#crankgameplays fic

[writingsbyzuzu]

high enough

five - speed drive

can we even call this an x assistant!reader at this point?

based on speed drive by charli xcx

You hadn't even been talking to Alex a total of five minutes when you feel someone tug your elbow.

"You have to go," Brit shouts. "What, why?" you and Alex look at her confused. "Ethan is here! You have to go before either of you see the other- out the back, Annie is talking to an employee right now."

"What? My Ethan? But we just got here like an ho-" you say.. "You have a minute max," Brit gestures with her hand for you to get going.

"Why does everyone keep giving me a time limit?? And y'all expect me to leave the club by myself?" you exclaim. Alex shakes his head. "No, I'll come with you, let's go. I can't hear your lovely voice over this damn music anyways," he chuckles.

Brit nods quickly, and with that, Alex grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd, and you try to do your best to keep up with his fast pace, his long legs blurring.

You see Annie holding the bar door open, and Alex pulls you through the back exit, the two of you running down the alley. You laugh from the exhilaration, and the two of you dart and weave through the Los Angeles streets.

Alex finally stops in front of a diner, panting. He crouches down, trying to catch his breath. You do the same, taking in deep breaths. "We should go in before someone sees us," you pant. Alex nods, fully standing back up. The two of you enter the diner, taking a seat at one of the back booths.

The two of you sit there a moment quietly observing each other. Alex finally grins at you, and you grin back. However the moment is cut short by your phone buzzing.

Incoming call: Rini 🌻

That then gets interrupted by another incoming call.

Incoming call: Ethan Nestor

You decline both calls, before peering out the window. "I'll call her back, Brit and Annie will just tell her we left, I'll meet them at home later," you turn back to Alex.

"Who's your Ethan?" he asks. He doesn't seem to be angry or annoyed, just curious.

"Pardon?"

"At the club," he lifts a leg up onto his seat, hugging his knee to his chest before continuing, "Brittney said Ethan was here, and you asked her if was your Ethan. Who's your Ethan?"

You look at him for a minute, but Alex's curious expression never falters. You look back out the window for a moment and sharply inhale. "He's my old boss, a professional boxer. I quit working for him two weeks ago. He's apparently not taking it very well."

Alex's phone begins to buzz. He looks at it, holds a finger up, and answers it. "Yeah Rini. Yeah, she's with me, we left twenty minutes ago. Okay. Okay, yeah no problem. Bye." He hangs up, readjusting his focus back onto you.

He leans back in the booth, thinking for a moment. "Is that why you didn't want to see him? Are you scared of him?"

You laugh dryly. "I'm scared of confrontation, I kind of lied to him and then bailed before the biggest moment of his career so I could advance mine. But scared of Ethan?" You turn back to look at Alex. "I could never be scared of him, he would never hurt me. Physically, at least."

Alex keeps looking at you, his eyes never wandering elsewhere. The silence felt deafening, so you opt to speak again.

"You don't think that makes me a terrible person, does it?"

"Rini said you were a glorified water girl. And that he never gave you a raise in four years."

You nod, fidgeting with your hands, looking down at the table. "I'd say more than a water girl, I did other things. But the raise thing, that's accurate."

Alex nods, then speaks. "Then I think there's nothing wrong with you, which is what I was worried about."

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?" you ask him, looking back up. He smiles at you, chuckling softly. "I mean, if I got to have a girl like you around, I'd be throwing everything I had at you. I can't blame you for wanting better."

There's another moment of eye contact, before you break the silence again. "Well let's hope I have it." His gentle smile breaks into a full grin. "I hope you have."

Your phone buzzes once more, but you shut it off without even a glance. But that's when you register the flash of light outside the restaurant.

"Shit," Alex mutters. "Paps."

You lift your hand to cover your face, but it's fruitless, there's several of them taking photos of the two of you through the window.

Alex looks over at them, then at you, who's turned your face away.

"Can I take you home?" he asks. "What?" Your eyes turn as big as saucers at the question. He laughs, then wildly shakes his head. "Let me rephrase, can I give you a ride home?"

"Sounds good to me."

The two of you exit the restaurant, the cameras following. But Alex just stops, pulling his wallet out. "Can you guys, really, please just go?" He starts passing out bills to the photographers. "You're making my friend uncomfortable," he murmurs.

They back off, and you and Alex walk back to his car. "Rini says you're going to join us on tour, you're helping her write songs."

You nod, putting your hands in your jean pockets. "Yeah, my best friend Annie and I, we used to perform as a folk duo during university. We didn't do it very often, but those are some of my best memories. When Rini offered for me to write and sing with her, I had to take up that opportunity, it would be nuts not to."

"I bet it's going to be one hell of an album, beyond a shadow of a doubt."

"I'm grateful she's giving me any opportunities. It's exciting to see life beyond a bench next to a boxing ring."

As you approach his car, he opens the door for you, gesturing for you to get in. As you slide into the seat, Alex smiles at you. "I'm glad you chose life past a boxing ring," he murmurs. He shuts the door and gets in on the other side.

The drive home is mostly silent, with Alex quietly humming to himself, thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

As he pulls up to the house, he shuts the car off and turn to you. "I had a fun time running away from your old boss with you," he jokes.

"I had fun too," you smile at him. Alex leans in and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again," he whispers.

"I'm looking forward to it too."

And with that, you exit the car, turning to give him a wave. He waits for you to get the front door, and then turns his car on and drives off.

The moment you open the door, you can hear all the chattering cease instantly. All of the girls are sitting in the living room in their pj's, sitting on the floor.

"There you are! We were wondering when he would return you to us," Brit smirked. "How was it?" Harini raises her eyebrows, patting a space next to her. You plop yourself down next to her.

"Holy shit, Harini, that is one dreamy man," you exhale. She grins and squeals, giving you a hug. "Well, the rumor mill is already buzzing. People saw Ethan run out of the club, looking around frantically before taking his girlfriend home, and not forty minutes later, you're photographed with Ireland's most eligible musician," Kiera teases.

"What? The photos are out already?"

All the girls nod, their eyes wide. Morgan pulls out her phone and pulls up the article.

Breaking; Alex Jamie Wilson caught with former boxer's assistant.

You groan. "Great, this is going to just fuel the fires."

"Good. Maybe this will finally get him to back off," Terra grumbles, tapping away on her phone.

Ethan stares down at his phone, sitting on his sofa, staring at those exact photos. Who the fuck was this guy? He swiped through them, scanning your face for any noticeable emotions. Nothing. Ethan felt like you were drifting further and further away from him, and from the you he got to know for four years.

Lizzy sits next to him, scrolling away on her phone, while Jerry sits across from the two of them, just watching the disaster that was this stunt relationship. Jerry clears his throat, but neither Ethan or Lizzy look up, with Ethan too captivated by the photos to even notice Jerry.

Why were you holding this guy's hand? Who was this guy? Did you leave the club with him? Did you go home with him?

Jerry tries to get his attention, but it's no use. He finally just lets out a loud "Ethan!"

Ethan manages to break his eyes away from his phone, looking at an exasperated Jerry. "Now do you see my point? These feelings of yours are unrequited. She's not interested in you, buddy. Let it go before it drags you and your entire career down with it. You are about to reach the biggest moment in your career. Table this for later if you have to. You need to focus on fighting. You got into the championship but you still have to do more matches for the qualifying rankings and set ups, so you need to have your eye on the ball, and stop staring at the damn phone."

Ethan refuses to believe Jerry, but he puts away his phone regardless. He worked too hard to give up now.

"Okay. Let's do it."

You hardly ever got a phone call from Ethan in the weeks afterwards. Life went on, and you couldn't lie, you had hardly noticed. You never picked up anyways.

In between song writing, dance rehearsal, and constant outfit fittings, your life became a mountain of to-do lists like you had never felt before. Harini wanted all of you on stage dancing for the upbeat songs, and man, it was work. Vocal training for back up singing was work. Most nights, you were exhausted. Even if you weren't too tired, you didn't want to speak to Ethan anyways.

But you were never too tired for Alex. You two hadn't progressed very far past a simple flirting stage so far, but you were the first person he would flit to when entering the studio. He was electric.

You were finally building your own life, and not one spent following Ethan, and you were having a blast doing it.

It was unfortunate that your old world and current had to collide tonight.

Damon had insisted that you all come to his match tonight. The only problem was it was the one of the rank qualifiers for both championships to determine who would fight who. Meaning that not only was Damon fighting tonight, but a certain former boss would be fighting. Just not each other, luckily, because they were separate championships.

You wanted to skip out, but then Harini joined in. "Please? We are just about to release an album we made jointly, we need the publicity. Plus they aren't even going to fight at the same time, so we won't even have to interact with him."

You had taken a long pause, thinking. "We can bring Alex," she told you in a sing song tone. "Fine."

The group steps out of the limo, the paparazzi following. You hear calls for you. "Are you here for Ethan? Are you going to cheer Ethan on?"

You see Alex look out of the corner of his eye at you. Great, why did you ever agree to this?

As you filtered through the crowd to get scanned in, you see Ethan doing his weigh ins. He turns to see your group, and the cameras and reporters go nuts.

"Harini, do you have anything you want to say to Ethan?"

Harini turns on her heels to look at Ethan. "Yeah, actually. Finder's keepers, loser's weepers, you dick," she shouts, leaning over the railing. There's gasps and murmurs and cheers. Ethan flashes a fake smile. "It's called being a fucking thief, actually," he shouts back. Harini rolls her eyes. "Well, she's releasing an album with me. What did you ever do for her?" He freezes, and with that, Harini turns on her heel and continues to the VIP booth. The girls and Alex follow, but you keep standing there.

Ethan sees this, and grins a wolfish grin. Maybe it wasn't entirely hopeless for him after all, if you were willing to stay a moment, even if you brought that fucking Irish guy from the photos.

The cameras keep flashing, people murmuring at the sight.

"Hey, trouble. Miss me?" he calls out. You don't respond, standing there. You feel an arm go around you. Alex, who pulls you away. "Come on angel," he murmurs. With that, you follow the girls to the VIP booth. You don't look back at Ethan.

Ethan, however, watches you until you enter the booth, jaw clenched.

You were hoping the VIP booth would give you enough of a breather until you could leave, but as if the night could get worse somehow, you see an all too familiar head of blonde hair.

She turns from her seat. "Hi guys," she sneers. "Lizzy," Harini acknowledges her, but chooses to sit on the other side of the booth.

As your group sits down, you see Lizzy eyeing Morgan. "Hi," she tells Morgan. Morgan gives a small polite smile and wave, but Britt nudges her.

"You froze when you saw him," Alex murmurs. "Yeah, he has that effect on people," you mutter back. "Not people," Alex shakes his head. "You."

You shake your head. "I like you, Alex, I just...I hadn't seen him since I quit, and it was weird because I didn't know how he would react."

Alex raises an eyebrow, and smiles for the first time all night. "Oh, you like me?" he asks amused. You smirk and roll your eyes. "We spend literally every day together, I see you even when I'm too tired to do anything," you laugh. He nods quietly, winking.

You see someone come in, whispering to Harini. At the same time, people approach Ethan and his opponent, along with the trainers and organizers.

The person goes to Lizzy and whispers, then leaves as quickly as they come. Harini turns to the group. "Damon's opponent threw up. They need to make sure he's good to fight, so Ethan and Dimitri are going first."

Great, now you were stuck here for something you hadn't wanted to see. Alex wraps an arm around you, seeing your displeased expression. "Hey, chin up angel, it won't be any time at all, and then we can go get a bite to eat or something." You nod at his words.

It doesn't take them very long to adjust, and within minutes, Ethan and Dimitri were in the ring. He looks up at the VIP booth, and you think he's going to look at Lizzy, but he looks straight on at you. Ethan raises an eyebrow at you, a smirk appearing on his face.

You don't notice Alex's arm tightening around you.

What you do notice is the smirk leaving Ethan's face, as he turns to face his opponent.

The match starts. Most of the girls are on their phones, Lizzy included, but your eyes remained on Ethan, who seemed to be going harder than he ever had. Every muscle in his body was tensed as he went after Dimitri with an intensity you had never seen from Ethan.

Alex looks over at you.

"You alright?"

"Something's wrong with him," you whisper.

"How? He's winning."

And he does, rapidly. Dimitri stood no chance next to a new, angry Ethan.

As everyone is cheering, Ethan wipes himself off with a rag. Terra scoffs at the whole thing. "I wish Dimitri kicked his ass."

The announcer approaches the way you've seen it play out a million times. Ethan, however, pivots your expectations once again.

You expected the usual once again, the thanking of Luis, of Jerry, hell maybe even a flirty quip to Lizzy. There was no way to guess what would come out of his mouth this time around.

Ethan sets the rag down, and turns to face the VIP booth. "That one was for you, baby," he points up at you, staring you down, smirking with a wink.

You don't even get a chance to react or process, because you feel a hand grab your face. Alex looks at you. "I like you too. And I think this guy's an ass."

And with that, Alex leans in and kisses you.

[lnfours]

you leaving ur stuffed animal at ethan’s place and he wont let it go 😁

an ethan request 🥺 u know me too well

also this concept is something i will absolutely 100% die for.

blurb night!

you had made the mistake of leaving one of the stuffed bears ethan had got for you at his place one night. you were rushing to get back to your apartment to beat the traffic, hence leaving mr. snuggles (yes he had a name) behind.

little to your knowledge, he had been sleeping with it every night ever since you left it. it was soft and it smelled like your shampoo mixed with a little bit of your perfume. it was like he was sleeping next to you whenever he held it, bringing him the most amount of comfort you could ever imagine.

you didn’t know that he had been sleeping with the bear until one morning you walked into his bedroom to find him still fast asleep in bed. spencer was at his feet, his head shooting up to look at you as he wagged his tail.

“hi spence,” you giggled, giving the dog a little scratch behind his ear, “daddy’s still sleeping, huh?”

you looked over at ethan’s sleeping state, noticing the brown stuffed bear tucked under his cheek. he had ended up sleeping on top of it, treating it like it was a pillow. you smiled softly, giggling to yourself as you walked over to the boy. you shook his shoulder softly, enough to stir him awake.

“babe, i have breakfast and coffee in the kitchen.”

he mumbled something incoherent before pulling you down on top him on the mattress. you sighed, acknowledging the fact that you weren’t going to be leaving this bed anytime soon.

“you stole mr. snuggles?” you giggled as you laid your head on top of his chest. he nuzzled his face into your hair.

“it’s not stealing if you left it here.”

“okay, but you sleep with it?”

“yeah,” he lazily admitted, “smells like you.”

you smiled softly as he dozed off back to sleep, debating to yourself on whether or not you were going to “accidentally” leave it at his house again this weekend.

[franklyshipping]

You Laughter Will Set You Free ~ A Markiplier and Crankgameplays Ego Fanfic

WOOO HERE WE HAVE A FABULOUS ANON PROMPT WITH SOME EXCELLENT EMO BOYYOS! LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler

Blankgameplays was full of the giggles, and for a very good reason. He was being hunted by the most intimidating, malevolent, merciless tickler of all: Darkiplier. Blank hurried through the manor with Dark not far behind him, the sharp-suited ego smirking as he chased Blank down yet another corridor – the sound of his bubbly mirth made him more and more eager to tickle the hell out of him. What had Blank done to incur this chase? Nothing whatsoever, the pair of them just felt like being silly and having a little fun together upon the Eve of Christmas.

‘You can’t run forever Blank, you know I will catch you.’

‘No you won’t!’

Dark’s chuckle echoed menacingly as Blank tried to speed up, not daring to look behind him lest he get distracted.

‘Ohh yes I will… and I am going to take great pleasure in making you squeal.’

‘Noho!’

Blank giggled, his cheeks gaining a tinge of colour as he hurried into the living room. He skidded around the coffee table, his goal to get to the other side and reach the stairs. Of course, Dark adored the thrill of the chase as much as the next ler, but now all he wanted was to capture and play with his ticklish prey. Dark surged at Blank, using his shadows for extra momentum, and hugged him from behind with a smug growl.

‘Gotcha.’

Blank yelped and squirmed, struggling as he started giggling nervously.

‘Nonono using shadows ihisn’t fair!’

‘That’s too bad for you. It seems they rather like you Blank.’

Dark chuckled as his shadowy wisps teased and whispered against Blank’s ears, making him giggle harder as Dark playfully dragged him to the couch. He pushed him down onto it and climbed on him, straddling his legs and smirking down at the flustered, raven haired man.

‘Oh this is going to be fun.’

Blank whined, his skin already feeling tingly from the anticipation… but then his joy faded dramatically when a series of things happened. Dark took hold of his wrists carefully, pinned them down above his head, and then leant in close – so close that Blank could feel his breath against his face. Dark had tickled him so many times before, and each time had brought Blank joy, fulfilment, and the distinct warmth of feeling loved. It just so happened however, that Dark had never actually pinned his wrists down until now. No-one had ever done that to Blank, in fact. The sensation, with great suddenness and intensity, made Blank panic and start struggling.

‘W-Wait n-no let go, l-let go I don’t… I-I can’t…’

Dark’s eyes widened in surprise. Of course, he saw the genuine panic and released Blank instantly, his shadowy wisps receding back into his body as they felt Blank’s distress. Though even as Dark got off him completely and sat on the edge of the couch, Blank was hyperventilating. Luckily, Darkiplier had the most soothing voice known to man.

‘It’s alright, take slow, easy breaths.’

Blank took in the deep, silky tone and tried to focus on it. The panic had made him sit up, tucking in his arms and knees to his chest as his whole bloodstream seemed to seize and shudder.

‘I’m right here Blank, I’m right here and I promise you are safe. You’re doing so well, just keep breathing.’

Blank whimpered with the smallest of nods, focusing on Dark’s careful, loving, repeated words of encouragement. It took some time, for all panics must be treated with patience and respect if they are to be banished correctly. Dark spoke, Blank listened, and back and forth they went until slowly but surely Blank’s breathing started to slow. At one stage Dark hovered his hand nearby, and a nod of consent allowed him to gently rub the top of Blank’s back, which served to comfort him further. Then eventually Blank’s breaths were normal, and he grimaced with a sniffle as he wiped his watery eyes.

‘Th-Thanks… s-sorry I freaked out…’

‘You have nothing to apologise for.’

Dark replied, his voice was calm but his eyes were imploring. No one can be blamed for feeling panicked or afraid, for it is a part of our nature just like everything else. Blank nodded, sniffing a few times as he pressed his mouth against his knees; making himself smaller made him feel safer, Dark knew. Dark tilted his head to him gently.

‘Do you feel ready to talk about what made you uncomfortable? I very much wish to ensure I never do it again.’

Dark asked, and Blank felt another wave of calm at Dark wanting to be so considerate and caring. Blank nodded and swallowed, before he cleared his throat.

‘I-It was… the hand pinning. I just felt so trapped but in a really not-fun way and even though I really trust you I just got super anxious a-and I just–’

‘Breathe Blank, it’s alright, take some more slow breaths for me.’

Blank had started to edge back into nerves, but Dark’s words brought the calm back into his system after a few moments. When Blank was soothed again, Dark cupped his cheek gently with a warm smile in place.

‘I promise I will never pin your hands, and if you want I am more than happy to spread the word within the household. That way, no-one else will make you uncomfortable.’

A wave of relief passed through Blank, and he smiled happily at him.

‘I-I’d really like that, thank you.’

‘You are very welcome.’

The last twitches of anxiety had faded away from Blank’s body and mind now, and Dark wanted to make sure that Blank didn’t fall back towards those unsettled thoughts. Soothing someone from a panic attack is just the start, which is something not many people realise. Yes, you have banished the fear from that person, but that’s where a lot of people stop. What is essential, is now filling that newly empty headspace with something that will bring that person to the brighter, happier end of their emotional spectrum; so that is precisely what Dark intended to do.

‘If you don’t mind me asking, would you still like to be tickled? I am more than happy to oblige, but if you’d rather we do something else together then we have plenty of options. Including napping, if you’d rather rest.’

Blank smiled again, and got pleasant butterflies in his stomach. There weren’t words to describe how happy he felt to be so taken care of, to be given options and choices and to be communicated to with so much patience. It is tempting to want to coddle someone, to wrap them up in cotton wool after seeing them in distress. Dark knew however that only Blank knew what would be best for himself, and so he wanted to show that he would be there to help with whatever that methodology might be. And Blank knew precisely what he wanted, or rather what he still wanted.

‘I-I… I-I’d still like to be…’

He looked away bashfully, making Dark chuckle fondly.

‘Tickled?’

Blank’s cheeks flushed afresh as he nodded, which Dark thought was ever so adorable. The suited man stood up, and offered Blank his hand with a playful smile.

‘How do you feel about being the little spoon?’

Simply put, Blank’s face completely lit up. He beamed and took Dark’s hand, which was all the answer Dark needed. Dark led Blank to his bedroom, since he figured the more gothic lighting and ambience would help maintain that underlying sense of safety for Blank. They got snuggled together under Dark’s black covers, Blank cozy in a foetal position as Dark nestled against him from behind – honestly, platonic cuddling is so underrated. Dark’s lips brushed the back of Blank’s neck, and his hand rested gently against his lean stomach.

‘Comfortable?’

‘Yeah…’

Blank felt so safe and secure, and then squeaked with a giddy smile when Dark softly nuzzled the back of his neck. Dark chuckled against his skin, his facial hair scratching and making Blank start to giggle – especially when Dark whispered.

‘Ticklish?’

Dark’s fingers curled against Blank’s thin black t-shirt, making him snort and squirm in Dark’s embrace.

‘Shuhuhut uhup!’

Blank squeaked, always the first to verbally fight back against even the smallest tickle tease. Of course, even though Dark was tickling out of affection, that didn’t mean he was going to tolerate bad manners.

‘I beg your pardon?’

Dark growled, skittering his fingers over Blank’s stomach as he nuzzled behind his ear, making him squeal very adorably.

‘I hope you weren’t being rude just then. That would be a mistake.’

‘I-Ihihihi wahasn’t Ihi wahasn’t, I dihidn’t sahay ahahanything!’

Blank spluttered in response to Dark’s threatening purr, to which Dark’s eyebrows shot up. Denying his own words? Dark was certainly going to have fun with this. He nipped the shell of Blank’s ear and snuck his fingers under Blank’s t-shirt, grazing them against his bare stomach as his voice got even lower.

‘I think you’re lying to me.’

‘Nononohoho I-Ihihi’m nahahat!’

Blank’s giggles were frantic as Dark dragged his blunt nails in circles and swirls against his stomach, making him tremble and twitch incessantly. Blank knew that no matter what he said now, he was completely screwed… and that made him so happy. Dark grinned, his ler-head thriving from being able to tickle and tease Blank like this.

‘Do you know what I do to people who lie to me, Blank?’

Dark made his hand into a claw shape against Blank’s tummy, and snarled.

‘I make them scream.’

Dark squeezed Blank’s soft tummy with ruthless abandon, making Blank shriek and burst into the happiest cackles known to ego-kind.

‘AHHH NAHAHA DAHAHAHARK!’

Blank out of instinct tried to curl up and somehow roll away, his arms flailing about around him at a complete loss of what to do. Of course, Dark kept him close and secure at his chest, teasing with evil delight.

‘Trying to escape? Interesting, given how much I know you’re loving this.’

Blank let out a very indignant, flustered wail-like noise amidst his mirth because excuse you Darkiplier that was completely fucking unnecessary!

‘DOHOHON’T SAHAY THAHAHAHAT!’

Dark laughed warmly, flicking his tongue behind Blank’s ear as his teasing words dripped out of him like the spiciest liquor.

‘What would you rather I say instead? Tickle tickle tickle, or perhaps kitchy kitchy coo?’

Dark started squeezing Blank’s sides now too, making the poor man yelp and descend into wild laughter – well, that tends to happen when someone tickles you in your worst spot.

‘DAHAHAHAAAARK NAHAHAHA!!’

Dark smiled and sighed happily, but only spent ten or so seconds tickling Blank there. He could never take it for long, and the last thing Dark wanted was for Blank to feel overwhelmed. So after those seconds passed, Dark had mercy and used his hands to rub Blank’s arms warmly. Dark also had the pleasure of listening to Blank’s cute, residual giggles as he collected himself – he could hear the joy within them, but Dark of course wanted to make certain Blank had enjoyed himself.

‘How was that?’

Blank hid his face in his hands, snorting out of his happy embarrassment as he tried to sort his giddy brain out. Then Dark beamed when Blank reached down, took his hand, and interlaced their fingers together.

‘A-Amahazing… thank yohou.’

‘Anytime, Blank. Anytime.’

Then Dark laughed when Blank rolled over to face him, and promptly buried his face in his chest with a cute yawn.

‘Best Christmas present ever…’

Blank trailed off tiredly, and Dark sighed gently as he wrapped his arms around him and let his eyes slowly shut as he smiled.

‘I couldn’t agree more.’

A few moments after Dark’s whisper, they were both asleep. The already dim room darkened, with Dark’s wispy shadows sneaking out to maintain the soothing darkness. If this tale holds any kind of message, I suppose it is that there is no distress, panic, nor fear that cannot be banished with a little patience, and a little care. There is no void that cannot be replaced with joy, no anxiety that cannot be replaced by relief, and no hand that need remain cold and empty. You will always find someone to hold you, whether they be family, lover, or just a friend. Whoever you are, wherever you come from, whatever you celebrate, there will be a love waiting for you, and it will bring you peace.

WOO! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS, MY LAST FIC OF 2022! LET ME KNOW IF YOU DID, AND I HOPE YOU’RE ALL HAVING A GREAT TIME OF THE SEASON! LOVE YOUS!!

[madhare0512]

Working on a little something that's been in the works for a while. I can't remember if I've talked about it on here or not, but!!

~~~

As he sits up and shakes his head, the smile never leaving his face, Blank wonders where he is and how to go about finding home. Surely, he had one, so were might it be? Music from far away hits him as a loud and cheerful shout breaks the silence of the cool night. Blank stands on the branch, stretching upwards to hear better. He sees lights in the distance and smiles. 'People!' he thinks excitedly, 'Maybe they can help me!'

~~~

I can't wait to share it with you guys, I think you're gonna like it!

[glamorousnightmares]

One Last Embrace

word count- 739

summary- Unus and Annus have a bit of a fight before they die.

Warnings- crying, yelling, mentions of death

The clock was loud as it counted the mere seconds before they would be lost. They didn’t want to say goodbye, but it was too late. A deal like this couldn’t be broken. A deal that was the fate of only two, yet impacted thousands. 

His heel hit the floor beneath them both, matching the pace of the hands on the clock. Only a minute was left before they would both be lost to time, yet saved in the minds of everyone that had followed their journey. The collar that now seemed to choke Unus became tighter as the numbers went down. The feeling of dread refused to leave his stomach, clinging to him for dear life. Neither men wanted to let go, many watching didn’t either, but it was inevitable. 

“Y’know, I’m kinda scared. I-I mean, that's pretty obvious at this point..” Unus said, fidgeting with his hands. 

“Yeah, well, you're not the only one, haha..” Annus responded, taking a quick glance at the other. His heart was racing as he peeled back the curtain to look at their creators sitting in the same chairs as they were before. How could they do this to them, why would they? Unus and Annus didn’t deserve this, they had played along! They had done everything right and now they were looking right at their doom sitting in front of them. 

“What do you think it’s gonna be like?” Unus asked, looking away from the light pouring from the crack in the curtain.

“What do you mean?”

“The afterlife, do you think we were good enough?

“Good enough? What the hell are you talking about?”

“To go somewhere good, Anus! Like heaven or somethin’” 

“Oh, I.. I don’t know..” Anus said, dropping his hands to his sides. He didn’t think about that, he wasn't religious or anything like that, but that was a good question. No matter what though, he wasn’t going to leave his best friend behind. 

The clock had only 30 seconds left, putting a sinking feeling in Anus’s stomach. His legs became weak under him, almost making him topple over. 

“Only 28 seconds left..” Annus stated, straightening his back. Unus’s throat became dry instantly, his hands shaking even more than before.

“I.. I don’t want to go Annus.. I-I can’t go yet!” Unus said, his panicked eyes running to Anus’s, yet they only responded with more panic to answer his. Thinking on his feet, he breathed in and out slowly, letting himself calm down, yet not doing much.

"Unus, please! I'm trying to think of something, just shut up!" Anus yelled, his hands shaking with his words. Realizing what he'd done, his head snapped over to his friends teary eyes leaking with sadness.

"I-I'm sorry.. here jus-just listen to me, okay?" His heels clicking as he walked over to Unus and took his upper arm in his hand and tried to get the other to face him.

"We knew this was going to happen ever since we came to be, but I understand how you feel. I don't want to go either, but that's just how this is gonna have to go.. okay?" His hands held both of the other's arms in his own. Tears fled from both's eyes and traveled down to the earth below each other, meeting at the same earth they were standing on.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.. I don't want to be crying like a baby when I'm about to die.." Unus said through tears, trying to wipe his tear streaked face.

"It's okay, I'm crying too!" Anus said, his arms flinging wide to exaggerate his words, putting a smile on his face. It seemed to work as Unus started to giggle as he wiped his tears away.

"Yeah, thats true.." Unus muttered as he wiped away the last remaining sadness sitting on his face.

"10 Seconds left!" Mark said behind the curtain separating the groups.

A light gasp escaped from Unus's mouth. This was it. The last 10 seconds of their lives and it was slipping from their hands like sand. Looking at each other, they moved on instinct and grabbed one another in one last warm embrace. The hug could have lasted for the rest of eternity if time had allowed.

"Goodbye, Annus. It was an amazing life with you. maybe we can see each other in another one."

"Goodbye Unus, I wouldn't trade the world for these memories with you."

"3, 2, 1" click

[ficfinding]

(markiplier, crankgameplays, teamiplier)

Hiii!! This was a longg time ago but Im trying to find this crankiplier fic that was honestly really dark..

Basically Mark was very abusive to Ethan (i think they made him underage?) and was kind of grooming him? Tyler tried to intervene and Mark got him cancelled. I remember Amy finding out and shooting Mark(?) I believe I read it on here.

Sorry if my description is too graphic or anything, I'm just trying to figure out if this fic was even real, lol. Thank you guys!

.

[emocxnteddie]

Hi! I loved your platonic markiplier fic! I was wondering if you could make something similar but with Ethan? And reader is his trans brother who gets bullied and Ethan teaches the bullies a lesson? <3

!-! Brotherhood !-!

Pair; Crankgameplays/Ethan Nestor x FTM!Reader.[He/Him Pronouns]

Genre; Platonic fluff & angst-ish.

WARNINGS; Swearing, blood, violence, fighting, transphobia, homophobic slurs, bullying.[Let Me Know If More Is Needed.]

A/N - I decided to base this on an au where Ethan is in his last year of high school & M/N is in his second year of high school.

M/N stood in the hallway of his high school, trying not to be seen. He had been relentlessly bullied for the past year for being trans. M/N hated it, always being called names.

M/N's older brother, Ethan was however always by his side. Though Ethan wasn't fully aware of everything, he didn't know his brother was bullied for being trans specifically.

Then one of M/N's classmates, a guy named Derek walked up to M/N along with Derek's minions. "Look! It's the faggot!" Derek laughed as he pushed M/N into the locker.

"Leave me alone, Derek," M/N muttered as he was pushed into the locker. He hated high school, all because of the bullying. Derek didn't stop, of course, he didn't. Derek just continued pushing M/N into the lockers, taunting him.

"C'mon, fag! Fight me! Fucking coward!" Derek laughed and M/N tried to push him off but it wasn't so easy. Then he saw a figure dash towards them, it was Ethan. He had gone to get something he'd forgotten in his classroom when he saw his younger brother being bullied by Derek & his group.

"Leave him alone, you piece of shit!" Ethan yelled as he pushed Derek to the ground. Derek stood up and glared at Ethan. "Why are you defending this homo freak!" Derek said in an angered tone. Ethan spaced out and just swung at Derek, hitting him in the face.

"That homo freak is my brother! So you keep his name out of your fucking mouth!" Ethan yelled as he kept punching Derek until he got enough of it, his fist being bloody and Derek's face being bloody. Derek ran off with his friends, yelling names.

Ethan looked at M/N and laughed. "Sorry, got a little carried away," Ethan said in an embarrassed tone and M/N just laughed along. "Thanks for protecting me, Ethan," M/N thanked his brother and Ethan just ruffled his hair.

"You're my brother, I couldn't let those punks treat you like that, I'm the only one allowed to tease you," Ethan said proudly as he heard teachers. "Oh fuck, gotta run! Catch you back home, bro!" Ethan said as he ran away, M/N just chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah, see you back home, brother."

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Punk Masterlist

baby i can be your payback (ao3) - crankgameplays luke/ashton N/R, 32k

Summary: Ashtons rich. Lukes not. Ashton hates his parents. Luke doesnt. Ashton uses Luke to get back at his parents. He wasnt supposed to, like, get a crush on him or anything.

coffee shop soundtrack (ao3) - malumqt (bunwuji) michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: "You do know there's a sign outside saying that you're gay and single, yeah?"

aka the one where michael is a shy cutie, calum is a chill dude, lashton is lashtoning, and also calum happens to save michael from dealing with a homophobic person.

Eighteen (ao3) - boomercal luke/ashton E, 56k

Summary: Eighteen-year-old Luke is done putting up with his father and brothers so he takes his father's Corvette and credit card to track down Ashton Irwin. Who graduated a few years ahead of him and has a reputation for smoking, drinking and sleeping around; surely he'll be enough to make his dad meet his demands... right?

good girls (ao3) - no_clue_who michael/calum, michael/luke/calum E, 8k

Summary: “So Miss Perfect, is there another Perfect out there ready for you to get home so they can talk to you about equations? Or make you beg so much you forget about being so smart?” Michael leaned into Luke's space, nearly putting her head on her shoulder. She watched Luke skin flush, "Is there someone? Or are you alone?"

She watched as Calum bit her lip and Luke’s face turned red, “That is none of your business Michael! We aren’t here to learn about my life, we’re here for Calum’s study plans. You aren’t even supposed to be here.”

or Calum is failing her classes, Michael is her girlfriend and they wanna fuck Luke.

How He Moves (ao3) - thesoulsailor michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 30k

Summary: And Luke knew he was staring, he knew, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t pry his eyes away. Because the feeling that spread through Luke's body when he looked at the strange boy was the same he strived for when he danced. The stranger was consummate.

or Luke lives for the ballet, Michael lives for the moment, Ashton is a dance prodigy and Calum will do pretty much anything to win his boyfriend back.

i just know i can't stop thinking of you (ao3) - zialllovessterek luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: When the cute boy from the coffee shop that Ashton's been ogling for weeks finally notices him, it's like a dream come true.

Or, the one with a wannabe tough guy who's secretly a softy, a coffee shop romance, and lots of blushing.

i just wanna be bad enough for you (ao3) - metallicmoons michael/ashton M, 2k

Summary: just a typical adorable nerd!ashton and punk!michael fic because those are honestly my favourite.

infactuation (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton T, 7k

Summary: “If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me,” Luke whispers, thumb ghosting over Ashton's damp cheek. Luke presses a light kiss to his forehead and Ashton screws his eyes shut, burying his head into Luke's chest.

Ashton keeps his problems buried, Luke wears his heart on his sleeve.

or the one where Luke is a punk tattoo artist and Ashton likes to think he's better than him.

KawaiiCalPal (ao3) - TheLarryDiaries michael/calum, luke/ashton M, 25k

Summary: Calum is an adorable YouTuber known as KawaiiCalPal. He's most known for his oversized sweaters and matching flower crowns. Also, he's in love with the world famous punk rock band, Swallow the Goldfish. But more accurately, the lead guitarist, Michael Clifford.

Luke, Ashton, and Michael are the three band members of Swallow the Goldfish. They all happen to be jelly beans, Calum's name for his subscribers. It's also quite obvious that Michael believes Calum is his 'soulmate'. It's also remarkable as Calum is very open with his homosexuality, and love for Michael.

It really started when Calum had the opportunity to interview the band for a video.

ღ kindness ღ (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke T, 5k

Summary: "princess, you're fine, it's fine. c'mon, let's get you all cleaned up."

he may have tattoos and piercings, and his hair may be dry and fried from the constant bleaching, and he be an absolute menace and a horrible person, but he loved his sister with all his heart.

ღ until a certain luke hemmings stole his heart. ღ

milk (ao3) - w4st3d4u michael/luke E, 1k 

Summary: luke is kind of a trademark punk and michael's his soft little boy toy

Mockingbird (ao3) - thesoulsailor michael/luke E, 43k

Summary: Luke is blind, Michael is new and everything after they meet is nothing one of them would've ever expected.

Oil and Water (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum E, 25k

Summary: Calum’s heart sinks a little bit, and he's not entirely sure why. Maybe it's because he's allowed himself to fall victim to Michael's seduction yet again, or maybe it's because he's disappointed in himself for being so willing to try something that could so easily be dangerous. Or maybe, the most likely of all, it's because he can hear Mali's voice in his head telling him how stupid he's been to have found himself—quite literally—backed against the wall like this, with a boy he barely knows whispering dirty promises into his ear when he doesn't even know the first thing about real relationships.

Or, Calum spends a night with the boy that smells like smoke, and as it always is with bad addictions, he keeps getting sucked right back in.

send your sins all over me (ao3) - orphan_account luke/calum N/R, 5k

Summary: Luke is the smartest kid in school and also the probably the dorkiest, but Calum can't stop thinking about him.

Social Casualty: Malum (ao3) - 5sosquiff michael/calum N/R, 4k

Summary: "N-Now?"

"No." Calum cursed at Michael digging his nails into the door again. Calum wrapped a hand around the base of his angry red cock to stop from cumming his face red and chest heaving from exertion.

"P-Please Daddy." Calum asked politely trying to sound less winy.

"Now."

Sunshine (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton, calum/ofc T, 3k

Summary: Ashton and Luke finally reconnect after not seeing each other for four days.

Feelings and doubts ensue.

(punk!luke and flower child!ashton + photographer!luke and baker!ashton)

The punk rock dude and his cute boyfriend (ao3) - azalea_21 michael/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Michael's a punk rock bad boy with a reputation and chirpy, overly friendly, cutest senior in their high school, Ashton is his boyfriend.

The Sweetheart and the Punk (ao3) - SuckonLarrysDick michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: "You know, even if my knuckles keep on splitting open, I won't stop punching people that push you around."

"Oh stop it Michael"

Or the one where Michael loves beating dickheads that bully his sweet boyfriend.

Windows to the Soul (ao3) - ashtonism luke/ashton, michael/ashton N/R, 7k (WIP)

Summary: Peeks from over books, timid glances around the corners, slow walks to class. He'd do anything to catch a glimpse at the boy who hide behind sunglasses and dark clothing. He was fascinating, a mysterious, a walking book just wanting to be opened and ashton.. Ashton just waited for the day he'd see the eyes behind those glasses, a look into the life of Luke Hemmings. You know what they say.. You're eyes are a window to your soul.

or

where Ashton is a shy little fuck and the bad boy who hides behind black glasses and smokes in the bathroom catches his attention and suddenly Ashton wants to know everything about him.

You Can Sin Or Spend The Night All Alone (ao3) - onceuponatime michael/luke, minor calum/ashton E, 7k

Summary: "“Uh, Michael this is Luke,” Calum says, gesturing with his free hand between the two men. “And Luke, this is Michael.” “’Lo, Michael,” Luke says, sipping at his warm beer. Michael gives him a dorky little smile-and-wave combo which looks so out of place, considering Michael looks like some 70’s punk band spat him out. Eyebrow piercing and all."

Luke and Michael meet at Ashton's band's show.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

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[welcometoparkerplays]

Jesus Christ, this is SO long overdue.

Howdy, I'm Prince! I'm not too new to the world of YouTuber egos, it's been about a year, but I don't have any friends or mutuals in the fandom so I'm still fairly isolated I guess.

I know the Markiplier, MatPat, and ParkerGames Egos as well as the Thomas Sanders characters really well, the Jacksepticeye and CrankGamePlays Egos okay enough, and know nothing about the NateWantsToBattle Egos.

And I think that's all of the main ones I need to mention?

Check me out on Ao3 as thedragonemperess as well if you'd like, I have some fic up about some of these guys on there ^_^

[writingsbyzuzu]

high enough.

four- the end of beginning

notes: harini welcomes you with open arms. ethan isn't taking the transition very well

you finally meet the last few key players of the story ;)

warnings: alcohol consumption, minor angst

“So what changed your mind?”

You and Harini are cruising down the freeway, heading to her home. 

“She ate a strawberry.” She scrunches her face up in confusion.

“I’m sorry?”

“Ethan isn’t the biggest fan of strawberries for breakfast. But he gets them every morning when his chef makes eggs. Because I eat strawberries. And he knew I don’t eat breakfast. So he gets something he knew I would take, knowing he didn’t want them.” You look out at the road, the Los Angeles spots blurring past you.

“And she ate one of your strawberries? And that was enough? I have to say, that isn’t quite the catalyst I expected.”

You turn back to her. “It wasn’t just that.”

“He told her my line.”

“Your line?”

“At practice. Every day, I get Ethan something to drink. And nearly every time he says this stupid line. ‘When I get to the pearly gates, I hope the first thing I hear is you telling me you got me my drink’.”

Harini scoffs at this. “That’s so weird and corny.” She turns, pulling the car off of the freeway. 

“Whatever. It’s special to us. He never says it to anyone else, just a thank you. But he said it to her. I fucking heard him. When his manager and I came in to debrief him. She was laughing, tossing back that ridiculously long blonde hair, and she said something, so he grabbed it and smiled at her, and then he just said it.”

Harini lets out a groan of disgust. “What a fucking pig.” She zooms through the streets of her fancy neighborhood, the mansions huge, towering over the two of you and her tiny convertible.

Sure, Ethan lived in a mansion, but this was a different tax bracket altogether. These were the absolute stars of Hollywood. You think of all your favorite movie stars and musicians, who no doubt lived in this neighborhood, or at least in one nearby. 

She sees you looking away, so she continues to speak.

“Well. I’m glad you decided to join me. I promise, you’ll have a good time. I don’t have any plans to backstab you. I mean, you’ll definitely have more eyes on you, but you have more job security. Just don’t spill my secrets,” she jokes. You shake your head, turning back to her. “I wouldn’t fucking dare.”

The two of you share a glance and a smile, before pulling up to her house. You see your car and Annie’s parked in the extensively large driveway, along with a shiny chrome Jeep you assume is Damon’s.

You observe Harini and Damon’s (and now technically, yours and Annie’s) home. “Holy shit,” is all you manage to say.

“Welcome home,” she grins. The two of you step out of the car, walking on the gravel to the front door. The front door swings open and Damon steps out, arms wide spread. “Welcome home, ladies!” he cheers. “Annie and I managed to move everything inside, you just have to decide what room you want and move your stuff into it. I’ll help.”

So far, you didn’t regret a single thing.

It only hits you hours later, when your stuff is perfectly adjusted in your new room, and you’re on a sofa with the three of them that it really begins to hit you, smack dab in the middle of a Star Wars marathon.

“Oh my fucking, it’s over. I can’t believe I did that, he was so sad, he begged me, Annie, he begged,” you sob. Annie wraps her arms around you, rubbing your back. “You needed to do it. Look what you’ve done for yourself, for me, for us. You deserved better. You were played for a fool. And now you got us a wonderful opportunity. Sure, it could have been handled better, but he could have too, with that fucking girlfriend..”

You let out a wail at the mention of Lizzy, and Harini goes to also rub your back.

Damon turns down the movie, before opening his mouth to speak. “Look, I’m sure he cared about you at some point. But no matter how much he does or doesn’t care about you, you deserved better from a job. Regardless if he ever loved you back. We’re grateful you accepted Rini’s offer. You’re going to be treated better, and we’re happy to have this be your home.”

You smile weakly at the words.

“There she is,” he grins. 

The last movie of the night is rolling its credits. You and Annie are slumped on the couch asleep, your head on Annie’s shoulder, Annie’s on top of yours. Harini puts a blanket on the two of you, before returning to her seat next to Damon. 

Damon has instagram open, scrolling through a comment section. “My comments are blowing up, since you stole Nestor’s precious Trouble, apparently. Like she can’t think for herself or something. They’re asking me to return her like she’s a toy I stole at the playground or something.” 

They both laugh at the ridiculousness of the thought. 

Damon sees Ethan posted on his Instagram story, and hesitates, before he taps to see it. There was a video of Ethan ruthlessly beating down a sandbag, with the caption “anyways, back to what’s important”.

“Jesus,” Harini whispers, watching with a look of concern.

Damon eyes her, then yours and Annie’s sleeping figures. “It’s like I said at the mall. The man only has one weakness. When you take a man’s weakness, he either crumples, or he’s invincible. You just made Ethan Nestor the most angry and solid man on the planet.”

He kisses Harini’s head, leaving her on the couch. “G’night baby.”

When you wake up the next morning on the couch, you immediately scramble to your feet, rushing upstairs to change. It was your first day, you couldn’t make Harini regret hiring you so soon. 

You change in a panic, putting on the usual “assistant’s clothes” Jerry had always insisted you wore. You had used it as your uniform for this long, why disrupt routine?

As you hop down the stairs, you rush into the kitchen. Damon is ruffling through the drawers. “Well, good morning to you!” he says cheerfully, pulling out a package of eggs. He motions you to sit at the table. “Sit down, ‘m making pancakes!” 

You raise an eyebrow. “You don’t want me to do that?” “You’re an assistant, not a private chef,” Damon jokes. You freeze at the statement. Harini comes in, in fluffy pink pajamas and slippers, waltzing over to Damon and giving him a small kiss.

You watch, your stomach hurting. You had always hoped, with Ethan… you scratch the thought.

Harini turns to you, and scans your outfit. “Babes, you don’t have to wear that if you don’t want to. Just wear your normal clothes. Unless those are your normal clothes,” she says, her nose crinkled. You look down at the button up blouse and trousers. “Really?” you ask. “My assistant needs to shine with her style. Not the corporate style. Go get changed.”

With that, you run back out the room and up the stairs, rushing to change into an outfit. As you’re putting on the last of your new outfit, there’s a knock at your door. Annie enters your room, looking slightly nervous. “What?” you ask her. “You haven’t checked your phone yet, have you?”

“No, I turned it off yesterday morning. Is it bad?” You turn fully towards her.

“Kind of,” she whispers. You motion for her to sit on the bed, so she does, and you join her. After your phone boots up, it almost immediately freezes, overwhelmed with notifications. 

“You’re trending on, well, any community sports related. Open TikTok.”

You do as she says, seeing she’s sent you a video. “Open it,” she tells you. 

It’s a fucking video of you. You click on it nervously.

“Who do you fucking think you are?” you hear yourself say, before it cuts to you jumping into Harini’s car and flipping him off, some trending song playing. It’s an edit. Of course people have edited you.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, rewatching it. “There’s a lot of those. A LOT. A lot of people think you’re really cool for sticking it to the man, a few people have thought you’ve betrayed him. A LOT of them think they just saw a breakup or something adjacent.”

“Yikes,” you whisper. You swipe out of direct messaging, but a video of Jerry is on your for you page. You groan, before Jerry begins to speak.

“Ethan regrets to inform fans that unfortunately, his assistant is no longer a part of his team from here on out, we are looking for a replacement. It’s clear from her incredibly immature response that Ethan believes this is what’s best for him and his career.”

You swipe out of TikTok and slam your phone onto your bedsheets. “That bastard. That fucking bastard,” you say, Annie nodding. “What a fucking dick! All the shit you’ve done for him, that meltdown he had and now he’s saying you leaving was the best thing for you?? Girl, fuck him.”

Your phone lights up again, as the rest of the notifications have been slowly trickling in, mainly new followers and mentions.

15 missed calls from: eth❤️‍🔥🥊

3 voicemails from:  eth❤️‍🔥🥊

30 messages from: eth❤️‍🔥🥊

“You’re fucking joking me,” you murmur. You unlock your phone and delete the notifications for the calls. You pause for a moment, before going to your voicemail and deleting them, without even a listen. You do the same to his messages, before finally opening his contact and changing it to simply ‘Ethan Nestor’.

You look at Annie, who’s looking back at you.

 “It’s a new day Annie. Let’s get to fucking work.”

“You need to get up,” Ethan hears.

He can feel the carpet of his bedroom against his face and neck, a drool puddle having formed where his mouth was. His head was pounding with dull pain, so he doesn’t move.

“Ethan.” God, does this woman ever shut up?, he thinks.

Lizzy nudges him with her foot. “You need to get up, loser. LIke now. Jerry is getting pissed, it’s 1 PM.” Ethan rolls over. “Jesus, you look like shit, and you smell like whisky,” Lizzy groans.

Ethan slowly sits up, rubbing his face slowly. He felt like shit, that was for certain. He turns to check his phone, but nothing from you. “She hasn’t called me back, Liz.”

“She’s not going to, dude. Not after you shot yourself in the foot like that. Now come downstairs, Jerry has to plan out more interviews for you so we can fix this.”

Ethan checks his phone last time, swiping to his messages. You had turned off your read receipts, because of course you did. He tucks his phone into his pocket, and with that, heads downstairs.

He wasn’t the largest fan of Lizzy. He wasn’t going to be a fan of any PR girlfriend, but Lizzy was brash and rude, and nothing like you. But at least she also didn’t want to be there. Having been fired from the big show she was on due to calling out a famous producer (who spun it around to say Lizzy was “difficult”), she needed good press. Up until yesterday afternoon, Ethan was good press. Minus the rumors he was railing his assistant. How he wished that were true. But even then, fans seemed receptive to the idea, considering the bond he and Trouble have had.

Jerry had begun to talk to him the minute he was within vision, but Ethan wasn’t listening for even a moment, his eyes glazing over. Lizzy leans over to Jerry. 

“You should give him the day off, I think he’s still drunk.” Jerry scoffs. “He’ll get over it.”

Those are the first words that cut through to Ethan. “No, I fucking won’t. Congrats, Jerry, you’ve ruined my personal life.”

“Ruined? Ruined your personal life? How? You have a girlfriend you can take out, and you’re about to fight in the highest league, you have a shot to be the world junior middleweight champion. And you’re out here threatening your life with the outbursts,” Jerry hisses.

Ethan points at Lizzy. “That’s a fake fucking girlfriend. Nothing about it is real. I love her, Jerry. And this stupid fucking plan of yours to make me look better has not only cost me her, has made me look like a dick in front of TMZ and the internet.”

“Yeah well, I fixed it, no thanks to you.”

“What?”

“I blamed her outburst on her not having the maturity to continue being your assistant.”

Ethan immediately turns around, marching up the stairs.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jerry shouts. Ethan screams back. “Taking the damn day off!”, storming back into his room and slamming his door shut.

“What would you want to do?” Harini asks. You and Annie are sitting on the floor of the recording studio an hour from the house, while she sits in a bright pink office chair. “I’m gonna need you to elaborate, Rini,” you say, taking a sip of water.

“Music, dancing, do you want to model?”

You nearly choke on the water, coughing furiously, before your throat clears up. “I thought I was being your assistant,” you whisper.

“You are,” Harini nods, “but I want to help you have your own stuff, too, both of you. You sat in the shadows of that man while you helped push his career, and I won’t let that happen to you again. I told you, I want you to shine like you deserve.”

You and Annie stare in shock at her. 

Then you bring yourself to finally speak. “Let’s do all of it.”

Ethan felt like a stalker as the week progressed. While you hadn’t posted anything on any of your pages, every trace of him had been wiped from every single page of yours. Pictures of the two of you together, gone, pictures of him, things he did for you, all gone. Like you had always been Harini’s assistant, instead. You had even deleted your own birthday party pictures, ones that didn’t even include him.

“Happy birthday, trouble,” he cheers, enveloping you into a hug. “Ethan, this cake is so pretty!” you croon. The heart shaped cake with blue icing sat on your apartment counter, the candles lit. “Make a wish,” he whispers to you, as your friends all pile around the two of you. You blow out the candles and beam at him. Ethan pulls out a small wrapped box. “For you, trouble.”

What a lifetime ago that had felt.

But Harini posted you a few times. So now he found himself checking Harini’s page regularly. Annie had blocked him after he announced Lizzy, so he never bothered checking her page.

Like today. There was a picture of you on Harini’s story, your hair done, your makeup fully done, and you were in a baby tee and jeans.

Who was this person? This wasn’t his trouble. It hits him that he didn’t really ever see you in normal clothes that often. And you usually only wore mascara. Who was this?

Jerry walks up to the bench, and Ethan quickly puts away his phone. Jerry looks him over and sighs. “Alright, you got a lot to do. Hit the showers. Also, you have to take Lizzy out tonight, the paparazzi needs to see you tonight together, we are trying to sell this.” Ethan rolls his eyes, sitting up to pull on his shoes. “Fine.”

“Just breaking, Ethan Nestor and Lizzie Dee Mitchell are caught kissing in Ethan Nestor’s car.”

You look up from your clipboard at the gaggle of girls in the practice room, raising an eyebrow.

Terra groans. “Who cares, he shouldn’t even be allowed to be a thought in our mind.”

It felt weird to be in a girl squad. For most of your lives, it had been just you and Annie. Adding Harini was already a shift in dynamic, especially because you lived together, but now you had an additional 4 girls to adjust to. Not that you really minded. You liked them each in their own ways.

Morgan, who was soft, sweet, and a talent at anything she put her hands on. Brit, who was witty, sarcastic, and incredibly sharp.

Kiera, who was always in the loop on gossip (like just now), was funny, fast thinking, and good with people. And then there was Terra.

Meeting Terra was something else. As Rini’s oldest friend, you were worried Terra wasn’t going to enjoy your presence. But Terra, after looking at you and Annie for a moment with a dead stare, she enveloped you both in a hug. Terra was fierce, loyal. And she saw that right back in you. Which meant you were fast friends.

However, after a gossiping session with the girls, she was also Ethan’s number one hater.

“Let me see,” you blurt out. Annie snatches Morgan’s phone. “No way. You’ll just wallow in your misery, and we just got you to agree to my clubbing promise tonight.”

She wasn’t kidding. It took the entire girl squad an hour to convince you to go out tonight. “Okay, that’s fair,” you nod. "Now ladies, let's focus," Harini chastises.

Three hours later, there you were at the Black Rabbit, LA’s most exclusive celebrity nightclub. The seven of you strut in, the paparazzi taking pictures as you do. The music is loud, and there’s dozens of people you recognize and never thought you would meet. Harini and Morgan go to dance immediately, but the rest of you take shots, trying to get yourselves tipsy before you danced.

Once you drank to your heart’s content, you joined the dancefloor. You couldn’t lie, under the pink and green lights, you were actually having one of the greatest nights of your life. Everyone was jumping up and down and twirling and swaying. It felt good. You were among friends.

Hit it like rom-pom-pom-pom (hit it like)

Get it hot like Papa John (get it hot)

Make a bitch go on and on (make a bitch)

“God! I love Chappell Roan!” Morgan screams and you cheer in response. You stumble a tiny bit, and you accidentally elbow someone. “I’m sorry-” you turn, and face someone’s chest.

“It’s alright, you barely even brushed me,” a soft Irish voice calls out. You look up to see a man smiling down at you, with a chiseled jaw and blonde curly hair. Woah. You smile back at him, and you share a moment looking at each other, until you hear Harini squeal with joy behind you.

“Alex! You made it!” Harini bounds up to the two of you. “Alex, this is y/n, she’s my new assistant. Y/N, this is Alex Jamie Wilson, he’s my opener for the tour once we get the album out.”

Alex lifts up a hand to shake yours. “Beyond charmed.”

Oh, you could get used to this. “Pleasure,” you say.

Neither of you have broken eye contact, which gets Harini a little excited, turning to the girls every few seconds to make a shocked expression. She couldn’t lie, she was kind of hoping you’d take an interest in Alex, as watching you continue to wallow over Ethan was torture for everyone.

You were incredibly kind and sweet, you deserved the world. She knew it would take more than just a week to get over someone you loved for four years, but it wouldn’t hurt to plant a seed, right? Surely you’d get over Ethan eventually-

The universe has to be playing a sick fucking joke, she thinks.

Ethan walks in with Lizzy, an arm draped around her.

Jerry had all but forced Ethan to take out Lizzy. Lizzy, in all her infamous wisdom, suggested that they go to the club, so at least they could have something in their system before having to do disgusting shit in front of the cameras. Ethan agreed, so the Black Cat it was.

It was crowded, he thinks, and he hated thinking all these people thought she was his girlfriend. They split up pretty quickly, as Lizzy goes to the bathroom. Ethan goes to sit on a stool at the bar, ordering a scotch. He pulls out his phone to scroll as he waits for Lizzy, but he feels a tap on his shoulder. Harini.

“You can’t fucking be here,” she yells. “Why not?” Ethan exclaims back, annoyed immediately. The audacity. She stole the one thing that matters to him, now she’s yelling at him to get out of a public night club.

“You have to fucking go.”

A girl approaches, taking a place next to Harini. “Beat it, Nestor,” the girl says, crossing her arm. “Who the hell are you?” Ethan responds. “She can’t see you, you have to leave,” Harini exclaims.

Trouble was here?

He looks over their shoulders, and there you were, perfection, having an animated conversation with someone Ethan couldn’t see. His face noticeably lights up. Finally, he can just fucking see you, maybe talk to you.

He slides off the stool, but the second girl blocks him. “No,” she shouts. Ethan parts the girls with ease, his focus on you. He starts trying to push through the crowd. Harini and Terra trail behind him quickly, trying to convince him not to.

But by the time Ethan gets there, you’re gone.

He flips back around, where Harini and Terra are waiting behind him, equally confused.

“Where is she?” he asks, looking over their heads. But it was fruitless, you couldn’t be spotted. Harini’s eyes grow big as saucers, confusion becoming more apparent on her face. “I don’t know, she was just right there!”

Harini grabs the elbow of another girl, who spins around. “Morgan, have you and Keira seen y/n? I can’t spot her.” Morgan and the girl she was dancing with immediately stop, shaking their heads.

Oh, shit.

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Laughter’s Memory (Part 2) ~ A Markiplier, Crankgameplays and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

THIS IS FROM A FABULOUS PROMPT FROM @coolm456 WITH A FAVOURITE EXISTENTIAL BOIS AND OUR LIL GLITCH BITCH... AND THIS IS A SEQUEL TO THIS FIC! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY, LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @anti-switch-glitch

Anti snorted, giggling to himself as he wrapped his thick quilt tighter around his shoulders (a fan had knitted it for him and he loved being cozy in it, but shh don’t tell anyone!). He was curled up and watching from his Unus Annus archive, specifically the Cooking With Sex Toys video, which marked the start of his planned content binge. It was all going wonderfully… until the lights in Anti’s bedroom started flickering. He wondered if it was his own happiness affecting the room’s energy, but as the flashes got more frantic he sat up… and then everything went to black.

‘What the hell?!’

Suddenly all the light returned to the room, and Anti let out a rather undignified shriek when he saw Unus and Annus stood by his bed, both staring at him with just-concealed amusement. Anti laughed, his fingers toying messily with his hair as he sighed.

‘Jesus you guys nearly scared the shit outta me, neither of you ever heard of knocking?’

‘Our apologies. We didn’t want to risk missing this… opportunity.’

Annus replied, and something in Annus’ eyes caused a prickle of tension to go down Anti’s spine. His eyes flicked between the two existential beings, and he had the distinct feeling that there was something… amiss.

‘What opportunity? Why are you here?’

Unus and Annus shared a look, and the former’s mouth spread into a warm, devious grin as he spoke casually.

‘Why, to administer your punishment of course.’

Anti’s eyes widened, and before he could react he suddenly felt himself being pinned down by invisible forces. He protested and spluttered as his arms were forced above his head, and his ankles and hips were pinned to the bed by seemingly nothing at all – however, Anti knew that the duo had access to a wealth of powers, so of course it was their doing. They slowly came and sat either side of him as he glared up at them.

‘Punishment for what?! Let me go right fuckin’ now or I swear you’ll regret it!’

Unus and Annus rolled their eyes, not intimidated by Anti for even a moment. They were endeared by him, finding it ever so cute that he hadn’t cottoned on to what was about to befall him. Annus cocked his head down at Anti amusedly.

‘You do not recall your transgression?’

‘What fuckin’ transgression?!’

The duo’s eyes gleamed eerily, and even without any smiles in place Anti could tell that were delighted to explain, with Annus taking the lead.

‘Perhaps you will recall that during our year-long project, we only had one rule. One sacred instruction for our viewers. One signature directive that, when respected, perfectly summarised the significance of what we were doing.’

‘Simply, we asked that our content remain un-duplicated, so that when the final deletion came it would truly be the end.’

‘But you… disobeyed.’

Anti was flushed and incredibly nervous now, realising that he was potentially in the deepest doodoo in history. His heart pounded as the duo leaned over him, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what they were going to do to him. Unus’ mouth curled into a sinister smile as he whispered.

‘And now, you must face the consequences.’

Anti shivered and gulped. Would they send him to another realm? Torture him with some kind of magic? Anti had no idea. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and he squirmed as the pair leaned in closer, and closer, and closer… and then the attack came. Annus’ made his hands into claw shapes and dug into his exposed sides, tickling him with mercilessness as Unus decided to watch with a delighted grin. Oh dear.

‘AHH-HOLYSHITWAITWAIT WAHAHAHAIT!’

‘The time for waiting and patience is long past Anti. This is the time for vengeance.’

Unus teased as Anti snorted through his laughter, bucking and thrashing as Unus and Annus smirked down at him. Anti had of course known deep down that the duo wouldn’t hurt him, they were family after all, but oh god he knew this was going to completely destroy him.

‘NAHAHAHA DOHOHON’T DOHO THIHIHIS!’

‘What, don’t take advantage of your most endearing weakness? Apologies, but you have simply given us no choice.’

‘You brought this on yourself Anti, and you know it.’

Annus and Unus teased, and then Unus decided to reach up and flutter his fingertips up the side of Anti’s neck, making him yelp and scrunch up.

‘HEYHEYHEY GEHEHET AHAWAHAY!’

‘You’re welcome to try and stop me.’

Unus grinned as his blunt nails danced and scratched, making Anti flush a very dark pink. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t move an inch, his glitching abilities nowhere near powerful enough to overcome the duo’s restraining magic.

‘IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!’

‘Aww.’

Unus giggled at Annus’ cool coo, whilst Anti shrieked at Annus’ sudden shift to pinching at his soft sides. With Unus’ tickling making him snort every five seconds, Anti was becoming more and more bedraggled and frantic. However the duo could also feel the wild joy coming from Anti in huge waves, so they naturally had to comment on it.

‘I think he likes us tickling both places at once, what do you think Annus?’

‘The evidence certainly suggests so. He looks remarkably happy.’

Anti let out a strangled whine, making Annus purse his lips to hold back a laugh as Unus snickered amusedly. Anti felt like he was going to lose his mind from the tickling and teasing combination… but he had to admit, he was rather enjoying the attention (not that he’d ever admit it of course).

‘YOHOHOU GUYS AHARE EHEHEVIL!’

‘How kind of you to say so.’

Annus remarked, now using his thumbs to rub deep circles into the dips of Anti’s sides. Poor Anti was too weak to even thrash now, his body barely glitching as all his energy went into his bouncy fits of cackling. Unus smiled down at him fondly, thinking he was beyond adorable. Just as strong as that light of affection, however, was the spark of sadism in Unus’ eyes.

‘I think it’s time we made him scream.’

Unus whispered, and Anti flushed darkly when Annus let out a rare, low chuckle.

‘I quite agree.’

The pair stopped tickling, giving Anti a few precious moments to catch his breath. He did not squander their brief mercy, taking in deep gulps of air and trying to slow down his racing heart rate. But then, the feeling of his legs being sat on made him freeze. Unus and Annus had straddled a shin each, and they both locked eyes with Anti as their fingertips tapped threateningly against his vulnerable thighs. Yup. Anti was certain. This was the end.

‘W-Wait nononono not there don-AAHHHHHHH!’

Needless to say Anti definitely screamed, and the duo barely had to do anything to draw out the wild reaction! They could have easily dug in, treated Anti’s thighs to a rigorous, torturous kind of massage, but Unus and Annus went down the gentler route. They scratched deftly and swiftly with all ten fingers, using their blunt nails to the most devastating, tickly effect.

‘My my, this must be maddening.’

‘Indeed, I wonder if he will even recover.’

‘Perhaps he will simply remain in the ticklish plain, forever hysterical from the mere memories of our torment.’

Annus and Unus purred back and forth as tears sprung into Anti’s eyes, the duo’s skitters and teases effortlessly flooding his head. It was intense, more intense than Anti had felt in a while, but it was a good intense – this was something Unus and Annus knew of course, which was why they were doing it in the first place. There is nothing more devious than the most intimate kindness.

‘FUHUHUHUCK PLEHEHEHEASE!’

‘Please what?’

Annus remarked with a raised brow.

‘NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!’

‘But we’ve barely begun, there are an infinity of things we could do to you as yet. Why should we deprive ourselves of such exploration?’

Unus’ tone was nonchalant, but his grin revealed the true delight he felt at taunting Anti like this. The glitching man’s back was arched sharply as he howled with laughter, his legs trembling and shaking from the tickling. Anti knew he couldn’t take it for much longer, and though it pained him to do so… he was going to have to partake in the unthinkable if he had any hope for mercy. An apology.

‘I’M SOHOHOHORRY IHIHI’M SOHOHO SOHOHORRY!’

The duo’s eyebrows shot up in sync, both of them realising that Anti must have been reaching his limit if he was at the point of apologising. They shared a look, and agreed that they’d have mercy on the dear glitch… after one more little tease.

‘What exactly are you sorry for Anti?’

Annus asked, and he and Unus were amused by the embarrassed whine Anti let out, before he managed to babble.

‘BREHEHEHEAKING YOHOHOUR RUHUHUHULE!’

For a moment Anti thought they were going to carry on, but they didn’t. Anti gasped as their tickling stopped, and a moment later the restraining magic disappeared in its entirety. Unus and Annus slipped off Anti’s legs carefully, allowing Anti to snort, giggle, and curl up into himself as his face’s redness crept down his neck. He had tears trickling down his cheeks as his body shivered with residual tingles… until a new sensation took precedence. A lukewarm balm passed over Anti’s skin, moving over him carefully from head to toe and banishing away the ghost-tickles. Anti looked up at the duo and saw them smiling, their eyes swimming like pools of onyx liquid as they used their magic to help him recover. Soon enough his breathing and thinking were back to normal, and he smiled at them bashfully.

‘Thahanks…’

‘You are most welcome.’

Annus replied in a gentle tone, making Anti’s smile widen. He glanced at Unus, and saw that the younger facet had his head tilted at him curiously – then when he spoke, Anti understood why.

‘Anti, I must ask… why save everything we made in the first place?’

A bubble of apprehension swelled in Anti’s chest at the question, because the answer was a lot deeper than you might expect. Anti nibbled his lip in thought, which made Unus and Annus sit up straighter in concentration – they both listened attentively when Anti finally spoke.

‘What you guys did… there’s nothing like it in the entire world. When it was happening I always knew that whatever kind of day I had, even if it was full of shit, I would always have one good thing. You guys.’

Unus and Annus felt a rare warmth spreading through them. They were moved, and listened further as Anti continued.

‘I guess I was just scared of losing that, of having nothing to fight off the shitty days anymore. That’s why I wanted to keep them… just to have that good something to fight off the bad.’

‘Oh Anti…’

Unus whispered, and before Anti knew it the two of them were embracing him. Anti tensed with surprise at first, but quickly melted into the affection, nestling close as the three of them descended into a thoughtful silence. Unus and Annus contemplated Anti’s words with amazement, now understanding his actions and finding them beyond beautiful. They felt so thrilled at the notion of having brought such joyful feelings to somebody, and they hoped that they’d brought those feelings to others around the world too. The three of them stayed together for a little time before the duo pulled back, and Annus smiled gently at Anti, his words coming from both him and Unus.

‘May we join you in your reminiscence?’

Anti beamed and nodded, and before too long the three of them were settled into warm comfort, their minds and bodies relaxing into something reverent and peaceful. Of course there was still mirth and energy, with the archive of Unus Annus content containing an abundance of laugh-inducing delights. That’s the different between good and bad things I think: the memories of the good always outweigh the memories of the bad. Wonder’s memory, love’s memory, hope’s memory, and of course the greatest of them all… Laughter’s Memory.

WOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC, LEMME KNOW IF YA DID! LOVE YOUS!!

[almanacrat]

Friend of a Friend

Ethan Nestor (CrankGamePlays) x femReader

Summary: Ethan meets Mark’s sister for the first time, but doesn't know it’s her.

Warnings: Swearing

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Y/n and Mark loved to go to Comic Con. At first it began with Mark dragging Y/n along, but as she delved into the fandoms that were enveloped into the event, she began to love it.

As Mark grew more and more famous every day, people began to recognize him on their annual outing to the convention. Eventually, Y/n and Mark would get separated. Today was no different. The two had started together, but got separated fairly quickly. Y/n didn’t mind, though; she knew it made him and many others happy. 

An hour passed, and Y/n still saw no sign of Mark. Usually they had reunited by this time, but she didn’t sweat it. Ethan, one of Mark’s friends, was supposed to meet him at the venue. 

Y/n had never actually met Ethan in person, but over the screen he seemed really sweet. She always thought he was cute, too, but she would never tell Mark that. Mark had always been an overprotective brother, shielding her from any harmful thing he could. That included his friends. He never introduced Y/n to his friends, though he would brag on them day and night. He spoke about them in so much depth that Y/n practically felt like she knew them. 

Y/n wandered around the booths which were adorned with decor from many different comics and video games, admiring the dedication put into them. 

“Hey, your shirt is really cool.” A voice spoke and snapped Y/n out of her thoughts, complimenting her vintage Friday the 13th T-shirt. 

Y/n looked toward the direction of the voice and immediately recognized its owner. It was Ethan Nestor. He seemed extremely nervous and shaky, and Y/n wondered if he was always like this.

“Oh, thanks. I like your bracelet.” Y/n complimented the woven blue bracelet around his wrist.

“Th- thank you.” Y/n smiled at him and began to walk away, but Ethan grabbed her attention again, “And you’re uh- you’re really pretty too. I just wanted to tell you that.” He stammered with wide eyes. “I’m not trying to be creepy or anything, I’m really not, it’s just that-”

“It’s okay. I know you’re not trying to be creepy; I’ve heard that you’re a really great guy.” Y/n placed a hand on his forearm, hoping to calm him down. 

Y/n then realized what she had said. She hoped it didn't sound weird or ominous since Ethan didn't know her, and he probably didn’t even know that Mark had a sister.

“Who told you that?” Ethan asked with curiosity.

“Oh, you know. Friend of a friend.” Y/n smiled, then walked in the other direction, hoping to find Mark. 

What Y/n didn't know was that Mark was only a few yards away, standing at the booth he met Ethan at, and though Mark totally missed the whole interaction, Amy certainly did not. She thought the whole interaction was adorable, as she could see what a blushing mess Ethan was. 

“Hey, Mark?” Amy nudged Mark, drawing his attention toward her.

“Yeah?” His response came.

“I think you should introduce Y/n and Ethan.”

“Why? She already knows who he is. She sees him in my videos, and I think she watched his videos.” Mark hurriedly dismissed the idea. 

“But I think they would be cute, I mean, you should've seen the way he looked at her.” Amy got so caught up in playing matchmaker that she failed to realize she had spilled the secret she was attempting to keep from Mark.

“Wait, wait, wait. Back up. The way he looked at her?” Mark exclaimed, and Amy stayed silent before he asked, “Amy? What happened?”

“Okay, so Ethan might have just met Y/n, but he doesn't know she’s your sister. I know how you feel about her meeting people and her safety and all that, but can I just say that it was really cute? Eth was doing that whole blushy shy-boy thing he does when he likes someone and-” Amy quickly explained, but realized she shouldn't have told Mark about Ethan acting like he liked her.

“What?!” Mark was outraged. 

The rest of the day was not going to be pretty.

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This is my first Ethan fic so I hope you guys like it :)

Also if you want to see a part 2, let me know

[mult1tude]

TWO STARS ✰ AN ETHAN NESTOR STORY — CHAPTER 1

story synopsis: adele belanger, an upcoming star begins to fall in love with a man named ethan nestor after doing a press junket to promote her upcoming series that’s going to push her fame further than she expected. will problems arise?

word count: 3k triggers: none

     adele belanger - the name spoke few and far on the dazzling and glamorous world of hollywood. celebrated for her roles in roles in indie films produced and created in canada, where she was born and raised, she is soon due a big break as she was in the process of getting ready for the rest of the world to know she was starring in netflix’s latest series.

saying the heat resonating from beneath her laptop was hot was an understatement, she didn’t dare to budge or move it in the slightest as she restlessly refreshed the youtube page waiting for the trailer to pop up, almost wearing out the button on her keyboard. the sable black strands at the nape of her neck that had evaded her grasp as she hurriedly tied a ponytail began to itch at her skin but she didn’t have time to fix it, not until the trailer was posted.

after what felt like a lifetime, her eyes were quick to notice a new thumbnail appear on the page and she reactively clicked it, pressing the mousepad button-down slightly too hard out of excitement. the entire video played, a beaming smile was plastered across her face, her dimples displayed prominently as she approached the end of the video. the young actress felt like a firework in a glass jar, so much excitement contained inside of her as she brushed the laptop from her lap, jolted from her rumpled bed and clenched her fists as she excitedly hopped around her tiny apartment and squealed. adele rushed to the dust speckled mirror that was hung near her front door that had a few dozen, in a hyperbolic sense, of her unused coats after moving from canada. she deeply exhaled as she examined her face, noticing her own excitement couldn’t even contain itself as a smile sidled upon her lips as she delicately let out a few words. “i’m going to be famous.”

her emotions shot off again like fireworks, her chest fluttering and her palms tingling and red from the nails she didn’t realise she had dug so deep into her own skin. but it didn’t matter, adele was finally making the biggest leap possible into her career - it was everything she ever wanted.

“ok, i need some water.” she softly spoke to herself, taking another deep breath as she headed towards her apartment’s small open-planned kitchen. her shaky hands picked up a bottle of water from the fridge; she vowed that she would never drink l.a’s tap water after hearing an endless conglomeration of negative things from acquaintances and friends after moving only 6 months ago.

swigging it back and almost completing most of the bottle, she slapped it onto the counter whilst letting out a satisfied gasp for air. a few drops making wet patches on her eggshell coloured sweatshirt that may or may not have a few foundation marks around the neckline. a sudden change of thought, she remembered she needed to send the link to all of her friends and family if they already hadn’t seen it. adele slid the phone from her sweatpants noticing she was already getting congratulatory messages from some of her friends and even people that she hadn’t spoken to in a while. moreso, a lot of the messages from her friends were them completely fangirling over the fact that she had in fact worked with henry cavill.

adele replied to and messaged everyone she needed to before opening twitter and the rest of her social media to find that they were starting to blow up, multiple people talking about how cool the show looked and how excited they were. a lot of them were generic but few mentioned how intricate and interesting adele’s sidekick companion character seemed which made her stomach twirl once more and she felt like she had her ego stroked enough it would last the rest of the week. she put aside her phone and began to practice her bedtime routine before throwing herself back onto her bed where she only was an hour ago. her head smacking her pillow must have activated a switch because adele immediately felt her eyes involuntarily shutter closed and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.

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today was the first day of recording stuff for the press. needless to say, adele was super excited. from what the actress was able to gather from her manager jenna, since henry cavill was known to be such a huge gamer online, buzzfeed had organised the cast to play the game version of the new netflix series with a few special guests. it was undeniably going to be a great day and a great way to start the press junket as it progressively and eventually got more tiring and mind-numbing. plus, she had gamed a bit before so it would be funny if she were able to show up a few of her cast members, especially henry.

at 8am sharp, the assigned makeup and hairstylist, and wardrobe stylist arrived at her apartment. she was so giddy with excitement that she wanted to run around and shout and tell everyone but she had to sit silently for the meantime as the makeup artist worked on her face. edging elation bubbled through her every vein as they talked about varying outfits to wear, expensive designer brands she was allowed to borrow. she felt like a proper celebrity.

finally, the crew decided on a casual look for today. her slate black, silken hair was bundled in a half-up loose french plait whilst the rest of it waved down just below her shoulders, the front strands falling in front of her face. light and delicate makeup that made her eyes shine and sparkle like a glossy nephrite stone; the minimal makeup also allowed her ubiquitous, chocolate freckles to proudly be displayed on her face. polished, golden dangle geometric earrings to frame her heart-shaped face and overall elevate the look from simple to elegant. an ivory laced-back milkmaid top with puffed long sleeves, high-waisted, sun-bleached skinny jeans with a few sparse rips and shreds, tattered white thread entwined between the tears and loosely hanging like vines. to finish off the look was some pearly white stilettos and few rings as well as a similarly styled necklace to match the earrings.

“i feel, amazing.” adele faltered in disbelief as she longingly stared at herself in the mirror, turning to the crew exhibiting an approving smile. “thank you.” she softly spoke before squeaking with excitement as she danced on the spot causing her team to giggle in response. “time to get going!” she excitedly commanded herself as she made a poor attempt at trying to control her out of rhythm breathing. the exhilaration and eagerness began to convolute into a ball of anxiousness and fret. it was something new and different which was scary but she didn’t want it to hold her back. another deep breath and she made her way to the contemporary, modern lobby of her apartment block where she spotted the black suv through the towering glass front doors in which her chauffeur was waiting for her.

“per jenna’s request,” the chauffeur nodded towards the coffee in the cupholder. adele wrapped her hand around the starbucks cup — still hot. “vanilla oat milk latte?” she asked as she brought the almost searing coffee to her lips, the steam floating upwards and brushing past her skin. the chauffeur nodded as he put the vehicle into gear and started to head towards the destination. effortlessly, the sweet drink passed her lips as she took a few sips before she threw her head back in a satisfied manor. surely the coffee would help with the nerves and just overall elevate her mood. she scoured her social media for a short while, taking breaks to finish the rest of her drink before they arrived. it’s l.a, so it was always bound to take a while even if it just was a few blocks over.

discreetly, the car pulled into the back entrance where she was able to enter without getting noticed and was directed to a very bright and lively reception where the young actress signed in. her heels clicking against the laminated wooden flooring as she followed the operations manager who was indistinctively talking through the black earpiece attached to her ear and was clutching a clipboard to her stomach. a few corridors later they had arrived, the manager twisted the handle to the door and entered, allowing adele to trail behind her.

almost blinding, the room was filled with numerous studio lights. littering the floor almost completely, cables and all different sorts of leads and plugs lay disorganised on the floor. a huge monitor was placed in front of the white screen which was the focus of all the beaming lights. “hey adele!” vocalised the director as he approached her, also bearing a black earpiece. “so the premise of today’s shoot is quite simple. you’re going to be playing the game with our two guests over here,” he briefly motioned towards two gentlemen sat in the corner of the room chatting and chuckling between themselves clearly in a world of their own, “and we’ve paired you with henry because we only have two controllers and we want to get everyone to be involved so the others are being shot later. does that sound good?” he queried, concluded his speech.

“of course.” she eagerly spoke with a grin. “great,” the director spoke as he adjusted his wire-frame glasses, “let me introduce you to the guests. they’re going to be guiding you along with the game,” he spoke, leading adele over towards the boisterous men who were still conversing right up until adele and the director were stood only a few metres away.

“mark?” adele apprehensively suspected as she reached her hand out to his, inviting the suave gentleman to shake hands. “yes!” he answered in a shocked yet pleased tone as he stood to be polite and accepted the handshake with a beaming grin. “i think i watched a bit of your stuff a while back,” adele admitted before briefly catching eyes with the other guy who was staring up at her with gleaming eyes and a dopey yet adorable smile. “i’m honoured,” mark softly spoke before looking down at the other guy who was now standing to follow suit. “this is my friend ethan,” mark continued, placing a firm grip on his pal's shoulder.

“hi, nice to meet you.” ethan spoke in a much more gentle manner than mark did as he reached his hand out to replicate the greeting. “nice to meet you too,” she replied, reciprocating the greeting. “have you watched my stuff too?” ethan asked with a bashful smile as he ruffled his hair with his painted black fingernails. adele hesitantly shook her head not wanting to hurt his feelings, “no, but if it’s anything like mark’s stuff i’m certain it’s great.” she stated looking back at mark who had an affirming smirk on his face as he looked down at his younger friend who’s face had started to flush pink.

“henry is meant to be here right now, but he isn’t,” the director addressed somewhat annoyingly, “i’ll go and have a word to see where he is you can just stay here and talk to each other.” the director stated before hurriedly making his way to the door which adele entered through. she sat down in one of the spare seats that sat opposite the boys as they sat down once more.

“can i just say i watched the trailer this morning and i can’t wait to watch it.” he admitted as he began to pull at the strings of his coal-black hoodie. “thank you, it really means a lot,” adele’s cheeks blushed as she began to fiddle with the rings on her fingers yet still keeping her eyes on the boys. “seriously. we’re not just saying this it looks fantastic,” mark chirped in enthusiastically as he leaned forward in the seat, “i’m never usually this excited about a new series. so congrats!” he admitted with a deep chuckle, looking towards ethan who was nodding in agreement.

the conversation was silenced when a huge figure walked through the door followed by the director and operations manager. the director hastily wagged his fingers at adele and the boys who obediently made their way over. “adele!” henry happily bellowed in his charming english accent as he pulled her into a gentle hug, remembering he probably was over two times her size. “long time no see,” she affirmed as she hugged him back before breaking their embrace. her eyes involuntarily wandered over to ethan as the director began briefing henry. ethan quickly darted his eyes to the director as if he just hadn’t been gazing at her causing adele to grin to herself as she put her concentration back to the director.

“great, so follow me and i’ll seat you.” the director asserted as he walked towards the chairs in front of the white screen, two at the front and two at the back yet not parallel to each other. the front seats were more centred whilst the back two were offset so nobody would be getting in the way of each other when seated.

“adele if you sit in the front left seat, henry in the right.” he requested as he took a step behind the camera and watched the monitor to see if it was what he had envisioned. adele and henry sat which the director reacted with a thumbs up. “okay, ethan if you sit on the left and mark on the right please.” the director concluded as he continued to watch the monitor. the boys did as they were told before mark immediately remarked. “gosh it’s bright behind here,” he joked shielding his eyes as he laughed, eliciting a few giggles from everyone as the director adjusted some of the studio light placement with a few apprentices.

after everything was adjusted to the directors liking, they were ready to roll. the director placed his 3 fingers up as he counted down whilst mouthing the numbers. the thumb was up, which meant everyone introduced themselves and surprisingly it didn’t need multiple takes. “today, adele and i are going to be playing the symbols of shadows game which is very similar to the new series on netflix september 4th.” henry beamed, clutching the xbox controller in his hand as he looked over towards adele. “and i’m going to win. i’m going to beat henry.”

henry scoffed, dismissing adele’s statement as mark and ethan giggled behind them. “we’re also going to try to help, but it looks like they’re gaming experts,” mark spoke, wavering his tone with the last two words as he jokingly mocked adele and henry. “well, there’s only one way to find out.” ethan spoke energetically in a slightly goofier voice than what he was speaking in before. ethan looked at mark before they both turned towards the camera with a raised eyebrow. “okay great. we’ll cut there. let’s load the game up.” the director approved, leaning back in his chair, fixing his corduroy jacket as one of the apprentices loaded the game up and set up the first level. “we just want you to complete the first level so don’t try and rush.” the apprentice handed back the controller to adele as he quickly rushed out of view.

the camera began to roll again and the pair began to get a grasp of the controls and the setting of the game as they intentionally tried to set each other up in the game: pushing one another of the map, friendly fire, stealing points and collectables, and deliberately annoying each other which resulted in many laughs around the room. matter-of-factly, ethan and mark didn’t really do anything to help, however, they did make for a great commentary and supplied multiple belly-aching jokes.

the screen faded to black as they’d finished the first level; mark and ethan clapped and congratulated the pair in between giggles as adele and henry carried on the bit and refused to display any means of sportsmanship. “guys, i don’t know about you but i definitely won.” henry retaliated as adele shook her head and rolled her eyes. mark and ethan were laughing so hard it was almost silent. “this was a team game,” mark giggled as the pitch in his voice heightened. “let us know in the comments who you think won. because it was moi.” adele stated confidently, trying to hide the smile that wanted to appear on her lips so badly. the pair promoted their netflix series as they wrapped up filming. “okay, great. that’s everything. thanks, guys.” the director spoke as he picked up his macbook from the desk and began typing away. “if you just wait here until someone comes and collects you,” the director struggled to speak as he was too busy multitasking. he pressed the side of his earpiece and spoke to himself as he called for the cast to be escorted.

“you’re really good, i was impressed.” ethan spoke to adele softly, as everyone got out of their seats. “you really like to flatter me don’t you.” she joked which caused ethan to halter in his thoughts for a moment. “it’s not a bad thing,” she reassured him, “it’s really nice to hear. especially coming from you.” delicately spoke, eyes quickly moving over to see if anyone was listening but mark and henry were engulfed in their own conversation. ethan’s cheeks flushed pink again as he displayed a meek grin.

he was about to respond when the door re-opened and the manager stepped through, immediately grabbing everyone else’s attention. ethan bit at his lip as anguish washed over his face as he realised the conversation was over. adele was disinclined for a moment, lingering for a few more seconds as the butterflies in her stomach began to fade. “it was nice talking to you. talk soon?” she asked which brightened up ethan’s face as he nodded, “of course. see you soon.” he timorously spoke with a contemptuous smile as he waved goodbye, for now.

[malleux]

daily reminder to ✨respect famous people’s boundaries✨

[gigglysn4ke]

Hello ^////^ you can call me snake!

This is kind of an introduction post and where I'll say what fandoms I will try to write for!

So as I have stated in my bio, I am 18 and I'm a lee hehe (itkillsmetoevenwritethetword)

I decided to start writing about it (you know, tickling) because, well, there are certain things I wanted to read and couldn't find so I figured, why not write it myself?

I'll admit, I haven't been tickled in a long time, but I know for sure I'm a lee lol if I ever tickle somebody it's because I want them to retaliate pretend you didn't read that

Anyway, here are the fandoms I will write for! You are more than welcome to send requests anytime, by the way. I am strictly SFW!

• stray kids (my ults❣️)

• ateez (I'm a baby atiny so I'll need to get to know them a bit more)

• dan and phil

• markiplier, crankgameplays, jacksepticeye

• harry potter

• buzzfeed unsolved/watcher

• merlin (bbc merlin)

If I think of more I will add them lol