#someone posted a screenshot of it and i started blushing furiously and had to find the source asap

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um hello why didnt anyone tell me about this!!!!!!!

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just you (2)

Honestly, when I posted ‘just you’, i also didn’t plan to write a part two for it but inspiration hit me today (sort of). So. to those who asked for a part two to ‘just you’, here it is. to those who requested it, hope you enjoy! 

READ: PART ONE

p/s: thank you for 200 followers and for sending in your requests! rest assured that i will be writing them so don’t worry if you don’t see your requests very soon. i tend to post once a day (for now).

“You really like her, don’t you, Five?”

Five looks up from the coffee he had been contemplating to drink and raises an eyebrow at Allison. “What are you talking about?” He knows exactly what Allison is getting at but Five isn’t quite ready to discuss anything with his older sister. He might talk about it with Vanya – and this is only because Vanya is one of the major catalysts that led in to an ‘us’ between him and you – but nope, he really does not want to talk about it with his sister.

Allison gives him a pointed look as she places down the knife and fork beside her plate. “Are we really going to be doing this?” She asks, shaking her head. “I heard things, here and there, that you are now in a relationship – the longest relationship you have, to date that is.” It isn’t like Allison hasn’t been aware of Five’s past activities – almost everyone in the family with the exception of Pogo and Mom are aware – so, it came as a surprise to her when one of her classmates told her how the last single member of the Hargreeves family is no longer single.

(Although, there are times when Allison finds it hard to believe that her classmates are crushing on her younger brother).

Allison clears her throat. “So, who is she? And when will we be able to meet this lucky girl that managed to tame the resident bad boy?” She teases, smirking at Five.

Five rolls his eyes in response, shaking his head. “How about never?” He throws back. “Meeting everyone in this family will scare Y/N away.” Five replies, furrowing his eyebrows and Allison looks at him in slight disbelief. “Besides, everyone has already seen her a few times.” Five finally picks up the cup of coffee and takes a sip before he grimaces at the taste. “This is shit.”

Allison chuckles amused by Five’s obsession with coffee because no one in the house drank coffee at all since Dad disliked caffeine. “Y/N? That’s a nice name.”

Five nods his head in agreement; he thinks your name is really nice too however, he ultimately likes it when you softly call out his name. It never fails to make his body feel nice, warm and tingly as sappy as it is for him to say.

“Invite her over for lunch tomorrow – or dinner, if you like.”

Five is slightly regretful he had already swollen the coffee because otherwise he would have accidentally spat it out towards Allison. “What? Why?” He furrows his eyebrows; there are so many things that could go wrong and Five isn’t really ready to share you with everyone else in the family!

“Five, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way; one of the boys can easily bring Y/N here too. Nevertheless, we would love to officially meet whoever the lucky person is.” Allison reiterates, picking up her fork and knife once more, signifying the end of the conversation and Five groans in annoyance.

“Fine.”

Once Five comes back from dinner with Allison, he flops on the bed and dials your number, waiting for you to pick up and when your smiling face appears on the screen, Five mirrors it, bringing the phone slightly closer to his face. “Hey, missed you today.”

Your cheeks flush as you giggle. “Missed you too, Five.” You are currently sitting at the window sill and Five wonders what you have been up to today. “How was your day spent with your sister?”

Five rolls on to his back, lifting his hand up so that the phone is facing down, and you can see him on his bed. “It was alright until it wasn’t.” He runs a hand through his hair, mussing it up. “Allison wants to know if you are available for lunch tomorrow. I would ask you to come for breakfast but none of my family members are early risers.” Five almost finds it comically that upon hearing what he had just said, you accidentally dropped your phone and Five leans up on one of his elbows. “Are you alright, Y/N?”

The screen is dark but there is movement and suddenly your face is back on the screen. “Lunch?” You ask him nervously. Grabbing the stuffed bear Five had gotten for you, you hug it close to your chest. To say you are nervous would be an understatement. The two of you have only been dating for almost two months now and even though you have gone on a number of dates – all of which you had absolutely enjoyed, even if some of those dates are spent by sitting in Griddy’s doughnuts – you still aren’t sure if you are completely ready to meet his family. “What if they don’t like me, Five?”

“Y/N, relax. They are mostly harmless – they will love you. Although, I hope not too much. Klaus can get a little bit too clingy once he likes someone and Allison will probably just be happy that she has another girl in the family.” Five tries to appease you and suddenly, Five wishes he is right there with you, instead of being on this video-call.

“You think so?” You ask him shyly as you get off the window sill and head to your bed. You place the bear Five had given you on your right and made yourself comfortable on the bed, pulling the covers up to your chin as you lean the phone on the bear so that you don’t have to hold it. “So, um, do I have to bring anything tomorrow? I should have enough time to bake some brownies… or cookies. Everyone loves brownies and cookies, right?”

Five chuckles, a smile appearing on his face as he listens to you rambling. He still remembers the first date the two of you had gone on. He had taken you to this quaint little coffee shop that was not far from school and to Five’s delight, you had actually enjoyed the coffee the place had served despite not being a coffee fan yourself. Fie learned so many things about you that day and he is glad you decided to give him a fair chance – a chance for him to show you who he truly is. “You’re adorable.” Sometimes, Five just can’t help it. “You can bring whichever you think won’t take too much work for you to do. You don’t need to win them over; they will adore you, just like me.”

You blush furiously, covering your face with your covers. “Stop it, Five.” You whine and Five chuckles under his breath as he turns to his right, holding the phone against his pillow. You pull the covers back and peek at your phone, a smile appearing on your face as you stare your boyfriend. “Can you tell me a story?” You ask him. This is something that the two of you had started doing quite recently; every other day, the two of you would exchange stories – sometimes it was fictional, most of the times, it was stories of when Five was younger or when you were younger.

Five nods his head. “Don’t laugh about this, okay?” He looks at you pointedly and you nod your head, starting to feel very drowsy. The rain outside did not help either. “I used to have an imaginary friend called Delores.” Honestly, you think you can listen to your boyfriend talk about anything all day every day. There is just something about his voice that always manages to keep you calm and seeing as you are all tucked in your bed right now, listening to him talk about the shenanigans he did with his imaginary friend, Delores is slowly lulling you to sleep. “So, Delores and I-“ Five abruptly stops talking when he hears your soft snores and a genuine smile appears on his face. Five takes that chance to screenshot your sleeping face, reminding himself to change his home screen photo tomorrow and tucks himself in to bed too. “Night, Y/N.”

(The next morning, you woke up to see Five sleeping soundly, looking very relaxed and you did the same thing as he had done the previous night: screen shot his sleeping face so that you can use it as your home screen too).

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You Look Happier | Chapter 5

university au, teamiplier + jack

platonic/romance/angst/(smut at one point but it’ll only be on ao3)

previous chapter

“It was awful!” I rambled, anxiously pacing around my living room. “Oh god, it was going so well and then it just fucking - ah!” I rubbed my hands together, my mind buzzing horribly.

“I didn’t know Hollywood Hills had business hours,” said Jack, who was sat on the couch. “Did you get a fine?”

“No, but I did have an anxiety attack,” I groaned.

“Oh no.” Jack sat up. “What did Ethan do?”

I cringed as I remembered the irrational crying and hyperventilating. God, it was so embarrassing and stupid, I was trying not to reduce myself to tears. “Nothing. He didn’t know what to do! He just rubbed my back and told me to breathe!”

“So he didn’t do anything wrong?”

I shook my head. “But it was so stupid! Everything was perfectly fine until I ruined it!”

Jack then stood up and went to me. “Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t ruin anything, and I’m sure Ethan told you the same thing.”

“Yeah, and how long will it be before he gets tired of it? How long do I have before he starts rolling his eyes at me?” I asked, knowing exactly how insane I sounded, but I couldn’t stop these thoughts from spilling out.

“You need to trust him,” Jack firmly said. “And it sounds impossible, but it’s not. It just takes time.”

I sighed. “I don’t want to be afraid of him. I don’t want to run away from him… I don’t want to be sad anymore…”

“I know. You won’t always be said, you have to know that.”

This was exhausting. How long was I going to be like this? When would I stop being such a stick in the mud? When will everything just stop?

Jack gently hugged me as I started to cry. I wanted all of this bad stuff to be over. I wanted to give up, I wanted to stop fighting. It was more tiring than just being depressed and anxious all the time. At least I know what to expect with the latter; It was easier to stay on the ground.

“No one said recovery was easy,” he told me. “You have to take the good with the bad. And you have to remember that this is only the beginning. You have plenty of time, and you have plenty of people who want to support you.”

I didn’t realize that I had said any of that out loud. I didn’t care. None of this was worth it. It was always going to be this way.

“No, it won’t,” Jack reassured. “And it’s completely worth it. You’ll have your good days and bad days. That’s how you can appreciate the good.”

He kept telling me these things as I cried Things were hard to hear. My knee-jerk reaction was finding a reason to stay in my private, comfy sinkhole of depression. In that moment, I couldn’t believe that I could get better. I was broken beyond repair.

However, once the worst of it was over, I wondered why I acted like that in the first place. Yes, Ethan and I got a stern talking-to by a Hollywood Hills security guard, but it wasn’t that big a deal. Yes, I was trying to get my shit together, I had done this before in the past. I knew from prior experience that I couldn’t just expect everything to be better overnight… as much as I wanted it to be like that.

~

I had forgotten how consistent you had to be when it came to communication in relationships. Ethan sent me a text a few days after the Hollywood Hills incident that made me feel kind of like an asshole.

“Hey, you’re not mad at me are you?”

Of course not. I’ve just been too exhausted and embarrassed to talk to specifically him. How does one say that without sounding crazy or rude?

“No lol I’ve just been kinda busy,” I typed before sending. Then, as an add-on, “Sorry for the silence.” Then I realized how cold and distant I sounded, so I sent some emojis following my two messages. That was three. I just triple texted.

Although, Ethan didn’t take ten years to respond this time.

“Okay, just making sure. Besides that, is everything okay?”

How can he tell? What did I say? Was I really that obvious? Was the storm cloud above my head actually visible? I was hesitating. I didn’t want to lie to him, but I didn’t want to be a burden either.

“Sometimes I’m bad at keeping in contact, even if it’s people I really like.” I sent it before I could panic.

My heart pounded as I read his reply.

“Aww… I’m the same way lol… I really like you too.”

FUCK. ABORT. RUN AWAY!

“Ay, no seas pendeja,” I mumbled to myself, catching my immediate reaction before it could spiral. “We’ve been at it for this long, we’ve already established this crap. C’mon Bella, no seas chillona.”

I sent back the monkey covering its eyes and the blue heart emojis. Then, I filmed a video to distract myself. Thankfully, I was able to be by myself again, which meant that I could film a cover while Jack was away on campus.

While I was doing my makeup, I got another text from Ethan. He was what I was doing, and I told him. Then, he asked if he could listen somehow, and I was convinced to let him in on a Skype call.

“Hey!” he greeted when his face popped up on my laptop screen.

“Hi! Don’t mind me, I’m just putting on my actual face,” I told him. “I’m nearly done.”

“Take your time,” Ethan said, resting his chin in his hands. “Work your magic.”

I took my laptop over to the bathroom and moved my products aside. Then, I continued with my routine, not really conscious of the fact that I was being watched. Strangely enough, I didn’t really mind people watching me do something I knew I was good at. Plus, I was sure Ethan would get bored of me and open another tab until I was ready to sing.

“How do you do the wing?” he asked, much to my surprise.

I paused, letting that surprised feeling pass over. “Um… I’ve had to sacrifice all my babies,” I finally answered. “I also had to summon like, five different demons with the blood of a virgin.”

“And who did you murder to get that contour?” he egged on.

I sighed as I applied highlighter to the tops of my cheekbones. “You know too much already.”

Ethan giggled. “Well, I’ll stop asking questions, Miss Makeup Artist Person Expert.”

“Yeah, stay in your lane, Mr. Gamer Person Man.”

I finished up with my makeup routine by spritzing some setting spray onto my face. For a second, I forgot I was being watched, and I had a moment of… “feelin’ myself.” I turned my head from side to side, watching my highlight catch the light. I appreciated the sharpness of my winged liner and the flawlessness of my eyebrows.

Suddenly, I heard a shutter sound and snapped out of my vain moment. I turned back to Ethan on the screen, my eyes widening.

“I’m not doin’ nothin’,” he said, feigning innocence.

“Oh god. I can only hope I look good in that screenshot,” I said timidly.

“You always look good.”

I rolled my eyes and put on my best “white girl” accent. “Aw, thanks boo!”

Then, I took my laptop back to my room. I set it down on the bed and went to get my keyboard. I stood it in front of my bed, since I didn’t have a proper bench. After, I went to grab my lights that I left in the living room.

“What are you gonna sing?” Ethan prompted.

“I’m thinking Dodie,” I replied as I went to grab my camera and tripod. “Or something else, I’m not sure.”

“Dodie,” he said. “You gotta sing Dodie.”

I hesitated as I turned on the camera and lights. “I’ve been practicing ‘When’ but I don’t know if it’s good enough.”

“Let’s hear it then. I’ll tell you if it’s good.”

It was more nervewracking knowing that Ethan was the one hearing me sing. I always needed to sing for someone before posting on my channel, but since it was going to be the guy I liked this time, I was a little nervous. I also found the song because of him, too. I could only hope I would do it justice.

Nervously, I sat down on the bed and placed my fingers on the keys. After breathing deeply, I played the first few notes of the song, but I had to start over a few times. To be honest, I was just stalling, but I got to it eventually.

“I think I’ve been telling lies, ‘cause I’ve never been in love Everyone falls for the sunshine disguise Distracted by who they’re thinking of”

The vocals were a little too soft for my liking, but the lyrics and Ethan’s persistence are what won me over. The more I sang it, the more lost I got in it.

“Am I the only one wishing life away? Never caught up in the moment, busy begging the past to stay Memories painted with much brighter ink They tell me I loved, teach me how to think”

Part of me wished for the day I would find a happy song that I could relate to.

I sighed when I finished the song. Sheepishly, I turned to Ethan, who had a huge smile on his face. He started with a slow clap.

“You’re so talented!” he exclaimed. “Ah, your voice is so nice! I love it!”

“Thanks,” I replied, blushing furiously. “That should go on my channel, then?”

“Yes! Record it and post it, like, right now,” he excitedly told me.

“Ahh, should I?”

“Do it. Do it, and… then we’ll go out after?” Ethan said the last bit slowly and softly.

Honestly, that was all it took for me to hit “record.”

~

This time, we went to the beach. It was cold as hell, being mid-January. But it was quiet and lacking of other people. It was also getting dark, which only made it colder. I was comfortable.

“Leggings were a bad idea,” I commented as we walked on the sand. “You’re gonna have to cut off my legs later.”

“You should’ve told me sooner,” Ethan replied. “I would’ve brought a chainsaw or something.”

We both stayed silent. Then we looked at each other and laughed. Thank god we had a similar sense of humor. It was easy to be around him.

“Hey, so,” Ethan said, changing the subject. “I… I overheard Mark saying that he was talking to you again?”

Spoke too soon.

“Uh, where did you hear that?” I asked in response.

“He was telling Tyler at the office,” Ethan explained. “I just happened to… be in the room. So, it’s true, then?”

“We’re making amends,” I told him, looking out at the distance. “It’s just that… we were friends before we dated and… we want to get over the things that happened. And, I think if I don’t try to work out these things, then I’ll wind up making the same mistakes in other relationships.”

Ethan didn’t say anything at first, which prompted me to ramble.

“I’ve known Mark for two, almost three, years,” I added. “We have a lot of history. I still want him to be my friend. A-And like I said, I don’t want my past mistakes to happen in this relationship.”

“I get it,” he finally said. “That’s good that you still wanna be friends.”

“Yeah, I probably should’ve told you sooner,” I said. “I feel like that’s something you deserve to know.”

“It’s okay. I mean, he doesn’t know about… this.” Ethan gestured between the two of us. “So I guess that’s fair.”

I wanted to ask what we are but… you know the cause by now. All I knew was that we definitely weren’t just friends.

“You wanna get food and eat in the car?” he asked after a while.

“Absolutely.”

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