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3 rules (Tythan fanfic)

(I decided to post this on here and not just the link from my Ao3 )

Summary:

#1 was the easiest. It didn't mean anything. They weren't together. He didn't expect Ethan to be exclusive to him, and he couldn't expect Tyler to be. Ethan almost looked hurt when Tyler had said it, but any sign of sadness was gone as quickly as it came. He nodded and asked Tyler what the second was.

#2 took a minute for Tyler to think of. "You can't get upset if someone gets in a relationship." he said. There was an unsaid "obviously. we aren't even together." in the air. It was implied.

#3 bit like a knife, it hurt the most out of all of them, for some strange reason. "Nobody can know. I don't want people finding out and thinking I'm... you can't tell anybody."

If there was one thing Tyler wished he could take back, one single moment he could change in his entire life, it would be the night he ended it with Ethan.

He walked through the park, hood pulled up, trying to ignore how drenched he was from the rain as he thought about it, about the last few months.

Feelings were never supposed to be part of it, that was rule #1. #1 of 3. They weren't exclusive. Nowhere near it. To be exclusive required a relationship. and Tyler and Ethan were not in a relationship. They were just friends, pure and simple. What they did when they had a little too much to drink had nothing to do with it.

At first, the rule seemed unneccesary, it was a precaution at best. It wasn't like Tyler would ever actually get feelings for Ethan, and there was no way Ethan liked him. The way he looked at Tyler didn't mean anything. To assume there was anything more than friendship between the two would be insane.

The first time it happened, it was almost an accident. Mark had just left with Amy, as he was far too drunk to drive himself home, and Ethan and Tyler sat at the bar, continuing to joke. Ethan said something about not wanting to puke on his bedroom floor when he finally stumbled home, and Tyler said the answer was obvious, they just needed a hotel room.

Ethan kissed Tyler first, something about the way he looked under the yellow light outside of the motel room was just too beautiful. As soon as Tyler came back with the key, and logic went out the window. He was pulling Tyler to him, standing on his tiptoes to close the height difference. The motel room door was flung open, slammed shut just as quickly as Tyler pressed him against the door, kissing him without hesitation.

That night was a blur of lips against lips, skin on skin, the sweetest moans he'd ever heard.

The next morning, though, he remembered waking up with his arms around someone else, his head nuzzled in the crook of their neck. He smiled into the warm skin, too tired to think about what he was doing. "Morning" Ethan said.

He remembered falling out of bed, the cheap carpet scratching his back. He remembered the way Ethan sat up, looking over at him. His eyes were so wide.

"Did I do something wrong?" Ethan asked quietly. He didn't know how to reply.

It as a regular occurance after that, looks when Mark's back was turned, kisses when the lights were off.

"We need rules." It was the third time this had happened, the third morning Tyler had woken up in the same bed as Ethan, the third motel. The overall shock of it had worn off by now. when he went out drinking, the morning after was as expected as the hangover was.

#1 was the easiest. It didn't mean anything. They weren't together. He didn't expect Ethan to be exclusive to him, and he couldn't expect Tyler to be. Ethan almost looked hurt when Tyler had said it, but any sign of sadness was gone as quickly as it came. He nodded and asked Tyler what the second was.

#2 took a minute for Tyler to think of. "You can't get upset if someone gets in a relationship." he said. There was an unsaid "obviously, we aren't even together." in the air. It was implied.

#3 bit like a knife, it hurt the most out of all of them, for some strange reason. "Nobody can know. I don't want people finding out and thinking I'm... you can't tell anybody."

Tyler remembered seeing the pain in Ethan's eyes, in that moment, he couldn't hide it. They both looked away.

And so it went on, their affair. The secret nobody knew about. Nobody had to know, so why would they? They were good, they were happy, they were just fine being a secret.

And then, one night, it all went to hell.

It was so stupid, he'd overreacted and he knew it. They were all on the couch, (all being Amy, Mark, Tyler, Ethan, and Kathryn) watching some cheesy movie. Ethan was sprawled out on the couch, his head resting on Tyler's shoulder. It was an innocent enough pose, sure, but Mark was still sending him weird looks every few minutes. It was obvious that Ethan had been drinking that night, he was sleepy and giggly, like he always was hen he'd had a little too much.

And then, he did it. He did what he'd been wanting to do since the first night, at the bar. No, he'd wanted to do it for so much longer. Ethan looked over at Tyler, sat up as much as he could while still leaning on his shoulder, and kissed him.

Mark was the only one in the group who'd seen it, but it didn't matter. Amy and Kathryn knew something had happened when Tyler jumped up, knocking Ethan onto the floor. He stood up as quickly as he could, eyes wide.

"Tyler, I-I..." he stuttered, swallowing quickly. He couldn't think of what he could even say.

"Don't be weird, Ethan. we're friends, just friends. You know that. I'm not gay." He spat out the last word like it was acid.

He could hear Ethan collapse as he tugged his shoes and coat on, hear Amy and Kathryn try to comfort him. Mark was yelling at Tyler, running out after him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he shouted, chasing Tyler while he walked away.

"What's wrong with me? what about Ethan? What's wrong with Ethan?" He snorted.

"Are you fucking blind? Don't you see the way he fucking looks at you? Did you honestly not fucking know?" Mark yelled, grabbing Tyler's shoulder.

"Know fucking what, Mark?" he asked.

"He loves you, dipshit. Are you that blind?"

It felt like the ground got pulled out from underneath him. No, it felt like the earth just disappeared.

His rules flashed through his mind. The pain in Ethan's eyes.

"did I do something wrong?"

He'd sounded so innocent when he asked that, so vulnurable. And all the sudden, he knew why.

He'd made his way back to the apartment as fast as he could, but it as too late, and he knew it.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Video Blogging RPF, youtube - Fandom, markiplier - Fandom, CrankGameplays - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mark Fischbach/Amy Nelson, Ethan Nestor/Tyler Scheid, Ethan Nestor/Original Character(s) Characters: Mark Fischbach, Ethan Nestor, Tyler Scheid, Amy Nelson, Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Victorian, Dubious Consent, Unhealthy Relationships, Past Relationship(s), Past Character Death, Past Child Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Ambiguous Relationships, Dysfunctional Family, My First Fanfic Summary:

An icy chill hung in the air as Mark stood before the door to his twin brother’s home.

The door in front of him looked every bit as unpleasant as the man to whom it belonged. Over time the black paint had worn away, due to repeated exposure to the elements, the wood of the door itself had begun to splinter at the edges where it met the doorframe, and when combined with the rather unpleasant rest of the house, it could not have looked less like a place one would wish to spend time. But to Mark, the house’s intimidating exterior matched his brother perfectly.

Okay so this is the first fanfic I haven written in a long time. I used to be super into writing but I just kinda stopped and I've wanted to get back into it for like a year now! So I finally pulled myself together enough to write the first chapter of this new story, and I'm actually pretty proud of it, so it'd be really cool if anyone could give it a quick read and maybe subscribe if you want ><

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From my tythan fic...

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Currently in a writing mood..

But i'm unoriginal and cant think of any ideas at the moment. I usually write fanfics, so if anyone has a request or any ideas. Please send them my way lmao.

Also, if i don't know the ship or person, i'm sorry ):

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Tythan

So on our way home from Markiplier's You're Welcome Tour, @thelordeustace said we should write something, like a fanfiction or whatever, and then I started typing and this is what I wrote:

It was late. Very late. Normally Tyler and the rest of the gang could stay up for hours but the end of the tour was coming closer and closer and everyone started to notice how they actully felt. Exhausted. So exhausted that everything seemed funny, a single word could be a joke and a punch line all on it's own. It could be any word, even a name. Like Jim. And that's what started it all.

After they all piled into the limo, Ethan started giggling for a few minutes and then he looked at Mark and said: Jim.

Maybe it was the way he said it that made it so damn funny in that moment that made them all start snickering while Mark smiled and groaned and muttered something about "these fangirls".

Tyler was sitting next to Ethan as always and because of their closeness, neither of them could help but lean on each other while their giggles turned into laughter.

Ethan held a hand over his stomach and bent forward while Tyler leaned over him, hiding his face in the base of Ethans neck. The others took no notice, too lost in their own fits of laughter. Once the limo calmed down, Ethan rested his head on Tylers lap. Tyler kept his position and rested a hand on his back.

"You okay Ethan?"

Ethan weakly nodded. "Just so tired..."

They could hear the others talking amongst themselves with a few yawns here and there making Tyler yawn as well.

"You sound tired too."

Tyler smiled into Ethans neck. "We're all tired. But I am extremely comfy."

And somehow he knew Ethan was smiling too.

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Smile (More) Always - Brace Face AU (1)

First post! And I guess first work on this blog. And the first part of this drabble that was inspired from @gayhedgehogs alex!brace au.

Please excuse the grammar errors if you spot anyway.

Synopsis: Ethan gets braces and, while most of Teamiplier is very supportive of him, Tyler enjoys teasing nonetheless. Until one day, the blue boy finally gets fed up.

Ships: Tythan

Warning: Just some teasing and kissing mostly

Word Count: 2,452

Part 2: (x)

Hope you enjoy!

Ethan had it the worse when it came to health.

To start, he always had back luck with acne. His face was so blemished, he had to wear a mask to bed every night just to keep them from flaming up.

Next, his peanut allergy. Let’s just say that he couldn’t even look at a peanut without his face puffing up. And now. His teeth. It wasn’t that they weren’t healthy, per say, just a little crooked or longer than others, maybe even a gap in between his front teeth. His canines actually made him look like he had fangs!

And because they were crooked and long, they hurt. So, in order to fix this, He was given the worst possible thing to have at his age. Braces. He begged, even pleaded to not have them done. That they’d figure out another way to fix them, but there wasn’t. He had to get the procedure. Of course, this meant doing videos and such with the new found braces. He made the announcement that they were only temporary, and the fans seemed to be very supportive for him. Even everyone down at the teamiplier office seemed to be okay with them.

There was just one person who couldn’t seem to take it easy with the teasing. Tyler. It wasn’t anything mean, or anything too cruel to get the boy upset. Just little things to tease and pick at him with.

Like how he can’t chew gum anymore, though he still tries to. The small lisp Ethan has when he pronounces S’s. They would be around the office and he’d eat his favorites foods he can no longer have as frequently too. Even little nicknames to get him.

His favorite was Brace Face or Vampire/Vampy. Because they bothered Ethan the most.

Ethan absolutely hated it.

What made it worse, was that they lived together.

He would take it easier at home, but he’d leave little reminders to floss and brush his teeth when he woke up and slept for the night. Like a child.

One day, he couldn’t stand it any longer.

It started on the day they decided to do a livestream for charity. Everyone was there, Teamiplier hard at work to promote for the charity they were trying to raise money for.

He was having a good time at first, very smiley and giggly as he was put into different antics just to have the viewers donate money. Though, he mostly tried to cover his braces with closed smiles. He didn’t mind the different situations he was put through though, he loved it and he was helping for a good cause.

But as he looked over his friends, all smiling too, Tyler is what caught his eye.

He had a devilish smile on his face, fingers patting on his own chin as he looked off in thought.

What was he thinking…?

As Mark finished doing a ridiculous request of some kind for about $5.00, Tyler perked up.

“I have an idea.” he said, and his eyes landed right on Ethan.

The smaller boy grew nervous.

Tyler began to smirk, looking Ethan dead in the eyes. “For $10..” he glanced at the camera, and at their marker for what they had left until they reached their goal, but he went right back to looking the other. “We will have Ethan sing.. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious… lisp and all.”

The boy’s face dropped, about to deny, but in the chat people were already freaking. And a lot were declaring to donate for that reason alone. Ethan pursed his lips, looking down as he licked over his braces’ brackets. He hated these things and all that they did. “Fine..” he said quietly.

Mark cheered and thanked him, as did the girls. They knew he wasn’t too excited about it either, but they had to remember it was for a cause.

Ethan pulled up the lyrics to it, taking in a big breath.

“Thupercalifragilithticexthpialidothiouth..” he tried super hard to pronounce everything, biting his lip at the end and looking at the others.

Their smiles were all different now. They wanted to laugh, he knew they did.

He checked the goal, it was going up faster now with this request.

Another deep breath. “Even though the thound of it ith thomething quite atrociouth. If you thay it loud enough you'll alwayth thound precociouth…” he looked between all of them, really struggling.

They were starting to giggle now though, trying to cover it with their mouths.

Ethan looked down defeated. “Thupercalifragilithticexthpialidothiouth..” he sang once more.

It was at this point that everyone was laughing. He couldn’t be mad at them for that, they couldn’t help it.

He knew who to be mad at.

He sat back down, just rolling his eyes. “You really done it thith time..” he muttered quietly to himself as he looked off, very grumpy and upset, but trying to laugh it off for the audience that was watching. He felt embarrassed, and his shoulders slumped more.

He was like this when the stream moved on, just sitting to himself and scrolling over tumblr post. There was already being gifs made of the moment, and his face scrunched up more.

Tyler sat next to him.

Ethan didn’t bother looking up at him.

“Are you really that mad at me?” he asked, still kind of chuckling.

Ethan was not even smiling anymore. “Yeth..”

Tyler still couldn’t help but chuckle again. “Dude, I can’t take you seriously with that.”

Ethan suddenly looked up at him, and thank god Mark wasn’t focusing the camera on them at the moment. Ethan’s face was curled into a glare, which was something he didn’t quite do a lot. It even surprised Tyler.

“You mutht get thickly amuthed by my inthcuritethh..” he said quietly and darkly.

Tyler had no idea what he said.

“What?” he asked, leaning into him a bit.

This only made Ethan madder. “I said.. you mutht get thickly amuthed by my inthcuritethh.”

He was afraid to ask again, but.. “Wh-what?”

Ethan almost repeated himself but he just leaned back in a scowl, he just wanted the satisfaction of hearing him struggle with his words again. “Fuck off, Tyler..wath that better?” he asked, getting up and going to the bathroom to not make a scene.

Mark looked away from the girls, who were promoting the charity on screen at the moment, watching as Ethan left. His brows furrowed together in worry, looking at Tyler for some explanation with a look somehow. Tyler just shook his head, lifting his hand to show he would handle it.

He followed the blue boy, seeing him go into the bathroom. Just as he was at the door, he heard him turn the lock. “Ethan..Ethan open the door.” he knocked lightly.

“No.”

“Ethan come on, it was just a joke.”

“Of courthe it wath a joke. Everyone wath laughing at me.”

“Ethan.”

“Therefore, I mutht be a big joke.”

“Don’t make me pick the lock.”

But Tyler was already at it, he had a penny out and everything as he twisted the lock with the coin.

“Jutht leave me alone.”

The door clicked and Tyler rushed into the tiled room, finding the boy sitting on the lid of the toilet. He was turned away from him.

“Ethan..” his hand went on his shoulder, turning him to look him in the eyes.

But as he was met with his blue eyes, he saw that they were puffy and red now...and stained. He...he was crying.

“Go away.”

“Ethan..”

“I’m done with you bullthit.”

Tyler looked down, pursing his lips and licking his bottom one. “Ethan.. I’m sorry.”

The blue boy didn’t say anything, just eyes looking down at the tiles on the ground himself. “I don’t believe you..”

“I am though..” he tilted his head, trying to gain his attention again.

Ethan adjusted the beanie on his head, looking at this boy through his lashes.

“What I did… it was really mean. I shouldn’t have embarrassed you in front of a bunch of people live on a stream..”

Ethan continued to stare, looking him directly in the eyes now with the glare again.

“And.. around the office too… and at home! I just wanted to help there. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I had no intention of that.”

The boy crossed his arms, standing up and just about to walk out the door again. “I don’t know.. What wath your intentionthh then?”

Tyler followed him to the door of course, but kind of backed up at his next question. “Well..you, uh..”

Ethan tilted his head this time, “I what?”

“You just… you actually look cute with them…”

His expression turned sour, “Cute…” he scoffed.

Tyler’s pitch went higher. “Is...is that bad?” he asked.

“You’ve been treating me badly for weekthh on end… becauthe you have a little cruth on me?” he felt his eyes get watery again.

“Ethan..”

“I can’t believe you. Maybe if you knew how to treat thomeone like a perthon, thith wouldn’t be ‘that bad’. I don’t mind that you ‘think I’m cute’. It ith the way you bothered to thow it. There ith other wathh to thow me how you feel you know, if you jutht told me then mayb-” he was cut off by the feeling of Tyler against his lips, his red eyes growing wider.

He wanted to push him away, after all that the other boy had done to him, but he was left surprised at the action himself. It wasn’t too crude either, just soft and careful. Tyler had pulled away before he got too into it, searching for something in the blue eyes he faced. “Is that better for you?” he asked.

Ethan glared still at him.

Tyler thought he must’ve made him even more mad, about to give up and apologize again.

That was, until the smaller boy grabbed on to his shirt and pulled him down to kiss now. But it was harder, maybe a little more needy if you will. Now it was Tyler’s turn to be confused, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He kissed the younger boy back, a hand going on to his face and trying to keep it PG for the small thing.

But Ethan kept pushing, the hand bunching up into his shirt. He pulled away just a little, “Now you want to treat me thoft and delicate?” he asked, tauntingly.

Tyler narrowed his eyes, “Is that a challenge?” he growled.

Ethan shrugged at him, but went right back into. Before he knew it, he was pushed into the bathroom door, a gasp escaping him as he saw the hand reach out and lock the door. He was not expecting this, he will admit, but he wasn’t going to be the first to complain either.

Tyler’s hands left his face, starting to feel down his smaller frame and just holding his hips for now.

Ethan pulled away this time. “You can do better than that..” he edged him.

Another growl, hands cupping his ass and lifting him up, pushing him harder against the door, a moan escaping the blue boy. Tyler smirked, going for his neck and kissing against it.

Ethan sighed, “Wowie..” he wrapped his arms around Tyler’s neck, hand reaching into the back of his head to curl his fingers in his hair.

The brunette smiled pridefully, biting down roughly.

“Toylerrr..” he spoke quietly. “People are going to notice we’re gone in the stream and they’ll see if you left a mark..” he whined. Just like that, the boy was growing meek again.

“Good.”

Despite how risky it was, it excited the smaller boy, knowing others would see that he belonged to the big boy. Even after rough weeks with him, Tyler still was a special part of his life he could never admit to out loud.

“Geez.” his head fell back against the door, starting to roll his hips into the other’s groin.

Tyler groaned, pulling off his neck and going back into the kiss. He moved his hips with his, a swaying motion as he collided and moved together like literal gears. While one moved back, the other moved forward. Like a perfect puzzle piece in movement. “Tyler..” he moaned against him, hair beginning to tug his.

“Is everything okay in there?”

Ethan gasped and went to pull away from his lips, but his wire caught hold of Tyler’s, cutting the bottom of his lip. If he wasn’t already flushed red from all the contact, he would flame up in panic. “Thit!! I’m thho thorry!” he tried to apologize, grabbing his face, and looking at the spot.

Tyler put his finger over the other’s lips, quieting him for a moment. “We’re okay, Mark..”

“Okay..” he said, the two waiting till they heard footsteps till they talked again.

Ethan turned his attention to Tyler, still holding his face and leaning in to see how bad it was. It was only a cut to the lip, but the Team would definitely know for sure what happened if they saw. “Doeth it hurt? Goth.. I’m thho thorry! What are we going to tell Mark and the otherthh...” he frowned.

Despite everything, Tyler slowly smirked with the mark, beginning to laugh.

Ethan watched with wide eyes, but he had to admit, it was kind of sexy in a weird way.

“We’re even then..” he chuckled, adjusting his hold on the boy, now moving to just hold his hips.

“Even?” Ethan’s brow rose.

“I hurt you in more ways than one. This is my payback.” He looked between the other’s eyes.

Ethan smiled, thumb lightly rubbing his cheek. “Tyler.. I don't mind the little taunthh.. What hurt wath.. Ithh jutht..”

“I'll be easier on you… and I won't embarrass you in front of the fans again.. Okay Vampy?” He smirked, lightly touching his lip that was beginning to bleed.

The smaller boy sighed in relief, leaning forward and lightly pecking the cut. “Now I've marked you ath mine..” He giggled.

Tyler didn't want to let go of him, but he checked the time. “It's about time I headed out anyway.. That way they don't get too suspicious. “ he carefully let Ethan slide down from the door and back onto the ground.

Ethan nodded, touching where Tyler had bit and shivering, but he was smiling to himself, his mouth closed. “I'll thee you back at home?” He was looking down.

Tyler hummed, noticing his stare and lightly grabbing his chin.

“Smile more..” He smiled at him, his cut showing a little more as he did this.

Ethan looked up surprised, but slowly gave a toothy grin in thought. His braces gleaming as he did this, giggling.

“Thmile alwaythh..”

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Teamiplier - Fandom, Tythan - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ethan Nestor/Tyler Scheid, Mark Fischbach/Amy Nelson Characters: Ethan Nestor, Tyler Scheid, Amy Nelson, Kathryn Knutsen, Mark Fischbach Additional Tags: Trans!Ethan, Trans Character, ftm character

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Chapter 1 - Coffee Beans (Tythan)

Ethan stood behind the counter, his newly dyed blue hair hanging in his eyes as his shift neared its end. He was exhausted. He'd stayed up nearly all night editing, then proceeded to wake up at five to barely manage to make it to work on time. His drive was less than safe or even remotely legal, but he was at work on time and that's all the mattered to his boss. His boss was a short, black haired man who-despite his height, was intimidating when he needed to be. Mark had only fired one person from the shop and that was probably the second most terrifying moment Ethan had experienced working at the coffee shop. '3 more minutes.' He thought to himself, eyeing the clock warily as he stepped up to help a customer. The line had died down as the day was coming to an end, thank god. He did NOT want to serve another mother who continuously argued about wether her son was old enough to work at the store, despite him being ten years old. His final customer of the day would be his favourite customer if the day. The brunette stood there, a seemingly stone faced expression as he stared towards the menu. Ethan could hear the other mumbling quietly to himself, cocking his head in curiosity. He held back a chuckle as he looked similar to a confused puppy, deep brown eyes frantically scanning his options. "Uh...I'll just have a black coffee?" The stranger asked him with a small crooked smile, hoping to lighten the mood. Ethan didn't look up from the cash register, nodding his head and mumbling a "yes." As he handed the customer a receipt with a limp and tired hand. "Can I have a name for your order?" The blue haired boy asked in a tired and gruff voice. "Tyler." The tall brunette said as Ethan looked up to him, a smile began to curl the corner of Ethan's lips as he looked up to Tyler. Tyler had made Ethan's last minutes of his shift less of a hell than it usually was, leaving to work on his simple order. The barista stood at the counter, shyly calling out Tyler's name as his eyes scanned the slowly emptying coffee shop. "Tyyyyleer?" He finally called out as the brunette stepped forward, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. "Sorry, headphones." He said as he stepped forward, a large hand outstretched and griping the coffee currently in Ethan's hand, the other dangling a pair of headphones. Their fingers lightly grazed each other as he handed Tyler the coffee, the blue ink Ethan had written his name with smearing. Tyler turned around, Ethan watching him with a light smirk on his face. The blue haired boy had written his number on that cup. Ethan slowly inserted his key into the door, sighing as he flung it open and kicked his tattered shoes off in the entrance, the thud of them hitting the wall echoing through the apartment. He headed towards his couch, ungracefully throwing himself onto the soft gray fabric and letting it engulf his body. He felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, slowing reaching behind him to unlock it and stare at the screen with tired eyes. It took him a moment to realize why the unfamiliar number had texted him. Hey - Tyler, guy from the coffee shop This made Ethan laugh, rolling his eyes at the other as he responded. "I know who you are, I'm the one who gave you my number." He sat for a few moments, his attention flicking from TV to his phone, having a typical awkward small talk introduction with Tyler. How are you? Why'd you give me your number? Are you secretly a murderer? God he hated awkward greetings. But it was worth it, something about Tyler seemed fun and interesting, even if he presented himself as quiet and statue like. They continued chatting over the phone for a few minutes, sharing random facts of information about each other as Ethan's eyes got heavier, drifting further and further towards the comforting warmth of sleep. Hey Ty, this is cool but I'm getting tired - Ethan Get some sleep, boy blue - Tyler

Ethan blushed lightly at the nickname, telling Tyler goodnight and drifting to sleep with a half edited video on the table and his phone clutched in his hand. The next morning Ethan woke up at five as always, drool down the side of his lips and his phone laying on the floor beside him. He arched his back and yawned. Another shift. He stood and made his way towards the bathroom, running his hands gently through his hair, making it stick up messily. Ethan stood in front of the mirror, wiping the sleep from his eyes attempting to wake himself up. Carefully, he spread toothpaste across his toothbrush and hastily brushed his teeth, his own breath making himself gag. Deeming himself ready enough for work he dawned black jeans and the shirt from yesterday. Grabbed his bag, keys ,and his phone and headed out the door. As the blue haired boy entered the car he checked his phone, no new messages. He shrugged it off as he placed the car in drive, whipping his seatbelt on with excitement. "ELSA PLEASE I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"He essentially screamed, pulling up to the coffee shop with his windows down and the frozen soundtrack blaring from his car speakers. He was startled to attention by a large hand slamming against his door, followed by a goose like laugh from outside. Ethan flailed his arms around wildly, his heart racing as he thought he was being mugged. Who was out there? A giant man with the face of an eagle? A literal goose?! His wide eyes looked up to see-Tyler,laughing at him. The blue boy glared up at him, a small pout forming on his lips in embarrassment. He unbuckled his seatbelt, slowly getting out of the car. He raised a hand towards Tyler, flipping him off and rolling his eyes as he greeted him. "Tyyyyyler, don't make fun of me!" Ethan whined, emphasizing the Y in Tyler's name for full annoyed effect.

"Sorry, sorry but...do you wanna build a snowman?" The brunette asked with a snort. Ethan pushed the door open, shaking his head at Tyler's jokes. He knew he was a good singer and Tyler was just jealous of it. The shop was bustling, the smell of coffee in the air and early morning customers milling like zombies through the line. The morning shift was always the worst, angry and impatient businessmen, soccer moms and their hyper active five year olds, tall brunettes with curly hair. Tyler stepped up in line, leaning his elbow against the counter only to suddenly be flung off the cold faux stone by Ethan. Tyler's arm dropped and he stumbled, regaining his balance and looking back to the smaller boy. "I just cleaned that." He said with a small giggle, trying to conceal his laughter. Tyler rolled his eyes and continued to walk in line, grabbing his black coffee and lingering by the register. "Will the tall dude by the register please move, we've got other people." A unfamiliar voice called out in a slightly annoyed tone. Another male in a pink hat and matching hoodie stepped up, his name tag only reading the letter G. Tyler looked up to him, shrugging and taking a step to the side as Ethan approached the mysterious man - G. "Geeeeeee, cmon he's my friend." Ethan whined, gesturing his arm lazily towards Tyler who stood to the side, gaze locked on his phone. "Looks more like your boyfriend!" The pink clad male said, seemingly honking like a goose in place of a laugh. The younger boy rolled his eyes, going back to work at the cash register and serving - yet again, another impatient businessman. Tyler waved goodbye to Ethan on his way out, the blue boy hardly having time to recognize his gesture, flinging his arm tiredly as he was distracted by another customer. His last customer before break. He handed the woman her iced tea and bolted for the break room, determined not to serve anyone else until absolutely necessary. As he forcefully slammed the door open, the thud echoing through the room, he spotted G standing against the wall. He had a cup of ramen in his hands and his headphones in as he tapped his shoulder. "Gordon! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME BLINK TWICE!" Ethan yelled into his ear, causing G to cringe and pull his headphones out. "Eric Jasmine, my name is Gerald." G said with a straight face, holding back a laugh. Ethan giggled and walked past the other, headed towards the fridge to get his lunch - a now empty- paper bag. He turned in a blue blurred mass, to G. "GEEEERAAAALD, did you eat my ramen?" He asked angrily, a small pout on his lips as he stomped in frustration. He quickly swallowed the bite of noodles he had, glancing to Ethan with an innocent look. "Why, I would never!" He said in a southern accent (though badly done). The blue boy huffed and rolled his eyes, grabbing the nearly empty cup from Gerald's hand. Angrily chomping on what was left of the noodles he sat down, looking up to G with a triumphant look in his eye. "Hey Erica, me and Brian are headed to this cabin next week, you and your booooyfriend should come." G said teasingly. Ethan cocked his head, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "I don't have a boyfriend...?" "Well Tyler sure seems to think differently, eh eh." He taunted, elbowing Ethan gently at the mention of Tyler. He rolled his eyes, lightly slapping G's elbow away from his ribs. "We just met shush Mr. Disney Fairy Tail."

"Whatever you say, but you really should bring him." And with that, he was gone. Ethan was alone in the break room with a now empty cup of ramen between his fingers. He looked around to see if he was alone, slowly gazing around the room. His fingers gently gripped the cup, eyes locked on the door to assure no one entered to interrupt what he was about to do. He knew he shouldn't do it at work, it was dangerous. But he had to, he was alone. It was instinct. The blue haired boy took a nervous deep breath, preparing his hands for the deed. He gripped it tightly, flicking his wrist gently. The cup sailed through the air, warm chicken broth landing on Ethan's jeans and splattering against his stomach. "KOBE!" He exclaimed as the cup bounced off the rim on the trash can and into the bag with a light "swish".

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[junebug1213]

Hi! I’m a writer and avid fanfiction reader and I love Crankiplier. I often grapple with the ethics of it, wondering if I’m taking things too far by reading fanfiction. I know it’s not the real them, it’s our perceptions of their online personas, and I love and respect Amy and Mika, and would never bring up shipping to any of them, but I still feel guilty. What are your thoughts on the morals? Any advice on dealing with guilt? I want to write for the ship but every time I try to I get too guilty

(Shipping anon part 2) I’ve tried researching their opinions on shipping to make sure I’m not crossing any boundaries, and I saw Ethan talk about Tythan and say the shipping is fine but smut takes it too far, and when Jack talked about septiplier said the same thing and that Mark felt the same way. So I guess shipping them isn’t wrong in any way, but is reading/writing smut wrong? There’s great points on both sides of the argument and I’d love to get your opinion as a long time fanfic writer

I struggle a bit answering this question b/c I can entirely understand the guilt you are referring to as I have experienced some of that myself but I’ll try to keep things short and simple. I actually wrote an entire post about fanfiction a while back which addresses some of these topics so if you are interested in an expanded version I’d check that out. My entire stance is that I focus on the chemistry of people rather then their gender, sexuality etc. If two people go well together then it is hard for me not to ship them haha! I think shipping people is ok and nothing to be ashamed of as I feel like it has become a natural part of any fandom for better or for worse so you might as well embrace it lol. I think following the boundaries of people is the most important thing. If a content creator does not like to see smut about them and their friends then don’t tag them with your art, writing etc. AND don’t ask questions about it during one of their panels or a live show. And finally, 100% definitely do NOT harass or belittle their significant others. 

I have always stood by that writing about two people in an intimate or friendly way is taking them out of a real life context into an imaginary one just like acting is. When you see two actors kiss on screen and have incredible chemistry that does not mean they are together in real life! So in my head I guess in a weird way I am writing about two fictional people instead of real-life individuals (if I changed the names to like Brad and Anthony then I would just be a writer rather then a fanfic writer). Though in saying this I want to be clear I do not see real life Mark and Ethan as “characters” that I can do whatever I want with. They are human beings with feelings first and Youtubers second. I am simply saying that I detach the real life person from the imaginary person because I am accepting that everything I write is not canon and should not be taken as such. So read as much fanfic as you like because it is a strong and usually supportive community of fantastic writers and hell if you want to write about them then do it. You may get people offended by it and tell you it’s wrong but you’ll get as many people praising your work and complimenting it. As long as you are respectful and don’t shove shipping down peoples throats I think it’s ok. At the end of the day these are 100% my own opinions that I am sure tons of people do not agree with and that’s ok! I just wish everyone would be respectful towards each other instead of get in hateful arguments trying to decide who is right or wrong on the matter. 

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[thelordeustace]

Tythan fic

(Authors note: a big thanks to my friend who helped me with correction of this text since English is NOT my native language D: )

G-rated kind-of-fluff. It’s not good, ‘cause I’m actually more of a smut writer, but Ethan mentioned somewhere that smutfics about him make him uncomfortable and I don’t want to be an asshole, so here we go.

The moment Tyler saw him he only felt annoyance. There was too much of everything at once – his bright blue hair, chaotic movements and useless screaming. Tyler would try to ignore the noise and find some peace and quiet, or even sometimes scare the boy away – and that worked well at first. The blue bird laughed nervously and moved a bit closer to Mark or Amy, as if he was afraid that Tyler might snap and hurt him for real. But as weeks have passed and the “bird” got used to it’s new nest, Tyler realized that he was no longer as intimidating as he hoped. Ethan was still annoying and loud, sure, but Tyler was already too tired to care, especially when the boy began growing more and more confident and started pissing Tyler off on purpose.

Still, there was something oddly satisfying in the fact that the boy was at least a little bit afraid of him. The way Ethan would scream and laugh, protecting himself from the dodgeballs, or trying to get off his shoulders and holding on his head or hands for dear life at the same time, made something warm and welcoming curl up in Tyler’s chest. He tried to forget those feelings, but it quickly became impossible since Ethan was living with him and attracted way too much of Tyler’s attention on a daily basis. Tyler jumped off his train of thoughts and looked into the big hazel eyes that were currently staring at him with so much hope that Tyler felt a bit guilty about not listening.

- Sorry. I didn’t quite catch the last part.

Ethan’s smile faded, he started to look concerned. Normally, it would be him who spaced out all the time and had to ask everybody to repeat the last sentence.

- Tyler, are you all right?

- Yeah. I just… got lost in my thoughts for a moment.

- Oh, what were you thinking about?

Ethan moved a bit closer to him, curiosity visible on his face. Tyler shrugged. He could say something like “nothing special” or “chores”, but he never really liked lies. However, he still needed time to figure out his opinion on the blue boy.

- Nothing you should worry about, - he said and immediately realized his mistake. Ethan squeaked and froze in place, mumbling something like “sorry”. Tyler cleared his throat awkwardly.

- You don’t have to apologize every time, Eth. It’s fine.

Ethan looked up, smiling timidly. Tyler sighed and ruffled the blue hair, earning another surprised squeak from the boy. The warm feeling in the chest was back, even stronger than before, but Tyler just brushed it off.

- So, what were you talking about?

- PAX! I asked you to go to PAX with us!

Tyler squinted, looking over the massive crowd. He was sure he saw a “haunted house” somewhere around here, but right now it was nearly impossible to read the signs with so many people walking around. He felt Ethan shuddering and trying to hide himself behind Tyler’s back and frowned.

- Aren’t you supposed to be used to that crowd by now?

Ethan huffed and moved back to Tyler’s side reluctantly. He didn’t look scared, but Tyler could tell he was really nervous by the way the boy’s hands clung to his shirt.

- I’m sorry. I don’t know. I guess. Where is that goddamn house?

Tyler shook his head and put his arm on Ethan’s shoulder reassuringly. He should’ve been annoyed, he thought, but he was surprisingly calm and just pressed the younger boy closer, as if he was afraid to lose him in this mass of people.

- There it is, - he pointed at the weird structure ahead. Ethan relaxed and smiled, looking up at the tall man. There was a hint of blush on his cheeks, but Tyler didn’t question it – he could feel his face heat up, too. It was too warm in this building, he told himself.

- AAAH!

- Ethan, it’s just water.

Tyler wearily pinched the bridge of his nose. Ethan was being his usual loud self and Tyler was slowly getting exhausted. He wasn’t used to experience so many emotional outbursts from a single person in one day and Ethan was a living bundle of emotions. They were currently walking towards the exit of the haunted house and the boy was radiating equal parts joy and nervousness.

- It’s still spooky, Tyler! – he laughed. Tyler sighed and continued going. Ethan quickly followed, babbling about everything and everyone. Tyler was silent - the boy made enough noise for both of them. He was lost in his thoughts again, confused by how calm and content he was despite Ethan’s constant talking. Or maybe he was like this because of it?

Being occupied by all these questions, Tyler didn’t notice the grating on the floor. Only when his foot made contact with creaking metal did he remember, that they were still in the “haunted house”, but it was too late. The rush of air almost blew Tyler’s beanie off his head, making him shout in surprise and jump back, colliding with Ethan. The other shouted, too, and they collapsed on the floor.

- Tyler! It’s “just air”!

Tyler huffed and lifted himself off the floor, squinting and feeling annoyed. The boy was way too distractive, loud, small and energetic for him to handle – and now he dared to make fun of him? Tyler opened his mouth to say something that would shut Ethan.

But the sound he made wasn’t scolding. Instead, he collapsed onto Ethan again and laughed, grinning widely and messing his hair up with his own big hands. The boy squirmed, trying to dodge him, but he was laughing as well.

Tyler caught himself staring at Ethan’s happy face. The laugh slowly became quieter and his own feelings – clearer. There was no point in denying it now. Tyler smiled and brushed some stray strands of blue hair out of the boy’s face before standing up and helping him. Ethan blushed and looked away, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. Tyler snorted. There was still a lot more to come for both of them, and Tyler was definitely looking forward to it.

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[dancing-heart-pony]

Does anyone know any good Tythan fics?

The only ones I find are long convoluted stories with their relationship as just a small background feature, or just pure smut. :/

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[cuddlysmii7y]

You're Ok

Prompt: Mark and Ty calming Eth down when he’s really stressed/anxious. Thank you @tythaningalltheway for the prompt!! (Ps I didn’t know if you wanted it to be more shippy or just platonic so I tried to leave it open to interpretation)

Ethan groaned in frustration. All he wanted to do was finish editing this video for his channel so he could start working on some of Mark’s videos. But his computer decided now was the best time to do automatic updates. Ethan wasn’t as pissed as he was worried. He knew he needed to get at least one of Mark’s and one of his own videos done today or else he’ll be behind on editing. Ethan was already not putting out as much content as he thought he should be. Ever since he moved out to LA, his scheduling had been fucked up. He knew the others in the house had tried to make his transition as easy as possible. And it did help some. But it didn’t help that he could only edit when at the office and that Mark made a rule that no one was allowed to edit past 9 pm. Back home, Ethan was use to editing into the early hours of the morning. That was one way how he was able to get two videos out each and every day plus work on a lot of Mark’s content. Now he could only get at least one video uploaded a day and was barely getting through Mark’s videos. Ethan didn’t realize he was hyperventilating until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Ethan jumped as he whipped around, scaring the other person as much as he scared himself.

“Woah there buddy,” A soothing voice said. “I need you to breathe. Can you breathe, Ethan?” It took a minute for Ethan to realize that the voice belonged to Mark. Ethan’s first instinct was to run. He didn’t really know why, but he felt trapped and needed to get away. That was, until big muscular arms engulfed him and scooped him up out of his chair. Ethan looked up to see Tyler’s face looking back at him with concern. Ethan wanted to cower away. “Hey now Ethan.” Tyler said gently. “You’re okay. Breathe.” Ethan was a shaking mess by the time Tyler got him to the couch. Tyler started rubbing circles on his back. Ethan almost didn’t notice Mark placing a blanket around him. Ethan turned his head and looked at him. Mark sighed and wiped his thumb under Ethan’s eye. Ethan was suddenly aware of wetness on his face and realized he must’ve been crying. “Do you need anything, bud?” Mark ask in a soft tone. “Could- could I have some water please?” Ethan asked timidly. “Yeah of course.” Mark smiled. As Mark made his way to their kitchenette, Ethan leaned into Tyler’s side. Tyler instantly started playing with Ethan’s hair. Ethan let out a little hum and closed his eyes. “Feeling any better?” Tyler asked. Ethan nodded. “A bit. Thanks.” “Do you wanna talk about what just happened over there?” “I uh I-” Ethan could feel the anxiety rising back up. Ethan’s eyes darted around frantically before locking eye contact with Mark. Mark seemed to realize what was going on, or at least that Ethan needed help, and quickly came over to the couch. “Here’s your water.“ Mark smiled. Ethan took it gratefully and gulped it down. “Its getting late we should head home soon.“ Mark said, looking at his watch. “Sounds like a good idea to me. Ethan?” Tyler looked at him for a response. “Huh?” Ethan stopped drinking so he could hear. “You ready to go to the house?” “Uh…” Ethan glanced towards his computer. “The videos can wait. Its ok, Ethan.” Mark said. Ethan just nodded before standing up. Ethan can sense both Mark’s and Tyler’s eyes on him the entire time. He kept his head down as he went back to his desk to grab his phone. “You ready?” Tyler placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, almost protectively. “Yeah.” Ethan said, slightly leaning into his touch. Tyler smiled as he led them to his car. They piled in. Tyler driving, Mark sitting shotgun, and Ethan in the back looking out the window. Mark and Tyler almost instantly started up a conversation and only a few minutes later, they realized Ethan’s responses had faded out. They looked back to see Ethan curled up asleep in the back seat. “Poor kid.” Mark sighed. Tyler just nodded in agreement. “Should we wake him or?” “Nah, I’ll carry him in.” Mark got out once the car was parked and opened Ethan’s door. Mark carefully slid an arm behind Ethan’s back and an arm under his knees. Mark carried him bridal style through the house, with Tyler opening doors for him until they made it to Ethan’s bedroom. “Alright we should get out and let him sleep.” Tyler said from the doorway. “I’d love to but uh…” “But what?” “He’s not letting go.” Tyler looked over and saw Ethan clinging to Mark’s arm like it was a stuffed animal. Tyler chuckled. “Should we take him to the couch then and watch a couple of movies til he wakes up?” Mark suggested. “Sounds like a plan.” ~time skip~ Ethan woke the next morning to find himself squished between Tyler and Mark. The tv was left on and there was discarded plates and cups on the coffee table, which led Ethan to believe they didn’t fall asleep there on purpose. Ethan pulled the blanket that was draped across him up to his chin before snuggling back down. Ethan had a soft smile on his face as he drifted back to sleep.

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