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sweetnestor · 7 years

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12 Days | Chapter 7.2

Two guys that lowkey hate each other are forced to walk in each other’s shoes in order to learn a lesson.

***in collaboration with @themarkiplierexperience

lmao soz its not actually x reader we’re just desperate for attention haaaa

bonus: the videos that “tom recorded/edited”: x x

Waking up to texts from the guy you switched lives with was like waking up to texts from a needy girlfriend. Except instead of affectionate “good morning”s, you get things like, “Oh god. Try not to ruin my channel thx 😅” and other things like, “Don’t worry about Sean. He’s a good guy and he’s helped Bella through a lot. They’re friends and nothing more.” Oh wait, that’s what Tom needed to know. It was vital information about this life. Well, Sean was already gone, so maybe it wasn’t as important to know now, but still.

There were two more. One made his heart ache. “You have the most beautiful dog and I love her.” Tom missed his little Tess more than anything. He was supposed to be one cuddling with her.

The next one read: “Also this time zone difference is insane, I’m never gonna sleep.”

Tom decided to leave him on read, since he had nothing new to report. Then, he thought about what he had to do today, and a bout of nerves formed in his stomach. Today, he had to successfully record a video as Ethan Nestor. Why was this more stressful than being on a movie set? Why did this make him want to shit his pants more than giving a speech at an awards show, or going to a movie premiere?

There was literally no one else in the room, and Tom was anxious about how he would sound and act. How far could binge watching a bunch of videos late at night get him? Would Ethan’s fans figure out what was really going on? Tom’s own fans were frighteningly incredible at playing detective, he could only guess what Ethan’s would be like. He hadn’t even checked how people reacted to the video that was posted today.

After looking through the files on the computer, Tom stumbled across a game titled “Dream Daddy.” What the fuck kind of games was this guy into? He looked into it a little more, and then discovered what exactly this game was and who made it. Wasn’t really helpful, but what choice did he have?

He also had to Google search how to record the computer screen, cursing Sonji under his breath as he did so. Why did she specifically choose Tom and Ethan to switch? Why couldn’t it have been two nobodies with boring office jobs?

A spark of curiosity hit him. Tom typed “swapping lives” in the search engine, only to receive links to a fiction book with that very title. Next, he tried “soul swapping,” and that was when the Internet connection decided to dramatically slow down.

“Sonji,” Tom whispered as he narrowed his eyes. Whatever, he had more important things to do anyway.

Once he turned on the camera and lights, Tom began right away. He opened the game, and was pleasantly surprised at the dreamlike, whimsical music that started playing. He did a little dance to the music, completely bullshitting what he was doing. It works, right?

He got the god awful intro out of the way. “What is up my cranky crew? It’s Ethan from CrankGameplays and today we are here in Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator!”

The game was actually really fun. Good story, good dialogue.Tom made sure to comment on all of it as he played. He almost made himself as a dad before remembering that he was pretending to be somebody else. This daddy had to have blue hair and glasses. Yes, he had discovered how blind Ethan was after driving in his car a couple of times.

Anyway, recording was the easy part. He just had to act extra dorky and say “oh boy!” every now and again. He also made up a story about having a “horse phase.” Editing was where things got tricky. Firstly, the facecam footage was corrupted, and took ages to get it all back. Then, it was out of sync with the gameplay, which was even more confusing because the last video didn’t have this problem. Cutting out footage was harder than it should have been. It was a nightmare, and Tom grew more and more irritated as he went through it. Lastly, timing the ridiculously long outro music with Ethan’s equally god awful outro phrase (“So thank you guys so much for watching! Hope you enjoyed it, if you did make sure to slap that like button right in the face and I will see you guys in the next video! Love you all, stay cranky, bye!”) was a fucking challenge. Tom just didn’t get it. Wasn’t this supposed to be easy?

Somehow, he got the video done by the noon. Even after that, he had to make a thumbnail on Photoshop after noticing all the ones on the other videos. So Tom had to learn how to use another program as well. He needed a nap after getting through all of it.

Just as he started to come down from the stress, his phone started to blow up. Tom snatched the device from the desk and unlocked it, hoping to hear from Ethan. Instead, it was three different texts from Bella, Mark, and Amy.

Bella: “Good video today!! Are you coming over?”

Mark: “Oh so you decided to keep your channel going. Feel up to coming back to work yet? No rush.”

Amy: “We still on for tomorrow?”

That last message would have been very concerning, had Tom not remembered that Amy was Mark’s girlfriend. The only person he responded to was Bella. After that, he got ready to go.

There are plenty of things you don’t really think about when you switch lives with another person. Well, you think of the main things like, general personality, the person’s friends and significant others, their job. You don’t really think about things like how this person responds and reacts to their fans. You don’t think about their attention span, the way they fidget, or which leg they put into their jeans first. You don’t think about how they act with their friends versus how they act with their significant other. You really don’t think about what kind of gift he would get for his girlfriend on their six month anniversary.

Tom was bloody lucky that Bella hadn’t heard him enter her apartment that afternoon. He overheard her making a video in her bedroom, where he heard the words “get ready with me,” “date night,” and “anniversary.” Panicked, Tom bolted out of the building, hopped back in the car, and drove off to the closest mall. Part of him wanted to call Ethan and yell at him for not telling him about this, he had the chance to when his phone dinged four times on the ride to the mall. Tom was just trying hard to think up a decent gift on his own. They couldn't help each other, correct?

Eventually, he found something. It wasn’t much, but he could only hope that she wouldn’t mind. Tom had already fucked up with her once, he couldn’t do it again. Apparently, not only was a Pop Funko Spider-Man keychain a decent gift, it was sentimental and perfect for Bella. She nearly teared up when Tom brought it to her later on.

This anxiety thing she had must have been really serious. Bella told him all about how she hadn’t been to the cinema in years because of her panic attacks, and that Homecoming was the first movie she had seen from start to finish without any anxious interruptions. She was very proud of that, and she was happy that she experienced it with Ethan.

If only Ethan were here to see this moment… Actually, he could.

Bella fell asleep later in the afternoon. She was squashed between Tom and the back of the sofa, sleeping somewhat soundly on his chest, or practically on top of him. The physical affection was nice, but Tom wished it was someone else. Thankfully, he had his phone in his hand, so he was able to open the new messages he got literally behind his girlfriend’s back.

He had five new messages, four were the ones from Ethan earlier today, and the last one was from someone called Parker.

“Signed a billion posters, pls work on your signature it’s so much longer than it has to be dude.” Oh please, at least Tom signs his actual name as opposed to Ethan, who apparently signs things with his YouTube name.

“You’ve got a great family dude. Really, they’re all great.” Tom missed his family too. His missed his mother's pancakes.

“On my way to Montreal now for Chaos Walking pre shooting stuff i don’t really know.” That's going to be an adventure.

“I swear if I have to work out I’ll die alright gn?”

Tom rolled his eyes and sent something back. “Thought I completely fucked up your relationship, but it’s all good now!” As a follow up, he added: “Now I’ll be spending my six month anniversary with the missus! Night mate x”

He attached a photo of his current position, giving a smug expression to the camera. Ethan will get a kick out of that, that’s for sure.

“Who ya texting?” asked the sleepy girl lying on him, who could hear the ticking of the keyboard.

Tom was busy reading the next message, it was a little confusing. First of all, who the hell is Parker? Second of all, what the hell did Tom have to do with him tomorrow? And why did it involve Amy? What was with all these “don’t forget tomorrow”s? Why couldn’t anyone be straight up anymore?

I’m looking at you, Sonji, Tom thought just as his phone dinged, indicating that an email had arrived.

From: [email protected]

I told you you gotta learn a lesson now leave me alone you asswipe!!

Tom, wide eyed, silently locked his phone and put it down for the rest of the day.

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tag list: @marie-is-in-the-dark @beardedsteveslut @ohsnapitzmoony [idk why it wont let me tag you asdhlk]

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#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #tom holland x oc #tom holland x reader #sweetheart writes #sweetheart collabs #twelve days #sorry for the tardiness haha #xmas got in the way lmao #and i wasnt sure what to do for this chapter which is why its super summarized and kinda short #i also added the videos from ethans channel just to show what were working with here #tbh his content was a little spotty and glitchy during this period lmao #and yeah sonji is a psychic lady u shouldnt fuck with hahaha #sorry sam i stole ur google search idea lmao #anyway thx for the attention and validation #ALSO ITS JULY 20TH HERRE #i may do a time skip for the next chapter so it all lines up IDK!!!!

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pazithi-gallifreya · 5 years

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The Hourglass Garden (An Unus Annus-inspired short story)

*Author’s note: Firstly, this is NOT a fan-fiction, nor does it contain Mark or Ethan in any way, so apologies to anyone looking for that type of content. Rather, it’s a story centered around some of the motifs that crop up throughout the Unus Annus channel as a whole - an homage, if you will. These two guys got me to write again for the first time in years, especially when it comes to writing for myself. I’m just happy I was able to create something for the guys, and I’m so thankful to them for getting those wheels turning in my head again, even if they’re a bit slow. As much of a meme it may be on the channel at this point, I think the overall theme of running out of time is super important, and one I think too many of us dismiss a majority of the time, myself included.I even kept putting the writing of this story off, but I finally came up with enough of a concrete plot to put it together. Mark is always talking about how if you want to do something, you gotta grab the bull by the horns and just do it, so this is me doing that. We need to remember that we often don’t have as much time as we think we do, and the clock is constantly ticking. It only stops for us when we die, but us dying has no effect on time for everyone else. It moves forward without us. That’s not to say we have to rush to get everything done all the time. We still need to stop and appreciate the things and people around us. We just need to find a healthy balance, find what we enjoy, and also work hard, not only for others, but also ourselves. All of that is what this story is about.

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“Shit!” Aria gasped as the freezing wind nearly yanked the front door right out of her gloved hands. She reigned it back in, locked it, and pulled her beanie lower over her ears as she headed down the stairs towards her complex’s parking lot. She cranked the heat to max, sitting in her red 2007 Honda, cupping her still gloved hands and blowing into them before adjusting her rearview mirror. The crystals formed on the back windshield looked like little ice people. She smiled.

It had been far too long since she had done something like this for herself. Her boss had recently quit at her editing company, making her schedule a living nightmare over the past month. The added pressure and stress hadn’t gone unnoticed by her best friend Beth, who, after much pushback on Aria’s part, finally convinced her to take a day off. “There’s this beautiful woodland garden about 40 miles out of town. There’s not as much to look at in the winter, so it’s not as pretty, but it’s still open. There’s also less people because of it, so if you’re looking for some solitude, as well as some fresh air, it’s the perfect place.”

“In 30 miles, turn right on Hourglass Road,” chimed the robotic voice from her phone as she turned onto the highway. Any other day, she’d be blasting music and singing her lungs out, but not today. Today was a quiet day. She kept occasional watch over the crystal people slowly being sliced in half by the defroster, reminding her of her own temporary state as they dripped down the back window.

Half an hour later, she turned onto Hourglass – a narrow gravel road that opened into a gravel parking lot surrounded by a short log fence, with an ornate sign that read Hourglass Gardens. She pulled in next to the only other car in the lot and pulled her coat tightly around her as she took in her surroundings. The fence opened onto a dirt path that forked in two directions. One led to the large old house that served as a local historical museum. The other traveled down to the woodland gardens. Aria turned off her phone so as to not be tempted, shoved her hands in her pockets, and sauntered down the longer path.

A short way into the woods was a circular wooden bench surrounding a large, stone fountain that was currently turned off, probably due to the season. The centerpiece was a huge hourglass surrounded by a stone circle with the phrase “Unus Annus” written repeatedly around the outside. The hourglass was filled with pure white sand, which had all sunk to the bottom. Tippy-toed, she reach up to turn it, but couldn’t get it to budge. She sighed as she took a seat and stared up into the bare branches that surrounded her overhead, silently thanking the powers that be for the seclusion. Beth was right, she thought. Not much to look at, but it’s pretty well-maintained... She stared into murky film at the bottom of the fountain. Mostly. At least it’s quiet.

After several moments of taking in the stillness, she decided to move deeper into the barren woods. Every so often, she would run into little plastic markers with blurbs about the plants and wildlife people often encounter there. About 2 miles in, about every 20 steps or so, she began to notice little wooden markers close to the ground, almost hidden. They seemed to have arrows carved into them. They started along the path, then slowly got farther into the woods, away from the path. With time to kill, she figured she might as well go with it. There were no barriers, and having read many fantasy novels, she was always amused by the cheesiness of the “forbidden path” trope. Besides, she did come here to get away, after all, and what could be more detached from reality than following mysterious arrows in the woods into who knows where, even if the mystery was pretend. It was still the most excitement she had felt about anything in a while.

She walked over another mile, and at one point resisted the brief temptation to turn back to the trail. She cleared through one final patch of dead shrubbery next to another arrow before stumbling into a clearing rivaling even the ones in her books – it’s like all the colorful butterflies and animals had congregated in this one spot, encompassed by rainbow assortments of flowers and dense foliage in full bloom, despite the fact it was January. In front of it all was a babbling brook, with an assortment of brightly-colored fish, complete with a little bridge nestled neatly over it. Funny, I didn’t even hear any running water before now. She knelt down to touch it, but something prevented her hand from penetrating the water; some invisible barrier.

“I see you’ve made it.”

Aria jumped at the sudden break in the silence. The voice was calm, yet loud somehow. A man in a white, hooded cloak stood on the opposite side of the brook, but still sounded as if he were standing right next to her. A strange mist spiraled around him.

“What do you mean? Did you know I was coming? What is this place?” Aria asked, reaching her hand out in front of her, only to be forced back once again.

The man pulled down his hood. “This is the end.”

“The end of what? Who are you?”

“I am the inevitable. This is where all of time resides. Everything begins here, and everything ends here.”

“Are you saying you’re God, or something? Or Death? In the middle of a man-made sanctuary?”

“I am neither. I am the in between. I am Time Itself. I do not reside on this plane, but I am wherever you need me at any given moment.”

“So you’re saying you’re not really here?”

“I am, and I am not.”

“Am I the only one that can see or hear you?” Aria looked back to where she had entered. It was as brown and desolate as before.

“Yes.”

“Why? Why are you here? Why am I here?”

“This is your turning point – the point where you decide whether to take back control of your own destiny or succumb to the darkness, the point where you decide to live a prosperous life or a waking death.”

“How do I do that?”

“Make the decision. Only you know which path you will walk down. When you truly have your answer and have confirmed it to yourself, return here before time runs out. You have one year. I will be waiting. Memento mori.” The man turned, slowly walking away as the mist swelled around him until in encompassed the entire meadow. A frog made a loud plop into the brook, and with that, it was gone.

In front of Aria stood the looming hourglass fountain, now gushing with water. She pinched herself to make sure she hadn’t fallen asleep on the bench. What just happened, and why was she willing to believe and accept it so easily? She walked closer to examine the intricate stonework. The hourglass had been turned over. A few grains of sand had already trickled their way to the bottom. She read the phrase again. “Unus Annus.” She turned her phone back on and typed the words into the search bar. “One year,” she said softly to herself. “Okay,” she affirmed. “Looks like I’ve got a decision to make.”

She walked determinedly back to her car, feeling refreshed and invigorated, despite the mind trip she had just been on. As she turned the key in the ignition, she remembered something. “What was the other thing that guy said?” she mumbled to herself. “Memento mori?” She pulled her phone back out and searched the phrase. The translation read, “Remember you must die.”

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Thank you to anyone who read this. Thank you to Mark, Ethan, and Amy for being such a positive and encouraging force in my life for so many years and all the experiences I’ve had because of you. Thank you for giving me some inspiration to start creating again. There have been a lot of hard times going on with my family that I haven’t been able to properly focus on myself, and I’m still working on a lot of things, but this is another small step to help me towards my goals, and I’m glad to have you both be a part of it (even if it ended up sounding like a cheap YA novel). Being a perfectionist, I may not particularly like the final product myself, and think it's weak in every aspect, but that wasn't what this was about for me. I just wanted to show some appreciation for some amazing people. It’s been hard for me to keep up with you guys’ videos as of late, but this channel has been a way for me to stay up-to-date with both of you in a small way, and it’s such a cool concept. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for the channel.

(Unus Annus is right on the verge of 2 million right now! Let’s get them there! They deserve it so much!)

- Anne

#unus annus #unusannus #unusannus2million #markiplier #crankgameplays #peebles #mine #not sure if the 2 million subs contest is still a thing #but either way this was good for me and i hope it entertains someone #i just enjoyed doing something for the guys

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trashyswitch · 5 years

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The Roaring 20′s

New Years Eve is finally here, and the Egos have opened up the bar to party! Chase, Jackie, Shawn and Henrik end up getting a little too drunk, and JJ and Marvin have to keep things under control.

Thankfully, everyone seems to be happy, playful and silly right now. This could be easy!...right?

There's a few swears in this fanfic. Just be warned.

It's New Years Eve, and the Egos have opened up the bar for some good ol' fashioned partying! A little known fact about Jamie: He is an AMAZING bartender! He can come up with those well-known alcoholic blends on the fly! How? He simply memorized them from working full-time as a bartender for many years, before his entertainment career took off! So, Jamie was volunteering behind the counter, serving up the Ego's favorite drinks. He was also keeping in mind how much each ego was drinking. Knowing Chase, he might end up overdoing it. Shawn was known for overdoing the drinks as well, so he'd have to keep an eye on both of them. Thankfully, Marvin didn't appear to be drinking very much. Telling by the cup in his hand, Marvin was most likely drinking something. But it was barely anything compared to the other Egos.

"Hey Jamie, my man! Can I have one of those Jack and cokes please?" Chase asked. Jamie smiled, nodded his head and took his glass back. He placed a few ice cubes into the glass, dumped some Jack Daniel's whiskey into the glass, and filled the rest of it with Coca Cola. Then, he handed it to Chase and put the lid back onto the Jack Daniel's.

"Thanks! You're the best! How long have you been bartending for?" Chase asked, taking a sip of his cocktail.

'35 years.' Jamie signed back. Chase choked on his drink.

"How old are you again?!" Chase asked, wide-eyed. Jamie laughed, and clapped his hands in amusement.

'Do you really wanna know?' Jamie asked, still silently laughing in both amusement and embarrassment.

"Yeah! How old are ya?" Chase repeated. Jamie shook his head with a big smile on his face.

'Older than I look, that's for sure.' Jamie replied.

"Aw, come on man! Specify!" Chase whined.

Jamie bursted out into another fit of laughter. He took a moment to calm down, before answering his question. 'Honestly? Older than the World War II survivors. I should be dead.' Jamie replied, before falling into another fit of laughter. Chase's face went pale, as he slowly, and awkwardly, placed his drink down on the coaster in front of him.

"Jesus...You're older than most of the boomers that are still living..." Chase muttered.

Jamie sighed. "Uncultured millennial's..." Jamie joked.

Chase gasped, causing Jamie to burst out laughing once again. "HEY! How DARE you make fun of me! I'll have you know, that the millennial's are the most well-behaved generation so far!" Chase argued.

'Is that true? Or is that just your biased opinion?' Jamie asked.

"He's right." Henrik butted in. "Millennial's are zhe most vell-behaved generation, according to scientists." Henrik clarified.

'Well, I'm not surprised. My generation was drinking, partying and having sex every evening.' Jamie mentioned.

"That's true." Chase agreed.

"And surprizingly, not a lot has changed, over zhe years..." Henrik muttered, before sipping on his drink. Jamie giggled at Henrik's last remark.

15 minutes later:

"Hey guys! I have a funny idea! Let's watch Unus Annus on YouTube! I'd like to see what kind of hilarious content is going up on that!" Chase suggested excitedly.

"Oh dear god...Not ZHIS again!" Henrik sighed, rubbing his nose.

Jamie clapped his hands, and pointed both index fingers at Chase. 'Let's do it!' Jamie signed excitedly.

"I'll get it ready!" Jackie yelled, running to Chase's room to grab the computer and the HDMI cord.

In a few minutes, all 6 egos were sitting on chairs in the living room, flipping through the channel and its content.

"Which one? We've got loooots of content to watch!" Chase asked.

"OOH! COOKING WITH-"

"NEIN! VE ARE NOT VATCHING ZHAT VONE!" Henrik interrupted Jackie.

"Awww...you're no fun..." Jackie whined.

"What about turning Ethan into a mummy?" Chase suggested.

"Sure!" Shawn replied.

'Good choice!' Jamie signed.

"Okay. Zhat's user friendly." Henrik replied.

Chase turned on the video, and sat down.

[After the year long countdown played, Ethan started describing what he wanted his body to be mummified with, and surrounded by. Soon, the pair found a Ted Talk on making a Mummy.

"Are you gonna have to put your hand in my mouth?!" Ethan asked in surprise and horror.

"Oooh yeah." Mark said in a smooth voice.

"Noooooo..." Ethan said in a monotone voice.]

"I don't like how sexy that sounded..." Marvin admitted. Chase bursted out laughing at the remark.

[The narrator started explaining the process, telling Mark and Ethan about the spike hammered into the skull, the mashing of the brain, flushing it from the nose, and the pouring of the tree resin into the skull.

"It's a Neti Pot!" Ethan exclaimed.

"What?!" Mark reacted to Ethan's remark.

"We've done step three already!" Ethan added. Mark bursted out in deep laughter.]

"What- when did they do that?" Shawn asked.

"They used a Neti Pot in a previous video." Chase explained.

"It's a nose-cleansing device. You put it in your right nostril, it runs through zhe right nostril, and out zhe left nostril." Henrik explained.

Jamie's facial expression turned to horror, as he covered his nose and mouth in pure horror. Chase laughed at Jamie's reaction, before looking back at the video.

[The duo discover through doing the Unus Annus videos, they've already done the first few steps of mummification.]

"I feel like we're skipping a few videos by choosing this one..." Shawn commented.

"Kinda, but not really." Chase replied.

[Mark comments on how Ethan speaks normally off camera.

"You're like uh, you're like uh...Yu-Gi-Oh! You're like Yu-Gi-Oh! When you open the EGYP-TIAN...pyramid-"

Ethan's hair gets covered by a PNG image of Yu-Gi-Oh's hair, and the background slowly changes to an action-based animation from the Yu-Gi-Oh anime.

"-Turn into another person!" Mark finishes.

"It's...all connected." Ethan exclaims, clapping the bottom of his right hand, over the palm of his left hand.]

Jamie, Jackie and Chase all laughed at the Yu-Gi-Oh transformation.

["How are we gonna do the first steps?" Ethan asked, as he laid on the table.

"I am going to suck out your brain, with this patented brain sucker." Mark replied, showing Ethan the box that said NOSEFRIDA on the front.

"OH! MY GOD!" Ethan yelled, in silly horror.]

"Hahahaha! Zhat's PERFECT!" Henrik laughed.

"What is it?" Marvin asked.

"He explains it." Chase replied.

["This is meant to suck the snot out of baby's noses." Mark explained.]

"Oh...OH NO!" Marvin exclaimed, laughing in slight horror.

["What if I..." Mark said, before walking away. "I'll be right back." Mark said, leaving through the white door on the right.

Suddenly, Mark came barreling into the room, with a sucking device, shaped like a gun.

"DON'T put it in your nose, if it's going in mine!" Ethan warned. "Now remember: The safe word is please." Ethan said, making Mark laugh.]

"OH GOD NO!" Jackie reacted, covering his mouth and nose with his hands.

[After a first attempt, it was discovered that Mark, will certainly, have to do it himself.

"Fine. I will SUCK! THE FUCK! out of your brains!" Mark declared, bending down to his knees.]

Marvin and Jamie laughed at that.

[Mark put the end of the tube in his mouth, and started sucking.]

Chase gasped. "EWW! OHOHO MY GAHAHAD!" Chase shouted, laughing in pure disgust.

"That's DISGUSTING!" Jackie exclaimed.

"Do people have to actually do that to their babies?!" Marvin asked.

"Yup! I've done it once. But, it's a lot less uncomfortable when it's your baby. When a MAN, is sucking the SNOT out of ANOTHER MAN, THAT'S A WHOLE OTHER STORY!" Chase replied.

[After the sucking part, Mark and Ethan moved onto the guts part.

"I think, for you, more than just your heart is is the seed of your soul. I think your tum tum-" "I think your gutty wutty's-" "Livvy witty-" "Panc-wee-essy-" Mark cooed. Ethan bursted out in flustered giggles]

"Hahaha! That's adowable!" Chase cooed.

Jamie's face turned slightly red. 'Stop.' Jamie signed.

"What? Why? Are you embawassed? Is de wittwe boy embawassed?" Chase asked in a baby voice.

Jamie covered his face in embarrassment, and nodded.

"Awww! That's SOOO adowable! Where are those dimples? I wanna see those dimples!" Chase cooed, wiggling his fingers to further tease the man.

Jamie removed his hands to sign. 'Stop please!" Jamie signed.

"THERE'S those adowable dimples! I see them! Oh yes, I see them!" Chase cooed, poking and squeezing Jamie's cheeks.

Jamie, already embarrassed as it is, was now getting his cheeks squeezed like a baby?! That's taking it to another level. Even though he was a father who knew how to tease a person to oblivion, Jamie still knew how to embarrass Chase back. Jamie reached his hands out, and skittered his fingers under Chase's armpits.

"AHAHA! SHIT! NOHO! JA-HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Chase bursted out loudly, bouncing back, and feeling his back hit the couch with a thump. Jamie took advantage of the situation and continued his tickle attack.

"Ooooh! Looks like Jamie's got the upper hand! Let's see how long THIS lasts!" Jackie cheered.

Shawn, who giggling at the sight, quietly got up behind the dapper boy and squeezed Jamie's sides. Jamie squealed in surprise, and giggled as Shawn start spidering his fingers on his sides. However, Jamie wasn't giving up so easily...Jamie reached his hands behind him, and felt his hands touch someone's knee. sensing who's it was, Jamie smirked, wrapped his fingers around the top of his knee and squeezed.

"AH! Gahahad dahahahamn ihihit!" Shawn let out, letting go and falling into a puddle of giggles. Jamie quickly whipped himself around, lifted up Shawn's leg and skittered his fingers under Shawn's knee.

"BAHAhahahahaha! Yohohohou suhuhuhuhuhuck!" Shawn yelled, bursting into even more laughter.

Jamie's choice to ignore Chase, ended up being a big mistake. Because before Jamie could stop it, Chase had grabbed his ankle, pulled off his shoe, and started scratching his socked foot. Jamie's whole body jolted, before dropping the leg and attempting to scoot away and pull his foot free. But Jamie had fallen into a trap! He had scooted himself into Shawn's arms! Shawn pushed his arms through Jamie's armpits, and held him down.

"Now Chase! Get 'em!" Shawn commanded quickly. Chase wasted no time, as he continued scratching and wiggling his fingers on specific spots on his foot. Jamie arched his back and silently laughed as a bad spot on his foot was attacked wildly. Refusing to get stuck like this forever, Jamie kept his back arched and got ready to reach his hands back.

All of a sudden, Chase moved his fingers to the inner arch of Jamie's foot. Uh oh! Not good! Jamie threw his head back as the new spot was scratched, and wounded up delaying his attack for a couple seconds. With his mind focused once again, Jamie reached his hands behind him.

"Oh no you don't!" Shawn warned, wrapping his arms around Jamie's to stop him. However, That ended up helping Jamie in the long run! Jamie felt for somewhere on his sides. Feeling his hands touch Shawn's hips, he wasted no time and drilled his fingers right into Shawn's hips.

"AAAH! WAIT! JAHAHAHAMIE! NAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Shawn bursted out, falling into a fit of hysterical laughter.

Chase stopped for a moment. "What- How are you so flexible?!" Chase exclaimed, unable to relate.

Shawn, who was still trying to keep Jamie detained, tried to stay focused on holding onto him, while Jamie attacked his worst spot. Though, he wasn't making it easy for him. Jamie had fallen into a pattern of wiggling, and drilling. Wiggling, and drilling. continuing his drilling, before switching to wiggling. He stayed wiggling for a little while, before drilling AND wiggling at the same time.

"JAHAHAHAMIHIHIE! PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!" Shawn pleaded.

"I think the only way you're getting out of this one, is by letting go of the guy." Marvin commented, snickering at Jamie's shit-eating grin.

Jamie winked at Marvin, before he switched tactics from wiggling in the hollows of his hips, to drilling his ring fingers into the back of his hips.

"WAHAHAIT! NOHOHOT THERE! NOT THEHEHEHERE!" Shawn shouted.

Jamie changed from drilling, to wiggling. He wiggled, and wiggled and wiggled, until he switched to his middle fingers from the first set getting tired.

"WAI- SHIHIHIHIHIT! OKAHAHAHAY! OHOHOKAHAHAHAY!!" Shawn shouted, removing his arms as quick as possible, and flopping his arms above his head in surrender. Jamie tried to get off the couch, but ended up falling off the couch due to his foot still being stuck. His head and his back was against the ground, while his feet were still on the couch. His right foot was sitting there lazily, while his left foot was still captured by Chase's hand.

"Ouch...How did that feel?" Chase asked, referring to his head. Jamie rolled his eyes and gave him the middle finger.

"Bahahaha! Yeah! Go give yourself a fuck, Chase!" Marvin yelled. Henrik guffawed and covered his mouth, remembering the game the quote was from. Chase's jaw dropped, as he turned his head to Marvin.

"How about you shut your mouth before I shut it for you?" Chase threatened, jumping up, and sprinting to take down Marvin.

"Wha- WaitwaitWAITWAIT WAIT! CHASE! I'M SORRY! DO-" Chase picked up Marvin, placed his back onto the back of the couch, and pushed him over. Marvin's body did a full 180, before his head landed on the couch seat, and his legs rested on the back of the couch. Marvin was essentially sitting upside down on the couch. For Chase, that was exactly what he wanted. Chase grabbed Marvin's ankles and readied them under his arm.

"What are you even doing? Play wrestling? OoooOOOHHH GOHOHOD! AW COHOHOME OHOHOHON, MAHAHAN!" Marvin yelled, bursting into laughter as the soles of his feet were being scratched by Chase's fingers.

"Hey! You started it with your Little Misfortune bologna. I'm just returning the favor!" Chase shot back, scratching on the underside of his heel. Marvin's laughter turned to cackles, as he shook his head and flailed his arms. Chase had him in a position where, if he wanted revenge, he was gonna need a lot of core strength. Unfortunately for him, that was one thing he lacked.

Not only that, but during his squirming, Marvin's shirt had fallen down a bit, exposing his belly a little bit. Henrik, who was sitting right beside the upside down laughing magician, couldn't help but smile and lift his right hand up to the exposed tummy.

"Somevone's got a cute leetle tummy, I see. Boop! Boop boop boop!" Henrik complimented, giving his belly and his belly button a few pokes and scratches.

"HEHEHEHEHEY! NOHOHOT YOU TOOHOHOHOHOHO! THIHIHIS IHIHIS UHUHUNFAHAHAHAHAIR!" Marvin yelled through his laughter. He tried to cover up his stomach, but Henrik grabbed his wrists and pushed them against the couch cushion. With his dominant hand, he continued to skitter his fingers on Marvin's tummy.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Marvin begged.

"Please vhat? Please tickle you more? Alright! Shawn?" Henrik said, turning his head towards Shawn. "Do you have a paint brush vizh you?" Henrik asked.

Shawn smiled, and pulled a paintbrush out of his pocket. "Always do." Shawn said, throwing the paintbrush his way. Henrik caught it.

"Zhanks!" Henrik said, before dipping the paintbrush into his belly button.

“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!” Marvin begged, squirming his belly to get away from the paintbrush. However, the paintbrush would only follow his squirming and dip itself back into his belly button.

“Vhat’s wrong, Marvin? Toooooooo ticklish?” Henrik asked, smirking as he started to spin the paintbrush.

“CHAHAHAHAHASE! TOOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!” Marvin yelled. Henrik looked towards the end of the couch, and saw Chase...tickling under his toes!

“This little piggy went to the market...” Chase said, wiggling his big toe. Henrik's eyes widened, as a smile grew onto his lips in amusement.

“NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHON’T!” Marvin begged, his face turning red as he laughed.

This little piggy went home...” Chase said, wiggling the second toe.

“YOHOHOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEHEAN!” Marvin yelled.

“This little piggy had ticklish wittle feetsies...” Chase teased, changing up the lyrics to further ridicule him as he wiggled the middle toe.

“THAHAHAT MAHAHAKES NO SEHEHEHENSE!” Marvin exclaimed.

“This little piggy had none!” Chase said, wiggling the second last toe.

“LAHAHAHAY OHOHOHOFF, WIHIHILL YAHAHA?!” Marvin yelled.

“And THIS little piggy went...” Chase teased, pausing the rhyme to create more suspense. Instantly, Chase skittered all 5 fingers on the entire foot. “WEE WEE WEE WEE WEE! All the way home!” Chase cooed.

“HAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Marvin laughed. His face was practically a tomato, and his body was starting to get REALLY tired! So, Chase let go of his legs, and pushed his legs to the side. Marvin's whole body fell comfortably onto his side, as the exhausted Marvin laid there, breathing deeply through his mouth.

"You okay? We didn't kill ya, did we?" Chase asked.

"I-*huff* I'm fine... *huff* I'll be *Huff* *Huff* Fihihine...*Huff*" Marvin said through his breaths.

Chase let out a sigh of relief. Henrik handed Shawn back his paintbrush, while Jamie sat back onto the couch with a big smile on his face, that he just couldn't hide.

"What's so funny?" Chase asked, both suspicious and curious about his motives.

'imagining your reaction to my plan to get revenge.' Jamie signed, before tackling him down.

"Jamie, Wait- HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!" Chase exclaimed, before bursting into a fit of hysterical laughter, from Jamie's fingers in his armpits.

Jamie's smile grew wider as his fingers skittered and scratched, and soon decided to move down to his ribs.

"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THE RIHIHIHIBS! AHAHANYTHIHIHING BUT THEHEHE RIHIHIHIHIBS!" Chase shouted, shaking his head back and forth as Jamie dug into and in between the ribs.

Jamie gave Chase the puppy face, before taking in a quick inhale, and...Blew a big raspberry! right on Chase's ribs!

Chase's laughter turned into cackles, as his face turned a deep scarlet color! His hat came flying off as well!

Liking how red his face had gotten, Jamie took in an inhale, and blew short raspberries on multiple ribs!

This was when Chase's laughter went silent. He seemed just about done. It didn't take long, but that didn't really matter. Jamie smiled, messed up his hair a little, and got up off of him.

As Jamie walked, he was suddenly stopped, by Shawn of all people. Jamie crossed his arms, putting on an irritated teenage face.

"It's my turn for revenge." Shawn announced, before grabbing Jamie, flipping him around, and shoving his hands into his sides once again.

Jamie squealed, and fell into a massive puddle of giggles as he squirmed around in Shawn's stronghold.

"Jackie! Grab his arms!" Shawn ordered quickly. Jackie nodded, stood up and quickly grabbed his arms and held them out in front of him.

Once his arms were completely contained, Shawn continued tickling his sides, and squeezed his tummy a little bit as well. Jamie laughed, giggled, cackled and squirmed through the whole thing. He even let out a few snorts! That was an adorable thing to hear! Eventually, before the clocked striked twelve, everyone had gotten their share of ticklish revenge. Happy New Year, everyone! May everyone have an amazing 2020.

#happynewyear #ticklefic #switch!chase #switch!jj #lee!Marvin #switch!shawn #ler!henrik

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jawnjendes · 5 years

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shawn meets... | bella

SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)

AN: hiiii this is somewhat of a continuation of my last series, goth gf. you dont HAVE to read it to know what's happening here, but there will be references to it every so often. if you've been here since the goth gf days then, hi. i appreciate you. enjoy this shit. let me know ur thots.

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It felt awfully strange to be in Annalise's hometown, knowing she wouldn't be going home right away. The residential part of North Hollywood where her parents lived still felt like it was a million miles away. The glamorous Lyft Lux was going through the equally glamorous parts of the city, and it was almost mundane despite the fact that she had been away for over a year.

Shawn and his younger sister, Aaliyah, were frequently pointing out the exciting things they had only seen in photos and movies: the Chinese Theater, the Walk of Fame, the Hollywood sign. They were bundles of energy and excitement. Annalise was only jittery because she never fully processed that she lives in the same city as her favorite YouTuber, Bella Santiago.

Over a month ago, Bella discovered the Shawn Mendes profile on Spotify, causing her to give him a shoutout on Twitter. Then, just after the release of his newest EP, In My Blood, Bella messaged Shawn, offering to fly him out to LA, put him in a hotel and make a video with her. Shawn immediately jumped at the chance, but he couldn't go without bringing two of the biggest Bella stans he knew, Annalise and Aaliyah. The only reason why it took until the New Year for this to happen was simple: exams and Christmas.

When the semester ended, Annalise spent the holidays and her 22nd birthday with Shawn's family in Pickering, much to her own family's disdain. It was different, celebrating Christmas on the morning of the 25th, rather than the 24th. It was also different not eating tamales or pozole like she did with her family. It totally wasn't annoying when Shawn blasted that god awful Taylor Swift song on the morning of Annalise's birthday. She totally didn't miss her family either.

She had to promise her parents that she would stay in LA for the duration of the holiday break in return for missing all the important holidays. It wasn't a hard decision to make, but it was going to be hard letting Shawn go. Annalise only hoped that there would be time for him to meet her extended family during this trip. From what she understood, as soon as Bella was done with him, Shawn and Aaliyah were getting on a plane straight back to Toronto.

As it turns out, Bella Santiago is insanely generous. She reserved the three of them a deluxe suite at the Marriott. They had a view of the city, a massive king size bed, and a pull out sofa bed. Everything was spotless, and luxurious.

"She didn't have to go this hard," Aaliyah pointed out as she tossed her suitcase to the side.

"What, would you rather sleep on the floor?" Shawn teased. "And pick that up and move it so it's out of the way!"

She rolled her eyes as she did what he said.

Annalise made herself comfortable on top of the white sheets. While all of this was exciting, she was fucking exhausted. It felt like it was much later in the day, having gotten up at seven. The time change made it feel like it was well in the afternoon, but it was barely eleven.

"How's your tummy?" Shawn asked from the window. He had his phone out and was taking photos of the view.

"Much better," she replied.

Against her better judgment, Annalise had a coffee during the five hour flight, and it did not agree with her. She made good friends with a barf bag… or three. All the caffeine must have left her system if she was feeling better now.

"What time do we meet Bella?" asked Aaliyah, padding over to stand by her brother.

"Three o'clock," Shawn replied. "In the ballroom downstairs."

That prompted all three of them to take a death nap for the time being. It only lasted about three hours, and when their alarms went off, none of them felt any more rested.

Annalise was the first one to actually get up and get ready. For once, she was intimidated by who she was going to be standing in front of today. She had to look her best, even if it was in all black.

It didn't take long for Aaliyah to follow suit. Soon enough, both girls were sitting in front of the window, using the California sun for their light as they did their makeup.

The funny thing is, as much as they cared about looking their best, neither of them were going to be in Bella's video. She only wanted Shawn, who was still lying in bed half an hour before the scheduled meet up.

"What are you gonna wear?" Annalise asked her boyfriend.

"I don't know," he replied, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Will she even care about what I'm wearing?"

"You're gonna be on her channel," Aaliyah said, looking up from her handheld mirror, "which has millions of viewers, including some of my friends who will never let me hear the end of it if they see my brother looking like a clown in front of the queen!"

Shawn grinned and got up. "I'll go like this, what do you think?" He held his arms out, showcasing his plaid pajama bottoms and a Nike hoodie. He also only had one sock on.

"You'll be dead before you step out of the room like that," Ann darkly added.

“Thanks Satan.” He chuckled.

Shawn was only pretending to be calm. Inside, he was shaking and his insides were heavy. He didn't even think about Bella's subscriber count until Aaliyah pointed it out. He really wanted Bella to like him too. She seemed like such a sweetheart from her videos, Shawn hoped that wasn't just a persona.

He had spent most of the flight watching her videos (when Ann wasn’t puking up her caffeine, of course.) He made it through a few tutorials, learning a lot about not only makeup, but Bella herself. She suffers from several anxiety disorders and constantly works to better herself. She left her parents when she came out to them as bisexual, and she hasn't spoke to them or her extended family in years. She recently got out of a relationship with another YouTuber named Ethan Nestor, which was part of the reason why she spent half of 2019 in her hometown of Palm Springs. This woman has some thick skin, there was no denying that.

One of the best things that Shawn learned about Bella was that she had a butterfly tattoo on her left arm. In another video, she talked about how her viewers drew butterflies on their arms in support of her when she was down. She got it tattooed for them, and the colors of the wings were the same as the bisexual pride flag. Shawn looked at his own butterfly tattoo differently now.

The other best thing he learned was how talented of a singer Bella was. She had covers on her channel, and Shawn watched every single one. Bella had such a rich, beautiful voice, and it looked so easy for her to hit any high note. She sang Love on the Brain without any strain on her face. She sang a gayer version of You Belong with Me, and played guitar with it. She sang with Markiplier as the opening act when they were on a comedy show tour in 2018.

Shawn couldn't wait to sing with her, though he was intimidated. He thought he was a good singer, but put him next to someone with Ariana Grande levels of talent? The nerves were never ending.

It was ten til three when everyone was ready. Their only predicament was to go down to the ballroom early or not.

“Did she text you?” Aaliyah asked, clearly antsy. “Is she on her way or anything?”

Shawn shook his head. He had changed into a white tee, black jeans and a denim jacket, which the two girls approved of. “Should I message her? Or… her manager? She’s the one who made all these arrangements.”

“Hey, she might not even be here on time,” Ann said. “YouTubers are like celebrities. They run on their own schedules just because they can.”

“Bella wouldn’t do that, would she?” Aaliyah said in disbelief.

“Only one way to find out.”

And to the ballroom they went. The space was huge, clearly meant for a party. There were sheer white curtains hanging from the huge windows, and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. In the far corner of the room, tables and chairs were folded and leaning against the wall. Shawn, Aaliyah, and Ann looked around the room, all silently nervous and excited. Only a few minutes into it, they heard female voices just outside the room.

“But we’re always early! I knew I should have driven myself!”

“It’s two fifty-nine! Relax, they’re probably not even here yet!”

“Huh, I’ll be damned,” Ann mumbled, looking at her phone to verify the time.

The owners of the other two voices entered the room, carrying expensive-looking camera equipment and studio lights. They were followed by a bellhop, who was carrying a keyboard in a case. One woman was short and curvy, brown and freckled. Her short black hair was curly and glossed down, and she was wearing a bright red pantsuit.

The other woman was long and lean, decked out in a white long sleeve crop top, a black skirt, and knee high boots. Her iconic bright pink hair made a comeback, that wasn’t in her latest video. Her kind face looked airbrushed and flawless, although her brown eyes looked alarmed, like she was caught in headlights.

The first person to break the silence was the woman in red, already establishing her power. “Hello!” She held her hand out to Shawn. “I’m Sonji, I’m Bella’s manager. I believe we spoke on the phone. And on Twitter.”

“Yeah, yeah we did,” he said as they shook hands. “Uh, this Aaliyah and Ann, my sister and my girlfriend.”

“Hi, ladies!” Sonji greeted, shaking their hands as well. “So lovely to meet you! God, you’re all so pretty!”

Both girls mumbled shy thank you’s.

“Okay, so my handsome friend here and myself are going to set things up for the video,” Sonji explained. “In the meantime-” She looked at her silent client. “-Baller, come talk to your little protégé.”

Then, Sonji led the bellhop further into the room, over by the windows.

Bella still had a bag slung over her shoulder and a massive studio light stand in her hands. She was clutching it to her chest, a very performative and awkward smile etched on her bright pink lips.

“Hi!” she said after one very long second. “Uh - lemme -” She set down the giant lights and removed the bag from her shoulder. Then she stood up straight and smoothed out her hair. “Hi! Uh, I said that already!”

“I’ll say it again! Hi!” Shawn greeted, smiling politely.

Bella looked at him and opened her arms for a hug. “It’s nice to finally meet you!”

It might be weird to put it this way, but she smelled pretty. Whatever perfume she was wearing was probably more expensive than the flight over here. Shawn hugged her around her shoulders, inadvertently touching her surprisingly soft hair. You could just tell that she didn’t spare a single penny when it came to caring for herself.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to be so tall!” she said, looking up at Shawn. “For once, I’m not the tallest person in the room!”

She couldn’t have been taller than Ann, who was five foot five inches and felt very short most of the time.

“And this is the sister and the girlfriend?” Bella said, turning to the other two girls. She went to hug Aaliyah, who was more than delighted by the gesture.

Bella leaned back and took her hand. “I love your nails! Love the shape and color!” She ran her thumb over the white acrylics. “So cute!”

“Aw, thank you!” Aaliyah was beaming.

Then, Bella turned to hug Ann. It’s important to point out that in most situations, Annalise Flores is stone faced, calm, and collected. Today, however, Ann had wide eyes, like she was face the good Lord herself… like she was going to drop down on one knee and propose to Bella.

Shawn wouldn’t blame her.

“Me encanta su delineador!” Bella told her, gently cupping her face.

“En serio?” Ann softly asked.

“Yes, que linda! Those inner wings are to die for! What do you use?”

“Um.. uh, I think it’s NYX? I don’t know the exact one, but it’s definitely NYX!” Ann chuckled nervously.

“Well, it looks amazing!”

Ann looked like she was going to faint with that euphoric dazed look on her face. Thankfully, she stayed on both feet because Sonji grabbed their attention. She managed to sneak by Bella, take the lights and bag, and set them all up by the window. She also set up the keyboard, camera and two chairs. There were three other chairs behind the camera as well. Sonji was incredibly fast.

“We are all ready to go!” she said to the others.

“Shall we?” Bella gestured for the other three to go first.

Shawn, Ann, and Aaliyah went over to the set up, excitement only increasing from here.

"Were you two going to be in the video too?" Sonji asked the two girls.

They both shook their heads.

"Nervous? Don't blame you, the Internet is brutal."

That didn't help Shawn's bundle of nerves. He took a silent deep breath as he went for his guitar case while Bella sat in front of her keyboard. The Internet is brutal, and Shawn's own minuscule corner of it was safe solely because of the size. The fans he tweeted every so often were seemingly normal, and no one was overly critical about him or his music. More exposure means more space for criticism and plain old hate.

Bella had over five million subscribers, and at least forty thousand of them took an interest in Shawn over the last month and a half. It was a lot of new people to make a good impression to. He took another deep breath and removed the guitar from its case. There's no going back now.

"So, I don't want this to be a structured, planned out video," Bella explained when Shawn took the empty chair next to her. "I just want us to talk so my viewers can get to know you, and we'll sing whatever comes to mind."

"Sounds good," Shawn said, not really hearing himself.

"Now everybody - and I mean everybody - take in a deep breath."

The room was silent except for the sounds of everyone inhaling through their noses. Aaliyah and Ann still looked excited as they followed Bella's instruction. Sonji followed as well, like she had done this a thousand times.

"And exhale," Bella breathed out, and the others repeated. "Good. Get those nerves out, breathe away the anxiety. This is fun, we're having fun."

Shawn felt a little better, knowing she was just as nervous, if not more. Throughout all of Bella's mental health videos that he watched on the plane, none of them seemed to touch on how severe her own case was.

Finally, Bella addressed the camera, her soft voice suddenly projected. "Hey, it's Bella! Welcome back to my channel! Today, I'm here with a very special guest! Some of you saw me tweet a while ago…"

Oh god, what the fuck was Shawn going to say? He looked over at Ann, who smiled reassuringly and silently did the motions for deep breathing. Stay calm. You're a strong guy.

"So how long have you been making music?" Bella asked him as she mindlessly pressed keys on her keyboard.

Shawn recalled as best he could. "Uh, I sang covers when I was fifteen. Didn't make my own music until a few years later."

"Nice! Are you in school, or work or something?"

"Yeah, I'm in college. I'm majoring in music and botany."

"Oh, you like plants?"

Shawn was mildly impressed. Most people had to ask what botany is, and he would have to explain for the thousandth time. Then, he would be told to drop the music major because it's easier to find a job in plant science.

"Flowers," he clarified. "I work in a flower shop."

"That's so cool!"

The conversation got easier as time went on. Sometimes Aaliyah or Ann would chime in if they felt that Shawn was getting too confident. Bella giggled every so often, which made everyone in the room adore her even more.

Shawn was about ready to propose when Bella started playing Mercy on her keyboard and humming the beginning. He stared at her in shock for a few seconds before he played along on guitar. Hopefully that didn't look too embarrassing on camera. He listened to her voice for a moment before singing with her in the chorus.

He had plenty of questions for Bella after they went through that song. "Where did you get a voice like that?"

"I could carry a tune as a kid," she explained, "so I was put into singing classes to hone it. Then I did church choir, school choir… I just never really stopped singing." She paused and then chuckled nervously. "This is gonna sound pretentious, but I think I got this voice for a reason. Meaning, I have this platform and all these followers. I think I'm meant to use my voice for good. Help people in whatever way I can."

Shawn smiled. "That's beautiful. I see that in your videos. I kinda went on a binge on the plane."

Bella grinned.

"One thing that stood out to me…" Shawn hesitated, minding the camera and the future viewers of this video. "You are so unapologetically bisexual. You always make the point to the person you needed as a kid, because there is still so little bi representation in the media. And you decided, if no one's going to do it, then you'll do it yourself, and I think that's incredible."

"Yeah, I didn't have anyone telling me it's okay to feel what I feel, and I don't want anyone to go through what I went through as a teen."

Shawn nodded, glancing over at Ann once. He had talked about touching on this particular topic with her, and he was starting to have his own shred of doubt.

But, he learned from his girlfriend. Fuck it.

"I wish I had someone like you as a teenager," he said to Bella, strumming his guitar. "I mean, when I came out to my family, I was lucky. They were loving and accepting, but I still couldn't find anyone out there who was like me, in real life or in the media. I really wish I had found your videos sooner."

Bella was beaming. "I knew I liked you."

The two of them went back and forth between talking and singing. They compared butterfly tattoos, and then Bella was asking him about his other tats. Shawn learned a couple of Little Mix songs too, which led him to discover where his girlfriend got that fixation from. He was mostly amazed at how Bella was able to belt out song after song like it was nothing. Like she was meant for this. Why did she choose to be a makeup artist?

"Have you ever been offered a record deal?" Shawn asked. "Or thought about making your own music?"

"Mm, yes and yes," she said. "But singing is more of a hobby. I can't see myself delving into the music industry at all. Makeup is where it's at for me. Makeup got me through some of the hardest times in my life."

Shawn wouldn't say no to a record deal. He'd move to Los Angeles tomorrow if he could. He would do just about anything to play music full time. He glanced over at Ann again, who winked with a smile.

next chapter

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iamvegorott · 7 years

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Returned Chapter 14

Spam

“Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you,” Jack said with a light laugh as he blasted fireballs at hanging pieces of paper, hitting every one of them either close to or directly in the center.

“Your aim is a lot better,” Alec commented, sitting in a chair in the center of the training room.

“Check this out!” Jack faced Alec and clapped his hands together, an ice shard forming between his palms as he pulled them apart. “I practiced the shit out of this last night.” Jack chuckled as he tossed the shard back and forth between his hands. Alec smiled and shook his head as he stood.

“You’ve been doing great these past few weeks, but there’s still plenty to learn.” Alec held his hands behind his back as he spoke. “You’ve managed to learn the basics so far. And I wish we knew exactly when Nina will come after you and have more time since it’s bound to be very soon, but we can start working on some more powerful spells tomorrow, hopefully, we’ll get enough done.”

“We got this, man!” Jack started using the shard as if it was a sword. “You can kick ass and I’m very close to being the ultimate kick-ass.”

“Don’t get too cocky,” Alec warned. “Do you want to try taking us back today?” He added, holding his arm out.

“Yes!” Jack rushed over to Alec and grabbed the man’s arm, squeezing his eyes shut. There was a rush of magic that traveled from Jack’s chest to the ends of his fingers and toes and when he reopened his eyes, he groaned when he found that they were in the bathroom. “Every time,” Jack grumbled.

“Do you have to use the restroom or something? Sometimes needs can change how spells work.” Alec started leaving the bathroom.

“No...wait.” Jack stepped back and closed the door with Alec outside of it.

“I’ve told you how many times to go before we train?” Alec said towards the door.

“Not now, mom,” Jack said back, voice a little muffled.

“I’ll go inform the others that we’re back and I’ll head back home. I’ll see you tomorrow Jack and don’t forget to do your assignment tonight.” Alec knocked on the door with a knuckle.

“Yes, mom.” Jack sang.

“Make sure to wash your hands, dear.” Alec teased, laughing a little at Jack’s curses while he walked away. “Hello there, Callie, how are we?” Alec asked the small creature that had crawled up his back and onto his shoulder. Callie nuzzled their face into Alec’s neck and let out a soft chirp. “You’re upset, what’s wrong?” Calle sat back up and looked at the bathroom door, chirping softly again. “You’re worried about him, aren’t you?” Callie nodded their head, facing Alec again. Alec glanced at the door when he heard the toilet flush. “Callie, I promise I will do everything in my power to keep him safe.” Callie tilted their head and used their clawed finger to gently make an ‘x’ on their chest. “Yes, I cross my heart and hope to die.” Alec scratched under Callie’s chin. “I need to go-” Callie’s stomach growled. “And you need to eat.” Callie nodded with more energy before leaping off of Alec’s shoulder.

“I thought you were going?” Jack said when he opened the door and saw Alec.

“Callie wanted to say hello,” Alec stated, heading down the hall with Jack.

“That’s it?”

“They also worry about you. They made me cross my heart and hope to die to make sure that I’d try my best to protect you.”

“What’s up?” Jack noticed the look on Alec’s face.

“I’m still attempting to understand how Callie formed such a strong bond with you. They’re Vince’s creature. I’ll have to do some research into it.”

“Jack!? Jack are you back!?” Signe’s voice came from the living room.

“Dude, get in here!” Mark shouted as well. Jack and Alec both took off, seeing that Signe was looking at her phone while Mark and Amy were looking at a computer.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, going over to Signe while Alec joined Mark and Amy at the computer.

“We’re getting spammed,” Mark stated as he scrolled through his newest video’s comments.

“All of us.” Singe added, going through her own comments as well. Jack quickly took out his phone and pulled up yesterday's video, seeing that the comments were the same as Mark’s and Signe’s.

“One day.” Alec read the comment out loud.

“Nina the Spellcaster.” Signe scoffed. “How creative of an account name.”

“People are freaking out about this, look at Tumblr.” Mark clicked on a different tab and showed that his tag on Tumblr was filled with people posting and talking about the thousands and thousands of comments and replies to other comments that only said ‘one day’.

“She’s just trying to scare us,” Alec said.

“Well, it’s working.” Amy was rubbing her temple.

“She’s made her point, she’ll stop.” Alec took a step back.

“Fuck! She’s spamming Twitter too!” Jack snapped.

“And she’s now properly spamming Tumblr,” Signe added.

“Wade’s calling,” Mark said when his Skype went off. “And Bob and Felix.” He added as he answered their calls.

“Why the fuck is Nina fucking with my comments, my twitter, and my Tumblr?” Felix asked the moment his face appeared on the screen.

“She’s doing the same to mine,” Wade said.

“Same here.” Bob sounded exhausted.

“We’ve never met the bitch, she doesn’t even know who we are and she’s fucking with us?” Felix huffed.

“Nina does her research, she knows who all of you are,” Alec said. “But none of us is to panic. That is just what she wants. We-” Rapid knocking on the door interrupted Alec.

“Mark, Nina’s spamming all of my social media,” Ethan said when he opened the door.

“I don’t even make videos and my YouTube channel is getting spammed,” Tyler exclaimed as he followed Ethan. “Plus my twitter and Tumblr are going nuts.”

“Looks like the family’s together.” Bob scoffed.

“I know Robin, I promise it’ll stop after today. She’s just trying to fuck with us.” Jack said into the phone. “Don’t respond, don’t block, don’t do anything to those comments or that channel. You need to stay out of this as much as possible. I’ll send you some footage later today, just focus on yourself and we’ll take care of everything. Goodbye.” Jack dropped his phone on the couch before throwing himself on it, hands over his eyes.

“Bob, you alright? You look really tense.” Mark said.

“Why wouldn’t I be tensed!? Nina’s fucking with all of our social medias and fucking Vince appeared in my home a week ago, saying he was going to kill me and Mandy and neither of us has slept since then! I hate this! I fucking hate all of this!”

“Wait, last week? Tuesday?” Wade asked.

“Yes, Tuesday.”

“Vince did the same to me and Molly.”

“Marzia sleeps with one of the kitchen knives under her pillow because of that,” Felix said.

“That...that couldn’t have been Vince,” Alec said, making everyone go quiet and look at him. “Vince doesn’t want anything to do with Bob, Wade and Felix and their partners. He’s angriest at Jack and Mark, even then he doesn’t truly want death on you guys, he just wants to mess with you guys.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Mark said.

“It’s kind of like with Joker and Batman, depending on the variation of them, but usually Joker doesn’t want to kill Batman because without Batman he’s nothing and it’s the same vice-versa. Without one, there would be no need for the other. Without Jack and Mark, Vince has no reason to exist at the moment. All he thinks about is getting back at you two, not kill you.” Alec explained.

“I bet that means Vince and Nina would make the best of friends.” Felix threw his hands up as he spoke.

“Actually, it’d be the opposite. Nina wants to use you or kill you if she can’t. Vince doesn’t want that...he wants you guys alive.” Alec’s eyes went wide in realization.

“Why do I have a feeling that I don’t like what you’re thinking?” Signe said.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Jack’s entire body slumped as the words came out of his mouth.

#jacksepticeye #markiplier #pewdiepie #lordminion777 #muyskerm #crankgameplays #apocalypto_12 #wiishu #youtube #fanfiction

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Out of the Blue||Cowritten Closed

Rosanna laid on her bed, trying her best not to let her mind wander too much. It was hard though, she hadn’t heard from him at all. She wouldn’t have even known he left if not for word getting to her from the grapevine and grey faces.

The only form of communication and contact they had was one sided, and looking at the abandoned text just made her stomach flip. She shouldn’t have sent it. Alcohol got the best of her in that tact, and her heart wanted to so bad, despite her mind knowing better. She wanted to come off strong, unaffected, but… she also wanted him to know she loved him, she missed him, that this wasn’t easy. In the end, the more sensitive and affectionate bits of her emotions won. Still in sending the text she worried now it came off insensitive to his wants. It was all a mess. She was a mess. He didn’t respond back, which she expected. So… that was that. Her one and only attempt. Shutdown cold. Was he okay? She wouldn’t know. She didn’t even know where he was. It hurt her heart, every bit of it broken, shattered, and still somehow the fragments of it mustered up that plaguing concern. No matter what she did, go out, study, edit, vlog, even her self care and me time turned into her thoughts traveling to him. She was doomed. As she slipped deeper and deeper into her thoughts her phone let out it’s familiar text notification alert. She raised a brow, her hand going grabby to her bedside table, finally slipping over her phone and throwing it over to the bed.

The number wasn’t familiar and it was a video, along with the message: “Don’t worry, we’re taking good care of him while he’s away 😊 -Ethan”

>>>Video here Ethan? Who is Ethan….? But before she could focus too much on the stranger, the video went on audio play. There he was laying on the ground, a hearty laugh filling the room like music, her heart beating fast as he boomed through the speaker. Her favorite Golden pup raced to-and-fro chasing red and green dots and shapes, lasered to the floor, diving across the room in a dance. Mark egged her on as she frolicked, his face catching the camera briefly, eyes squinty and happy like they were once engraved in her mind, not sad and tired. Butterflies zoomed and flew hard in her chest and against her rib-cage, as if he was looking at her. It took her a moment, letting out a deep breath as she caught it, forgetting to breath out for a minute in awe. Another boy laid across from her favorite brunette, curly hair tucked away in a beanie, his face one she did not recognize. She pursed her lips, it still smiling through the thin line before the video ended. She waited for a minute, taking in another deep breath and pressing the phone close to her heart for a second, wishing it was him, wishing things were different. But then she remembered the unexpected number. She typed:

“Thank you so much. This video is everything my heart needed. I’m glad to see his smile. But um… please forgive me, I don’t recognize this number or… name.”

A message came back, undeterred, just moments later. “Ethan! You know Blue boy!” Ro say confused for a moment, trying to rake her brain through any blue haired men in her life, but she sat frozen. Not a single one. Still she felt there was SOMETHING there. He clearly knew Mark, but… And he wasn’t the other guy in the video, he had dark hair, not blue. She frowned, texting again. “I feel so lost right now, I feel I know you, but… I don’t think I do. I’m so sorry :(“ She sat and waiting, upon another text.

“Oh” Was sent back after he took a moment to pick his pride up off the floor. “Well” came right after then a pause between messages of a few minutes with the three dots of typing up the whole time. “Mark didn’t mention me?”

Seeing his name hit Ro in a pang, her heart leaping to her throat. Still she tried not to focus on it too much and sat there thinking for a minute. Ethan?… Blue haired boy… She tilted her head to the side, delving deep. Then her eyes widened a little. “I’m… I’m sorry” she typed, a little frown slipping upon her lips for the boy on the opposite side of her phone. She had wished she knew him, his text to her came from such a nice place, so sweet and caring. He clearly wanted her to see Mark was safe, happy, and very much not just a memory. This Ethan clearly wanted HER to know, to show HER, to update HER. Like he cared… With all of that sweeping into her, a faint memory slipped through of Mark hiring a pair a little bit back to help take off the some load. She remembered being grateful to hear such news, knowing how deep into his kicks Mark got when it came to his videos and splicing them, making sure they were trimmed, cut, and proper. Sometimes locking himself up for days at end. When the news came he was bringing on two new members, she could have sang atop mountains, always worried about him when he shut down and shut out. “WAIT!” she wrote fast. “Are you one of his new editors?!” she asked, her fingers moving quickly, wanting to fix whatever hard feeling the other boy was feeling.

The dots came up again for a few minutes, as he typed. “Yeah, his editor”

It read when another message finally came through. “sorry to bother you” another read that came in quick, followed by another. “I just thought 😓”

Ro read fast shaking her head in protest and responded promptly. “No please don’t be sorry, you’re no bother. I actually really appreciate someone contacting me. I’ve been worried about him, and I really… really miss him. It means a lot.” Followed by a series of dots then another text “Listen… I’m sure Mark meant to tell me about you, he’s just… not been doing good. Obviously. But I DO know he’s grateful for you guys, you’ve helped him SO much with his work. And IM grateful too, I don’t know what would have happened if his channel went down, or he got behind during this entire ordeal. I don’t even WANT to think about it. You guys have helped him more than you probably even know. And you helped our relationship last for as long as it did too. So thank you, for all of that, and for being so good to him.” She finally sent, now patting the bed for Cookie to come up and snuggle her, watching the video of Chica and Mark again for comfort, waiting on the following reply. He looked so happy.

“😀💕 wow really! I’m helping you guys stay together?!” came through quickly after. “I do what I can! And I’ll keep you updated as much as you’d like! Tyler tried to keep him focused on work or I’m sure he’d talk to you more 😄” Ro frowned, letting her hand fall from Cookie and let out a hard sigh before she wrote back. “Well you helped us stay together, in the past sense. I’m sure you know we aren’t together anymore.” she wrote, wanting to put all the crying emojis but resisting the urge. “Oh goodness, I couldn’t ask that of you. That’s so sweet, thank you though. I don’t want to intervene on you work, or like… Idk. Anyway! I’m glad he’s focused, I know how much he loves his job and his fans, keeping them happy. Tyler? Is that the other guy. Thank him for me too! I want Mark to be happy.” she sent and laid back down on her bed, staring ahead, happy to be talking to this random boy about her… boy. It was important to hear Mark was doing better, even if she was out of the equation, even if that meant she hadn’t helped in the first place, none of that was more important than him doing better.

“What?” came back to her with little hesitation. “But I thought… all of this was for you” came right after then a hesitation and the three dots for a little. “You aren’t really broken up right?” Ro rolled on her side and stared at the screen for a minute, her fingers hovered in a dance, unsure what to write, but she tried. “Unfortunately, we are really.” she sent with a very heavy heart, followed by the same three dots slipping onto his screen and she wrote and un-wrote, not sure what to send or say. “It is all for me… I guess.. But that doesn’t make it less real. It ended. It’s… gone.” she said pulled a loose pillow to her chest to squeeze, Cookie resting against the back of her hip, knowing her momma was feeling some blue herself.

There was a long pause, a pause that went beyond waiting for the dots to turn to words, no dots at all. Some time later, long enough that it could be expected he forgot to respond, a message came “Okay Rosanna, whatever you say 😉”

“Ethan, please believe me. It isn’t a joke, though I wish it was :(“ she wrote trying her best not to come off mean or snotty. It was a simple sad text, nothing to be misconstrued. She continued with another text to follow. “I love him, and if that means letting him go, I had to do it. I want him to be better, so… This is best for him. He originally wanted it to be a break, but it shortly turned into me deserving better not ‘this’, and not to be ‘tied down’, I should be happy and blahblahblah while… letting us go.” she wrote. “Like really go.” she added and then placed her phone down in front of the space on the bed between her and the edge with a deep breath.

There was another pause between the messages. “And you listened to all that?” came in and another right after. “It’s all for you! Duh! To be better for you!” Ro sat for a minute staring at the text, her lips pursed to a flat line, just staring at the screen, the words blending and blurring until she snapped back into reality. “He said I shouldn’t be tied down, though. And…and I need to be happy without him, and…. Stuff. If you were there… It… would make more sense… I… I wish I could make sense of it for you :(“ her words still stumbled and sputtered even on the screen, unsure and confused, still heartbroken. “I want to believe you.” she replied then and just… waited.

“Well you should! 😊” He replied. “I know it looks like I’m some random person, but I know Mark! I swear.” She really wanted to, and for some reason, the more she sat and thought about this random boy messaging her, and sending her that sweet gesture, the more she did. Her heart was so tired, her eyes were so red and achy from all the times she had cried throughout the time he left. She knew neither of those two things would let up, but… She wanted to believe. She sighed, her thumbs moving to send him another quick text. “Thank you, I really do appreciate your kindness.” she sent then slowly started to type again, watching her words format to the screen as she typed. “I just…. Really, really love him. I want him to be happy.” she said, her eyes glazing over once more, hating herself and her quick emotions. “and he loves you too!” came with no hesitation. “So don’t give up on him. He’s doing really good!” there was a brief pause between, then a sudden message. “We’re going to film, putting my phone away. It was nice to talk to you Rosanna!” Rosanna read the text over and over again, letting the words wash over her and sink into her. Rereading to memorize it. To believe it. She hoped this random boy blue was right, because she hadn’t given up, and she wouldn’t either. Because Mark was it for her. She sighed, a smile twitch touching the one corner of her lips, then turning into a small, weak smile. “Thank you Ethan, you’re a good friend. I hope it’s okay I call you one too. Talk to you soon, I hope!💛” she wrote back and hit sent, placing the phone back on the bedside table and rolling back over to Cookie. “Do you miss Daddy?” she asked, the pup looking up at Ro then crawling to her face to give her a lick. “Me too” she stated softly, “Me too”, followed by planting several quick smooches in a row to the the bulldog’s head. With that she stretched her arm, reaching for the lamp next to her, her eyes catching the sleeping phone screen, taking in a deep breath and slowly letting it out through her nose. “Thank you Ethan.” she said quietly, pulling the light string and turning in for the night.

#closed #cowritten #ethan #bree

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odlt extra #2 | a plethora of difficulties

March 2018, aka the night of ethan’s drunk stream. drink responsibly kiddos.

PREVIOUS FICS (u should read these if ur new here)(srsly this is ethan x oc)

The magic number for this month was nine. I was one week away from being exactly nine months sober. I was proud, and I had also run out of people to give my chips to. The last person to receive a chip from me was Amy, and that was two months ago.

Anyway, every anniversary I always end up reflecting on my progress. Yes, I quit drinking. That meant I had to find other ways to cope with my never ending, always frustrating social anxiety. That was a particularly hard thing to deal with, and it was really annoying.

Drinking excessively? Over it. Suicide attempt? Like it never even happened. Depressive episode who? Don’t know her. Social anxiety? Yeah, she’s a BITCH.

I was trying, though, and Ethan told me that trying always counts.

I’ve managed to be around my close circle of friends (Mark, Amy, Tyler, Kathryn, and Jack when he was in the country) without feeling the deadly temptation. I was comfortable around them because they’ve witnessed my bad moments with alcohol… and my bad moments in general. If I ever was feeling triggered, I had my ways to combat it.

One thing I have found useful and productive in my sober time was my unconditional and insatiable need to mother the shit out of my boyfriend when he couldn’t do it himself. Over time, I had become the permanent designated driver for not just Ethan, but also his friends outside the team. It helped all of them save Uber money, and it eased my mind knowing that they all got home safely. It also helped me get comfortable around the friends I didn’t know as well, so then maybe I could actually be out and about with them in the future. Yeah, Ethan threw up in the passenger seat one time, but at least it was in the safety of my car. And yes, it was a bitch to clean up. And no, the friends that witnessed that moment have not let him live it down.

Aside from blowing chunks in inconvenient spaces, the times when Ethan would drink a little too much were tricky to deal with. When I would get him inside his apartment, he wouldn’t make it to his room. He would settle for the couch and insist on taking me with him. He was also very handsy and always wanted to kiss me, despite the liquor breath. Once I made it clear I wasn’t interested, he would back off and fall asleep.

Tonight was a little different. I headed over to Ethan’s apartment after working at the office like I normally would. He was walking out of his recording room as I entered the apartment. It took a second for me to notice his droopy eyes and dopey grin. And then I saw the bottle of Jack in his hand. Oh.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked as I closed the front door behind me.

Ethan looked up and smiled wide. “Bella!” He opened his arms and walked towards me.

He was a cuddly drunk too. Can’t complain about that.

“Me and Brian just recorded some videos,” he told me as he pressed my head against his chest. “Mm, I missed you.”

I giggled as I pulled out of his grasp. I looked up at him, trying to determine just how intoxicated he was. “So how much have you had?”

He chuckled and held up a finger, like he had some big, rousing story as to how he got in this situation. “Listen… when you watch the videos, you will understand.” He spoke slowly and fumbled on his speech.

“How much?” I asked again.

“Ten - No, twelve shots,” he replied. “Twelve, I think.”

I hid my shocked expression well. “I see. And what are you gonna do now?”

“I’m gonna go pee. And I’m taking this with me.” He held up the bottle. “‘Cause you’re not allowed…”

And he strode off into the bathroom.

It’s one thing to drop him off at his friend’s house or at a bar. It was easy for me to have that distance and do my own thing. Now I was torn between going home and staying to take care of him. I should go home because I still get triggered by alcohol and being around drunk people. But I should stay because Ethan was hammered and he was alone in his own apartment. Who else was going to take care of him?

I took a deep breath and marched over to the fridge. As soon as I opened it, all I saw was beer and expensive whiskey. But no, I was better than this. I’ve stayed in Ethan’s apartment many times, knowing there was alcohol in here. It took me a moment to reach for the orange Gatorade, but I did it. However, I did pretend it was tequila or vodka as I drank some of it. Just because you’re clean, don’t mean you don’t miss it.

Then I heard gagging and retching in the bathroom. It was quick and followed by the toilet flushing. Guess I can’t have Gatorade now.

Ethan stepped out of the bathroom like nothing happened. He walked over, still having a grin on his face.

“I’m gonna stream now,” he said casually.

I chuckled. “Okay, sure.”

“No, really. I already tweeted it.”

This was going to be harder than I thought. I checked my phone, and there was indeed a tweet linking to Ethan’s Twitch channel. Dammit.

“Are you sure, bubby?” I asked, trying to get on his sweet side. “You just got sick, don’t you wanna go to bed?”

Ethan took two clumsy steps towards me. He reached up and stroked my bottom lip with his thumb, evidently smearing my lipstick.

“You can wait for me in bed, baby,” he told me as he attempted to wink. “Keep your lipstick on. I like it.”

I would have laughed had it not been for the circumstances. Here I thought he listened to me better when he was intoxicated.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drunk stream,” I suggested, getting anxious as I wiped just below my mouth.

“But the community!” he whined. “I can’t disappoint them! I promised a drunk stream! It has to happen, Bella!”

I rolled my eyes, now getting impatient. “You’re gonna regret it tomorrow, but go off!”

Ethan’s face fell a little bit. “Don’t be mean to me… I’m just trying to have fun!”

“I’m not-” I stopped myself, realizing there was no point in arguing. “Okay, you made the decision. Have your fun! And take this too, you’re gonna need it.” I gave him the Gatorade.

Let him regret it in the morning.

“Okay, I’ll try to be quick.” He leaned in and kissed the top of my head. “I love you.”

“Love you,” I mumbled as I went over to the couch.

Of course I watched everything go down from my laptop. It was entertaining to say the least, but it also made my stomach feel heavy. Should I have tried harder to stop him?

I hesitated to mod the chat on Twitch, but I eventually signed on and made my presence known. First message I saw? “Bella, come get ya mans!” Honey, I fucking tried. I figured, as long as I don’t make it known that we’re in the same apartment, it shouldn’t be a problem, right? People don’t have to know that I let him get this messy, right?

“Oh, hi Bella,” Ethan said in the stream when he looked at the chat. “Everyone say hi to Bella!”

“Hiiiiii Bellaaaaa,” repeated his friends in exaggerated, flamboyant tones.

The first response I noticed in the chat was from Kathryn. And that was only because she texted me over the phone first.

“Should we be worried?”

On Twitch: “sup fam”

I responded in the chat first. “Hey queen.”

Over text: “He should be fine. If things get even messier then I’ll step in.”

Kathryn replied quickly. “Oh you’re there with him? You good fam?”

“lol yeah it’s all good. Keeping an eye on the boyf keeps me occupied.”

As the stream continued, Ethan took two more shots. He also drank the Gatorade I gave him, so he was attempting to stay hydrated. He was already really far gone, though.

“Brian, Brian… I love you,” Ethan slurred, clearly out of his mind.

“I’ll kill you!” Brian replied, causing everyone to laugh.

“Don’t let your girlfriend hear you say that, Earthan,” Joey added.

I snorted. My boring, sober ass couldn’t keep up anymore.

“Bella knows I love her,” Ethan told them. “I love her so much…”

“Here we fucking go,” I mumbled as I typed in the chat. “lol I could never come between you and the bagel.”

The chat went wild. Ethan missed it because he had accidentally called his mother. What I would have given to hear that conversation.

After that, things got weird. Ethan somehow logged himself out of the Discord chat with his friends. He was confused, and it showed on his drunk face. His eyes were also drooping enough for people in the chat to take notice. To top it all off, Ethan put his head down on what I assumed was the microphone, but it shifted and he practically went limp.

That was when I got up and went to the recording room. Ethan was pulling off his headphones and talking to Siri. He slowly turned towards me as I entered the room. He was so out of it.

“Is the stream over?” I asked quietly, not wanting to be overheard.

“Yeah, I ended it,” he replied softly. He moved to get up but suddenly paused. “Ugh, I don’t feel good.”

I quickly ran out of the room, grabbed the bin from the bathroom and returned. Ethan took it and held it in his lap, waiting.

While he puked up the alcohol, I went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and found the Tylenol. As I went to the kitchen, I heard Ethan retching into the trash can. I got a glass of water and took it to the bedroom. I placed the glass and the painkillers on the bedside table, and then I pulled the blanket back on the bed for when Ethan wanted to lie down.

He came out of the recording room with the little trash bag tied up. He was wasted and he looked miserable. I gently took the bag from him.

“Brush your teeth and go lie down,” I told him.

“Yes, Miss,” he slurred back.

“And don’t be nasty,” I added before going to dump the trash.

As I went out to the dumpster, I mentally prepares myself. The end of the night could be good or bad, depending on how much Ethan drank. Tonight was already a bad night, I just had to get him to sleep soon. Remember when I said Ethan was handsy?

Okay, let me clear this up: I don’t mind having a cuddly drunk of a boyfriend. It’s actually really sweet. Most times, he just wants to be held as he falls asleep. That’s usually after a reasonable amount of alcohol. I wasn’t sure what to expect after 10+ shots. It also goes without saying that the alcohol breath was very difficult for me to deal with, which was why I didn’t like to kiss him in these circumstances.

I walked back into the apartment to only hear silence. I took a deep breath and went over to the bedroom. Ethan was lying on his side in the space I had made for him. His eyes were closed, so I carefully crawled in under the covers next to him.

He wasn’t asleep. As soon as I was on my back, Ethan scooted closer to me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and leaned in towards my mouth.

I quickly turned my head away from him. “Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Let me kiss you…”

“Only on the cheek.”

He did, and then he lied his head on my chest. I stroked his hair and rubbed his back, hoping he would fall asleep soon.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my shirt. “I love you so much… so fucking much…”

“I love you too, bubby,” I said. “Try to sleep, yeah?”

“M’kay…”

Ethan was the one who drank into oblivion, yet he still woke up before me. Granted, he was still in bed when I woke up, but he was sitting up with the TV on and playing a game. He was still in the same clothes he wore yesterday, minus the sweatpants.

I rolled into my side facing him. Ethan looked down and grinned.

“Hey Siri,” I mumbled sleepily.

He paused the game. “Goddammit, not you too…”

I chuckled. “Is it a meme now?”

“Yeah…” He sighed and lied down on his side too. “So… I kind of remember when you showed up. And I barely remember the stream.”

“Have you watched it back yet?”

Ethan nodded. “Yup. And then I took it down. It’s, uh, not my finest hour.” He rolled onto his front, hiding his face in the pillow.

“I mean, it was a fun stream!” I reassured as I rubbed his back.

He groaned and it was muffled by the pillow.

“It’s okay! It happens to all of us!”

Ethan picked his head up and sighed. “Never let me get that drunk again.”

I chuckled. “Well, I did try to talk you out of the stream. You usually listen when you’re drunk.”

“Did I try to make out with you again?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. You gave up when I said no and you passed out.”

“Well, thank you for looking out for me,” he said sincerely. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be. Oh, and I also got rid of the Jack Daniel’s, and I stashed away all the other alcohol. Just in case you were triggered or something.”

“I’m always triggered…” I admitted.

There was a pause. Ethan turned and lied on his back, resting an arm behind his head.

“You know you don’t always have to take care of me when I’m drunk,” he said after a while. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to stay.”

“It’s okay. I like taking care of you.”

“Well, I’ll try not to get so hammered next time. I’m never doing a drunk livestream ever again.”

#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #sweetheart writes #odlt extra #real talk that stream was an entertaining mess #and i fully understand why ethan took it down lmao #and i just wanted bellas take on that whole fiasco #and yes there was a t swift lyric in there #song: clean by taylor swift #also im trying to compile all my lil one shots onto one masterlist thingy #so that way theyre all together #like the pre soau belliplier ones #and the ylh extras and the lists of hcs #theyre kind of all over the place #so im tryna get that sorted #and um yeah #if theres anything yall want me to write abt bella and her boo let me know #SIDENOTE the 'yes miss' thing was a bedroom reference sksjdjsjzjsj #that may or may not be what he calls her when she's in control of the NastyNasty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)#ahem anyway

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sweetnestor · 7 years

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12 Days | Chapter 3.2

Two guys that lowkey hate each other are forced to walk in each other’s shoes in order to learn a lesson.

***in collaboration with @themarkiplierexperience

lmao soz its not actually x reader we’re just desperate for attention haaaa

“I don’t know how to explain it,” Tom said, “I just… I need to take a mental health break.”

He was in the living room in Ethan’s apartment, sat with Ethan’s boss, Mark. He was tall, muscular, and just as intimidating as the very first guy (who’s called Tyler, as it turns out) Tom saw when he entered this weird reality. They had been talking for some time now, and Tom managed to improvise a story regarding his, or Ethan’s, current state of mind. For some reason, he expected Mark to be angry when he said he couldn’t work for the time being. Tom still wasn't even sure what it was that Ethan did for Mark.

“Okay,” he replied. “Have you had any other panic attacks, or things like that, since the other day?”

“Uh. Yeah, some type of anxiety,” Tom replied, sounding stressed out. “Bella thinks I overworked myself, and I kind of agree with her. I think I need to slow things down for a little bit. I don’t… I don’t really feel like myself.” That's one way to put it.

Mark nodded. “Alright, that’s no problem. I have Kathryn and Amy helping out, anyway. Just worry about yourself. Is there anything else you wanna talk about? You know, as a friend, rather than an employee?”

Tom didn’t know how close Ethan was to this guy, so he just shook his head. He still had a lot of research to do. There was so much to find out about all of this, it was almost like auditioning for a movie role. Except the movie was Ethan's life, and the audition came in the form of being thrust into said life without any warning.

“So…” Mark trailed off. “Are you still doing videos for your channel? Or are you taking a break from that too?”

He hesitated. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Well, whatever you decide, I’ll gladly support you. We’re all here for you, man.” Mark stood up from the couch. “I gotta get going, but you’ll be okay til Bella comes back?”

Tom stood up as well, waving it off. “Yeah man, don’t worry. Thank you for hearing me out. I'll try my best to get myself together. I'll be back in the office before you know it.”

“Hey, don't worry about it. Don't rush into anything if you're not ready.”

Mark then went in for a friendly, reassuring hug. For someone who looked very manly and intimidating, he was very nice. You couldn't dislike him right off the bat. Then again, Mark was speaking to who he thought was his friend/employee. Nothing about this was normal.

After Tom was left alone again, he got back to research. He wasn't sure how long he would have to act as Ethan, but he had to play it off in the meantime. He went over and sat at the computer, which was hidden behind these massive acoustic panels in the bedroom. At that little area, Tom took note of the giant lights, the video camera, the two monitors, and all these other extra wires and cords. His mind was already an endless circle of questions, and this setup just added to it.

Shaking it off, he sat at the desk and began searching online. From there, he discovered that Ethan was in fact one of Mark's editors alongside Kathryn. Then, Tom had to search exactly what it was that Mark did (YouTube gaming personality, a recurring topic in this life.) Through that Wiki page, he found Bella, who used to date Mark. Tom then remembered catching a glimpse of Mark's current girlfriend, Amy, at the office. Blonde girl with a pleasantly soothing voice. Apparently, Mark left Bella for her last summer. Somehow they're all friends. He kept reading before going to find any videos.

“Okay,” Tom spoke to himself after a while. “Ethan works as Mark's video editor. Mark is dating Amy, who is friends with the other editor, Kathryn. Tyler is Mark's oldest friend out of the group, and he’s… his secretary? Bella was recently hired by Mark, who is her ex, and now she's dating Ethan. They all went on tour together last month, except for Bella. Why didn't she go?”

His phone started buzzing on the desk. Speak of the devil. He opened up the text message.

“I'm coming over and I'm bringing sushi for you!! Hope you're not too busy…” it read, with a wink face added at the end.

That made Tom’s stomach flip over. He couldn't say no! What would Bella think if her boyfriend was suddenly disinterested in her? After answering her text, Tom sent another message to Ethan, asking to call when he got the chance. He could only hope it would be soon. They both had things to go over if they were going to stay like this.

In the meantime, he tried not to feel like a creepy stalker as he searched through Bella’s social media. Tom debated going through Ethan's texts with her, but then decided that that would be a little too much. Whatever he needed to do in order to find out about Bella would have to be through her public persona.

By the time she had showed up to his apartment, all he knew was that she was a Latina makeup artist with a vulgar mouth. He closed the video he was watching on his phone when he heard the knock on the door and got up from the couch to answer.

He was pleasantly surprised to see her wearing a low cut shirt and a short black skirt. How was someone as attractive as her dating someone like Ethan? He was almost dumbstruck by her appearance, he didn't know what to say at first. At this point, Tom couldn't deny that Bella was really hot. But she wasn't his to claim. Sure, the view was nice, but where was this going to go?

“Hey you,” Bella greeted as she stepped inside. She placed her hand on his shoulder and quickly kissed him on the cheek. “How ya doing?”

“Good,” Tom replied, remembering his words. He followed her trail to the breakfast bar. “You look… you look nice.”

“Aw, thanks,” she replied as she sat on one of the stools.

Her skirt rose up a little bit as she shifted, and Tom barely caught a glimpse of the skimpy garter on her thigh. Okay, Ethan was a lucky guy. But Tom was not him; He had to get out of this somehow. Or did he?

“So… sushi?” he asked, gesturing to the plastic bag as he went to sit in the other stool. “Where'd you get it from?”

“Same place as always,” she replied, pulling two containers from the bag. “I think your sushi obsession is rubbing off on me, it's all I wanna eat now.”

He chuckled. “Good. It's all we'll ever need.”

Bella then started talking about the videos she planned to make during the week. She spoke of the packages that were sent to her in the mail, and how excited she was to try the new products. Tom just listened and pretended to know what she was on about as he ate. He was actually curious as to how Bella’s job worked, but she was speaking as if he already knew all of it.

“Oh my god! I also have to edit my interview with Tom Holland!” she exclaimed like she just remembered that piece of information.

Now things were getting interesting. Tom knew that Ethan wasn't his biggest fan, but this sparked his curiosity. He sat up, wanting to hear more. “Yeah?”

Bella twiddled her fork in her hand, a worried look on her face. “Ugh, I have to look at myself trying not to have anxiety attack. And then I have to put it out for everyone to see. Do you think he noticed I was freaking out?”

“Not at all,” Tom answered without hesitation. “You were very professional and well put together. If there was anything he'll remember about you, it's probably your hair.” All of that was true.

“Yeah, and the stupid questions I asked,” she glumly added.

“Hey, they weren't stupid!” he reassured. “They were so different to what I - he, probably gets. How many times has he told the story of how he found out he was Spider-Man? I can tell, he's probably tired of telling that tale!”

“I suppose.” Bella shrugged. Then she sighed. “Okay, whatever. I'll worry about that later. But I have to get that video up in the next couple of days. My mentions have not calmed down since I posted that selfie with him on Instagram. Anyway, sorry, I'll stop talking about him now.”

He raised an eyebrow. Were there times where Ethan told Bella to stop talking about certain things because he didn't like hearing about them? Given the way he acted over the phone, Tom wouldn't put it past him. But was this a normal occurrence between them? What did she even see in Ethan?

“Let's go to the couch,” she said after a while, getting to her feet and grabbing his hand.

“Oh, okay!” He let himself be practically yanked from his seat. His heart began pounding hard as Bella sat him down on the soft cushion.

Shit, this was happening. Before Tom could protest, Bella was straddling his lap and pressing her lips against his. For a second, he debated gently pushing her away but… she was a good kisser. She's hot as hell. Tom placed his hands on her waist, almost ready to let this happen, forgetting completely about the main situation at hand.

Then he heard a strange clicking noise. One glance down made reality hit Tom like ice water.

“What the fuck?!” he snapped in shock once he discovered that Bella was a holding a knife in her hand. “What are you doing?!”

He threw his arms up and tried to shift out of the position he was in. He almost wanted to push the girl away, but she was the one with a deadly weapon. What the hell kind of shit is she into? What kind of relationship was this? This couldn't be normal!

Bella quickly got back to her feet, a frantic look in her eyes. “I-I’m sorry, I thought you'd like it, I'm sorry…”

“Why the hell would I like that?” Tom harshly returned, still distraught. “What the fuck, what is wrong with you? Are you trying to kill me?”

She looked down, almost like she was curling into herself. She silently closed the switchblade and lifted her skirt to clip back to the garter. Then, she turned on her heel, making her way out of the apartment. He didn't try to stop her, until he remembered yet again that he wasn't himself. In Bella’s teary brown eyes, Ethan just yelled at her, and now she was upset.

“Bella-”

“Don't.”

And then the door slammed shut.

Tom sat there in silence, still trying to process what just happened. He didn't even want to think about what Bella would have done with that knife. Was that something people were into? Just when he thought this situation couldn't get any weirder.

Somehow, he managed to sleep through the night, despite the fact that the silence from Ethan was like an itch that couldn’t be satisfied. The longer the silence went on, the bigger opportunity there was for both of them to mess something up. Tom probably already crossed that line with Ethan’s girlfriend. He could only imagine what Ethan has been up to since he last spoke to him.

He checked his phone, only to discover a message from someone called Sean. There was a slight hesitation before Tom decided to open it. He noticed a head of bright green hair in the contact photo, and it definitely rang a bell. Had he interacted with this guy prior to the switch?

“You busy? You better not be because me and Signe are going to Bella’s and you better be there!!”

Shit. Who are these people? How many friends did this guy have?

Tom checked for any messages for the guy currently living in his shoes. Nothing. How long more would he be kept waiting?

“Dude, where are you? What have you been doing? Call me!”

After sending that, he sat up and looked around the room. It felt weird sleeping in the bed of a person he didn't know, but what choice did he have?

He got up and looked around for something to wear. Even when he wasn't in his own body, in his own home, Tom looked to the floor first. He picked up a black t-shirt and did a quick smell check before putting it on. Then he picked up a pair of jeans, which caused something small but dense to fall out of the pocket.

If it hadn't hit him on the top of his foot, Tom would have ignored it. But he looked down, finding a black, round stone. He bent down and picked it up, staring at it and trying to figure out why it looks so familiar. Surely this belonged to Ethan, but Tom had a stone just like this one. How many things would these guys have in common? Was this why they switched?

Suddenly, Tom gasped. He looked at the smooth, shiny stone in realization. He knew where he and Ethan got these from. Pantsless and panicked, he hopped back onto the bed, grabbed his phone, and dialed Ethan.

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You Look Happier | Chapter 15

university au, teamiplier + jack

platonic/romance/angst/smut

previous chapter

hey i actually have a song for this chapter: Clean by Taylor Swift

“I am… so glad to be apart of the team,” I said in a stiff voice, a fake smile plastered on my face. I was facing the camera, but not looking directly into it. “I am honored to be… to be - I can’t read the card,” I added in a soft voice.

This was my “introduction” video to go on Mark’s channel. I was sitting in front of the camera that Ethan was holding, and I had to pretend like I was forced to read cue cards. But there weren’t any, and I had to improvise.

“I-I’m honored that Mark asked me to join,” I continued in that stiff, staged voice. “And-”

“No, no, no,” spoke the devil himself. “You begged me to join.”

“Right. I asked like, twelve times and they finally let me in!” I smiled in a way that screamed for help. You could say I was acting. “And I am… excited for all of you to see what I can contribute.” Awkwardly, I gave a thumbs up, my smile looking less and less convincing.

Then, Mark came and sat next to me. “Okay, okay. Honestly, though, Bella is one of us now, and I asked her to join. We’ve got some good stuff coming in the future. Also, we’re stranded in Boston!” He went on another tangent that was completely extra before finishing the video.

It was true, though. After PAX, our flight back to LA had been cancelled due to the blizzard. I wasn’t sure what was worse, being forced to be away from my home or the impending doom of having to get back on a plane. While I was able to function somewhat properly after a crying fit, I found myself wearing thin. I know, what else is new? That feeling was probably going to stick for a while, but I guess it’s apart of recovery.

We stayed at Amy’s friend’s house for the time being. At the moment, it was uncertain how long we would be here in Boston. Three days, possibly. I tried not to let that get to me. These things happen. They happen to everyone… except Signe, who got on her flight back to Denmark just before the blizzard hit. Jack would have gone with her, but it was still the middle of the semester. He did mention that they would be okay while he was still at uni, though.

Speaking of YouTube University, I wasn’t sure what my future was with that school. I mean, I was going to be on the road in a few months, on tour. I was going to have a hand in creating the show. I was going with them. It was safe to say none of us were returning to YouTube University in the fall. It felt weird to have future plans.

Since we had nothing else to do, we made a movie trailer. Mark, being Mark, got naked and sat outside in the snow. After all this time, I still didn't know what went on in his head sometimes, but you had to admit he was dedicated. It was fun, though. I got to contribute ideas… and hold the camera for most of the shots.

I also decided to properly look through my social media later at night. We all had to sleep in the living room of the small house, and it was the first time I had a moment of silence. I was stuck between Ethan and Amy, but they were both asleep already.

The same stalker photo of Ethan and I holding hands had been reposted many times. Added to that were professional photos from his signing. I was caught in the background in several of the fan photos, along with the selfies I took with some of them. The various captions are what made me smile, though.

“I met Bella at the signing!! She was so nice and she's so cute with ethan!!”

“THEY'RE SO CUTE OH MY GOD”

“Amyplier whomst? I only know ethella!”

“My new parents”

“I hope Ethan and Bella know we love and support them a whole lot :’)”

It was like a breath of fresh air. I was tempted to post that stalker picture on Instagram with the blue and sparkly heart emojis, but it was probably too soon for that. I knew some of my followers came from Ethan's community, yet I wasn't expecting them to be nice and supportive. It was a different reaction from my last relationship, that's for damn sure.

I let out an audible sigh, glancing at Ethan, who had already fallen asleep. I was still experiencing insomnia from being so far from home, so I sat up and tried to find more ways to keep myself busy.

“Can't sleep?” asked a quiet, deep voice.

I turned, finding Mark sitting on the couch. Last time I saw him, he was lying down next to his girlfriend.

“I won't sleep until we get home,” I replied as I locked my phone and shoved it under my pillow.

He nodded. “I still can't believe you actually came here. You got on a plane.”

“Yeah, and I had to resort to drinking in order to do it,” I told him as I crawled up onto the couch and sat next to him.

“You still did it, though,” he said. “You didn't back out of it. You accomplished a lot this weekend. You should be proud.”

I shrugged. “I guess I can't disagree.”

A silence fell over us, but it was comfortable. I had been alone with Mark plenty of times in my life. I hadn’t been alone with him in a room in a very long time, despite the fact that we had been around each other a lot lately. Well, even now we weren't exactly alone, but we were the only ones awake. Any other time, I would have gone to extreme lengths to avoid seeing him at all. But given the last couple of months or so, I was finding it easier to coexist with him. Here we were, sitting in the dark, with the other five asleep soundly around us. We knew this moment was inevitable, and while it was awkward, it was kind of liberating. As always, I wasn’t the one to start the conversation.

“Are you happy with him?” he asked quietly.

Moment of truth. Everything was already out in the open. Everyone knew about my suicide attempt, everyone knew about Mark’s plan to leave me before Amy came along, and everyone knew about me and Ethan. All that was left to do was tie up the loose ends.

“Are you happy with her?” I asked in response. It was bold of me to say that, and Mark knew it too.

He cracked a smile. “I asked you first.”

“Honestly? Yes,” I answered. “Actually, I think… I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Mark smiled wider. “That’s really good to hear. I’ve wanted to hear that since… I don’t know how long. You deserve to be happy.”

I couldn’t believe I was still fond of him after all this time. My heart swelled up at his words, but I didn’t want to dwell on myself for too long. “So what about you?”

“I’m absolutely the happiest I’ve ever been,” he said. “Not just with Amy - and she does make me very happy - it’s everything I’m doing. I finally feel like I’m doing something good, I don’t even have the words for it.”

“Good.” I was smiling so wide, it was hard to hide it.

“Do you still hate Amy?” It sounded lighthearted, but I took it seriously.

“I never hated her. All the anger and resentment was directed at you, no offense. I mean, it was hard. I won’t lie, that was the most devastating breakup I’ve ever had. And, I think there’s always going to be a part of me that will see her as the girl you left me for. But, for the most part, I’m over it, and I’m glad you two are happy.”

Mark nodded, sitting back against the sofa. “Fair enough…” Then he sighed and brought his knees up to hug them. “I just… I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for leaving you like that, and for driving you to that point.”

I reached over and placed my hand over his. “Hey. You didn’t know I was going to do that. No one saw that coming. You did what you had to do in order to be happy. What I did, that’s all on me. And look at me, I’m still here and I’m happy, and I’m telling you to move on from that. There’s bigger things going on now. It’s okay.”

“Bella, if I had lost you…”

“But you didn’t. You can’t put the whole blame on yourself. It’s just something that happened. I had it coming, anyway. With or without you. But it's in the past now.”

He nodded. “I know. I’m glad you’re still here. I’m glad that we can still be friends.”

That brought another thought to mind. “I think… I believe that people come and go into our lives for a reason. I think we’re meant to be in each other’s lives, whether we’re lovers, exes, or friends. And if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have met Jack, and then I wouldn’t have found Ethan. I wouldn’t be here talking to you now, and realizing just how important you are to me. You've brought good things into my life.”

Mark was smiling, and he squeezed my hand.

“And I think you were meant to find Amy,” I continued. “Whether I was mentally stable or not, she was meant to come along. I know plenty of things have contributed to your happiness now, but I know she’s done way more for you than I ever could have.”

“That’s what I think about you and Ethan,” Mark told me. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this much. He's got you getting on planes and going to signings and panels… It's incredible.”

“I made those decisions, not him,” I reminded him.

“Right, of course,” Mark said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you… without anxiety, either.”

“Yeah… I think anxiety is always going to be apart of me. And… I think I’m trying to be okay with it. Like, a bunch of shit happened and the effects of all of that is my anxiety disorder. But I’m trying not to hate it as much, because I’m stuck with it for life.”

“So you might as well work with it,” he finished for me. “That’s good. You know I’ll be here to support you through all of that, right? Despite everything that’s happened between us, I still care about you so much.”

“I care about you too.”

“And you’re actually happy with Ethan?”

“Yes. I don’t even have the words for it.”

I looked over at the guy sleeping beside me. All of these emotions surged in my chest. Here I was, in good terms with my ex, and having a happy relationship with my new boyfriend. My anxiety was at an all time low, something I never thought I would feel. I had people I could call my family.

We heard Tyler groan in his sleep, mumbling something about keeping it down. Mark and I smiled at each other, and we knew there was nothing left to say.

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