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[another-tyler12-blog]

Is it confirmed that Tyler was a stripper???

idk fam you tell me

That was in 2014, before he was even prominently on Mark’s channel. Which, to me, makes it seem like he wouldn’t have much of a reason to lie about it.

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Love Bites

Request: “could you do like a small hc or one shot of Ethan and sisterplier being together for over a year and they go to the office one morning forgetting to hide like marks/hickies and the team finds out they spent their first time together and try to keep it from overprotective mark!”

Warning: reference to smut? indicated smut? idk how to warn that lmao

Y/N was holding hands with Ethan when they walked into the office, Amy waving happily at her boyfriend’s younger sister. Y/N returned the wave and brought over the coffee that Amy had asked for, leaving Ethan to deliver the coffee to the boys. 

“Oh my god,” Amy groans after she takes a sip. “Thank you- seriously.” Y/N nods and sits down next to the blonde, gasping in pain when she sits wrong. “Y/N?” Amy gives her a concerned look, her brow quirked. Y/N shakes her head and readjusts with a pained smile. 

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[tierneystescobag]

On your own // Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: Jack and Y/N have a fight which leads to Y/N leaving him on his own.

A/n: I kind of felt inspired by @conorpmaynard and her latest posts. So thanks girl! I’m not really sure about this one though. It didn’t really turn out the way I liked it. 

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“Hey Y/N, have you seen my shirt?”, Jack asked. “Depends. Which one?”. “The black and white floral one”. “I think it’s still in the wash”, I answered. “Are you kidding me?! I asked you to do that one first because I really wanted to wear it tonight”, my boyfriend huffed.

“What’s going on tonight?”, I asked oblivious. He groaned:” Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you something?! I told you yesterday that the boys and I are going out”.  “Again?! You’ve been going out non-stop for the last month or so.”, I stated.

Jack has always been a party boy, but lately he was taking things too far. When we just started dating, he barely ever went out anymore. He needed to settle down, he said. But recently he’s been partying more than not. I don’t know what happened but he suddenly just started leaving the house without any explanation.

In the beginning, I didn’t say anything about it, thinking it was just phase, but lately I’ve pointed it out a couple of times. Each time he denied it.

“Girl please! Will you just let me live? I want to fun okay?!”, Jack yelled throwing his hands up. “Oh okay, I get it. Being with me isn’t fun then?”, I asked. “Y/N that’s completely beside the point”. “Oh is it? Then what is the point?!”, I yelled. “It’s that you don’t do anything in this house! I asked you to wash my shirt, it didn’t happen. I asked you to iron my trousers, it didn’t happen. I asked you to clean the kitchen and guess what? It didn’t fucking happen!”.

“Excuse me?! Last time I checked I wasn’t your freaking maid!”. My blood was boiling. How could he say those things?! “You know what; until you understand and appreciate the things I do for you, you’re on your own”, I added. “What the hell do you mean?”, he asked confused. “You’re on your own. You want a clean shirt? Great there’s the washing machine. Have fun”, I said whilst walking out.

I wondered how long it would take for him to come crawling back. Don’t get me wrong, I still love him but he needs to understand all the things I do for him.  

To my surprise he did quite well the first day. That was until he had to iron his clothes. It took him a solid hour to figure out how the iron worked. When he started ironing his shirt, I saw him getting very frustrated. He’d had only done one sleeve when he quitted with a deep sigh.

A few days later, I had made myself a nice meal for lunch. When Jack walked in, he asked where his plate was. “In the cupboard”, I said. He looked confused so I added;” If you want something to eat, you have to make it yourself”.

He stood there for a while, when he suddenly grinned at me. Jack then grabbed a pan and some ingredients. He probably wanted to outsmart me by making the most delicious meal ever, but let me tell you, he failed. Hard.

Whatever he was making was completely burned, so he threw it away. Then he turned around facing me. “Okay I’m officially done. I give up Y/N. I’m sorry I took you for granted. I have so much respect for you. I’m so so sorry I said wat I said. It’s so freaking hard. I mean I haven’t had a decent meal, I’ve ruined 4 shirts and I just can’t handle it!”, my boyfriend cried.

I went over to him and kissed his lips softly. “You’re not mad anymore?”, he whispered. “As long as you know not take me or any woman for granted, no I’m not mad”, I smiled. “Oh hell no. Never. Your life is so hard! You come home from work just to work more. I’m so sorry love that I barely helped you out. I promise right here, right now that I’ll be a better boyfriend”.

I never thought he meant it, but since that day I came home to a freshly cleaned house and he even asked me to teach him home to cook. Maybe I underestimated my boyfriend.  

[agents-of-imagines]

Requested by @lukeybabe26

Y/N: So Zoe what do you want to do today? Zoe: Well first we have to wait for Joe. Y/N: Why? Zoe: I don’t know I mentioned that you and I were going to spend the day together and he wanted to come along. Y/N: He does know we are going shopping right? Zoe: I told him that! He still wants to come with us. Y/N: That’s weird. Joe: *walks* Hey Zoe. Zoe: Hey Broseph. Joe: Hey Y/N! *hugs you* Y/N: Hi Joe, you seem happy. Joe: I’m always happy when I’m with yo..Zoe! Y/N: Yo..Zoe? Joe: Yep! That’s a…nickname I…gave Zoe. Y/N: Right. Zoe: Anyway let’s get to the shops! Y/N: I can’t wait! Joe: It’s gonna be amazing Y/N! Zoe: *sings to herself* And they called it puppy love. Joe: What was that? Zoe: Nothing.

[crxnki-blog]

Ongoing Ethan Fic ?

Hi guys !!

As most of you probably know, Ethan just moved into his own apartment! So, I was thinking about what imagines to write while I was watching his stream and I got some ideas for an ongoing fic to start on here. Normally I write actual fics on my wattpad and imagines on tumblr, but I was thinking about writing a fic on here and then later moving it to wattpad if it does good?

Anyways, I was thinking something along the lines of the reader moving in with Ethan as his new roommate or the reader (also being a member of teamiplier) moving in with Ethan after they decide to move out of Marks house.

If you have any ideas/suggestions please let me know !

[imaginedanandphil]

You finished your story and waited a moment, noting all the dead air Dan was going to have to edit out of this video, before turning to him with eyebrows raised. He was staring intently at you with a smile on his face, oblivious.

“What is it?” you asked.

He blinked once, slow, then again as if coming out of a trance, and turned to look at the camera that was pointed at you both, suddenly remembering that he was still recording.

“Uh, nothing,” he said, clearing his throat. “It’s nothing. That’s actually probably a good place to stop. Thanks for filling in for Phil today.”

“Sure, it was fun,” you told him as you stood. “Thanks for thinking of me to invite.”

“Yeah. No. Of course.”

You headed out of the room and down the hall and Dan stared after you, letting out a heavy sigh and wondering when you would ever notice.

x x x

[imaginemedreamingstuff]

We don’t like each other tag || Danisnotonfire

A/N: So this is an idea I had some time ago. I decided to write it and upload it today. I think it’s the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you don’t mind.

Word count: 1,8 K

Summery: Dan and Y/N are both youtubers who meet again for a very special video. Love/Hate 

“Hey lovelies” I smiled and waved towards the camera that I had set up in front of my bed. It was my usual filming location but something was different today. I still wasn’t sure if my idea was a terrible or an incredibly good one.

“Today I have a little different video for you.” I excitedly exclaimed although my stomach was twisting and turning. I was so nervous I thought I’d throw up right onto the lens of my Canon.

“I have a special guest here. It’s someone who you would have never expected to see on this channel. Believe me, I’m kinda shocked, too. Anyways please welcome Dan Howell aka danisnotonfire” I announced to my viewers.

Dan suddenly jumped into the picture frame, smiling towards the camera.

“Hello Internet.” he said, trying hard not to cringe.

Stupid nostalgic signature phrase. Dan sat down on the bed next to me, careful to not let our bodies touch while doing so. I took a quick glance at him. He was wearing a jumper with zippers on his shoulders. What a dump invention. It seemed like he got even taller since the last time I had seen him, but that was impossible. Freaking giant.

“So the reason for our surprising collaboration is that I came up with a new Youtube video idea.

It’s called the ‘We don’t like each other tag'”

Dan couldn’t hide a slight smile as I said that.

“Great idea.” Dan sarcastically whispered under his breath, knowing well enough that I could hear him. Loud and clear. Asshole.

I shot him a warning look before I continued talking to the camera.

“What you don’t know is that me and Dan have known each other for a really long time. We actually went to the same kindergarten, primary school and high school.” I told my viewers.

Dan nodded. “Yeah, we have sadly known each other for that long.”

I snorted through my nose, enraged. He just sat there and cockily grinned.

“Right. So during all those years Dan got taller and even more arrogant but one thing didn’t change.

We never liked each other.” I explained.

Although that wasn’t entirely true. There was a time when we could stand each other quite well. That moment lasted for 10 seconds.

“Didn’t like is such an understatement. We hated each other.” Dan added, like the know-it-all he has always been.

For the split of a second I felt hurt sting in my chest, like a mean bee had made it’s way to my heart.

I shook it off and reminded myself that I had hated him too. I still do.

“So I have prepared a few question that we are going to ask each other. I thought they’d be fun or hard to do. It’s basically like the ‘Best friend tag’ just played with your biggest enemy.”

I had written questions on slips of paper and put them all into bowl. I gulped hard as I took the first slip out.

“What’s your favourite physical feature about each other ?” I read out loud.

Why I’m a doing this ?! That’s such a stupid question. Why did I write that down. Oh yeah, because I wanted to know his answer to it.

I eyed him up and down as if I had to search for something decent looking about him. I had spent my whole childhood with him. His chocolate brown eyes, his fluffy hair, or his damn dimples, yes I was well acquainted with those features.

“I guess your face is alright.” I answered nonchalantly, although I was actually sitting on needles. My hands were sweaty and my heart racing. Alright was such an understatement.

“Thanks.” Dan smirked and started to check me out.

I felt his streaking eyes travel over my body. His gaze made me feel vulnerable and insure, just like the shy me back in high school. Dan’s eyes landed on my chest. Although I wasn’t showing a lot of cleavage his eyes were glued to my breasts.

He cheekily grinned.

“I guess my favourite physical feature of yours have to be your boobs.” he told me completely unashamed.

Dan took a last glance at my chest before he said. “Boobs, yeah definitely.”

I rolled my eyes, totally infuriated.

Now it was his turn to reach into the bowl and pick a question.

“We don’t you like each other ?” He read out loud,with his posh British accent that reminded me of our home town.

Well that sounded like a question that could simply be answered, right ? Wrong.

I breathed in deeply.

“Your oh so sweet danisnotonfire ripped all my doll’s heads off in kindergarten.”

I stated jokingly, knowing that it wasn’t a legit argument.

Dan couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the memory. His laugh sounded through my Londoner apartment, it hadn’t changed a single bit.

“Your revenge was to push me into some bushes on the way home, remember?” Dan asked still laughing and I couldn’t help but join in. But things got way too serious way too soon again.

“In primary school Dan told everyone I had a contagious disease and nobody talked to me for a week.” I hissed, remembering all the pointing fingers and disgusted faces my friends made. He has always been mean and I never knew why.

“Wow, I was a genius even back then.” Dan said with a smirk. “Let’s not forget that you poured water onto my lap and told everyone I had wet myself a week after.” His voice sounded hurt. I bet his week wasn’t really amusing either, having everyone thing he still wets his pants.

Well, looks like I wasn’t the nicest little girl either. My actions where always based on revenge though. Never had I ever started one of our fights. I just made sure that Dan wouldn’t run over me completely. Compared to high school those years where the easy ones. Our biggest rivalry hadn’t even started yet.

As soon as we touched the topic we started shouting all of the things we did to each other in high school into each others faces. That list was long and I still hadn’t forgiven him for some of his actions.

We were both in wild rage. If we were not in our twenties I bet we would have already picked a physical fight.

“You embarrassed me in front of my crush.” I shouted, my cheeks flustered.

“He never talked to me again.”

“Oh really ? Because I heard you blew him in the bathroom stall two days later.” Dan spat into my face.

My eyes widened in shock. Sudden disgust filled my veins. Blood was rushing to my cheeks. I evilly glared at Dan who was sitting opposite me now.

“How dare you accuse me of that, you stupid prick. Who the fuck even told you that ?” I hissed,my eyes were formed to slits by now.

“You didn’t ?!” Dan suddenly asked completely surprised and dumbfounded.

I shook my head in disbelief.

“Of course not. You were the one who always told me that I’m a lame prude !” I shouted on top of my lungs. Anger was pulsing through my veins. I should have really named it 'The we hate each other tag’  Yes, I did hate Dan Howell, everybody’s favourite Youtuber.

Dan had grown silent, although I wasn’t done yet. I was way to mad to notice that the camera was still recording. I didn’t notice that the way he looked at me had changed either.

“Do you actually know what hurt me most ? Do you even realize why I actually hated you in high school, Daniel Howell ? It fucking hurt when you kissed me behind the bike shed but invited my best friend to prom.” I wasn’t even screaming anymore. My voice was low and reproachful. Tears were welling in my eyes. I couldn’t believe that I actually, after all those years, opened up and told him.

“It was such a dick move of yours and it hurt so bad.” I whispered tears streaming down my face.

Dan stared at me like a lightning had hit him. His mouth was slightly opened, as if he was searching for the right words to say.

“Wait, you liked me ?!” Dan asked plain panic written all over his face.

“You idiot ! Of course I did, why else would I push you into the freaking bushes?!” I shouted between sobs.

“That doesn’t make sense at all !” He exclaimed, his eyes worriedly flickering to the salty tears that rolled down my cheeks.

“Wait again, so when I kissed you behind the bike shed you actually.. like wanted me to ?” he asked confused. As my hot tears had reached my chin I wiped them away with the back of my hand.

“I had waited for you to kiss me since I knew what kissing was. What for god’s sake made you think I didn’t ?” I confessed for the first time in my life. Damn, yes. I wanted him to kiss me so bad.

Dan started shaking his head. He ran his huge hands through his fluffy brown hair.

“No, no, no. You can’t be telling me that you liked me ?! I still remember when I finally found all the courage to kiss you that day. You had to stand on your tiptoes to reach my face and it was our first kiss ever. I was shaking so hard that I nearly missed your mouth. Afterwards I was so scared. I thought you hated me for kissing you ! I’m sorry, I should have never asked your friend out. I just thought you were way out of my league.”

Dan was totally devastated when he realized what he had done and what future he had destroyed. He buried his head into his hands, whispering “I am such an ass.” again and again.

“Daniel, I would very much enjoy kissing you.” I heard myself say. Seconds later Dan’s head shot up and he looked at me with wide eyes. I shot him an assuring smile before he carefully cupped my cheeks with his large palms. My eyes shot close and then finally he crashed his lips onto mine and set fireworks off in my body. They exploded in my chest and the pit of my stomach, sending a tingly feeling through my inside. I had seen and felt that overwhelming firework before. About 8 years ago, when we kissed for the first time behind the bike shed. Since then I have waited for that sensation to return. It finally did.

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[drawmepretty]

A PAX Proposal - Jacksepticeye x Reader

Summary: Sean surprises you after his panel at PAX with an unexpected proposal.

A/N: Fluffity fluff fluff. I didn’t use any specific gender pronouns.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 857

“Okay, so, that’s all the time we have for questions today, and I wanna thank you all for coming out.” Sean spoke into the microphone, moving away from the podium, and walking to the front of the stage. You were watching him with a smile on your face. You were so proud of him. For the past few years, you had supported him, travelling with him to every event he’d been invited to, and sticking by him through thick and thin. He always told you how much he appreciated what you do for him. Hell, you’d even quit your job so you could move to Ireland to live with him. And you’d decided to make a career out of editing videos. Not just Sean’s videos, but other YouTuber’s as well.

“Just before I leave though, I have one more thing I need to say, or do. So, Y/N, can you come up here please?” Sean said, triggering screams from the audience. You looked up at him, surprise written all over your face. You’d already been told that Mark wanted for you and Amy to go up on stage later for his panel, but you certainly hadn’t been expecting Sean to call you up as well. You awkwardly stood up from your seat, sliding past Ethan to escape the row you had been seated in. With the help of security guards, you make your way up on to the stage, where Sean walks over to you with a smile.

“For those of you that don’t know, Y/N and I have been together for quite a while now.” Sean said, turning to look towards the audience. “And I know what you all must be thinking, how on earth do they put up with my obnoxious yelling and screaming? Well, they’ve been asked that question many times before, and the same answer is always given.” Sean handed you the microphone, for you to give your answer.

“With immense difficulty, he’s very nearly unbearable.” You said, causing laughter to emerge from the audience. Sean made a sound of protest, joking of course, before he took the microphone back from you.

“Anyway… I don’t think I, uh, talk about it enough, or tell you guys enough about this, but Y/N has been the most supporting partner I think I ever could have asked for.” Sean said, now facing you again. “And I honestly don’t know what I’d do without them.” He looked towards the audience. “You guys have no idea how many times Y/N has actually rejected my attempts to be romantic, because I was supposed to be filming.” He put a hand on his hip, giving a fake exasperated look, before throwing his hand up in the air as if he were frustrated. “I mean, who does that?” The audience laughed again.

You were actually getting a little embarrassed. You were rarely ever in the limelight, and Sean didn’t publicly acknowledge you often, respecting your privacy. And one of the questions currently going through your mind was ‘why is he doing this?’ You had no clue where this was going, and hundreds of fans witnessing your confusion wasn’t really helping.

“Y/N already knew who I was, and what I did, when we first got together.” Sean continued his mini speech. “And they knew what would come with dating a YouTuber such as myself. They’ve had their fair share of hate, which I’ve addressed in the past, and yet they still make sure that I’m putting my channel, and you guys, above them, which is something I never asked for, or encouraged. But it’s absolutely insane that they understand how important you guys are, and how they make sure you get what you deserve.”

You spotted Mark walking onstage, walking up behind Sean. You grew even more confused. What was going on? Were they planning some sort of prank?

“Y/N, you’ve put up with so much shite because of me. And I’m so grateful that I managed to find someone like you.” Sean ran a hand through his hair, a clear sign that he was feeling nervous. But what about? You were still completely oblivious. “I, uh, had to ask Wade how I was supposed to do this, as he’s got the most experience out of us when it comes to this sort of thing.” He continued. “And he said to just do what felt right, and so I’m gonna skip the rest of the mushy stuff, and just say it.”

Mark, who was now standing next to Sean, handed his friend a small box, and you swore your heart had skipped a beat. Was this what you thought it was?

“Y/N L/N.” Sean said, getting down on one knee and looking up at you. The sound of his fans screaming was near to deafening, and you could hear the sound of dozens of cameras starting to record. But you couldn’t take your eyes off the green haired dork in front of you.

“I love you Y/N.” He said, opening up the box, and revealing a ring. Your breaths got shorter, all you could think was ‘oh shit’.

“Will you marry me?”

[someonexsomeone]

Haven’t Seen Her

Title: Haven’t Seen Her

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Jacksepticeye x fem!reader

Word Count: 1766 

Summary: Jack has a new girlfriend?

A/N: This story is told as the reader is female. 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

Jack had a new girlfriend. The internet was buzzing, his community talking about it on every form of social media. Who had managed to catch the eye of the sweet, loud, Irish boy? More importantly, how had they not noticed? The clues should have been as clear as day, not to mention all the times he mentioned you.        The first time he mentioned you, it was a passing remark. No one really took notice of it, too occupied laughing and focused on what the Irish man was doing. Smiling, he held up a handful of containers, and a small note with scribbles on it.

       “So, I got my make up here that was so generously loaned to me. (Y/N) put a little list here for me so I knew what order to put them on.”

       The second time was a few months later, when he was doing a new and improved house tour. Not much changed, though it was always entertaining to watch the shaky camera and the happy voice accompanying it.

       “This plant is very pretty. Its not mine though, I’m just watching over it while (Y/N) visits her family.”

       Yet, the fans still didn’t seem to pick up on anything. Sure, there were a few comments here and there about what he had said, but they were buried deep in the comments section, covered by links and click bait ads.

       The third time sparked interest within his community, more and more people noticing your name popping up here and there, casually as if he had already told them who you were. Had he? Or was this a new development?

       “What’s my favourite memory of 2015? Oh, that’d have to be the time a bunch of my friends and I went on a group camping trip. It was amazing. I never really get to hang out with people as much, not that I’m complaining or anything. It was just nice to get away for the weekend. (Y/N) and I had canoed down the river, and almost got lost if it wasn’t for her being smart enough to bring a compass.”

       By now, theories began to pop up. Did Jack get a girlfriend? An old family friend? A neighbour? No one could figure it out, and Jack had given them no clues. People began writing stories, drawing art, trying to guess who you were and what you looked like. It wasn’t until the four incident, when they finally got some clue into who you were.

       “Top of the morning to you laddies. My name is Jacksepticeye!”

       Thousands of people watched in confusion as Jack sat in front of the screen, his face being the only thing seen, awe and confusion on his face as he looked off screen, and not the game that was put in the title. That wasn’t the only thing that was off. The voice of the intro, however, wasn’t his. It was a woman’s voice, melodic and teasing as she practically screamed the line he was known for. Jack laughed, slouching over the table slightly before quickly standing up, only the corner of his jaw seen of his face, whispering something to someone off screen. There was a laugh, then Jack getting pushed back into view of the camera, before the video reset, playing the intro as it should have been, as if nothing had happened. An arm, a hand, and a glimpse of hair was all they got, but it was enough to explode the internet.  

       The fifth incident was different than the others. It was a vlog, nothing too unusual for Jack to do every now and then. However, this time, he stood in front of a hair salon, his green hair faded so much it was practically yellow.

       “Top of the morning to you laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome to another vlog! I know I’ve been doing quite a few of these lately, but this time, I’ve brought you to the hairdresser! Tons of people asked me to show me going to get my haired dyed, and the process of it. And in order to not bore myself. I’ve brought along a friend!”

       There was a cheerful hello in the background, but Jack hadn’t turned the camera, the voice hidden, and the person unknown. Was this (Y/N)? The girl that had started showing up in Jacks videos more and more? The audience waited in anticipation, enjoying themselves already.

       The video continues, Jack doing things here and there, cracking a few jokes and introducing the lady who was dying his hair. However, it was soon obvious whom he had brought with him, as the same name rang out half way through, and a woman walking behind Jack as he filmed himself looking in the mirror. The mystery girl had returned. Fans eagerly watched, hoping to catch another glimpse of her. However, the only thing they got was Jack retelling a joke you had said, or repeating a funny comment while you laughed in the background. It wasn’t until the end, when you were revealed again.

       “Don’t I look soooooo pretty!”

       Jack’s voice was high pitched, hands pulling your hair so it curled over his head, which was partially dyed to match his, as he smiled sweetly into the camera. You laughed from behind him, quickly stealing the camera, and your hair back, from his hands and flipping the camera to filming him. However, the camera had turned to your face, and for a split second, the world saw your face.

       Twitter blew up minutes after the vlog was posted, the hashtag #WhoIsJack’sNewGirlfriend? spread like wildfire, single shots of your blurry face everywhere.

       The sixth mention, wasn’t as much as a mention, but more a video. The video was titled “HAPPY WHEELS CHALLENGE…WITH A GUEST?!?!”, no mention of who it was, or if they had been on a video with him before. Fans spectated the video, starting with the intro, just as it always was. However, the camera was placed differently, so that Jack was completely visible till his waist. His arms were behind him, and two smaller hands replaced them, high-fiving the air beside the camera. Jack laughed as the hand totally failed, but continued to do his intro.        "Top of the morning to you laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome back to…HAPPY WHEELS! I have a very special guest with me today, (Y/N)! And this is a very stupid video we decided to do, because why not?! I’m going to have my arms behind my back, and (Y/N) is going to control the game for me, but she can’t see a thing! Hopefully this wont be a total disaster!“        The video was full of laughs, screams, and Jacks new hands smacking his shoulder several times, which just made them laugh harder. It was hard not to laugh along, especially when Jack kept screaming while (Y/N) tried to do a spike fall. The fans hoped that they could at least see a small view of your face, however, Jacks back and shoulders covered everything that could have been seen.

       The seventh and final instance, was when the truth came out.

       Jack was filming another reading your comments video, a half a year after you were first mentioned. He started the first few as he normally did, a few silly one, a few serious ones with silly answers, and one serious one. And then, the moment of truth.

“Jack, can you please tell us who (Y/N) is? You’ve mentioned her a lot recently, and I know I’m not the one wondering. I’ve seen a lot of these comments recently, and yes, I have seen them and haven’t answered them. (Y/N) is a very special person to me, and I respect her enough not to be forcing her to do things she doesn’t want to do. She enjoys her privacy, and can be shy sometimes, so I don’t want to be forcing her to sit with me on camera, or be constantly filming what we do. When (Y/N) and I hang out, I don’t have to pretend with her. Not that I’m saying I pretend when I talk to you guys, but when I film, I constantly have to make things interesting, keep the energy going. (Y/N) is my rock, and I couldn’t imagine her not being in my life. When she’s ready, maybe she’ll introduce herself to you, but for now, please don’t pressure her into anything she doesn’t want to do. If you haven’t figured it out, (Y/N) is my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for almost eight months now, and honestly I’m so happy. I love her to death, and I hope you guys will love her just as much as I do. Okay, maybe not that much.”

       He ended the question with a giggle, and that was that.              Of course you were mentioned more and more over the course of the year, Jacks face lighting up at your name and the stories he told. He apologized most of the time when a story got away from him about the two of you, but instead if receiving hate or comments that told him they didn’t want to hear stories about you, all the comments were positive. They loved hearing stories about you, about the life Jack had outside of YouTube. As soon as he started mentioning you, others did as well. Mark, Felix, and even Ken mentioned you at least once in their videos, excited for Jack and happy that he found someone to love as much as they had. Mark of course had to be the odd man out and have a whole story on one of his videos, but the fans loved it, laughing about how you got lost at the mall with them and had to huddle next to him until you two managed to find Jack again.        It wasn’t until a year and a half later, when you were finally introduced to the world. It wasn’t a video like most hoped, a picture was what revealed you. Your face wasn’t in it completely, you were turned away, just the side of your face being seen, but Jack was full center. The pictured seemed almost better than a video when everyone saw the smiles on yours and Jacks face as he held your hand up, a ring on your ring finger sparkling in the light, did they realize that they didn’t need to see you to know that you made Jack incredibly happy. And that was enough for them.

[delicrieux]

Requested by  welppotato <3 So, the request was to do a one-shot series type of deal so… Look forward to an unhealthy amount of Sean related stuff (smut included!)

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MASTERLIST.

He was blindly scrolling through twitter, re-tweeting a post here and there before sighing.In a few days he was to leave for a Youtuber convention – and no, it wasn’t because he wasn’t excited to see his friends, he was just tired. Checking a few things online, his eyes roamed back to twitter a confused brow raised at the number one trending topic - #markipliercantdance and #allhailthedancingqueen took the second place.

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[imagineyoutuber]

There was silence throughout the house. Not that it was absolutely rare, but Mark was in his recording room playing some games for his channel. Whenever he was in there, it was amusing to hear his yells of frustration off in the distance. Had he stopped playing? you pondered to yourself. Either way, the unnerving silence got you off of your couch as you walked over to his room.

When you got to the hallway, you saw that the door was open ajar. You peeked your eye through the slit, cautious not to be too loud unless he was actually recording. On a full survey you saw Mark in his chair, sitting off the edge while he looked down at the ground. You began to see his shoulders shaking, and tiny beads falling to the ground. Tears? When you heard him let out a whimper, your protective inhibition got the best of you as you opened the door. 

“Mark?” you asked quietly.

Without a word he reached out for you, hearty tears streaming down his cheeks. When he wrapped his arms around you, he pulled you in abruptly and held onto you so tightly, you could practically feel his pain through his grasp. With his head dug in your chest, he muffled his loud screams while his body shook. You felt absolutely helpless holding him because all you could do was shush him quietly and comb your fingers through his hair wondering what went wrong.

His tears doused your shirt as you held him tightly to your chest. Between broken sobs he would quietly mutter things under his breath, but you could never hear what he was saying. When he said another word, you barely caught it.

Hopeless? Was that what he said?

“Don’t leave me, please. Everybody leaves.”

“What? Mark? Mark, I’m here. (y/n). It’s me.”

While you spoke softly, you watched intently to see if he would look at you. When he did, you made sure to keep his attention as you cupped his chin. The look in his eyes sent shivers down your spine as the dread and pain penetrated deeply, filling yours with concern as you furrowed your brow.

“Mark, tell me what’s wrong.”

At first, it looked as though the message didn’t get through to him. It was as if he wasn’t there, off into a distant place. The thought of him being far away scared you and filled you with that dread you could see in his eyes.

Unsure of what to do, you desperately plead, “Please.”

Somehow, Mark had snapped out of the funk he was in; not completely but enough to truly pay attention to you. You could feel your heart skip a beat out of excitement that you had gotten through to him.

“What happened?”

To be honest, you thought that someone in his life had passed away, something truly devastating. Out of reflex, you felt the need to prepare yourself for what was to come.

“The game,” he whispered distantly.

“What game??”

“Presentable liberty.”

At that point, you could tell you had gotten your Mark back as he sat up a little straighter in his seat. Why had this game had such an effect on him? Sure he was a big softie, but there were only a handful of games that had made him feel this way, if that.

He sniffled a bit and wiped the tears away, cleaning his glasses before putting them back on.

“It was just.. so sad.. so very, very, sad.. and lonely.”

“Why?”

“I was the only one there. I kept getting letters and letters but I could never do anything but read. I didn’t know if these people were real or what happened to them. I-I couldn’t reassure them, couldn’t talk back. There was Mr. Smiley and Charlotte but then s-she…… I felt alone. I was so alone.. I was alone in the game and I’m alone in reality too. I spend my time talking to.. to a camera. I don’t if people even hear me. God, I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore.”

You knew that when he had gotten a little too far from reality, you needed to aid him back with a little push, so you grabbed onto his chin a little tighter, enough to get his attention.

“Hey,” you said sharply, “you’re not alone. You’re never alone. You have me, and every one out there. You see that?” you pointed to his camera. “Behind that screen are millions of people, 8 million people, with you. If that’s not being lonely, then I don’t want to know what is.”

You could tell he was thinking the same thing as the look in his eyes grew softer like the Mark you were used to. The gentle gleam was shining through as he held your hands in his and brought them to his lips to kiss as if to say thank you. 

The room was silent once more, but this time this silence wasn’t unnerving like before and felt more at ease. After you both took some time to reflect, you looked at each other as if to check if the other was alright.

“Was it a good game though?” you asked with a meek smirk.

“One of the best I’ve ever played,” he laughed quietly with a hoarse voice.

The crying had done a total on his voice as it sounded scratchy and deep -well, deeper than it already was. A huge break was deserved for Mark, so you got up from sitting, held out a hand for him to hold and smiled as you said, “Want to go eat some ice cream?”

He looked up at you with an admiring twinkle in his eyes and stood up to stand by your side. Both of you walked out the room and headed towards the kitchen. As if to say that he was finally okay, Mark mumbled under his breath, “But I get a full tub to myself.”

Although little bits of him were coming back, those thoughts obviously weren’t gone forever and that was an intimidating thought to have; but you got your Mark back this time, you could do it again. Who’s to know when this happens again?

-requested by anon-

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[sufferingstarlight]

Do I look like I've moved on? - Amazingphil Imagine

You were running with your dog through London. It was a nice day and Bubble was happy to get out of the house. All was going well, when suddenly Bubble saw something and ran like the wind.

“Bubble!” You screamed, running wildly after your dog. He wasn’t going after a squirrel or another dog, but he had knocked down a human. Bubble was a Saint Bernard, so he was probably crushing that poor man.

“I’m so sorry,” you practically howled as you dragged your monster of a dog off the man. When you pulled Bubble off the man’s face was revealed. You gasped slightly.

“Oh my gosh,” you said in practically a whisper. “Phil!”

Phil was still flat on his back. His bangs hanging in his wide blue eyes. He looked like the wind had been knocked out of him and suspected that it wasn’t just because of Bubble.

“Y/n? Is it really you?” He asked as though he didn’t believe this was real life. You tried to avoid looking in his eyes, and pulled him up. When your fingers touched it was like a shock was transferred through your body.

“Thanks,” Phil mumbled and brushed off his clothes. “I guess Bubble remembered me huh?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. Bubble was waggling his tail happily, staying close to him. “You guys were close after all.”

“So how have you been,” the words came from your mouth naturally, this is what you asked an ex you hadn’t seen in a year right?

“Um,” Phil made a face, he obviously wanted to say not well. “I’m okay, I went on tour, wrote a book.”

“That’s amazing!” You said, genuinely in awe. “I’m so happy for you! You must be so proud of yourself, you’re like famous now.”

Phil shrugged, a faint blush on his cheeks from the compliment. He looked at the ground.

“I don’t know,” he said gently. “There are more important things than fame.” After that statement he looked up and caught your eyes. They were still as beautiful as you remembered and your heart ached.

“Well yeah,” you tried to keep things light. You’d missed him more than you cared to admit, since you had broken things off, and you didn’t feel like diving into those feelings. “But still, you look like you’re doing well, like you’ve maybe moved on.”

“Ha,” his laugh was abrupt. “Try again, does it really look like I’ve moved on?”

You observed Phil. The first thing you noticed was he was wearing the jacket you’d bought him. You remembered his snuggling up in it when he was cold. It was stretched because of how many times he’d zipped the both of you in it to be silly. On his wrist was the friendship bracelet you’d made him for fun. Though it’d been a joke gift he’d kept wearing it, and it was still on his wrist now. His eyes looked weary and sad. His smile wasn’t quite as wide. No, perhaps he hadn’t moved on.

“I don’t know,” you said a bit ashamedly. “I guess not.”

“Look y/n I just miss you so much,” he said gently.

“Phil I-”

“No, it’s fine I know you don’t feel the same I just needed to say it,” he said dismally.

“I was going to say I miss you too,” you said slowly. Phil perked up immediately.

“You do?” he said and his voice cracked a little.

“Of course, you were so amazing and I was so mean to you in the end. I’ve really regretted ever breaking up with you.”

“I have to be dreaming,” he stated.

“No, not dreaming,” you said and kissed his cheek chastely. He beamed.

“Wanna go get coffee?” You asked, and Bubble licked Phil’s hand.

“Yeah,” he grinned.

[captainlillybear]

"I lost our baby" tyler x reader. Please. You're awesome.

A/N: If you’ve never seen Who’s Your Daddy then this probably won’t make any sense.  Also this idea sounded good in my head and I’m not so sure now so I may come back and edit later.

“Hello everybody my name is Markiplier and welcome to Who’s Your Daddy with Tyler and (Y/N).” You both smile and wave at the camera. “Now all of you should know Tyler, if not this is Tyler. Say Hi.” Tyler waved at the camera once more saying hi.

“And this here is (Y/N) Tyler’s girlfriend. You may have seen her in a couple of other videos or heard her in the background and a lot of you guys wanted to see more of her. So here she is!” Mark gestured to you as you waved and said a small hi to the camera.

“Have either of you played this game before?” Mark asked looking across the couch at the two of you.

“I have not, but I have seen clips of you playing it with Jack.” Tyler replied.

“Oh my god you know jacksepticeye?!” You joked dramatically causing Mark and Tyler to chuckle.

“Yes, do you not watch my video’s?” Mark acted upset.

“No I don’t” Mark sulked and made you and Tyler switch seats because he claimed he didn’t want to sit next to anyone who didnt watch his videos.

“But to answer the first question no. I have not played Who’s Your Daddy.” Mark quickly went through the rules of how to play and started up a game, it sounded simple enough. To begin with it was Mark and Tyler as the “Daddies” and you were the “baby”. So far you’d managed to successfully avoid both Mark and Tyler and were attempting to drink the bleach, that was until Mark opened the cuboard door and busted you.

“Found you! You naughty baby. Let’s put you back in your crib.” Mark spoke in a baby voice causing you to huff.

“This game is too hard!”

That’s what she said!” Mark and Tyler shouted together.

“Really guys?” They both giggeld and switched the teams so it was you and Tyler looking for Mark.

“Hey (Y/N). Come here.” Tyler asked you. You left your position guarding the kitchen to head to the bedroom where Tyler was.

“I think this belongs to you.” His character was stood by the desk holding the dildo. You gave him your best uninpressed face you could possibly muster. Mark was chucking to himself obviously pleased that you two were distracted.

“Wait if you’re up here then where’s the baby?”

“Oh… I…. I meant to tell you, I lost our baby.” You turned to face Tyler trying to look as serious as possible.

“Good our baby was a lil’ bitch.” Tyler and Mark collapsed in hysterics so you took the oportunity to run to where Mark was hiding in the oven and winning the game for you and Tyler.

“Wait how did you win?! That’s not fair!” Mark protested still giggling slightly, Tyler had also regained his composure now and lent in to give you a sweet kiss forgetting the camera was there.

“That’s my girl.”

Later once the video had gone up your phone was blowing up with notifications. Looking at Mark’s video you noticed the thumbnail was of you and Tyler kissing.

“I’m going to kill him” Tyler chuckled, looking at the picture over your shoulder.

“Maybe we should have let him win.” You both smile as Tyler leans down to kiss you.

Prompt from this list

Masterlist

[crxnki-blog]

Shy Blue Boy

 Pairing: Ethan x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff !

Summary: Ethan gets super awkward and shy around y/n, so one day she decides to call him out on it

A/N: This is really short, yikes

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Ethan had always treated you differently than everyone else in teamiplier. Ever since you moved to LA two months ago, he always seemed weird around you. He was loud and funny when he was with the guys, and he had no trouble whatsoever making friends and joking with Amy and Kathryn, but when he was a

round you he was quiet and distant. You didn’t understand how such an outgoing boy could act so completely different around one person.

You tried to talk to him. You purposefully sat next to him when you hung out with teamiplier and even tried tried whenever you could to initiate conversation. He was never directly rude to you, but you were beginning to think that he avoided you because he didn’t like you, and you could not have that. Teamiplier is supposed to be a family.

“Hello!” You said cheerily as you entered the kitchen. Ethan was standing next to the stove, quietly drinking a glass of water.

“Hi.” He said, barely above a whisper. You rolled your eyes as you opened the fridge and grabbed a water. You turned back around to see Ethan swiftly walking out of the kitchen. 

“Hey!” You nearly yelled, causing him to stop in the frame of the doorway with his back turned to you. “No, Ethan. Come back here. I’m sick and tired of this.” You said, standing your ground as he turned and walked back to where he stood before. 

“What’s wrong with me? Do I annoy you? Did I do something to offend you?” You asked, slowly walking closer until you were a foot away from him.

He opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for a response. 

“You didn’t do anything.” He said, again, barely above a whisper.

“Then why don’t you like me?” You asked, trying to sound confident and not like it was upsetting you.

“What do you mean?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows together.

“Don’t play dumb. You have no problem hanging out with Mark, Tyler, Amy, or Kathryn. But when I try to hang out with you all you do is ignore me and run away!” You took a step forward. He looked down, refusing to make eye contact.

“You’ve got it all wrong.” He whispered, running a hand through his hair. 

“I don’t hate you..” He took a breath, keeping his head down. “I-I like you.”

Your anger turned into happiness as you smiled widely. You reached forward and grabbed his hand, causing him to lift his head and look up at you. You leaned forward, taking him by surprise as you kissed him on the mouth. He kissed back almost instantly, and you let go of his hand to place yours around his neck. Although, you could tell he had no idea what to do with his hands, so you giggled slightly and placed them on your waist before returning your own back around his neck.

You were the one to pull away, both of you smiling like idiots. His cheeks were a bright shade of pink and his smile was wider than you had ever seen it.

“I like you too” You whispered.

[imaginethatyoutube]

Hi! Can you do a Preference on how Each of the boys (Mark,Tyler&Ethan) would act with a Plus size girlfriend?(:

well of course, honeybee! here we go!

If the reader was plus sized:

Mark:

Mark, seeing you look at yourself sadly in the mirror: (gif)

Mark likes to show you that he can pick you up, even though your plus size. He does it like it’s nothing. He’ll pick you up by the waist and twirl you around before setting you back down and kissing your forward. He makes the above face anytime he sees you looking down on yourself, or if you say something self deprecating. He gets so sad. He thinks your perfect, and that it’s not fair that you got stuck with such self hating thoughts. If you ever want to, he’ll always tag along with you to the gym, so you don’t feel too self conscious.

Tyler:

Tyler (gif): I just … don’t like hearing you talk about yourself like that. Like, why do you feel that way when so many people think you’re beautiful?

Ty’s very big on body positivity, especially when it comes to you, because obviously, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. On the days when you’re feeling good about yourself, Tyler is all for it, showing you off to everyone. Regardless, he’s always proud of his girlfriend and how far you’ve come, because he loves you just as you are. When you’re not feeling so hot, it’s movie nights in with a big blanket and both of your favorite snacks, and comforting words in your ear, as well as worried ones, like the ones above.

Ethan:

Ethan, seeing you messing with your stomach/arms/stretch marks/etc. (gif): Y/N, stop doing that.

Ethan knows a lot about bullying, mostly because of how scrawny he is, and a lot because of his acne. So whenever someone begins to make fun of you, or cyberbullies you on YouTube or other social media, he’ll immediately get angry, and either shoot them down or go on a rant about how people are the worst. You usually have to calm him down, and then he’ll tell you that you don’t deserve it and that there’s nothing wrong with you. He instantly gets sad when you hate on yourself, and shuts you down instantly.

[clumsydweeb]

Crankgameplays(Ethan) x reader

Request - n o. Word Count - lmAO I STILL CANT COUNT Type - super super super fluffy Note: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted :(( I’m pretty busy.

~&~ “Holy shit Ethan, you like someone?” Mark said surprised. “Shut up!” He whines, looking away from him and the camera. “Ethan, this is a total break through– she could be watching this livestream.” “Oh shit-” “Too late! Tell me all about her.” Mark smiled; “Do I know her?” “Uh, yeah?— yeah you do.” “Realllyyyyy what’s she likeeee?” “Uh..” Ethan started; then glanced at the livechat, which was going nuts. “ETHAN OMFGGG” “OUR BBY BLUE BOY IS GROWN UP” “AWWWW” “WHOOOO?!” “TELL US” “PLEASEEE ETHANNN TELL” “Ethan s2g if you don’t fucking tell us I swear to god I will throw my cat out the window.”

Ethan then looked back at Mark. “Well uh–” “Wellllll?” “She’s smart, and– and fun.. and..—” “Pretty?” Mark interrupted. “Beautiful!” He commented quickly, a large smile on his face. “She’s got these eyes that just– and this hair– wow.” Ethan sighed, leaning into the couch, “And her smile?! Ahhh.” He softly chuckled; his eyes sparkled. “Shit dude.” Mark muttered, looking at Ethan with wide eyes, “You’ve got it bad, don’t you?” “Fuck, I do don’t I?” Ethan groaned. “Dude, dude I don’t know, how do I tell her?” “Well, tell me who she is.” “Markkkkkk.” “Ethannnnnnnn.” “Do I have to?” “Yes Ethan, you have too.” Mark chuckled, looking at the webcam and muttering; “Make sure some of you record this~” “Mark!” “Sorry, sorry.” “Alright, ok– ok uh… it’s Y/N.” he muttered softly, crossing his arms, looking away from the camera and mark, a small blush covered his cheeks. “AWWW ETHANNN!!” Mark whined, throwing his hands in the air, all excited, “NO WAYYY! I FUCKING KNEW IT ETHAN!” “Wait!– What do you mean you knew?!” “Dude, have you like, seen the way you stare at her, and how you talk to her, and like, do everything with her compared to everyone else?” Ethan groaned, “She could know!” Mark shrugged, “Y'never know, she might like you back.”

“Hell yeah I do.” You muttered, attacking Ethan from behind the couch, laughing as you did. “y/N?! WHATTHEFUCK?” Ethan screeched as you tackled him on the couch, you both ended up falling onto the floor with a thud. “You’re too cute.” You smiled, softly kissing Ethan’s cheek. “What?– I?– you??–” “Yeah, I like you back.” Your smile grew bigger, “You doof.” “Holy shit really?” “No Ethan I’m just fucking with you.”

::&::

Extended ending

When you both stopped laughing, you looked up to say something to Mark, but instead you found an IPhone, and the webcam both facing you two on the floor, with a very excited mark holding them. “mARK WHAT THE HELL C'MON STOP PLEASE DELETE THAT! STOP THE LIVE STREAM!” “NEVER Y/N” “WHY YOU!”

“”&“”

Heh, I like how this came out. I used quotes from Aladdin bc omfg yes Disney is ma shit.

[imagineyoutuber]

There was silence throughout the house. Not that it was absolutely rare, but Mark was in his recording room playing some games for his channel. Whenever he was in there, it was amusing to hear his yells of frustration off in the distance. Had he stopped playing? you pondered to yourself. Either way, the unnerving silence got you off of your couch as you walked over to his room.

When you got to the hallway, you saw that the door was open ajar. You peeked your eye through the slit, cautious not to be too loud unless he was actually recording. On a full survey you saw Mark in his chair, sitting off the edge while he looked down at the ground. You began to see his shoulders shaking, and tiny beads falling to the ground. Tears? When you heard him let out a whimper, your protective inhibition got the best of you as you opened the door. 

“Mark?” you asked quietly.

Without a word he reached out for you, hearty tears streaming down his cheeks. When he wrapped his arms around you, he pulled you in abruptly and held onto you so tightly, you could practically feel his pain through his grasp. With his head dug in your chest, he muffled his loud screams while his body shook. You felt absolutely helpless holding him because all you could do was shush him quietly and comb your fingers through his hair wondering what went wrong.

His tears doused your shirt as you held him tightly to your chest. Between broken sobs he would quietly mutter things under his breath, but you could never hear what he was saying. When he said another word, you barely caught it.

Hopeless? Was that what he said?

“Don’t leave me, please. Everybody leaves.”

“What? Mark? Mark, I’m here. (y/n). It’s me.”

While you spoke softly, you watched intently to see if he would look at you. When he did, you made sure to keep his attention as you cupped his chin. The look in his eyes sent shivers down your spine as the dread and pain penetrated deeply, filling yours with concern as you furrowed your brow.

“Mark, tell me what’s wrong.”

At first, it looked as though the message didn’t get through to him. It was as if he wasn’t there, off into a distant place. The thought of him being far away scared you and filled you with that dread you could see in his eyes.

Unsure of what to do, you desperately plead, “Please.”

Somehow, Mark had snapped out of the funk he was in; not completely but enough to truly pay attention to you. You could feel your heart skip a beat out of excitement that you had gotten through to him.

“What happened?”

To be honest, you thought that someone in his life had passed away, something truly devastating. Out of reflex, you felt the need to prepare yourself for what was to come.

“The game,” he whispered distantly.

“What game??”

“Presentable liberty.”

At that point, you could tell you had gotten your Mark back as he sat up a little straighter in his seat. Why had this game had such an effect on him? Sure he was a big softie, but there were only a handful of games that had made him feel this way, if that.

He sniffled a bit and wiped the tears away, cleaning his glasses before putting them back on.

“It was just.. so sad.. so very, very, sad.. and lonely.”

“Why?”

“I was the only one there. I kept getting letters and letters but I could never do anything but read. I didn’t know if these people were real or what happened to them. I-I couldn’t reassure them, couldn’t talk back. There was Mr. Smiley and Charlotte but then s-she…… I felt alone. I was so alone.. I was alone in the game and I’m alone in reality too. I spend my time talking to.. to a camera. I don’t if people even hear me. God, I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore.”

You knew that when he had gotten a little too far from reality, you needed to aid him back with a little push, so you grabbed onto his chin a little tighter, enough to get his attention.

“Hey,” you said sharply, “you’re not alone. You’re never alone. You have me, and every one out there. You see that?” you pointed to his camera. “Behind that screen are millions of people, 8 million people, with you. If that’s not being lonely, then I don’t want to know what is.”

You could tell he was thinking the same thing as the look in his eyes grew softer like the Mark you were used to. The gentle gleam was shining through as he held your hands in his and brought them to his lips to kiss as if to say thank you. 

The room was silent once more, but this time this silence wasn’t unnerving like before and felt more at ease. After you both took some time to reflect, you looked at each other as if to check if the other was alright.

“Was it a good game though?” you asked with a meek smirk.

“One of the best I’ve ever played,” he laughed quietly with a hoarse voice.

The crying had done a total on his voice as it sounded scratchy and deep -well, deeper than it already was. A huge break was deserved for Mark, so you got up from sitting, held out a hand for him to hold and smiled as you said, “Want to go eat some ice cream?”

He looked up at you with an admiring twinkle in his eyes and stood up to stand by your side. Both of you walked out the room and headed towards the kitchen. As if to say that he was finally okay, Mark mumbled under his breath, “But I get a full tub to myself.”

Although little bits of him were coming back, those thoughts obviously weren’t gone forever and that was an intimidating thought to have; but you got your Mark back this time, you could do it again. Who’s to know when this happens again?

-requested by anon-

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