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hi i just posted another fic…
i’m kind of ashamed of this one but what’s worse than a badly, kind of weird fic? exactly an unwritten fic.
it’s called ‘one hundred to one, and back again’!!!
today i started uni so i’ll be busier than usual but i want to either write a continuation on FCHEO, on OHTOABA (what is this acronym 😭), write a multi-chaptered ethamyplier fic. or all of them
Looking back at some of these clips, this isn’t good, but I tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Crankiplier Comp Pt. 1
~here’s some smillin’ pumpkin boys for you.
@markiplier @crankgameplays
Ok ok ok, hear me out:
Merman Ethan au
hello friendly reminder, please keep shipping out of the main tags and that includes the u*nnus a*nnus tag as well. Tank
Could you do a fluffy movie night? Love your writing btw
I’m so sorry! for some reason I didn’t see this.
Hope you enjoy!!❤
“Mark!” Said man looked up from his phone towards his boyfriend, who was slowly walking down the stairs gripping what looked to be a movie.
Since Ethan was currently reading the back of it, Mark could read the name of said movie.
‘Us.’
“Isn’t that a horror movie?” Ethan looked up at his boyfriend’s question. He smiled sheepishly. “I heard it was really good.”
Mark nodded in return, watching as Ethan jumped over the last set of stairs and walked over to the CD player, inserting the movie before rushing over to his boyfriend. Pressing himself against Mark, who grinned at him before pressing a kiss to the brunette’s delicate head, his lips tickled by his hair.
~
Mark sighed, picking up the remote to pause the movie when Ethan let out a specifically pathetic whimper. “You okay?” He asked quietly. “Nooooo.” His boyfriend said in response, pushing his head under Mark’s shirt. He couldn’t help but laugh when the mop of the brunette’s hair was shoved past the collar of his shirt.
Soon after his hair moved away, revealing beautiful brown eyes, which shifted to other colors when the light hit them at a certain angle.
“You’re adorable.” Mark muttered pressing a kiss to the boy’s nose. He giggled in response, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. Mark, responsibly, turned off the TV and the lights before grabbing a book that was laying on the coffee table. Opening it to his original spot, he carefully placed it on Ethan’s lower back, who was just beginning to nod off.
Eventually he found himself growing tired too, also it was hard to see with the lights off, Mark supposed he wasn’t even reading in the first place, just listening to his boyfriend’s even breathing. So he placed his bookmark back in it’s place and quietly rested the book back on the coffee table.
Once he did so he couldn’t help but glance back down at Ethan, who was sleeping peacefully. Mark smiled to himself before giving his boy a small kiss on the forehead, making him hum in his sleep.
Mark carefully wrapped his arms around Ethan before sinking lower into the couch. He would definitely have cramps in the morning, but that didn’t matter. As long as he was with this boy, everything was so much better.
“Keep still!”
“How am I supposed to keep fucking still when you keep moving?”
A blurry figure stands before you, you shift away blinking rapidly to get your sight back.
After a couple moments you can see clearly and you realize that it’s not actually one person in front of you. It’s two. Stacked right on top of each other.
The man on the bottom has raven hair which falls delicately in front of his eyes each time he moves. His eyes are a deep pool of brown. Chocolate comes to mind. His skin is a perfect shade of olive, blending in while sticking out against his black clothing, which reads ‘Cloak’.
The boy on top was laughing profoundly, his face going red from the lack of oxygen. On his nose sat a pair of circular glasses, which in your opinion looked mighty good on him. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, although whenever the light hit them at a certain angle they would shift to a green or brown. His hair would be, as most people describe it, brunette. The boy’s skin was pale, most likely having not seen the sun very often, and he was wearing jeans with a light blue shirt that had the words ‘Soft boi’, written across it in white. “Hi I’m Ethan!.”
“I’m Mark.” He said with a sigh.
“And we are open for asks!”
Our First Time in Switzerland
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