#Ethan Nestor fanfic

[emocxnteddie]

Hi! I loved your platonic markiplier fic! I was wondering if you could make something similar but with Ethan? And reader is his trans brother who gets bullied and Ethan teaches the bullies a lesson? <3

!-! Brotherhood !-!

Pair; Crankgameplays/Ethan Nestor x FTM!Reader.[He/Him Pronouns]

Genre; Platonic fluff & angst-ish.

WARNINGS; Swearing, blood, violence, fighting, transphobia, homophobic slurs, bullying.[Let Me Know If More Is Needed.]

A/N - I decided to base this on an au where Ethan is in his last year of high school & M/N is in his second year of high school.

M/N stood in the hallway of his high school, trying not to be seen. He had been relentlessly bullied for the past year for being trans. M/N hated it, always being called names.

M/N's older brother, Ethan was however always by his side. Though Ethan wasn't fully aware of everything, he didn't know his brother was bullied for being trans specifically.

Then one of M/N's classmates, a guy named Derek walked up to M/N along with Derek's minions. "Look! It's the faggot!" Derek laughed as he pushed M/N into the locker.

"Leave me alone, Derek," M/N muttered as he was pushed into the locker. He hated high school, all because of the bullying. Derek didn't stop, of course, he didn't. Derek just continued pushing M/N into the lockers, taunting him.

"C'mon, fag! Fight me! Fucking coward!" Derek laughed and M/N tried to push him off but it wasn't so easy. Then he saw a figure dash towards them, it was Ethan. He had gone to get something he'd forgotten in his classroom when he saw his younger brother being bullied by Derek & his group.

"Leave him alone, you piece of shit!" Ethan yelled as he pushed Derek to the ground. Derek stood up and glared at Ethan. "Why are you defending this homo freak!" Derek said in an angered tone. Ethan spaced out and just swung at Derek, hitting him in the face.

"That homo freak is my brother! So you keep his name out of your fucking mouth!" Ethan yelled as he kept punching Derek until he got enough of it, his fist being bloody and Derek's face being bloody. Derek ran off with his friends, yelling names.

Ethan looked at M/N and laughed. "Sorry, got a little carried away," Ethan said in an embarrassed tone and M/N just laughed along. "Thanks for protecting me, Ethan," M/N thanked his brother and Ethan just ruffled his hair.

"You're my brother, I couldn't let those punks treat you like that, I'm the only one allowed to tease you," Ethan said proudly as he heard teachers. "Oh fuck, gotta run! Catch you back home, bro!" Ethan said as he ran away, M/N just chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah, see you back home, brother."

[blotomical]

A3: Narrow comforts of company [Genloss || alternate ending]

you can also read it on AO3

previous chapter

The trio deals with the aftermath of having massive amounts of adrenaline in their system for days on end. They try not to give in to doubt and despair as they give themselves time to rest.

Word count: 8k

[CWs in tags]

[jo-the-intellectual]

PLEASE I was working on my fanfic and I accidentally wrote “skillet” as “skittle”

I fully blame Ethan Nestor for this 😭

[bee-dot-exe]

So if you guys wouldn't mind, I think it'd be cool, if I can just *motions to the pinned post on my blog*

[candescentdibromoindigodreams]

[franklyshipping]

No-One Is Above A Smile ~ A Markiplier and Ethan Nestor Ego Fanfic

Hello again! This time we're writing from a fab prompt from @coolm456 featuring not just Unus & Annus, but Darkiplier too! This is a fun one, so without further ado LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler

The primary living room of the ego manor was usually very sophisticated, full of leather furnishings, fine mahogany, with a colour scheme of dark browns, reds, and glimmers of gold. Today it was still sophisticated, but there was more of a monochrome vibe filling the room courtesy of the trio using it as their “hangout” space. Dark was in his favourite armchair, scotch resting on his knee as he let himself relax. Annus was reclined on one of the sofas with his eyes closed, a peel-off charcoal face mask in place. Meanwhile, Unus was sat cross-legged on the carpet with about six blankets covering him, and Dark Chica was laying in his lap and boofing softly for tummy rubs. It was an unusual scene for sure, but this time of decompression was much needed for the trio, just to have a little break from the chaos for once. It was mostly silent other than steady breathing, but every few minutes Unus would snort or giggle as Dark Chica spontaneously licked his cheek or ear. At the sound of his giggle Annus smiled subtly, and Dark raised an amused eyebrow.

‘Having fun Unus?’

Dark asked, and Unus grinned. Today he’d swayed away from his stoic side to his more giddy self, mainly due to having Dark Chica’s attention.

‘Yohour dog is the behest!’

He replied, and Dark Chica immediately boofed and licked at his neck, which happened to be a particularly ticklish spot. Unus scrunched up with a giggle as Dark chuckled and Annus rolled his eyes. The elder of the existential pair sat up on his sofa, peeling his face mask off effortlessly as he smirked.

‘I swear you somehow get more ticklish every day.’

‘I do not.’

‘Yes you do.’

‘No I do no–AH!’

Annus’ fingers darted out to flutter at the back of Unus’ neck, coaxing out yet another torrent of giggles which in turn excited Dark Chica more so she licked one of Unus’ ears. The younger man’s cheeks reddened as he batted Annus’ hand, attempting to clear his throat as he glared up at him. Dark bit back a chuckle as he observed, shaking his head lightly as Annus mocked.

‘I hope I didn’t embarrass you.’

‘Annus I swear I will go for your armpits if you don’t shut up.’

‘Oh my, is that meant to be a threat?’

Annus taunted. Unus appraised him, all stretched out without a care in the world. In a flash Unus suddenly darted his hand out towards one of his armpits in a feint, and Annus suddenly lowered his arms to protect himself, letting out a nervous noise from his throat. Annus frowned as Unus grinned at him, giggling and returning his hands to Dark Chica’s belly.

‘That’s what I thought.’

‘Oh… shut up.’

Unus snickered as a slight smile appeared on Annus’ face. Dark rolled his eyes at the pair of them, amazed that two existential beings such as them could be so endearingly ridiculous and wholesome. He sipped at his drink and remarked amusedly.

‘I had no idea you two were getting so soft.’

Annus raised an eyebrow at Dark as Unus gaped, the two replying in tandem.

‘Excuse me?’

‘We are not soft!’

Unus’ particular indignance made Dark snort as he set down his drink, and Annus narrowed his eyes as the shadowy man replied.

‘And yet those tickle spots of yours suggest otherwise.’

Until that point Dark Chica had been flopped fully horizontally and on the verge of a nap, but hearing the word “tickle” from her dad’s mouth made her perk up. Suddenly she was paying attention, but no-one else quite noticed.

‘Those don’t indicate anything of the kind, everyone has them.’

Annus retorted, and Dark sneered.

‘Do they?’

‘Don’t you?’

‘Oh please.’

Dark chuckled, and Unus and Annus shared a blatantly surprised look at the implication. Was Dark… not ticklish? Both of them racked their shared memories, certain that they’d heard somewhere that Dark was ticklish like every other ego in the manor. And yet… the conviction with which he spoke, the casualness, was undoubtedly very convincing. Unus couldn’t help but gape at him, the idea of someone not being ticklish just baffling him.

‘You can’t be serious?!’

‘I’m always serious, Unus. I’m sorry to disappoint you.’

Dark replied with a little grin, internally crowing at himself at the prospect of actually getting away with this. This had to be the most bold-faced lie he’d told in a while, and the idea that it was actually working rather tickled him, if you’ll pardon the pun. Meanwhile, Unus and Annus felt bamboozled, which was a rare thing for the pair. Dark had been the one to educate them on tickling in the first place, but now they thought about it they’d never seen him getting tickled himself. Could it really be true?

Amidst all of this… Dark Chica’s attention darted from the shocked pair, to her smug dad. Despite her being a supposedly “dark” puppo, she was in fact a very good girl and very smart girl indeed. She was taking in the interaction with far more intelligence than you might think – in fact, she was always able to sense when her dad was telling a sneaky lie. She also remembered hearing the world “tickle”… and everything made sense in her belly-rub-loving brain. So, she figured she’d get in on the fun.

In an instant she’d popped up on her feet, and bounded to Dark whilst wagging her floofy tail. Dark naturally reached out to give her some chin scratches, which she let herself enjoy for a few moments… but then to everyone’s utter shock she chomped down (harmlessly) on one of his shins and pulled him out of his chair onto the carpet! Dark yelped out as he landed on his back with a thump, making Unus and Annus bite back laughs.

‘Wha– Chica?!’

Dark looked at her in disbelief – he knew she was playful, but this was a lot! Dark Chica boofed at him and put a paw of his chest so he couldn’t sit up, before looking at Unus and Annus. The silence made it clear that everyone was confused, until the duo watched her start nudging at Dark’s and neck with her wet nose as Dark spluttered. That was when they realised. She was trying to tell them something very interesting indeed, and Dark had realised it too. He let out a casual chuckle, clearing his throat a little as he tried and failed to sit up.

‘Hah, alright Chica alright, we can play just–’

‘Hold on there Dark, I think Chica’s trying to show us something.’

Annus interrupted, a thin grin on his face as he and Unus shared a devious look… before pouncing together and pinning Dark down properly. Dark Chica barked with excitement, her tail wagging as Dark grunted and struggled and let out a number of vague threats… until Unus started fluttering his fingers down the sides of his neck.

‘What have we here?’

‘Nothing!’

‘Are you sure? Chica seems to think it’s something.’

‘Unus, Annus, let me go!’

He grunted, but the wobbly smile on his face made Unus and Annus share another grin. Dark Chica boofed again, and Annus chuckled as he scratched fondly behind her ear.

‘Is your master lying to us, hmm? Is he ticklish?’

Dark’s face reddened as Dark Chica boofed, wagged her tail harder, and licked Annus’ cheek for good measure. That was all the confirmation they needed. Dark let out another series of grunts, gritting his teeth and trying not to giggle as Unus’ fingers kept fluttering.

‘Unus!’

‘Yeah?’

‘D-Desihist this!’

‘Desist what?’

Dark went to speak again, but ended up snorting and chuckling as the flutters snuck behind his vulnerable ears. He tossed his head weakly, his fresh giggles taking all the heat out of his growl.

‘I’ll gehet yohohou fohor thihihis!’

Unus grinned and snickered, whilst Annus leaned over Dark with a twinkle in his eyes.

‘Did you just threaten my other half?’

Dark couldn’t ignore the chill he got down his spine, Annus’ voice echoing a little in his ears. Then before he knew it, a laugh had exploded out of him as Annus’ hands delved beneath his shirt, scratching swiftly at his sides. Dark jerked and twitched, but his hands were pinned beneath Annus’ knees, and he had no chance of freeing them now.

‘Yehehes! Yohohou wohon’t gehet away wihith thihihis, eheither of yohou!’

He exclaimed, trying to maintain some semblance of a tough façade. Unus giggled as Annus smirked.

‘Somehow that doesn’t fill me with dread.’

Annus continued his scratches as Unus’ fingertips zeroed in behind Dark’s ears, tracing the shells as Dark tried to toss his head even more – he was refusing to admit to himself that he was screwed, even though it was so adorably obvious.

‘Dahamnit gehehet ohohoff mehe!’

‘Aww, this doesn’t tickle does it–?’

‘SHUHUT IHIT!’

Unus snickered at Dark’s outburst as he and Annus continued their tickling, Unus’ fingertips now teasing right behind Dark’s earlobes – an utterly maddening tickle spot, by the way – whilst Annus’ thumbs were massaging circles into the dips of Dark’s fleshy sides. All Dark could do was belly laugh and thrash about, meanwhile Dark Chica was sat and watching with a happy look on her face – though occasionally she did playfully nudge Dark’s shirt or lick his face.

‘Sounds like Chica loves that laughter of yours Dark, I wonder if we can make it louder?’

Annus mused, and started squeezing Dark’s sides rapidly to make him cackle – it got so intense that Unus had to abandon his ears to hold his arms as he tugged at them. Unus had Dark in a half hug, giggling as Dark howled with a red face, his eyes flickering with crimson and blue flashes.

‘AHAHANNUS DOHOHON’T!’

‘Listen to that laugh! I think he’s enjoying that Annus.’

‘I quite agree Unus.’

Dark’s laughter was deep and warm as it reverberated around the room, like his mirth was a mighty opera. His hair was quickly becoming dishevelled as he struggled vainly against the tickling (which he was secretly enjoying, but Unus and Annus didn’t need to know that). It had been quite a while since Dark had been tickled so thoroughly, and honestly? It was even more fulfilling than he’d remembered. Though, Dark couldn’t help but kick as the tickles at his sides grew deeper and more intense, his instinct to wriggle free irresistible.

‘UNHAHAHAND MEHE!’

‘Why should we do that?’

‘BEHEHECAUSE IHI SAHAID SOHO!’

‘Hmm, I suppose that is an option…’

Annus remarked. Then Unus grinned and piped up.

‘Maybe if you admit how ticklish you are we’ll let you go.’

Dark’s lips parted in shock. The audacity of the demand was one thing, but the embarrassing nature of it was what really took the damn biscuit!

‘I would be amenable to that. What do you say Dark, will you confess?’

Thankfully Annus eased up on the tickling for a moment, allowing him to catch his breath, before he spluttered his indignant response. As if Dark would give in so easily!

‘Absolutely not!’

Dark started kicking again in an attempt to escape, though the existential duo didn’t miss the smile he was wearing – the fun of the whole thing was obvious, and they were happy to keep playing. Unus laughed as he hugged Dark’s torso again to try and keep him down as Annus resorted to grabbing at Dark’s legs, his hands gripping his knees and squeezing them… which drew out the most colossal shriek from Dark. There was a moment of silence as everyone looked at each other. Unus grinned, Annus raised an eyebrow, Dark Chica boofed, and a wobbly smile appeared on Dark’s face as he cleared his throat.

‘Annus.’

‘Oh dear, what’s this?’

‘Annus, my friend–’

‘I think I know just how to persuade you.’

‘Annus wait I–AHH! NOHOHONONONO NOHOT THEHEHERE!’

Dark was a hysterical mess in seconds. Gone was any semblance of the smart elegance which hung from his figure every day, for here now he was merely a man whose kneecaps were ticklish as hell. Annus was delightedly squeezing them, pinching them, rubbing them with his thumbs and forefingers as Dark cackled and jerked. Meanwhile Dark Chica had started barking along excitedly and doing tippy-tappies, happy to see her dad laughing this hard. Unus giggled along, giving Dark’s arms a squeeze.

‘I think you’ve got his sweet spot.’

‘Mm so do I, I wonder if he’s considering a little confession yet?’

‘It’s hard to tell, I think we keep this up for a few minutes.’

‘Fine by me.’

And so they did. Five minutes objectively is not such a long time, unless you’re being tickled of course. Then it might as well be five centuries! Dark was helpless as his knees were tickled within an inch of their life, his suit trousers offering no protection as misty grey tears built in his eyes. Eventually he knew he had to do it. He had to admit defeat, though it pained him to even think of it.

‘THIHIHIS IHIS TOHOHORMENT!!’

‘It doesn’t have to be a torment, you know what we wish to hear.’

‘YOHOHOU AHARE EHEVIHIL!!’

‘I shall take that as a compliment.’

Annus smirked as Dark let out yet another howl of laughter… before he finally conceded.

‘ALRIHIGHT ALRIGHT IHIHI’M TIHICKLISH DAMNIT IHI’M TICKLIHIHISH!!’

Unus and Annus shared a satisfied grin, before they released him carefully from their tickly grip. He remained on the carpet, and slowly rolled into his side and tucked his knees up to his  chest as he panted. He closed his eyes for a few moments, his smile lingering as he felt himself start to calm down. When he opened his eyes, and before he could say a word, he was greeted by Dark Chica lying by him on her belly. She licked his cheek, and he huffed fondly.

‘You were absolutely no help.’

She boofed happily and licked his nose, making him laugh as he sat up – naturally she flopped in his lap, earning her some affectionate belly scratches as her tail thumped rhythmically on the floor. Dark looked between Unus and Annus, his eyes narrowed yet warm.

‘You’re both lucky I value our friendship.’

‘And we value yours.’

Annus replied as Unus grinned, before sitting close so he could scratch behind Dark Chica’s ears softly. Dark smiled lightly as he and Annus shared another look… and Dark was surprised to see Annus’ expression turn soft.

‘It’s endearing.’

‘What is?’

Dark asked. Unus and Annus shared another look, and Unus replied.

‘To know you’re as ticklish as the rest of us.’

Dark huffed and rolled his eyes, but nevertheless felt the warmth of the sentiment the existential pair exuded as they all sat there together. It didn’t take long for them to get comfortable in the soothing room with countless blankets, with the sweetest (and most attention-seeking) puppo in existence. They were a dark group indeed, right to each of their cores… but even so, there was no-one there who was above a smile.

WOOOO HOPE YOU LIKED THIS FIC (SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE!) LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOO LUV YOUS!!

[dinofromspac3]

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[themadhalewrites]

I'm Sorry

Fandom: Real People

Character/s Included: Ethan Nestor and Reader

Word Count: 303

When you arrived at Ethan’s apartment you had thought you had mentioned to him that you were coming over and since you were frequently at his house you just walked in. 

You began looking around the rooms in the entry way for a sign of Ethan but when you didn’t see him in the lounge or the kitchen you decided to check the only other place he could be, his recording room. 

Wandering down the hallway, you trailed your hand against the wall you listened for vibrations through the wall.

Arriving at his recording room you pushed the door opened slowly hoping no noise was created. When he looked up you realized it did so you started apologizing “Sorry Ethan. I didn’t mean to disturb you”

While he was replying to you he kept an eye on chat since instead of recording he was streaming, “It’s okay,  I’ll finish up and be out”

When you nodded he turned his attention back and was met with the chat messages being filled with;

‘Did he just sign?’

‘Whoever is there he’s happy’

‘What did he say?’

Instead of answering questions he simply said,  “I’m so sorry guys I have to go a friend of mine just came by. I might stream tomorrow guys.  For now let’s raid (enter a streamers name)”

Clicking the host button he waited for it to transfer before logging off his computer and leaving his recording room. 

Walking out to the lounge he tapped you on the shoulder, “I didn’t know you were coming over Y/N, sorry” he signed.

You laughed softly before signing back, “it’s not your fault I forgot to tell you”

“Movie?”

“Video Games please”

He didn’t need to sign okay he just smiled before grabbing the gaming controllers so you both could play a video game together.

[mult1tude]

prompt: ethan invites you to go on a last minute late night drive. soft & fluffy pronouns: gender neutral words: 920

“are we all ready?” ethan queried, gripping the steering wheel of his car as he admired you giddily jumping into the passenger seat. you nodded with a huge grin, not being able to speak over the crumpling of the snack packaging as they rolled around on your lap as you attempted to buckle your seatbelt.

a soft exhale in the form of a laugh exited ethan’s lips as he grabbed the snacks in an attempt to aid you. “let me help you there, pumpkin.” those words made your cheeks burn a deep fuschia as you finally managed to buckle the seatbelt in it’s place. you fluttered your eyelashes and allowed your eyes to drift over to ethan who was still entranced by you and staring at you lovingly, admiring you. he was biting on the inside of his lip as he made an effort to hide the smirk that was dancing it’s way onto his face.

“what?” you gingerly asked, averting your gaze for a moment so your heart could finally beat at a normal pace. he leaned in close, brushing his fingers through your hair as they trailed down your face before he inevitably ended up cupping your chin. “nothing,” he gently replied before placing a delicate kiss on your lips. ethan pulled away, lingering in you presence before he continued to speak, “you just look so pretty tonight.” your stomach erupted into an explosion of butterflies - you didn’t know that he could make you feel more blissful than you already were.

“let’s get going then,” he quietly instructed, his eyes remaining on your face for just a second more before he had to pay attention to the midnight shrouded road. ethan edged his hand onto your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as he pulled away from the gas station and onto the desolate road which was blanketed under a navy hue. concrete buildings and swaying cedar trees enclosed the somewhat rural road. it almost would have been eerie if it wasn’t the route the pair of you didn’t reguarly take; one that took you to a quiet and concealed spot that overlooked l.a.

you opened the glovebox and rummaged for a few seconds before you found what you were looking for: ethan’s cd he had burned a playlist on for the both of you. it consisted of your favourite songs, his favourite songs and songs that reminded you of eachother and made your heart flutter. as a matter of fact, it was an anniversary gift he had assembled. he was filled head to toe with anxiety, hesitant to give it to you as he thought you would think it was stupid, soppy or anything in between. needless to say he was thrilled when you started to tear up and told him how much you loved it.

you’d been jamming to the music, and driving in the darkness for about twenty minutes now and you’d almost ate all of the snacks between you. ethan’s giggles filled the car as your poor attempts at trying to throw the food into his mouth resulted in there being hundreds of malteasers hiding in the crevices of his seat and all over the floor. “y/n! you’re so bad!” he breathed out, almost struggling to breathe from laughing too hard. “look i’m trying okay! maybe it’s not me who’s bad maybe it’s you who needs to get better at catching,” you jokingly retorted, shaking the malteser packet in your hand as you were preparing them for the next throw. ethan threw his head back onto the headrest as he continued to succumb to hysterical laughter.

you poked your fingers into the bag and ate a few maltesers yourself between giggling; hearing ethan laugh flipped a switch in your brain and instantly made you do the same, even if the situation wasn’t funny. it was evident that having a laughing fit was starting to become bittersweet as he scrunched his nose and clutched his stomach as he made whiny noises. “y/n why must you cause me so much pain!” he jokingly teased as he exhaled, forcibly trying to calm himself down. he even managed to wipe a single tear which was beginning to cascade from his eyes.

before long, ethan had pulled into a grass pathway. the vehicle rocking back and forth as it crunched over sticks and the uneven landscape. “strap in y/n! it’s getting a little rocky!” he exclaimed in his goofy voice. you watched him as he concentrated on the dimly lit pathway ahead of him, his tongue slightly poking between his lips as a result. due to the bouncing, multiple maltesers which hadn’t melted were now rolling around and were knocking against yours and his feet. a few even rolled from his seat and pummeled the gear stick. again resulting in another giggle fit.

ethan was now pulling up towards the edge of overlook, being cautious not to park too close to the edge. the sight that sat before you was breathaking despite the fact you’d seen it multiple times. the contrast been a bustling l.a during the day, and how quiet it got during the night was beautiful. you loved seeing all of the twinkling lights. “the view is almost as beautiful as you are pumpkin,” ethan spoke affectionately. your eyes glanced over to see that big goofy grin you are so in love with. “i love you ethan.” you shyly spoke before ethan’s cheeks burned just like yours did only an hour ago. “i love you too, y/n.”

[flowerboyethan]

Goodnite Socialite

Chapter 2: “People Like Confidence”

A month had passed, as well as the anxious episode. Not entirely, but enough to no longer be on the edge of tears. I was proud of myself to finally dull down the voice. Again, not entirely gone, but not as bad, and I could ignore it most days.

I had a lot to do today, mostly grocery shopping. I usually shopped online, but I was doing what Mark told me to do; change up my routine. It was true I had been cooped up in my house for weeks, never going outside unless I took Spencer on a walk. Besides, the late-September Californian sun felt good on my face.

I wore a smile as I locked my car outside Westfield, one of Los Angeles’ many outdoor malls. Head held high, I slipped on my sunglasses, making my way towards the entrance, patting the grocery list in my pocket.

The mall was busy, as it always is, but it didn’t seem to bother me for once. Everyone was out to beat the heat, buying pool toys or fans, little kids throwing fits after dropping their ice cream cones.

Ice cream. It’s been awhile since I treated myself.

‘Later,’ I thought to myself, walking into Gelson’s.

I had planned out dinner for the week, mostly consisting of different pastas. I felt as if meal prep would keep my motivation high and help improve my cooking. Besides, I was getting tired of only eating microwaved meals.

I checked off several things from my list; noodles, tomatoes, avocados, spices, lunch meat, ground beef, etcetera, etcetera. Pretty soon, my list was completely crossed off, my cart full.

A strong scent of faux cinnamon hit me as I passed an isle near the cash registers. The Halloween isle. Halloween was next month, no way I’m missing out on a little sightseeing. I turned my cart, taking in the smell. Skeletons, pumpkins, bats, and ghosts hung on racks or sat on shelves, some creepy and some cute. I picked up a gravestone, the words “here lies a witch of Salem” etched into the Styrofoam.

Salem. I hadn’t thought of her in so long. I did my best to block out that embarrassing interaction from my memory. Sure, she’d pop into my head occasionally, mostly thoughts of her eyes. And her smile. And the way she’d say my name.

I pushed away the gravestone. I couldn’t think about her, I wouldn’t let myself fall. I proceeded to the checkout.

As I pushed the cart to my car, I passed the ice cream shop, the smell of waffle cones and hot fudge wafting through the air. I gave in. I had the time, no need to record until tonight.

The shop had cleared out almost completely once I got back, just a short line. I ordered a cookies n’ cream waffle cone, paid, and turned to head out, only to be stopped by a familiar, singsong voice calling my name.

In the corner, sat next to the window, was Salem. She wore her wavy hair in space buns, tied with white and red ribbons, along with the biggest smile on her face. She waved me over, patting the seat across from her.

My heart started to pick up it’s pace, my hands instantly sweaty. I hadn’t seen her in so long, nor had I even planned to.  Now, she sat ten feet away from me, wanting my attention. I couldn’t say no, it would be rude, but I wanted to leave more than anything.

Yet, there was a part of me dying to talk to her. I hadn’t heard her say my name in so long, it wouldn’t hurt to talk to her for a bit, right?

I walked over, but before I could sit down, she jumped into my arms, hugging me tightly.

Salem was hugging me.

“I haven’t seen you in so long, Ethan!” She beamed, pulling away, squeezing my arms. “Please! Sit!”

I obeyed, returning her cheerful smile. “How have you been, Salem?”

“Marvelous as always, my dear Ethan.” I melted at the way she spoke. “I live for this type of LA weather, how about you?”

I shrugged, taking a bite of my waffle cone. “I’m from Maine. I’m still not fully used to the heat, ya know?”

She leaned her head in her hand. “Maine? What’s it like there?”

“Not warm around this time of year.”

She chuckled. “I bet!” Her smile faded a bit. “How are you, though? Are you still going through that anxious episode, if you don’t mind me asking?”

I waved her off. “Oh, I’m fine. It passed a few weeks ago, I’m just trying to get into a healthier routine, now.”

She reached for my hand. “I’m glad you’re doing okay, then. No friend of mine is allowed to be sad under my watch. No, sir!”

My eyebrows furrowed. “You consider me your friend?”

She gasped softly, placing a hand to her chest. “Well, of course I do! Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because of some particular embarrassing thing I said to you the first time we met.” Her head tilted. Did she really not remember? “The whole ‘making eyes at me’ thing? That was pretty much our whole interaction.”

“Oh!” She waved me off with her ice cream spoon. “Now, I don’t dwell on that, it was a simple misunderstanding. I do dwell on the fact that you are so sweet and adorable. Isn’t that all that matters?”

I nearly choked on my ice cream. Amy was right, she was so flirtatious. Too flirtatious. Was she still dating Cherry?

I nodded anyway. “I suppose that all that matters. Thank you for not teasing me about it.”

“I would never!” Her phone pinged inside her overalls pocket. She looked down, giggled, and pulled it out to answer the text. Her smile slowly formed into a smirk, her eyes meeting mine.

I gulped. “What?”

“Are you free tonight?”

“What?”

“Are you free tonight?”

Was she asking me out? I shrugged. “It depends. Why?”

She shifted in her seat, leaning on her arms. “I’ve been invited to a party. And as a socialite, I must go. Would you like to be my plus one?”

I shoved the rest of my ice cream cone in my mouth. “What about Cherry?”

“She has several deadlines to meet, her new collections come out in a month. She can’t afford to go out right now. So, what do you say?”

Was everything I had to do tonight that important? I had a video prepped for tomorrow, but was it worth recording one more on top of the two I already needed to do? Was it worth putting off going to some party filled with rich people who would most definitely judge me?

I started rubbing the back of my neck, avoiding her eyes. “I don’t know, Salem. I’m not really the big-celebrity-party type.”

She reached for a napkin from the dispenser, taking out a pen from her purse. She scribbled down her number, folding and slipping it into my shirt pocket. “Call me if you change your mind, preferably before nine.” She stood up. ‘Where’s your car? I’m parked in lot A.”

“Lot B, sadly,” I stood up with her. “And, yeah! I’ll let you know.”

“Perfect! I’ll see you tonight.” Salem reached up, ruffling my hair. “Bye, Ethan!” She called over her shoulder.

I ran my hand through my hair, watching her skip out of the shop. She was so confident that I’d go with her to the party. Confident in general, really. How confident must one be to just ruffle a near-stranger’s hair? To immediately befriend said near-stranger?

I didn’t want to fall for her. I refused to. I couldn’t afford the heartache.

Besides, she said it herself, she’s a socialite. Didn’t that mean she’s rich? I didn’t want to be associated with rich snobs so why would I accept her offer? I couldn’t accept it; it’d go against everything I stood for.

――――

I sat on my couch that night around eight o’ clock, my hands folded against my mouth, staring at the napkin with Salem’s number on my coffee table. How long had I been sitting there? I don’t know. I managed to fit in a video before this, but that seemed to be hours ago. 4 times I’ve pick up my phone to call her, only to set it back down.

Why was this so hard? It’s only a party. For rich people. Filled with expensive taste and fake emotions. I’d be so out of place. Not to mention surrounded by everyone ten times better than me. And Salem, an expert in the scene, how would she feel to be seen with a loser such as me?

She’d love every moment with you, the voice said.

Not self-deprecating for once.

I sighed, picking up my phone for the last time, typing in her number. I began to pace as the dial tone sounded, Spencer perking up as I passed him. My anxiety increased as the seconds ticked by without an answer. Finally, someone unfamiliar picked up.

“Hello?” A deep, male voice answered.

My heart dropped to the floor. Was it a fake number? “Is this Salem’s phone?”

“Who is this?”

“E-Ethan? Salem gave me her phone number and-”

“Oh, hello, Ethan.” The tension in the man’s voice dropped. “Salem-”

I heard a rustling through the phone, a few yelps, then Salem’s voice.

“Ethan!” She cooed. “I knew you’d call.”

“Hello, Salem,” I fell into the couch as I heard her voice. “Who was that?”

“Oh, just my uncle. He answers my phone sometimes, only for unknown numbers to intimidate them.”

“Consider me intimidated.”

She giggled.

“So, uh,” I got up and started pacing again. “I called to ask if you still want me to go to that party?”

“Yes! Oh, you won’t regret it!”

“Is there a dress code? ‘Cause I have no idea what to wear.”

“Just wear something nice!”

“Like, a tux?”

She laughed. “Not quite. Would you like help?”

“Desperately.”

“I’ll send you my address so you can head over. Not to be rude, but I’m sure I’ll have more stuff for you to try on.”

“I take no offense because you are absolutely right.”

She laughed again. “I’ll see you soon, then. Drive safe!”

“Bye!” I hung up, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Spencer!”

He popped up from his spot on the couch.

“I’m going to a party.”

[almanacrat]

Friend of a Friend

Ethan Nestor (CrankGamePlays) x femReader

Summary: Ethan meets Mark’s sister for the first time, but doesn't know it’s her.

Warnings: Swearing

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Y/n and Mark loved to go to Comic Con. At first it began with Mark dragging Y/n along, but as she delved into the fandoms that were enveloped into the event, she began to love it.

As Mark grew more and more famous every day, people began to recognize him on their annual outing to the convention. Eventually, Y/n and Mark would get separated. Today was no different. The two had started together, but got separated fairly quickly. Y/n didn’t mind, though; she knew it made him and many others happy. 

An hour passed, and Y/n still saw no sign of Mark. Usually they had reunited by this time, but she didn’t sweat it. Ethan, one of Mark’s friends, was supposed to meet him at the venue. 

Y/n had never actually met Ethan in person, but over the screen he seemed really sweet. She always thought he was cute, too, but she would never tell Mark that. Mark had always been an overprotective brother, shielding her from any harmful thing he could. That included his friends. He never introduced Y/n to his friends, though he would brag on them day and night. He spoke about them in so much depth that Y/n practically felt like she knew them. 

Y/n wandered around the booths which were adorned with decor from many different comics and video games, admiring the dedication put into them. 

“Hey, your shirt is really cool.” A voice spoke and snapped Y/n out of her thoughts, complimenting her vintage Friday the 13th T-shirt. 

Y/n looked toward the direction of the voice and immediately recognized its owner. It was Ethan Nestor. He seemed extremely nervous and shaky, and Y/n wondered if he was always like this.

“Oh, thanks. I like your bracelet.” Y/n complimented the woven blue bracelet around his wrist.

“Th- thank you.” Y/n smiled at him and began to walk away, but Ethan grabbed her attention again, “And you’re uh- you’re really pretty too. I just wanted to tell you that.” He stammered with wide eyes. “I’m not trying to be creepy or anything, I’m really not, it’s just that-”

“It’s okay. I know you’re not trying to be creepy; I’ve heard that you’re a really great guy.” Y/n placed a hand on his forearm, hoping to calm him down. 

Y/n then realized what she had said. She hoped it didn't sound weird or ominous since Ethan didn't know her, and he probably didn’t even know that Mark had a sister.

“Who told you that?” Ethan asked with curiosity.

“Oh, you know. Friend of a friend.” Y/n smiled, then walked in the other direction, hoping to find Mark. 

What Y/n didn't know was that Mark was only a few yards away, standing at the booth he met Ethan at, and though Mark totally missed the whole interaction, Amy certainly did not. She thought the whole interaction was adorable, as she could see what a blushing mess Ethan was. 

“Hey, Mark?” Amy nudged Mark, drawing his attention toward her.

“Yeah?” His response came.

“I think you should introduce Y/n and Ethan.”

“Why? She already knows who he is. She sees him in my videos, and I think she watched his videos.” Mark hurriedly dismissed the idea. 

“But I think they would be cute, I mean, you should've seen the way he looked at her.” Amy got so caught up in playing matchmaker that she failed to realize she had spilled the secret she was attempting to keep from Mark.

“Wait, wait, wait. Back up. The way he looked at her?” Mark exclaimed, and Amy stayed silent before he asked, “Amy? What happened?”

“Okay, so Ethan might have just met Y/n, but he doesn't know she’s your sister. I know how you feel about her meeting people and her safety and all that, but can I just say that it was really cute? Eth was doing that whole blushy shy-boy thing he does when he likes someone and-” Amy quickly explained, but realized she shouldn't have told Mark about Ethan acting like he liked her.

“What?!” Mark was outraged. 

The rest of the day was not going to be pretty.

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This is my first Ethan fic so I hope you guys like it :)

Also if you want to see a part 2, let me know

[offbrandqueer]

Check out chapter 2 of I'll Be Home For Christmas on my Wattpad: https://my.w.tt/UiNb/IidUZJljPI

[schlattsdoll]

u should totally write some headcanons for eef's kinks :)

daze this is for u

i feel like ethan wouldn’t mind being called daddy but it’s not at the top of his list either

i can’t explain it but i feel like ethan is a switch with a dom lean, so if you switched it up he wouldn’t be mad

the most degrading you’ll get out of this boy is him saying something like “awww my dumb little baby, you look so pretty on your knees for me.”

he’s not vanilla by any means but he’s a little afraid of doing anything that could hurt you

absolutely loves when you give him head, he’s just constantly spewing praise your way

he can definitely be a mean dom, but it takes either a stressful day or a lot of bratting to get him there

loves having his hair pulled