Hey! Can I request either a really fluffy crankgameplays x reader with teamiplier ir a really angsty one (maybe injured reader)? Thanks love💙💙💙💙
Warnings: breakup, yelling, crying, mentions of familial death.
DISCLAIMER: Some of the things Y/N mentions that Ethan did make Ethan out to be a total asshole, and this is definitely not true according to real life. This is also not how I, as the author see Ethan, or believe that he would treat his significant other this way.
Author’s Note: I may or may not have been inspired by a song, which I would suggest listening to as you read! I hope you enjoy! I also had to end it with a kinda sweet end bc I'm a fluff writer at heart
Song: Always On My Mind by Michael Buble
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“Ethan, it’s just not working!” you shouted, grabbing your clothes out of the closet. After a few weeks of thinking about leaving, you were finally walking away from Ethan. Of course, he was trying to stop you from leaving.
“Y/N, please just listen to me! I can try and fix it, you just need to tell me what’s wrong!” Ethan was really completely oblivious.
“Tell you what’s wrong? Ethan, you hardly ever paid any attention to me. I was always taking second place in your life. I started to feel like you didn’t want to be in this relationship anymore, and after time, I didn’t want to either. I tried to tell you how I was feeling, but every time I tried, you were ‘busy’ or ‘wasn’t able to talk’ So when I want being listened to, and couldn’t tell you that, I made my choice.”
“Y/N, I didn’t stop caring about you at all! I still love you as I did when we were first dating! Just give me another chance to show you that!” That hurt….
“No, because I know you Ethan. It will change for a little bit, but soon you’ll just go back like before.” You were starting to tear up, you did still love him, but it would be better for you if you left...eventually
“Y/-”
“Ethan, just stop okay! This is already hard enough for me to do! I love you Ethan, but all the arguments, the times you just brushed me off when I needed you, all that and the little things you never did, all of that took its toll on me. I don’t want to do this, but I need to do this. If you truly loved me, you would understand. So please just leave me alone!” You were sobbing, but you never looked him in the eye. With some of your clothes in hand, you walked over to your-er- Ethan’s bed, where your suitcase was sitting open, with a few of your belongings sitting inside. Ethan walked out of the room, leaving you alone. Setting you clothes down on the bed, you walked over to the door and closed it.
…
You sank to the floor
Why am I leaving him? I love him so much, and he said he would make an effort to change.
No.
My mind is made up. I can’t change it now.
After about 10 minutes, through your sobs you faintly heard a small knock at the bedroom door. You stood up, and tried to compose yourself as much as you can before you opened it.
“I know you told me to leave you alone, but you left your phone out here, and I figured you couldn’t hear it ringing. So here.” Ethan held your phone out to you. You took it out of his hands, and nodded.
“Thank you. Ethan.” He lingered for a moment before silently walking away. Closing the door, you looked at your phone.
Missed Call: Kathryn
You were going to be moving in with Kathryn once you got all your stuff packed up. You sent her a quick text composed of “Hey, I'll call you in just a minute.” before setting your phone on the bed and walking out of the bedroom.
….
As you walked out, you saw Ethan sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands. You walked over to the sofa and sat on the side opposite of him. Ethan raised his head when he heard your footsteps. “Ethan, there's no reason this means we can't be friends. I would honestly like us to be friends. I don't want to cut you out of my life completely, and I don't want our friends to feel like things will be awkward if we are both in the same place. We can be civil about this. Right?” “Right… i- I just have to ask. Was it a thing I did, didn't do, or did the love in this relationship just become one sided?” you sighed and brushed your hair out of your face. “The first two. I know I kind of said it earlier, but I didn't really explain well. There were smaller things, like when I would say “I love you” before you went to record and you just said “Yeah”. And when eventually, you just stopped saying it. Before we started living together, you would always tell me that you were “so happy I was yours” and then as soon as we started living together, I just felt like I was prioritized behind everything else in your life. Then other things like when I very clearly needed to be with someone, and you just brushed me off. Like when my grandpa died. I got the call, and broke down on the living room floor. You were out with Mark, Tyler, Amy, and Kathryn recording stuff at the time. You came by the apartment to grab something you had forgotten, and when you walked past the living room, you came over to me and asked if I was okay. When I explained what happened, you held me for a short moment, and just said they were waiting on you, and walked out without making sure I would be okay alone. ” You continued to tell him about other things that lead up to your decision
The two of you sat in silence as Ethan processed this. “Y/N, I'm so sorry. I never realized that I was doing that.” You started to stand as he finished talking. “I understand that, but that doesn't change the past. I'm going to go and finish packing. I'll be out of your hair soon.” Ethan nodded, and you walked back into the bedroom and finished packing.
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You called Kathryn and told her you were leaving soon as you gathered the last of your things. When you hung up, you zipped up your bags and took one last look around the room. There were a lot of good memories here, and through the whole apartment. You were going to miss it, but this was for the best. You two were, and would hopefully continue to be, good friends. It just didn't work romantically. You grabbed your stuff and walked out of the room.
“Well, I'm all set.” Ethan walked over to you slowly. He nodded. “Do you have a place to go? I can sleep on the couch or something.” “Yeah, I have somewhere. I'm going to be staying with Kathryn until I can get a place of my own.” “Cool…” there was a moment of silence, with unspoken words hanging in the air. The Ethan said something. “I just want you to know, I honestly never stopped loving you. I'm sorry I was blind to everything I was doing, and how it hurt you, the little things I should have said and done, but just didn't take the time to do. But, Y/N, you were always on my mind.” “Apology accepted E. That doesn't fix everything, but I appreciate you saying that.” Ethan sighed, “I guess this is goodbye then.” “No, Ethan. I don't want this to be goodbye. Like I said earlier, I don't want to completely cut you out of my life. We were good friends, I even considered you my best friend. We can still be that, just not romantically. So instead of goodbye, “See you later?”” He smiled slightly and nodded. “See you later, Y/N”
On this note, I’d just like to add that of post a major trigger and don’t put a warning on/correctly then please let me know! I always try my best to but I am human and I mess up sometimes so please help me fix it.
i’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: if you think “avoiding spoilers” for your fanfic is more important than the mental health of a real live human being, then you desperately need to reexamine your priorities.
Whenever I post fics I always add a warning section as well as a note that if I missed anything to please let me know because I care more about other people’s safety than spoilers. I also disclose any ships that appear in the story incase there’s a ship in it that people find triggering, even if the ship was meant to be a surprise. People’s wellbeing is always the most important thing. I have read fics before without warnings about things I find triggering and it has greatly upset me before, so I would never do that to someone else.
also i love how i gotta make these posts practically every time after i publish something.
look, i don’t give a fuck about money. i’m writing fic for fun. if you wanna throw a billion dollars at me, sure, you do you.
but literally all i want, all we all want, is for our stuff to be acknowledged. spread. REBLOGGED.
because obviously you read it and liked it, right?
so now all you have to do is hit that little button. it looks a little like this
and then that’s that.
or, on ao3, you write “i really liked this! thank you for sharing!”. and that’s that.
it takes absolutely ZERO EFFORT, and it makes you happy (because you liked what you just read) and it makes us happy (because our work can get potentially more readers), and everyone is happy.
and instead, there’s likes all around.
and likes are a little like seeing someone having their arms full with things and they drop their keys and you walk past and say “hey dude, i hope that works out for you!”
writers spend hours, even days and weeks or months on fics, pouring ourselves into it, forgoing sleep and food sometimes just to finish something because we hope you’ll like it.
and we get a litte ❤️ for our troubles and that’s it.
and especially when you get statistics like above - 42 likes and 9 reblogs - it feels like a kick to the face.
if every writer only wrote for themselves (”as you’re supposed to do uwu”), there wouldn’t be a single fic out there, because we’d keep all the fics.
but we write for our audience too, hoping we’ll hear back, hoping people will spread our fics, “hey, look at this cool thing i read!”.
and that doesn’t happen.
so you start thinking “hey, maybe i shouldn’t publish this. it’s bad anyways, right? and it doesn’t make a difference if i do. it’s not like anyone cares.”
how many thousands and thousands of words for your favorite ship do you think are out there, saved on hard drives by authors who’ve given up wishing to publish their things, because “nobody cares.”
reblogging and commenting seems to be at an all time low at the moment. and you know what happens when you, the supplier, feel like there’s no demand out there?
you stop supplying.
because nobody cares enough to want to share it.
“thoughts and prayers with your fic! it was so good!” that’s what the like button means, to make an extreme comparison here.
No writers or artists are trying to sound “whiny” by asking for this. It’s literally how our work gets any recognition since we’re not doing it for money. If you’d like to make a writer’s day or an artist’s day, please consider reblogging works that you love. I promise you will put a smile on their face. <3 <3 <3
I’m making a schedule for when my posts come out to actually motivate me to write! No promises that they will come out every week, but there will be days that I will post them so they aren’t a complete surprise
Logan Sanders is a junior in high school and is starting the year at a brand new school. It turns out that at this school, Sanders is a common last name.
I finally finished this and decided when I’m gonna post these! Mr. Sanders will be coming out every(?) Sunday!
So these first few chapters are going to be the first day from each of their perspective. From then I’m going to focus on one for a few chapters then switch. You’ll see! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
“Lo! It’s time to get up bud! You can’t be late today!” a voice called down the hall a few minutes after the alarm started its annoying beeping.
“I know, father. I was just getting up.” Logan replied as he pulled back the blankets on his bed and grabbed his glasses from his bedside table.
“Alright! I gotta go to work! Your schedule is in the front pocket of your backpack, don't forget to grab that and your phone. Have a good day!”
At this point, Logan rolled his eyes as he pulled on his clothes that were neatly laid out the night before. As if he would forget either his phone or backpack on the first day or at all.
“I won't forget them, don't worry. You have a pleasant day as well.” Logan walked over to his closet and grabbed his favorite tie, a lovely shade of navy, that his dad got him before they moved at the end of sophomore year.
He walked over to the mirror and looked to make sure he was presentable. After looking himself over for wrinkles, or a spot of shirt that wasn’t tucked into his pants, he nodded, satisfied with himself. He walked out of his room and to the kitchen where he saw some eggs cooked and ready for him along with a note from his father.
Morning Lo! By the time you see this, I’m gonna be up at the hospital saving lives! I’m sorry I couldn’t drive you to school or at least see you off. As you can see, I made you some eggs for breakfast. I Love you, Logan! Have a good day today, I’ll see you when I get home tonight. Maybe we can go get dinner and talk about your first day of Junior year! Love Pops.
Logan sighed and shook his head. A small smile was creeping its way onto his face before he could notice it. “Pops” was always so happy and truly loved Logan. He had always wanted a family, so he adopted Logan as a baby and gave him all the love in his heart and more. Logan walked over to his backpack and grabbed the paper in the front, then he sat down at the breakfast bar in their small apartment and ate his eggs, while he memorized his schedule.
First Period: English with Mrs. Brooks- Room 811
Logan walked into his classroom while listening to a podcast on his phone. He nodded at the teacher as he looked around for an open seat near the front. Once he saw one, he placed his bag next to it and sat down. He pulled out his phone to message Joan whom he used to see every day before he moved.
Good Morning Joan.
Logan! Hey, how are you!
I am having a pleasant morning. My father made me eggs before he went off to work
Aww, that was nice of him! Don’t you go back to school today?
That is correct, I am sitting in my first period waiting on class to start.
Oh okay. We go back next Monday. What class are you in?
As I said in my last message, I am in my first period.
…
What?
The subject
What is the subject of the class you’re in, Lo?
Ah, apologies, I am in my English class. My teacher’s name is Mrs. Brooks.
Oh cool! You know English is my favorite class, so I hope you enjoy it.
Suddenly, even through the volume of his podcast, Logan could hear a commotion in the classroom. Pausing the podcast and pulling out one earbud, he looked up.
“Roman! Hey over here!!!”
“Roman!”
“Roman come sit over here!” Logan turned his head to the door to see who everyone was calling out to. There stood someone who Logan can only assume is Roman. Roman wore a grey shirt with a red letterman jacket. He had the kind of smile you only see on movie stars. ‘No wonder he seems so popular. He looks like the type.’ Logan put his earbud back in and looked back at his phone, playing his podcast once again.
Joan?
Logan?
I was just checking if you were still awake, I know it is early back there.
Yah, I’m up, Don’t worry
Are you alright Joan?
Yup.
Why?
Your messages aren’t that short typically. So I was checking if you were alright.
Oh, yeah no I’m fine.
“yeah no?”
Huh?
You said “yeah no” that makes no sense.
Oh sorry, Logan. I’m just talking with someone, so I’m a bit distracted.
Ah I see. There is no reason to apologise Joan.
The bell just rang, I need to stop talking for now. Are you able to talk later?
Yup, see ya dude.
The teacher turned to the class. “Hi everyone! I'm Mrs. Brooks! Before we do anything today, I'm going to take attendance, and when I call your name, say ‘here’ and raise your hand. I then want you to say if you're new here or not.” She went down the list and he soon heard Mrs. Brooks say “Sanders!”
Logan raised his hand and said “here”, but there were three other voices that said it, too. “Oh, my apologies! I didn't realize I had brothers in my class! Logan Sanders.”
“Brothers?” the same group of voices said again. They all turned and looked around. One of them was wearing a white shirt and a skirt with suspenders, which had cat faces around the bottom. ‘That outfit is...something…’ Roman was also in the group looking around. Logan spun totally around and saw a dark figure clad in black sitting in the very back of the room. ‘This is so peculiar. We all have the same facial features and shape, but I don’t even know who they are? Am I related to them? But they don’t even know each other. And how do we all have the same last name?’
Roman was the first of the group to speak. “What the heckity heck?” ‘“Heckity? That’s not even a word. ‘
“Well, this is quite odd,” Logan muttered to himself
“The four of you seem confused. Are you not brothers?” Mrs. Brooks asked after what seemed like an eternity of the boys staring at each other.
“No. No, we aren’t” The one wearing all black finally spoke up quietly.
“Well, I’m sorry to interrupt this, but I need to continue taking attendance. Is one of you named Logan?” Logan suddenly snapped out of the daze he was in upon hearing his name.
“I am Logan and I am new. Apologies for not responding, I’m just a little perplexed by this situation.”
“Oh, it’s fine Logan. I’d be a little confused if I was in your place too. Patton? Are you here?”
Patton, the boy in the cat skirt, turned to the teacher. “Oh, yup! That’s my name! I’m Patton and I am not new here! Been at this school since sophomore year!” Patton said cheerfully. Patton had the largest smile on his face that Logan had ever seen. ‘Well, Patton seems a little too, for lack of a better word, “sunshiney”’
“Thank you, Patton. Roman?”
“Ah yes! That would be me. I am Roman Sanders and I am not new!” ‘And Roman is dramatic.’
“Virgil? I believe you're my last ‘Sanders’”
“I-um-I’m here. I’m Virgil. This is my first day here.”
“Well Virgil, it’s nice to meet you, and I hope you like it here.” Mrs. Brooks smiled at Virgil. He sighed and looked at Patton and Roman again. Patton was looking at Virgil and when they made eye contact, Patton smiled brightly and waved to him.
‘Well, this certainly will be an adventure. But I look forward to finding out more.’
Tags! If you would like to be on a taglist, let me know! Just pick one! This series, all Sanders Sides Works, or Everything I Write, and shoot me an ask or message telling me!
Writer: *shows the serial killer the murder scene they’re writing* babe, i’m not sure if this would actually work?
Serial killer: *kisses writer on the forehead and leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood coming off them* it works baby, you’re doing great
I love this, I love all of this, but quick question, does the author know? Like are they aware that their significant other is a serial killer or do they just think that they have a morbid sense of humor? It’d be even funnier if the author had no fucking clue, like how Aurthur Conan Doyle was apparently stupidly gullible, and on top of it they’re a horror or crime novelist. Like the serial killer works at a butcher shop or something so it’s completely normal for them to come home smelling like blood, no murders going on here, no sirey. Just my darling coming back home from a long day at work.
Now fast forward a bit and the author has managed to get their first book published, with loving support from the serial killer who helped them fine tune all the murder scenes, and it’s a big hit. Enough so that a detective with the local police department has noticed some disturbing similarities to several active cases, including details that were never released to the press. Obviously he brings this up to his superior and convinces him that there’s something to the theory, but it’s all circumstantial right now. He stakes out the author’s home and is super convinced that the author is the murderer, but they don’t seem to do anything??? Like they literally are at the house all day, that’s it. Most they do is leave for groceries.
So you get this dynamic of the serial killer mining the author for creative murder schemes, the author being lovingly encouraged by the serial killer, and finally the detective who is just so sure that the author is the killer and that if he sticks it out long enough he’ll FINALLY have proof.
Writer: *shows the serial killer the murder scene they’re writing* babe, i’m not sure if this would actually work?
Serial killer: *kisses writer on the forehead and leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood coming off them* it works baby, you’re doing great
I love this, I love all of this, but quick question, does the author know? Like are they aware that their significant other is a serial killer or do they just think that they have a morbid sense of humor? It’d be even funnier if the author had no fucking clue, like how Aurthur Conan Doyle was apparently stupidly gullible, and on top of it they’re a horror or crime novelist. Like the serial killer works at a butcher shop or something so it’s completely normal for them to come home smelling like blood, no murders going on here, no sirey. Just my darling coming back home from a long day at work.
Now fast forward a bit and the author has managed to get their first book published, with loving support from the serial killer who helped them fine tune all the murder scenes, and it’s a big hit. Enough so that a detective with the local police department has noticed some disturbing similarities to several active cases, including details that were never released to the press. Obviously he brings this up to his superior and convinces him that there’s something to the theory, but it’s all circumstantial right now. He stakes out the author’s home and is super convinced that the author is the murderer, but they don’t seem to do anything??? Like they literally are at the house all day, that’s it. Most they do is leave for groceries.
So you get this dynamic of the serial killer mining the author for creative murder schemes, the author being lovingly encouraged by the serial killer, and finally the detective who is just so sure that the author is the killer and that if he sticks it out long enough he’ll FINALLY have proof.
Hi! You've probably gotten lots of asks about this, and I know I'm really late to the show, but I was wondering if I could write a fabric based on your Of Crowns and Thorns AU? I'm not the best writer, but I'd love to give it a shot! -@iimtyler
@glorious-idiot So sorry it's taking so long to write this! I've been swamped with studying for finals, and haven't had any time to write! But hellweek starts this week, and I'll be free to write all I want then!!!
(Tagging @anuninspiredpoet and @blueblazeblade because this also applies to Mr. Sanders)
@anuninspiredpoet said: Ahh, so sorry for not seeing this earlier! It probably would have been helpful. Sorry. But, I’d love it if you turned it into a series! I honestly don’t care what day of the week you post it, I just look forward to reading your work!
Okay!! Thanks for your input! It’s very appreciated!
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