Random Markiplier Smut (Requests Open)

Punk!Mark x Pastel!Ethan

"Hey, Ethan. Can you pick up my paper work from Ian's house." Ethan's mom asks, yelling upstairs, the feminine voice having a stern yet welcoming tone to it as it traveled through Ethan's ears.

Ethan, begrudged, gets off of his pastel blue and green bed and walks out of his room, and finds himself downstairs to where his mom was, standing in front of the hallway mirror, looking at herself and fixing her hair. He looks at her with his soft brown eyes, taking in what she was wearing. She was wearing a black and silver pants suit and looked like a very strong independent mother. He knew she had put a lot of effort into her outfit by the expression that she was giving Ethan, for him to only give her a satisfied look, telling her she looked good.

To be completely honest he just wanted food, not to go out and maybe live stream himself talking like always. Not interacting and keeping to himself and his online friends like every other Saturday. His mother hated it but she understood that because of his attitude he struggled making friends at his school. But no matter what. His mother had to make him go outside.

"Mom. You know how much I hate it there." Ethan whines, looking at her with crossed arms, the softness of the inside of his sweater making his arms tingle slightly.

"I know." He says, messing the boys hair up, along with the flower crown a top him head. "They wouldn't pick on you as much if you didn't dress like a girl."

Ethan looks at himself up and down with the mirror he was standing by. He didn't think he looked like a girl. Baggy baby blue sweater that went down to his slightly pudgy hips, tan coveralls, knee high socks with cat ears and with a blue and purple flower crown matching his blue tinted hair.

"I don't look like a girl." He says, smiling slightly. "Just super gay."

His mother chuckles before hugging him tightly. He hugs back and she pulls away after a moment to look at him.

"I know you're gay. And I love it about you. But if you're transgender you can always tell me."

He rolls his eyes, biting his tongue. He was having a pretty good day and he didn't want to ruin it by having a fight of gender and sexuality and how they aren't the same thing, so he just shrugged it off.

"Okay mom. I'll go get those papers now." He chuckles, opening the door to the sunny, summers day.

He steps outside, closing the door behind him and starting to walk down the street. The family he was going to visit for his mother was much different than his. He family was calm with soft movement. Sweet and Happy. Ian's on the other hand, not so much.

He vividly remembers getting pinned down by the kids and teased for being skinny, getting kissed on the neck and even had one of his favorite sweaters cut off before they 'got bored' and let him go. He'd never tell his mother because of the death threats he got but he marched on. For his mom.

As he approached the house lined with dead or dying bushes and plants, he slowly feels his heart starts to sink. His breath hitched as he stepped on a branch, jumping slightly. He looked around to make sure no one saw and continued to walk up to the house.

Once his got to the door he took a moment to search for a door bell. After about thirty seconds he finds one buried underneath a pile of cobwebs. He shakes his head in a disgusted way and just knocks on the door with his sleeve covering his fist. The knock was slightly muffled but it did the job.

After about a minute the door slowly opens to reveal a red hair boy his age, covered in tattoos, that had damp hair and was only wearing a towel. Ethan blushed instantly and swallowed harshly, trying to stay professional.

"Can I help you?" The boy asks, his words cutting deeper then a knife through Ethan's heart.

Ethan looks away from the boy for a moment, gaining his composer and looking at the red haired boy again, only to see that he was staring at his body, biting the middle of his lip.