Ethan One shots

Crankiplir

"Eth, listen to me. I didn't mean any of it. You know I love you!" Tyler's voice sounded slightly hysterical as he looked at the blue boi (I know his hair isn't blue anymore but let's pretend shall we?) with tears in his eyes.

"No Tyler. I don't think know you love me," Ethan said, not moving his eyes from the floor. "Not any more at least."

"Eth..."

"NO TYLER." He looked at the other man with tear size in his eyes. "DONT FUCKING START WITH YOUR BULLSHIT! I KNOW YOU FUCKING CHEATED ON ME." 

Tyler looked at the beautiful man in front of him, ashamed that he hurt him this bad. "Eth, I'm sorry. You know-you know I wouldn't..." he whispered.

"But you did didn't you?" Ethan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Ty I think we need a break... i just can't with you right now. I'll talk to you later." Ethan turned towards the door, slightly surprised that Tyler didn't try to stop him. Don't feel bad, Ethan. He brought this upon himself. He told you he loved you then broke your heart. 

Ethan sighed again. Shit. I have nowhere to sleep now. Nice. Good planing there Ethan.

Mark, he then remembered. Ill stay with Mark. He has space in his house .

Pulling out his phone, Ethan texted mark to make sure it wasn't okay for him to come over.

Ethan: Hey Markimoo

Mark: Hey blue boi what's up

Ethan: me and Tyler just broke up and I need some place to stay for tonight

Mark: dude. I got you covered. Two fucking words. Sleep. Over.

Ethan smiled to himself before responding that that was okay. At least mark had some respect for him. 

He started walk into marks house, as he left his car at Tyler's place. He felt stupid for forgetting his mode of transportation as well as the rest of his personal belongings. He sighed. He was such an idiot sometimes.

Finally getting to marks house he knocked on his door. A couple seconds later mark appeared, looking beautiful as always. 

"Hey Ethan, my man, come on in." He said greeting his friend.

Ethan smiled at him and thanks and followed behind him. God, Ethan thought, I don't mean to be weird, but I've never noticed how attractive mark is. Probably just cause I broke up with Tyler. This is probably just a passing thing. Right?. Ethan frowned at his thoughts . Mark looked back, slightly concerned that he wasn't his usual energetic self, but he supposed that he had an excuse as tythan was no longer a thing. 

"Hey man, you good?" Mark asked. Ethan looked up at him and gave him a half hearted smile. "I'm doing alright man." He looked down again and frowned. Mark decided to leave it for the time being. "Care to watch a movie?" Not knowing what his friend would want to do.

"Sure that sounds good. What were you thinking about?"

"Dude. Let's go something Marvel. All the way. Sebastian Stan is my dad." 

Smiling at marks comment, Ethan agreed, as he wasn't right. Sebastian Stan is dad. 

Halfway through the movie, mark fell asleep on Ethan's shoulder. Apparently the movie wasn't exciting enough for him or something. However, Ethan wasn't complaining. Mark was warm and he smelled good. 

After the movie was over, Ethan was tired, but he didn't want to wake Mark. Putting himself in a more comfortable position, he decided he was just spending the night on the couch. 

~time skip to the morning brought to you by Madison's shitty writing inspiration~

When Ethan woke up the next morning, Mark was nowhere to be seen. He frowned slightly. Did he lose him in the night? Just then, notices could be heard in the kitchen, what sounded like an egg being gone dropped followed by muffled cursing, to be exact.

When mark saw he was in the kitchen he turned and gave him this bs speech about pancake art, before introducing himself as Mark 'Mr. Butterworth' Fischbach and Ethan as Ethan 'the Crust' Nestor. Continuing his mixing, mark said "I have only two speeds 'low' and 'oh fuck God stop'- those are my settings." 

Ethan shook his head at the older man in front of him and smiled. He wasn't such a dork. 

Mark started talking again, this time sounding more serious. He told Ethan about how is father made pancakes every sunday when he was growing up. His father seemed like he was a really good man, Ethan decided. Mark continued talking, "THese pancakes aren't going to be as good has his, as I want able to let them sit overnight, but they still should be good."

Mark was right. The pancakes were damn good. Next thing Ethan knew, mark was laughing at him. 

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

"Yes actually." Mark said smiling at the man sitting in front of him. It was right above his lip. He guestured to where it was, but Ethan just smeared it around in the process. Mark sighed. That boy really was something else. Moving closer to him, mark put his face right in front of Ethan's. This caused a small blush to form on the younger boys face, making Mark smirk. 

"My, my. Did I make THE CrankGameplays blush?" 

"Shut up and help me find where the thing in my face is."

"With pleasure." Mark move day his face closer, only to use his hand to wipe it off. "There. All better."

"You fucking tease." Ethan mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Thanks for your help. That's what I said" he couldn't possibly like mark. Could  he? That would be rediculous as Mark would never like him back. 

Noticing the other boys change in mood, Mark asked him what was wrong. Ethan, however, only shrugged it of, saying he was fine. This made mark frown slightly. He didn't want to see his blue boi sad. His face was to pretty to be covered with a frown. He of course would never say that to Ethan, but he still thought he deserved better than whatever Tyler did to make him sad. Mark hated to see people sad, but it was even worse when it was one of his favorite people.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked again in a softer voice, almost like he was trying to coax the answer out of him. 

This seemed to work, as Ethan answered. "I just feel bad about what happened with Tyler," he paused "and because I might like someone else already and I feel bad about it." The last part was quieter, almost a whisper, but Mark still heard it.

Mark shook his head. "Listen here. Whatever happened with Tyler wasn't your fault, you weren't the one to cause it. That and you shouldn't feel bad about liking someone. Not only is it human nature, but you aren't with Tyler, so it doesn't matter." He smiled at him, in what he hoped was a reassuring way.

"It doesn't matter?" Ethan responded quietly. "So it would matter if I said it was you I liked?"

Mark was slightly taken aback by his comment, but smiled slightly. He actually liked me? No way. 

Moving forward. He tilted Ethan's chin up so he could look in his eyes. He lightly pressed his lips to the other boys. "How's that for an answer?"

Ethan couldn't believe what just happened. Mark fishbach just kissed him?! Moving forward, Ethan pressed their lips back together. In this moment he felt happier than he had in a long time. Happier than he had ever felt with a Tyler. 

"That's a great answer"