbach #ethan nestor #reader #quotes #name insert #fandom

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grumpysepticsauce · 3 years

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You Are Valid If:

You read real people fiction

You platonically pair real people

You ship real people as long as they consent

You enjoy alter egos and alter ego fics

You have OCs based on real people or alter egos

You find comfort in real people or alter egos

You write or read non-sexual self-inserts

You write real people fiction

You roleplay as real people or alter egos

And hey! If you DO write real people fiction, DM me a link to your page or story! I'd love to read it!

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charlie-daltonn · 4 years

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Can someone request something for me to write because I have nothing better to doooo??? Please

#crankgameplays x reader #hamilton x reader #lin+manuel+miranda+x+reader #jasper hale x reader #anthony+ramos+x+reader #poly!hamilsquad x reader #steven hyde x reader #game+grumps+reader+insert #matt+watson+imagine

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casual-witch45 · 4 years

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Send me request i wanna write!! :)

#writing #reader insert #criminal minds #spencer reid #riverdale #request #sam and colby #colby brock #cole sprouse #richie tozier #biseuxal #matthew gray gubler #crankgameplays #markiplier #peter parker x reader #peter parker

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thatnerdywriterrobbie · 4 years

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I Thought You Were Into Exhibitionism

Inspired by yesterdays video on Unus Annus. Kinkiplier is embarrassed by the guy seeing them through the window and coming up to knock on the door. Comfort fic.

Gender Neutral Reader

"I thought you were into exhibitionism."

"Not from strangers!" Kinkiplier protested. He sighed and rested his head in his hands. "I've done 3 videos, and NOW someone catches me?"

You put your hand soothingly on his shoulder. "It's okay Kink. They were just a buzzkill; they were probably jealous of how well you pull off wearing a gag," you tease, trying to cheer him up.

"You really think?" he asks, peeking out from behind his fingers.

"Yeah," you reassure, "I loved the video. I don't know how anyone could not love seeing such cute guys having casual BDSM breakfast," you laugh.

"Thanks Y/N. You always know what to say to cheer me up." He took his head out of his hands and smiled at you.

"Always," you reply. Suddenly, Kinkiplier perked up.

"Hey Y/N, you think Kinkgameplays and I should do another cooking video for Thanksgiving?" He smiled with excitement.

"Sure Kink," you say, shaking your head lightly, chuckling under your breath. You loved your sexy, kinky friend, but gosh. He certainly was something.

#markiplier ego #markiplier #crankgameplays #Kinkiplier #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #y/n #reader #reader insert #kinkiplier x reader #funny #platonic #sfw #unus annus #imagine #comfort

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idk3ither · 3 years

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Someone who’s never watched the channel before: What the fuck was Pee Sauna?! I heard so much about it...

Me, already preforming my ten hour TEDTalk about how Unus Annus was more of an experience rather than just a YouTube channel:

#unus annus #unus annus memes #unus #annus #team annus #markiplier #crankgameplays #markiplier x reader #crankgameplays x reader #mark fischbach #ethan nestor #imagine #x reader #reader insert #youtube

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lunarrwolf · 3 years

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prompt #21: “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” *gets killed* “Oh.”

word count: 1,061

summary: you just wanted to play drunk among us

prompt list

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With the process of moving hundreds of miles away from home and needing to settle into the new apartment, you hadn’t been able to play (let alone stream) Among Us for at least two weeks. The gaming community was riddled with mentions, tags and memes about how long you were away and what in the world it was that kept you at bay from posting or recording. Scrolling through it all one day, you realized it really had been a while. All that time spent unpacking and making sure everything was set really took longer than expected.

It felt like way more than fourteen days passed before finding yourself in the computer chair, systems on and accounts logged into. Out of the many texts received from friends about joining lobbies or multiplayer games while they recorded for their own channel, you were finally able to agree to one sent earlier that morning.

Corpse Husband began drunk run-throughs of the mobile and computer game not too long ago, and you’d been dying to take part ever since watching the first video. It took a few extra days of tying up loose ends in your home state before being able to let him know you could finally do a few rounds, and by then you were raring to have your little astronaut play survivor or murderer. Especially taking into consideration the lack of practice that was able to go into it lately.

“Look who’s finally among us! Miss YT/N herself!” The sound of groans was clear in your headset as the man made his pun, including emotes dropped in by your stream’s chat.

You gave a short laugh. “Oh man, Dream. I didn’t know you longed for my presence that much.”

“Of course I did. Who else am I gonna gang up on?”

“Wow—mental note for game time.” You stated, earning a weak comeback from the faceless YouTuber as he struggled to find something clever. Everyone spent a few more minutes waiting for the last couple of people before Corpse started the countdown, resulting in the group already guessing who was going to be the impostor.

CREWMATE

“Aw, man..” You muttered, disappointed that the revenge on Dream’s joke would have to wait. The only thing left to do was run around, find allies that hopefully wouldn’t kill you (even more so during one of the long tasks) and weed out the fakes.

Thanks to proximity chat being another factor, you took great advantage every time the lights were turned off during the first three rounds. Even with the dark screen, the dimmed figures of the other characters running around were always visible enough for you to avoid them. Not that it mattered when you had no idea who was deemed as either impostor, but you planned on hiding around the ship to figure it out.

It was already the third time someone shut off the power after the last voting session, which fueled a lot of sarcastic remarks from each person you passed about how often it was happening. And with the eject confirmations turned off, it was that much harder to know who was left to expose in the final five. Ethan and Sykkuno were hanging out in the back of the cafeteria this time around, and out of curiosity you trotted up to eavesdrop, being grateful you stole the color black from the deep voiced gamer. Parking yourself in the corner closest to them, you listened closely. “I think Y/N is one of them. I haven’t seen her the whole game and every time I do she’s a freakin’ jet plane.”

After an involuntary gasp, the guys stopped talking, Ethan’s blue space boy now facing your direction along with Sykkuno’s dark green one. “Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?”

There was a short second of silence before one of them spoke up. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you, uh, doing on the vent?”

You could only stare at the two young adults’ astronauts dumbfounded as it set in that you actually were standing on top of a vent. Clearing your throat, you took another swig of your drink and hovered your hand over the buttons that helped you as impostor in case you had to prove yourself. “I know what this looks like, but I can explain.” You began, taking the silence and still animations as the signal to continue. However, any planned words got caught in your throat, resorting to nothing but a very broken sentence. The small giggles rang so clear in your headphones they caused a pout that surfaced many comments from the chat. “Can’t an astronaut take a nap in the cafe of their spaceship anymore?”

“Maybe in the lobby? That way you don’t get killed.” Sykkuno suggested. Being one of the only ones not having anything pertaining to the drunken aspect of playing tonight, he was completely sober and wanted to keep you from becoming a ghost. A fact that went over your head seeing as—even though you weren’t fully drunk, just a bit tipsy—you were less responsive than usual.

It didn’t even occur that he was trying to help when you went on a tangent about how tiring moving day is when it turns into a moving month, and how you would stay up to binge a new show you found that would have otherwise distracted you from working if you played it during unpacking hours. The lights turned back on while you went on and on for the next few seconds, just for you to be interrupted by Ethan. “Just go to sleep, dude.”

“I refuse, Ethanol.” You countered, grinning when exasperation could be heard from the other end at your nickname for him. A small purple sprite with cat ears ran up beside you, and you all took a second to greet one another before you continued. “I’ll have you know that I am committed to finding the culprit. I’ll sleep when I’m dead, and that’s final.”

“I got you.” The low voice chimed in.

“Shit, wait. H-hold on a second.” Your eyes widened as they snapped to the one standing next to you, turning into slits as they narrowed. “Corpse don’t you dare—”

He did dare. And out of all the profanities and insults swimming through your slightly jumbled brain, the only thing that came out was:

“Oh.”

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse x reader #corpse among us #corpse imagines #youtube #youtubers #corpse x you #ethan nestor #crankgameplays #sykkuno #among us #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #reader insert

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inkonapage · 5 years

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Filling a Blank Heart (BlankGameplays X Reader)

(( I’ve never written for Blank before but this is sorta how I feel he’d act! Hope you enjoy!

@pastanestor requested ‘as for my requests though, how about just a general one of Blank not knowing how to deal with or react to falling in love and telling that person, but his S/O reassuring him and explaining she feels the same and so on? a cliché kind of scene but with the addition of an alter ego ^^’ ))

How did this happen?

Sure he had a heart and soul, it might be black but it was there dammit, but the thought of somehow falling in love with another? That...that was just something he hadn't planned on. Over the years he had never, not once, found someone that made his tar like blood rush the way you did with something just as simple as a smile. It unnerved him. It made him feel so small and weak. It made him feel venerable.

It made him feel.

You made him feel.

Now the alter was no stranger to emotions, they were usually negative or so dulled out that they didn't strike him hard enough to gain much of a reaction yet here you were causing him such torment. Blank just didn't know what to do with this sort of thing! He wasn't good with emotions and feelings and having this deep burning need to make you happy! It was exhausting honestly... Day in and day out he would do his best to shove the strange bubbling in his guts down as far as he could, to digest them if you will, whenever he was near you not wanting it to show. Though at the same time he was more clingy than usual, and that was saying something because normally he was off doing his own thing not really giving a rats ass what anyone was doing, and that had gotten him a few odd looks.

He didn't like it.

Blank didn't like being looked at or noticed, especially with the questioning eyes of the curious other egos who muttered to one another though never really asked him out right about it knowing they would get no response on the matter. Seeing you just finish up a conversation with a few of the others he saw an opening and took it. Making his way towards you he reached out, tapping you on the shoulder, “Hey (Name)...?”

Turning you blinked but smiled as the odd surprise, you were usually the one that had to start a conversation with him yet here he was before you making the first move, “Hey Blank! What’s up?” you asked with a bright smile.

“We need to talk.” he murmured looking around as if there would be someone there to judge him for what he was about to do, “It’s...about you.” Blank explained as his solid black eyes turned their attention back to you.

“Oh?” you asked, feeling your stomach sink at his words. Had you done something wrong? You had tried to be a good friend to the usual stand offish ego, you really had! Maybe you were trying a bit to hard? Blank didn't seem to the type of being that was use to attention, he usually tried to avoid it. Something about the usually silent ego just called to you, you couldn't help it, and you felt the need to get to know him...maybe you had tried a bit to hard.

Clearing his throat the alter crossed his arms, feeling uncomfortable and exposed, “You...have been trying to get to know me a lot lately. It, uh...isn't something that I'm use to but for some reason I don't mind. It’s odd but you...you’ve seemed to cause something to happen to me...” How did he explain this? Listen to him, he sounded like such an idiot!

“Go on.” you urged gently as you tilted your head in confusion, unsure just what it was he was trying to say.

Growling he shook his head, “Look you just- you- you got my attention okay!? How am I suppose to go about saying this when you keep looking at me like that?” he snapped though it wasn't meant to be aggressive.

Head twitching to the side a bit it seemed like he was struggling to get the words out, “I-I just...you know I- well...uh. I sound so stupid- I like you okay! There, I said it! I like you (Name) and I just don't know...I just don't know what to do!” Huffing he looked off to the side as his cheeks darkened.

Blinking at his adorable outburst you couldn't help but snort and giggle softly, “I really like you too Blank.” you cooed sweetly to him as you gently placed a hand over one of his. Watching as he slowly uncrosses his arms, Blank takes your hand in his but doesn't say anything else.

There’s a content silence that you both share and understand before you lead him off to continue your chores for the day.

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