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He Tian x Mo Guanshan Tianshan week Day 7

He Tian x Mo Guanshan  - A jerk which I came to like more and more

(Mo Guanshan’s POV, a summary from almost all events with them and how Momo felt)

Mo Guanshan recalls which thoughts he had during the shit He Tian put him through while laying on his bed, confused. He tries to understand why it turned out like this and why named devil saved him from being framed. And finally, he realizes it.


He hits me.

Every day, wherever I am, wherever we are.

I won’t forget the day I met him as long as I live, the memory of his sinister, coal black eyes imprinted into my soul like a brand on a slave.

I threatened him to fight, oh if I already knew back there what he would do to me.

His hair so dark that no one could be sure if it was actually brown or black, the smooth strands falling over his eyes, overshadowing them just enough to make them more dangerous than they were from the start. A body which makes me cringe with disgust, I hate how tall he is, taller than me, trained shoulders and long, strong arms like it wouldn’t cause him any trouble lifting me up. I hope I will never find out if he could do that. Although I already know the answer.

How can someone be this handsome, it is absurd.

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Perfect Pizza

Originally posted by 1dftmarkiplier

Request: heard you needed ideas so maybe making homemade pizzas with teamiplier and it ends up a mess so they just order some(possible a little Ethan x reader action *wiggles eyebrows*)

A/N: I wasnt sure what you implied by action with wiggly eyebrows, so I hope what I wrote is okay. There is no smut in this fiction :)

  • Reader X Teamiplier(Main: Ethan)
  • Summary: Making Pizza with teamiplier goes about as well as you’d expect, and after a food fight breaks loose the team discover a secret!
  • Non Gender Specific pronouns
  • Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of food

“So for the first time amongst the Markiplier Makes series, we are trying something again. Partly because Amy wanted to try making pizza and see if she can do any better than us, and partly because the fridge is empty and we’re hungry.” Mark explains to the camera, with Amy, Tyler and Ethan standing next to him in front of the kitchen counter.

“We have Y/N and Kathryn currently operating the cameras, but they will be joining in when needed as this is literally our dinner tonight and so they will murder us if we do not make something edible.”
“Agreed.” You and Kathryn spoke in unison.

The timer started (A good five minutes instead of three to try and ensure the pizza will be edible) and the team set to work, you were pacing the kitchen with the camera getting close ups on the hand-spoon action.

Everyone was rushing around you, desperate to get the perfect dough, when Mark sent some flour flying across the room, a cloud of it covering your face and hair. You froze in place and turned to Ethan.

“The white hair suits you!” He laughed as you shook your head sending flour clouds across the room. Tyler was carefully pouring some oil onto a spoon when Mark bumped into him, sending oil flying everywhere, including all over Ethan.

“Mmm perfect, if this doesn’t cure my acne nothing will.” He spat as you tried to control your laughter.

With thirty seconds left to go, you had some odd looking pizza dough, An oil covered Ethan, Yourself covered in flour and some oil in you hair (you have no idea how or when it got there).

“That’s time!” Tyler shouted. Everyone froze, Mark looked across the mess and giggled to himself.

“I really thought the two minutes extra would make it impossible to screw up. How did this happen?” His laughter grew louder.

You vaguely cleared up and laid out the toppings, as the 4 dough’s were stretched out into circles. Well, debatable circles. You bought the camera up to the pizza as Tyler spread the tomato sauce over it, before patting it with his hand, sending a glob of it onto the camera lens.

“Tyler! You can get it on me but not the camera lens! The camera is actually valuable!” You laughed with slight concern, cleaning the camera.

“Oh okay, I’ll get it on you instead then.” He smirked as he patted the pizza again, sending a spray of tomato over you. War had begun.

Toppings were catapulted across the kitchen, from cheese in Amy’s hair to pepperoni on Marks shoulders. Kathryn was off set guarding the cameras while snacking on some of the toppings she had salvaged from the fight. You were all so immersed in revenge that you forgot you had set yourself only three minutes to do toppings. As the sound of the timer went off, you turned looking to the bare pizzas, and then to each other, covered in toppings. You all burst out laughing.

“You two have enough sauce and oil on your faces to be the pizza base.” Mark said standing in between you and Ethan. You watched as Ethan turned to the table and picked up a small circle of ham, before sticking it on you nose. You tried to hide the giggle so it didn’t fall off your face.

“Well that’s wasteful, arent you going to eat it?” Tyler joked. You frowned before turning to meet Marks smirk. “Go on then.” He giggled as you and Ethan awkwardly looked at each other.

Ethan went to move his hand, before mark grabbed it and stared him down. He smiled as he leaned in and gently scraping your nose with his teeth, removed the ham and happily ate the ham.

“Is it good?” Mark asked, he took such joy in making a fool out of Ethan.

“Its alright, but with the sauce from your face its kind of lacking in cheese.” Ethan said, immediately regretting it as he saw Mark pick up a small stick of cheese.

“Open wide” Mark said as he held the cheese in front of you.
“What the fuck?” You laughed, as Mark took the opportunity and shoved the cheese in your mouth, you froze as it was held in place by your teeth.

“Go on then, Ethan. You wouldn’t have pizza without cheese.” Mark giggles as you stood with a stick of cheese poking out your mouth.

“Its about time you made it public, we all know. Its obvious.” Kathryn said, snacking on pineapple. Tyler, Amy and Mark turned in shock and excitement to the two of you.

“We went on one date, its not obvious and I don’t do PDA.” Ethan explained as everyone stared at him looking unimpressed.

“Well now you’ve said your dating you’re gonna have to. The community will not rest. Eat the damn cheese and kiss your date.” Amy said with excitement.

“Guys im not-” Ethan tried stalling, but you rolled your eyes and grabbed his face, pushing the cheese into his mouth as your lips slightly brushed together.

Mark stood in awe as you wiped your hands on your jeans, forgetting his face was covered with oil and toppings.

“Wait so are you two really a thing?” Tyler asked unsure.

Ethan looked at you and you met his gaze, before he worryingly turned his attention to the camera, unsure of what to say or do.

“You’re the one editing this so what footage you use is up to you. Go on. Tell.” Mark said, the anticipation showing on his face.

“Kinda. Yeah. It’s early days and not a big deal-” Ethan was cut off by Mark and Amy both squealing, clearly wanting details.

“Anyway, how about we get these pizza’s in the oven? Im starving.” You change the subject rapidly knowing how embarrassed and awkward you both felt.

With the pizza’s baking you handed a towel to Ethan as the two of you attempted to clean the ingredients off your skin and hair. You both rubbed your hair between the towel before looking at each other, to see you both rocking mo-hawks where the oil and flour made your hair stand freely.
“Ah shit dude we’re anime characters now!” Ethan gasped as you both erupted into laughter.

The pizzas came out of the oven and it came to judging. Your eyes scanned the four odd looking dished in front of you as you and Kathryn shared a concerned look. You took a bite of them all, Tyler first and Ethan last. You winced and placed a comforting hand onto Ethan’s shoulder.
“As much as I love you, and-” Your sentence interrupted by “Awh”s from the team, as Mark put his hands on his chest and mimed ‘My heart’
“and as hard as you tried… this is disgusting. Sorry.” You laughed as you covered your mouth, trying to swallow the gross mess.

After some discussion with Kathryn you came to the conclusion that Amy won for “most edible” but that none of them were probably safe for human consumption and that ordering a takeaway was probably the best idea.

Mean Hoe-mo Minho™, Hipster Dude Newt™, and Fuck Boy Tommy™: The Love Triangle

Ho-ho-ho-homos! Alright alright alright. Y’all are on my naughty list for not being able to quit yapping about one of these three getting in between your fucking OTP. I don’t give a flying fuck who your OTP is, and I just want to write a fucking love triangle alright? Yoooookayy. College AU as always, and if you don’t know who the fuck this Fuck Boy Tommy™ is, educate yourself here, and here.

  • Meet Mean Hoe-mo Minho™, the meanest, most badass homosexual senior in Glade Uni. He might have dimples and walk around in a rainbow tank, but if you have the balls to call him “Faggot!” like this wrestler Gally once did, he’s going to shove your balls so far up they might end up in your throat. (Gally’s are just fine, thanks for not asking. He turned out to be bi.)
  • Mean Hoe-mo Minho™ is the President of Alpha Alpha Alpha fraternity. That being said, he fucks around, a lot. He’s so fucking good looking, and the best in bed according to 50% of the guy population in Glade Uni. We don’t even know who actually slept with him and who made shit up. The fact remains: Mean Hoe-mo is Hot with a capital H.
  • Then the most cliched thing happened: some pretentious stuck up lit student nerd who doesn’t wanna do shit with any frat and prefers herbal tea over pumpkin spice latte came into Minho’s life and he fell in love just like that. This is obviously Hipster Dude Newt™. They met in English.
  • Long story short, they dated. Mean Hoe-mo isn’t who he is if he can’t get into the pants of literally anyone he laid his eyes on. Hipster Dude Newt™ obviously doesn’t wanna be mainstream, so when everyone avoids getting attached to Minho, he got attached to him. Apparently Hipster Dude Newt™ has a thing for dominating boys like Mean Hoe-mo Minho™. They have BDSM af sex all the time.
  • Then came this idiot of a freshman, Fuck Boy Tommy™. Seriously, how can you have 4.0 GPA AND this crap you call a love life? PLS.
  • Fuck Boy Tommy™ idolizes Mean Hoe-mo Minho™ like a fucking God. He wants to BE him. What better way to be him other than TRYING TO HIT IT OFF WITH HIS VERY OWN BOYFRIEND? Aim high, hit low, RIGHT? Holy shit.
  • Okay, alright, he didn’t know Hipster Dude Newt™ is Mean Hoe-mo Minho™’s boyfriend. BUT EVEN AFTER the snapchat incident, he still tries to get in his pants. Jesus Christ. “Where are you going, Newt?” “Can we hang out, Newt?” Every time, after French. “Tommy, sod off.”
  • Minho isn’t happy with this, obviously. He comes up to him after one of his classes, confronting him, “Thomas, are you fucking high? I don’t know what kind of drug you’re on, but you’ve been hitting on my boyfriend. Unless you’re no longer rushing for Alpha Alpha Alpha, get your veiny hands off him.” (Ngl Tommy is kinda hot, but he’s a fuckboy.) Fuck Boy Tommy™ replies, “BUT HE CALLS ME TOMMY!” Pshhh Tommy. “Yeah? Well, he calls me ‘daddy’.” Apply cold water to burned area.
  • Fuck Boy Tommy™ doesn’t give up. “Well, can I call you ‘daddy’ too?” Mean Hoe had never been so conflicted in his life. Two boys calling him daddy in one bed sounds extremely tempting. Do NOT look at those veiny hands, Minho. Ah. YOLO. “Maybe, if you lose the stache and the beard. You’re so much hotter without them” they really are ugly and Minho had never even seen Thomas without them.
  • “Oh my God. I thought you were different. You did not just say that. For someone who wears gay rainbow tank around, that’s very judgmental.” Fuck Boy Tommy™ never felt so offended in his life. The stache and the beard is everything, it’s part of his identity, it’s who he is as a person. Fuck that Mean Hoe and Hipster Dude. Fuck trying to be Mean Hoe-mo Minho™, fuck the Alpha Alpha Alpha house. He’s off to find someone who appreciate his scruff AND can call daddy.
  • Fuck Boy Tommy™ complains again to Chuck. He groans and says “Told ya the beard is ugly.” Fuck Boy Tommy™ looks at the mirror and sees nothing wrong. “You’re ugly, you nerd.” he says to Chuck, considering to switch roommates next year.
  • (TBH? Who wants to be your roommate, Thomas?)

Mean Hoe-Mo Minho™, Hipster Dude Newt™, and Fuck Boy Tommy™, brought to you by K.