Smile Always // Preferences // Markiplier, Ethan, Tyler

You're Short

Requested by cynthia_guevarra8

Mark:

You slipped on your brand new 5 inch Chanel heels and carefully walked down the stairs to the kitchen where Mark was waiting. Your feet clicked against the hardwood floor as you walked to him, wrapping your arms around his toned torso, "Ready?" you smiled. 

"Yea, but you're almost my size now," he said sadly, making puppy dog eyes at you.

"Mark, don't make those eyes at me," you laughed, kissing his lips. "And why is that a problem?" you asked. 

"I like that you're short, It makes me feel....really tall," he explained, grinning so big his eyes were squinting. 

"You're so cute Marki," you chuckled, kissing his cheek. "These shoes will only be on for a few hours, and then I'll take them off and you can feel really tall again, promise," you smiled. 

"Okay, I guess I can deal with that," he laughed, kissing your lips before interlocking your fingers with his and leading you out the door.   

Ethan:

  "What do you love most about Y/N?" a fan asked Ethan while you guys were at one of Mark's little adventures at the park. 

"How short she is!" he chuckled. After a few photos and signatures, you guys went home. 

"I hate being short," you muttered as you struggled to reach a cup. 

"But I love that about you!" Ethan exclaimed. 

"Well at least someone's enjoying it," you mumbled. 

"But hugs are so much better when you're short," he replied. 

"I'm not too sure about that," you replied hesitantly. 

"Let's put it to the test," he replied as he extended his arms towards you.

"Alright it is nice, but I don't see what's so great about it," you replied. 

"Here just relax into the hug," he replied. You placed your head on Ethan's chest and you listened to his steady heartbeat. He placed his chin on the top of your head. 

"I feel even tinier," you stammered. 

"And that makes me feel even more protective of you. I feel like I would do anything to protect you," he whispered. 

"I know you would," you smiled slightly as you snuggled deeper into the hug.  

Tyler:

You groggily walked into the kitchen and opened the junk cabinet, spotting a brand new jar of Nutella at the very top. 

"Ughhh why me," you mumbled under your breath as you hoisted your petite body onto the marble counter top. Right as you were about to grab the jar of chocolate and hazel-nutty goodness you heard laughing coming from behind you. 

"What are you doing on the counter?" Tyler asked, grinning big as you clutched the Nutella. 

"You really think I can reach all the way up here?" you said with a smartass tone to your voice. He walked over to you and grasped your hand, helping you down onto the floor while he reached his hand up to grab a bag of chips that happened to be on the same shelf as the Nutella. 

"Jealous?"  he smirked. 

"Jealous that you can reach up there and I can't?" you laughed, "I may be short, but I found my way to get it didn't I?" you questioned, pointing to the jar in your hand. 

"I guess.." he muttered, "but next time, just tell me to get it, I don't want you falling and.....i don't know...breaking your neck or something," he said seriously as you grabbed a spoon and dunked in into the chocolate sauce. You stuffed it into your mouth. 

"Sure babe, whatever you say," you smiled, Nutella ending up everywhere around your lips. He walked over and grabbed your waist, kissing you.

"yum," he said jokingly, licking his lips as he walked off to the living room.