Ethan glared at the package of chips halfheartedly, desperately trying to keep his hands from reaching out and tearing the bag open as though his life depended on not eating the cheesy snack. He wanted them (god did he want them), but he knew he couldn't live with the repercussions. It was mildly concerning, a small part of him thought, considering he had never thought about the "repercussions " of food before. - - - - - Ethan's attitude towards his body lately has been pretty worrisome, so I decided to write a fic where that was taken to the extreme.

It's what the title implies. A bunch of short stories involving the two beautiful human-beings Ethan Nestor and Mark Fischbach. (AKA CrankGamePlays and Markiplier) ---> Feel free to leave suggestions!! <--- ⚠️!! {Smut, fluff, deadly cute moments, heartbreaking adorableness and.. profanity} !!⚠️

my favorite crankiplier one shots that i felt deserved their own book. there will be smut in this book, so read at your own risk! i am not forcing this relationship nor am i saying i ship it, i just find the stories about them very cute:) none of these are mine

Rumor has it, 2020 would be the year where everything that could go wrong, would go wrong. Kind of ironic, this year seemed so hopeful, full of vision and preparation for the future. Most people didn't believe it, 2012 was fine and that was predicted to be a disaster as well. Why should this year be any different? But Ethan and Mark believe in it. Friends from a young age, together they formed a club, though kids at school always called it a cult Called Unus Annus One year To prepare for the inevitable, whatever it was, in the future. The rip in the fragile line between reality and fiction, chaos and order, sanity and insanity was inevitable. People who believed prepared for it like they would the purge. Only the purge was a one day deal. Welcome to 2020 We hope you prepared yourself. Unus Annus (There's a lot of terrible things happening in the real 2020, this is not about real life, just me using the year since it's already cursed to begin with This is an AU where Unus Annus isn't a channel, yes this is kind of an apocalypse AU and what better year for an apocalypse than 2020) Warnings: Violence, strong language, homophobic people and language, death, generally not nice things Cover Credit: https://www.deviantart.com/abnormallynice/art/Momento-mori-Unus-annus-820903442

Ethan was... not at a good place, quite honestly. Because, well, it wasn't like there was any hope for him in the future. His channel was failing, he had no friends, and the experimental gap year he had taken was... not doing the best. May as well kill himself now before everything got worse (if that was even possible). But, of course, his future was bright. Ethan just didnt know that yet. And if the entity that appeared in (what was supposed to be) his final hour had any say in this, Ethan definitely wasn't going to die tonight. He just needed hope. TW for self harm, depression, and suicide, especially in the first chapter (everything's better by the end, just be warned). Please stay safe as you read this, for both of our sakes.

Darkiplier messes with Mark, leading him to fall in love with a boy he met on his laptop, sadly the boy's timeline isn't the same as his.

Ethan had to live with Mark and his mother while his mom was on a business trip while on winter break (2 weeks) will the hatred stay between them or will it turn into romance?

This is the story of how I fell in love with someone. Someone who I now realize I shouldn't have fallen in love with. Not because of him, and not because of me, but because of the world we lived in. This is the story of how my heart got broken. Not because of him, or because of me, but because of the people around us. This is the story of those summer months, those summer months where I didn't care about anything else but him. Those 3 months that rolled around every year over and over again, those months where the mornings were late, and the nights seemed to go on for hours and hours. Where the weather was warm and fuzzy, and the sun covered the sky for so long. This is the story of me, of my life, and of the person who changed myself forever. This is the story of my 06, 07, and 08.