This Game Boy Pocket is just one of two prototypes ever made!
Mattel, the makers of Barbie, pitched this transparent, pink, glitter filled Barbie Game Boy Pocket to Nintendo as a way of marketing the handheld to young girls. Unfortunately, the two companies never came to an agreement and the system would never see store shelves.
(A/n): So just a while back I said that I would write an Ethan story SO HERE I actually did it be proud of me
Summary: You have some nieces and nephews in the family so you ask Markimoo, Tyler and blue boy to help you babysit. Mark and Tyler turn out to not be the only ones that think you and Ethan should date.
Warnings: I think I swore ?? but also TICKLING
You were pretty excited about this actually. Your sibling had asked you to take care of their three kids for the day while they were out with their spouse. Of course, you obliged. You really liked their kids, but thought babysitting to be more of a chore.
For one person, three kids was a lot. So, you went and enlisted help from your band of friends. You knew for sure that they would love the kids instantly.
Traveling from your flat to Mark’s wasn’t a hassle. After two brisk knocks on the boys’ front door, Mark himself opened it with a large grin.
“Evening~!” He purred “Tyler is in the living room with every toy imaginable, go steal them from him!”
The three children giggled and pushed past him, calling a chorus of ‘hello’s.
You yourself couldn’t help but laugh, stepping up to the doorway gingerly.
“Thanks for doing this.” you said to Mark “It’s only for one night, but I didn’t think I could handle it by myself; sorry if it was sudden when I calle–”
“(Y/n),” Mark chuckled. He rested a hand on the small of your back and nudged you inside so he could close the door “It’s totally fine. I planned everything. They’re all sharing a room upstairs.”
You sighed and beamed up at him “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” he smiled back.
Giggly screams broke through your conversation. The both of you turned to the sound and walked toward it; past the living room entrance.
Their stood, by the far back wall, Tyler. One kid hanging from his left bicep, one tied around his calf and the other Ethan was about to crown Tyler’s shoulders with.
They all froze to look at the two of you.
“What even?” you chuckled walking around to reach out for the one hanging from his arm.
Grabbing her sides, you lifted her high and set her down quickly, tickling her ribs. She screamed in delight.
“DOES THIS MEAN TICKLE WAR?” Mark called in a silly tone.
“IT DOES.” Tyler confirmed.
The two men snatched up the other two children. Mark taking the one from Ethan. Everyone began to laugh as tickling ensued.
“This– this isn’t fair- no!” the small girl breathed “Teams! T-Teams!” she hollered.
You smiled and released her, sitting back on your knees. “Alright,” you offered “Pick your teams.”
“Well,” she stood.
Her small frame was proud and determined to win this battle.
“Myself Prim,” she gestured to herself “and Dane,” then to one small boy “Connie,” the other boy “and Ethwan.”
“And Ethan.” you laughed.
Getting up, you looked to the mentioned blue boy and commented “You have a team of warriors.”
“Of course I do!” he cheered “We are going to win!”
Everyone got onto their respective sides.
Yourself, Tyler and Mark on the left side of the lounge with Ethan, Prim, Dane and Connie on the opposing side.
“Alright men,” you began “I’ll take out Ethan, their biggest threat. Tyler, you take Dane and Connie. Mark, you get Prim.”
“Roger.” the two said in unison.
“But, watch for Connie, soldiers.” you forewarned “He’s a wild card.”
You three broke apart and got into dramatic positions. The children giggled.
“No!” Ethan cried “Don’t let them distract you!”
“Guns ready! Three, two, one! GO!” Tyler cheered.
The seven of you broke loose. Anarchy rained and childish giggles laced the joyful air. Mark was quick to be taken down by both Prim and Dane. Tyler went to the aid of his fallen comrade but was soon after jumped by Connie.
You laughed hysterically, forgetting your assigned task.
“Mark, no!” you whailed.
Though, the sadness was short lived when two arms snaked their way under your own. You gasped in surprise.
“I got her! I got her!” Ethan chuckled. His hands went to work on manipulating your sides. You body betrayed you in letting a laugh bubble through your throat.
“God NO!” You began to screech with laughter in joyus bursts.
You couldn’t really run away, so instead you dropped to your knees, hoping to leave Ethan’s grip. But he only dropped with you, encircling his arms around your torso to lessen your movement.
“E-E-Ethan! Hav-hahah-have merccc-c-cy!” you whined, laughing intensified.
“Give in (Y/n),” you heard Tyler chuckle “their power is unmatchable.”
“I givv-v-ve up!” you cried.
Ethan laughed and let you go, leaving you to catch some needed breath.
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Once the war was won, you all resorted to playing with the toy’s instead.
One toy in particular you thought was quite cute; an old fashioned toy phone. The one with the spin dial and the coil cord.
“Ah jee, doesn’t this bring memories.” You said to Ethan. He was standing next to you as you picked it up.
“Holy shit, that sure does.” he laughed “I used to have one, it was green.”
You smiled at the faded blue toy “But where’s the phone?”
“Sh!” Dane suddenly snapped “I’m on a call!”
You shook your head silently and looked up to Ethan. He grinned and shrugged.
At once you began to feel a tugging on your legs.
Both you and the blue haired boy looked down.
It was Dane wrapping the phone coil around both of you. He started to chat happily.
“Ethan and (Y/n) sittin’ in a tree!”
Soon both Tyler and Mark had joined in. Followed by a laughing Connie and a smiling Prim.
“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” the group chorused “First comes love! Then comes marriage! Then comes a baby in the baby carriage!”
The coil bounded you and the youtuber together at the knees, hips and waist. You were physically pressed to each other.
Ethan’s face began to show a great contrast with his hair when it flushed red. Yours following suit.
“Mark, why are their faces red?” Connie whispered.
“Because they are in love.” Mark replied, beaming at the sight. Tyler let loose a hearty laugh when he heard Mark’s declaration.
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The rest of the evening was filled with many, many laughs and plenty of childish embarrassment. Though, the two of you did get freed eventually, the teasing did not let up. But, sooner or later, it drew close to bedtime.
You gently scooped up Connie and Dane once they began to yawn. Ethan picking up Prim.
“Time for the sleeps, kiddos’.” you lulled softly.
“Mark and I are going to clean this up,” Tyler smiled to you, gesturing to the cluster of throw about toys. You nodded to him quietly.
Gaining your way up the stairs, you reached the kids’ designated bedroom and placed both Dane and Connie in their beds. They both offered you hushed goodnights.
Ethan went to do the same, finding the small girl asleep in his arms. He was careful when resting her upon the covers, layering her in a fluffy down duvet.
“Awe,” you hummed “What a great dad you’d be.”
Though it was said in a joking matter, you had still meant it.
“Wouldn’t I though.” he beamed.
“Of course.” you agreed, walking to the door, stopping to let Ethan out before you.
He closed to door softly behind him.
“I’m sure I could master raising any amount of kids with one hand,” he joked.
You looked at him and chuckled.
“as long as you are holding the other one.”
You froze for a moment, your gaze raking his features. He simply smiled and leant forward.
Ethan’s lips meant yours in a calm, gentle kiss. You described it was warm, and firm.
Kissing him back was charming, you went and tied you arms around his neck, with his resting on your hips.
“So I expected you to put the kids to bed, not make some more.” Mark suddenly coughed.
Ethan and you were fast to break apart, the youtuber’s gaze collapsing awkwardly.
“Cooties…” Mark mumbled, retreating back down stairs.
You couldn’t help yourself when another placid smile captured your face. Babysitting sure wasn’t fun without friends.