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[dailydegurechaff]

Today's Daily Degurechaff is… BE COOL BE COOL

[thefanficmonster]

No Changing

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Doxing, Information leak, Unwanted Face-reveal, Invasion of privacy, Mild Mention of Insecurities, Swearing

Genre: Comfort Fluff, Mild Angst, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the unfortunate even of getting doxed, Y/N takes it upon themself to explain everything after taking some time off the internet. However, in that time off, they’ve received a ton of comfort and words of encouragement, enough to get them to come back and rise from the ‘ruins’ the hackers they’d put them in.

Requested by Anon. Hello dear! Thank you so much for your request I loved writing it! So sorry for the long time you’ve been waiting for your request to be turned into a fic but here it is now and I hope you come across it and read it. If so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

Life is a rollercoaster of surprises as many would say. Everyone experiences it differently. One day you might think you’ll marry the person you’re dating and the very next you might be despising that same person with every fiber of your being. You might be swimming in a pool of money in one moment and lose it all in a matter of minutes just like it was never yours.

In Y/N’s case, however, it’s got nothing to do with their love life or budget. For them it’s a violation of a right they were born with, it’s about the world getting a glimpse at a part of their life they didn’t want exposed. Their privacy has always been an important factor to be able to deal with fame. But now, it’s been stripped away from them. One moment they were happy and content, having just finished a Roblox stream with some friends before going to bed and woke up the next morning to find themself all over the trending page on Twitter, the biggest news everyone’s talking about on Instagram, people making videos about them on YouTube etc. Interestingly enough, in that moment, they felt nothing. The two possible reactions their mind could come up with clashed, leaving them speechless and numb at the sight of the number of notifications on their phone increasing.

On one hand, they always felt a hack or dox was inevitable for them and the rest of the faceless YouTubers and streamers alike. On the other, though, they felt so violated, as if involuntarily standing naked on a stage in front of thousands of people, telling their life story. Not a pretty image or a good situation to imagine being in, is it? Well then you can only take a wild guess about how they felt once the numbness faded away.

What would be your first instinct if you were given the freedom to escape the aforementioned scenario? Right, you’d run off the stage and put some clothes on. That, metaphorically, is exactly what Y/N did for the previous two and a half months. They cleaned their slate and went to a different state, leaving their life as an internet personality temporarily. They knew they couldn’t leave it forever. It was a vessel for them to express who they are, something they’ve never had before which is exactly why it means so much to them. That being said, let me put that into perspective for you as well. Imagine the one place you feel safe in, the only thing or person that gives you comfort and allows you to be you turning on you. The place turning in to hell, the person into Satan himself. Imagine it turning the tables on you and making you life through a nightmare all of a sudden.

Today is the day they’ve come to face the aftermath, hoping to turn on their phone and hop on social media just to see that the wind of events that happen daily has blown sand over their leaked information, burying it with other more interesting and/or controversial and scandalous stories.

Unfortunately, their hopes are crushed once they refresh their Twitter wall, scroll a few pictures down just to see their face in the thumbnail of a video with someone who appears to be the owner of the channel who posted it. The title suggests something like ‘The cruelty of their internet - doxed and belittled, the story of the faceless YouTuber and streamer Y/N Y/L/N’. 

Y/N instantly gets nauseous.

Not only is their face now on display, something they’d never even imagined happening due to their insecurities surrounding their appearance, but people are literally leeching for clout off of it. Their face, their personal information, their family’s information, everything. Their twenty four years of life seem to have been packaged in a perfect bomb that exploded on the internet with some malicious intent of a person they’re yet to unmask.

Despite the nausea and vertigo the posts have caused them so far, Y/N keeps scrolling with the intention of being desensitized, hoping to regain that numbness they experienced the moment they found out.

However, they suddenly come across a tweet that strikes them for a whole different reason.

It’s a tweet from their longtime crush and an even longer-time friend Corpse. It’s been pumped up to trending thanks to all the retweets, likes and comment from his and Y/N’s fans alike but also their friends: Rae, Sykkuno, Toast, Felix, Jack, Charlie etc.

It reads: “You people are really out here promoting instead of shutting down the wrong-doing of a malicious individual who obviously doesn’t have a life of their own and spend their time putting down people who’ve made a name for themselves with their effort, time spent and work. If Y/N sees this - Hi Y/N/N, I as well as the rest of our gang misses you deeply and we hope you’re doing well. Take your time to recover and come back stronger. No matter what, don’t this bring you down or change you in any negative way. Love you XXXX.”

You know what, Y/N thinks to themself as they reread the tweet and the comments left under it, He couldn’t be more right.

Without a second thought, they open their Instagram app and start a live, their camera facing the wall in front of them. They remain silent for a few minutes as they wait for viewers to accumulate which doesn’t take long considering the abnormality of such an occurrence. Y/N’s never been one to do lives on any of their socials apart from YouTube or Twitch so one can only guess the shock this is for their fans who rushed to join the stream. Apart from their devoted fans and the solely curious ones who want nothing more than the ‘tea’ of the scandal, quick to show up are their friends as well, led by Rae after who come the rest.

“Hello everyone!“ Y/N’s voice carries none of the dread they’ve experienced as a result of the dox, nor do they let show any bitterness. They’re the same sweetheart everyone knows and loves. “I’ve missed you all so much and I’ve certainly missed providing content for you guys but don’t ya worry, I’ll be getting back on that saddle real soon, so keep an eye out.“ They stick their hand out in front of the camera, giving the viewers a thumbs up, “Speaking of my content, nothing will change about it. If you were expecting my face to become a regular thing to see on my streams, sorry to burst your bubble.“ They chuckle, “Just because someone picked me as a lab rat to exercise their doxing hobby on, doesn’t mean I’ll be changing my style or brand.“ Y/N smiles to themself, finally feeling freed from the weight of the mess they were thrown in. Nothing can shake their ground unless they allow it and that realization right there is what powers them up like a high voltage current. Makes them their own superhero. “There’s no changing who I am. This wasn’t very clear to me these last two months, but it was brought to my attention my Corpse who, as always, knew exactly how to hit me in the feels, wake me up and bring me back to myself. I can tell you’re watching this Corpse and I just wanna say I can’t thank you enough. Love you to the moon and back, babe.“ They pause, gritting their teeth slightly at the thought that Corpse doesn’t really know the depth that ‘I love you‘ of theirs goes to, but they brush it off, focusing on the matter at hand.

“And to that jerk or that group of jerks who thought this would be funny, I have a short message for you: Nice fucking try, but you fucking failed. Yeah you did get all about me, even stuff I didn’t know about, out on the internet at everyone’s disposal, but guess what - that’s not gonna get you anywhere, nor is it gonna plummet me. But even if it does, the followers, views and likes always vary, one thing’s constant - me. There’s not changing me, mother fucker!“

Well, maybe one day you’ll get that confidence to maybe tell a certain someone how you feel...?

The voice, while completely right, is quickly shushed.

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[sadlysoulx]

HAIKYUU CHARACTERS THINKING YOU'RE BREAKING UP WITH THEM

(part 3 w/ Kita and Suna)

Part 1 | Part 2

⚠️ Warning⚠️: Angst

Holy shit. Did I just left a request for almost a month and a half. GOMEENNNN IM SO SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED IT. I forgot about it since I deleted Tumblr because y'know ✨storage✨ and because school is almost ending here and that means more school work. Im so so so so sorry, i hope finally posting the request can make it up to u. . .😔

Kita

He swung open the door, frowning. He isn't tired.

No.

He is exhausted.

The momment he went in your shared apartment, he was met by your crushing hug. Kita sighed, and slightly pushed you off.

"Hi. . ." You breathed out. "How was your day?"

Kita wanted to sarcastically say that it was the best, but he doesn't but to ruin your mood just because he had a very bad day.

"It's fine. . ." He simply said.

You laughed.

"How about let's go watch a movie?" You smiled, as you followed him into the bedroom. "I found a  good one, it's called Ocean's 8!"

You watched as Kita slipped into his pajamas, not really noticing a deep frown on his face.

"It's about a heist, I know you like those," you carefully set the CD on to the player and turned on the TV, smiling when the movie started playing.

You strutted back to the bed and your eyes landed on Kita, who was already laying down on his side of the bed, back turned to you.

"Hey!" You nudged him playfully. "C'mon let's wat—"

"Cut it off!" Kita frowned.

Your smile dropped immediately.

"Stop it okay? God your so fucking annoying," he sighed. "You know sometimes I wish I didn't asked you out. I'll waiting for you to break up with me, I have no problem with that,"

Your eyes teared up. A heavy feeling settled at the bottom of your stomach. The way he didn't stutter and the way he sounds genuine only made it painful.

But he didn't really mean it.

Right?

"I'm sorry," you got off the bed and took out the CD from the player, trying to hide you shaky voice. "I won't bother you anymore,"

He really wished he didn't say that.

But it was too late.

He woke up to you packing your things. Surprised and confused, he slowly got up, waking to you.

"Love, what are you doing?" You froze for a second before continuing to pack your things faster. "Love?"

You went out the bedroom, leaving Kita confused. Memories came flooding back in his head. Slowly but painfully, panic settled him.

You came back in the bedroom to pack up your other things.

"Love," Kita took the bag out of your hands, eyeing the half-empty closet of yours nervously. "Stop,"

"Kita!" You tried to grab the bag back but in your disappointment, he raised it up, out of your reach.

"You used to call me 'Love'," he smiled sadly, his eyes starting to water. "What happened to that?"

You stopped your attempt to get the bag back and stared at him, your own eyes starting to water. He dropped the back and his arms fell in his sides limply.

"You know I didn't mean what I said yesterday right?" He tried so hard to not to cry and tried so hard to keep his composture.

"So tell me. . ."

He let his tears fall.

"Why are you leaving me?" He sobbed out. "Y-you— We promised we won't let each other go!" he screamed, tears falling down continuously, not stopping. "What happened to that?!"

You sobbed and looked at the side, not having the courage to look at him at the eye.

"Don't leave me!" He begged and fell on his knees, head hanging low.

You slowly kneeled down and took his head on your hands, crying because you hated seeing him like this.

"I won't," you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I won't, love,"

He sobbed and hugged you, crying onto the crook of your neck.

"Don't do that ever again," he cried, body shaking furiously.

You closed you eyes, smiling as you try to stop your tears.

"I would never,"

"I love you," he sobbed.

More tears fell.

"I love you more," you whispered, hugging him tighter.

Suna

Waking up from your sleep, you turned to the side, trying to feel for the familiar warmth. You opened your eyes, and saw that Suna wasn't actually there.

Again.

Squinting in the dark, you felt for your phone. Pressing the contact, your fingers flew over the letters of the keyboard.

'Where are you?' You sent.

There was no reply.

After 20 minutes of laying back on the bed, your phone lit up again, flashing a notification from your boyfriend.

'I'm coming home,' he replied, yet he didn't answer your question.

After a couple of minutes waiting, the door opened, revealing Suna who looked very tired.

"Where were you?" You asked.

He didn't answer and went in the bathroom. Sighing, you lay down on your bed, scrolling on your phone. Your mind wandered off.

Where would he even go at this late times like this?

A dreadful thought, made your stomach drop.

He isn't cheating, is he?

You shook your head, he wouldn't do that. He would never will because you trust him.

Suna came out of the bathroom, hair wet and droplets falling on the floor.

"You didn't answer my question," you pointed out, back turned to him.

Suna groaned out and lay down on his side if bed, back also turned to you. "Chill, I had a volleyball practice with the twins,"

"At this late time?" You scoffed.

"What do you want me to say?" Suna frowned and turned off the night lamp. "That I'm cheating on you?" There was a rustle as he lay down on the bed. "Y/N, please stop, okay?"

"I never pointed out that you are cheating on me," you said, anger starting to take over you. "You're the one who mentioned it,"

You stayed silent.

"You're probably giving me a hint that you actually are,"

Suna laughed, it wasn't the usual one that he lets out that when you say a cheesy joke, but it sounds like a stressed one, not a genuine laugh.

"See?" He said. "You're suspicious of me. Stop thinking that I'm cheating on you or else I'll actually will,"

"Unless I break up with you before you even can," you spat, you tried to hide your tears but let it out because you realized he won't see you in the dark.

There was a few momments if silence. Not a comfortable one nor the awkward ones but the heart breaking ones because none of you are brave enough to speak out your feelings.

"You're gonna leave me?"

You tried to stay still to pretend you were sleeping, but it didn't work because you were already shaking from holding your sobs.

"Please don't," he softly said, there was a waver in his voice, and you know, you just know he was already crying.

"I love you, you know that," he said, he turned around a hugged you from your behind, spooning you. "So I'm begging you. . ."

"Don't leave me," he whispered, sobbing afterwards. Suna wasn't the type to cry infront of others and the type to try not to cry infront of you. You turned around, kissing his forehead and wiping his tears.

"You don't need to tell me that," you smiled, tears still falling as you pressing your cheek on his chest. "I won't do that anyways,"

"I love you," he croaked out.

"Shut up, I love you more,"

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[teddy06writes]

Fully Functioning Tricycle

Sapnap x reader x Karl

requested: no (;-; no one has requested anything, pls request things guys requests are open) 

Trigger warnings: slight swearing, 

“blep” talking

“blep” flashback

‘blep’ video or text

premise: since you’d been absorbed into Karl and Nicks relationship, you guys had kept it under wraps, until... you accidently said something on a stream with Quackity, when you start getting hate about it Karl and Nick decide to do something about it

(y/n/n)- your nick name

(y/s/n) your screen name

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No one was quite too sure when it started, Karl would say once you moved in with them, and Sapnap argued that it started even before that, that you had just naturally been absorbed into their relationship. 

Now ‘the frat house’ as the house you all rented had been dubbed by your friends on the Dream Smp, consisted of one relationship, and not just a group of pinning idiots. 

You sighed, looking down at all the messages flooding your phone, it hadn’t even been a whole day since you let it slip, and still so many people knew, so many people were giving you hate online. 

Everyone knew, except your boyfriends. 

Somehow despite letting your involvement in there relationship out, and thousands of people were tweeting about it, they still hadn’t realized. 

You had to hand it to them, for two pretty smart guys, Karl and Nick could be pretty oblivious. 

“(y/n/n)?” 

Karl’s call knocked you out of your thoughts and back to reality, so, you pushed away from your desk, “Yeah?”

He stuck his head in the door, “You almost done? Nicky’s about to finish his stream, and I would like cuddles.” 

“uhhhh,” you glanced at your monitor, the assignment for one of your classes still open, “Soon, baby, I’m almost done.” 

“M, kay.”

You pulled you chair back in as Karl wandered out, doing your best to refocus on the assignment, and not back onto the top notification, ‘I can’t believe (y/s/n) managed to convince themself they were good enough for Sapnap and Karl’ 

You sighed, you didn’t want to keep looking through them, but- what if someone said something worse? 

It was a rabbit hole, every mention, every hashtag, every dm dragged you further in. 

~~

“Do you think (y/n)s being weird?” Karl asked quietly. 

Nick looked up at him confused, “Weird how?” 

“I don’t know, something just seems off, you know?” 

Nick frowned as he looked back down at twitter, confused by what he was seeing, he held his phone out for Karl to see, “You think this has something to do with it?” 

~~

After a little while, and maybe a few tears, you managed to tear yourself away from your phone long enough to finish the work you had left, continuing to shove your phone away whenever a new notification came up.

You finished up the last of your assignment, quietly sending it off to your professor, and shutting down your computer, you shuffled off toward your unused bed, flopping down face first. 

“(Y/n/n)!” Nick half sang, laying down next to you, “I was told to retrieve you for cuddles.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement, shifting closer to him as he wrapped an arm around you. 

“You alright love?” 

“‘m tired.” You mumbled, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. 

“Why don’t you come cuddle then? Karl’s lookin for a movie right now.” 

Slowly you pulled yourself to stand with a sigh, “Alright.” 

You shuffled out of the room, Nick only pausing to grab your phone, glaring down at a notification that read, ‘imagine thinking living in the same house is enough to warrant becoming a homewrecker.’ 

He quickly followed you into the other bedroom, smiling upon seeing how Karl’s face lit up upon seeing both his partners. 

“(y/n/n)! Nicky!” He exclaimed, Holding up his arms, “Cuddles!” 

You smiled at that, climbing into bed next to him, burying your head in his chest as Nick came to lay on your other side, wrapping an arm around both of you and pressing a light kiss to the back of your neck. 

“(Y/n).” 

It was the tone Nick used that got your worried, “Yeah?” 

“Why didn’t you tell us what was going on with the fans on twitter, Darlin?” Karl asked softly. 

Nick sighed, “I know we said we were keeping this on the down low, and it doesn’t really matter that it’s out there, but why didn’t you tell us?” 

You bit your lip to stop it from quivering, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve said anything. I didn’t mean to mess this up. We- We said we were going to announce it soon right?” 

“Hey, hey,” Nick sat up a little, using the hand that wasn’t already holding Karl’s to rub small circles into your shoulder, “It’s alright love. It doesn’t matter that it’s out there, we just wanna know why you didn’t tell us about the toxic people?” 

“It’s nothing.” You muttered. 

“No it isn’t,” Karl said, “Darlin what happened?” 

~~

“The Frat house?” 

You had been streaming with Quackity, running around on the smp. 

“Yeah, that’s what we call it!” You laughed. 

Quackity snorted, “The Frat House? Why?” 

“Have you met Karl and Sapnap? They are literally frat boys that aren’t in a frat!” 

“Nah, it’s still weird. Like, why? What the fuck?” 

You chuckled, “Interestingly it did actually used to be a frat house.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?” He laughed. 

“Yeah, that’s why there’s like four different bedrooms, plus a weird party basement.” 

You both laughed, and went back to trying to mess with Fundy’s build without him noticing. 

“What’s it like living with Sapnap? Is he actually that much of a Chad?” 

“Oh yeah. It’s- it’s fucking chaotic here, obviously. I swear we do enough grocery shopping for like, three times the people than what live here, and every room except mine is a mess.” 

“Oof, Imagine living with chadnap full time chat?” Quackity laughed. 

A text to speech donation asked, “What’s it like being the third wheel too frat boys Karl and Quackity?” 

In spite of yourself you snorted, “Someone asked what it’s like being the third wheel.”

He laughed, “Oh yes, the viewers want to know, give us the scoop!” 

“Well.... I guess I’m not a third wheel in that sense, We’re pretty much a fully functioning tricycle now.”  You clamped a hand over your mouth, realizing what you’d said. 

~~ 

Karl laughed once you finished explaining, and you slapped him lightly, “It’s not funny.” 

“Yes it is!” He giggled. 

“No!” You half wailed, “I fucked everything up!” 

Nick barley held back a chuckle, “It is a little funny.” 

You sighed, screwing your eyes shut and snuggling into them, “I didn’t wanna mess anythin up, but I did an’ now your making fun of me.”

Nick kissed the back of your neck again, “We aren’t making fun of you.” 

“We just think it’s funny the way you said it,” Karl reassured, “What isn’t funny is the people harassing you.” 

“Why didn’t you tell us it was going on?” 

“It doesn’t matter,” You insisted, “It’ll all blow over eventually.” 

~~

Sapnap 

@sapnapalt

GUYS PLEASE WATCH THIS VID IT”S IMPORTANT!!

The video:

*Karl and Nick are half sat up in bed looking at the camera*

Nick: ‘guys as much as we were thinking weren’t going to have to say this, it really needs to be said.’ 

Karl: ‘When we came forward with our relationship you guys were all super caring and considerate, there was actually very little hate going around, surprisingly, and what are a few random homophobes on the internet gonna do?’ 

Nick: ‘We really appreciate how kind you all were to us, so please’ 

*the camera shifts down to show you, asleep on Karl’s chest and wrapped in Nick’s hoodie* 

Nick: ‘stop bothering our partner.’ 

Karl: ‘please, it- everything has gone to far since they first said it and it isn’t okay. Yeah, we were keeping this a secret but thats because we were planning on a funny reveal, Just because this came out sooner than we planned doesn’t mean you get to bother (y/n) about it! I want all the hate your sending to them to stop!’ 

Nick: ‘It’s honestly fucking disgusting, how far you guys are taking this! The fact that they can hardly pick up there phone without getting more of this bull shit is not okay!’ 

*karl smiles at him softly* : ‘we just want (y/n) to be happy and comfortable in this relationship and you guys aren’t exactly helping. Please Please please stop sending them hate and so yeah, it’s official, we really are a fully functioning tricycle.’ 

Nick: ‘so stop sending our partner hate!’ 

~~ 

You didn’t actually see the video until later, having all but thrown your phone away once you woke up the next morning, but when you did you couldn’t help but quickly tackle Karl, who happened to also be in the kitchen, in a hug. 

“Thank you.” 

He smiled into your shoulder, hugging you back just as tightly, “It was mostly Nicks idea.” 

As if on cue Nick hugged you both from the side, “We couldn’t just leave it be love.” 

Still grinning madly, you kissed them both, “I love you guys. So, so much.” 

[undyingskies]

Just Fine

Request: yes; “hii, could you maybe write an owen imagine where fans take pictures of his gf kissing a guy on the street so there is rumors and of course owen's pissed, but she was actually filming a scene so everything was fake please”

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy, I have a decent amount of requests I am working through! As well as a two part fic for Owen, they are going to take some time so if you requested please be patient with me! I promise I am working on them!

Warning: None

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Your show, Charmed, season 3 was renewed at the same time as season 2 of Julie and The Phantoms. Which means you and your boyfriend Owen were both incredibly busy filming in two different time zones. You guys tried your best to talk when you were free and keep each other updated with what was going on in your shows, but it got more difficult as time went on.

You loved your boyfriend and you missed him but between your two schedules you felt like you were putting more effort in talking to him than he was you. You guys actually haven’t talked in a few days and you were the last one to text and call him.

You get he was busy, you were too, but it still felt like he wasn’t putting even a little effort into trying to talk to you.

So here you are today, reading lines sitting in your makeup chair getting ready for today’s scenes. This season they introduced a new character to play your love interest and today was the big scene between the two of you.

You were nervous, really nervous. Charmed was your first ever show that you booked and so far you’ve had no love interest so you didn’t have scenes like the one today. You were a professional and you knew you could do it but still you were nervous. It would be nice to tell your boyfriend about it, Owen is usually really good at calming your nerves but he just seems to be ignoring you.

“Y/N it’s your time to shine, let’s go!” You hear Tami your director yell.

You sigh at her words, stand up and shake your hands at your side; before you walk onto the street for your scene.

You think to yourself, you’ve got this, it’s only one scene. You’ve done plenty of other scenes in the past that have made you nervous before so it’s okay. It’s just why did this one feel different?

“Alright, you guys ready?” You hear Tami yell again.

Both you and Jake, your love interest, nod yes and get in your places.

“Okay, awesome. We’re gonna take it from the spot where you guys are talking about how you feel and you’re walking to Lily’s apartment” Tami tells the two of you.

She walks back to the camera and sits in her chair. Everyone on set quiets down as the lights flash, and you see her hands counting down from three to one.

Then one hits, that’s your cue.

“You know Steven, you really didn’t have to walk me back to my apartment.” You tell him and turn to smile at him, placing a hand on his arm.

“I know Lily, you can totally handle yourself but it was an excuse to spend more time with you.” He tells you.

You respond with a smile. The two of your characters walking through the street making small talk with one another.

Until the two of you reach the destination of where your two characters were going. This is when it’s gonna happen, just take a deep breath and it’ll be okay.

You stop and turn to look at Jake, who’s character is Steven. You grab one of his hands and say,

“Well thanks again Steven, I appreciate it. I liked having the extra time with you too.”

He smiles back at you and takes a step towards you. He places a hand on your cheek and you lean into it slightly.

“Me too.” He whispers out. You both just look at each other smiling and that’s when he leans in. The two of yours lips meeting for a kiss.

You two stay standing with your lips interlocked for a few more seconds until you hear Tami yell, “Cut.” At her words the two of you step apart.

“That was great the two of you really, perfect! Could have not gone better!” She tells the both of you. You send her a small smile.

You think to yourself that really wasn’t that bad, your nerves no longer getting the best of you. You grab your things and make your way to your trailer; it was a long morning and a nap wouldn’t hurt.

Upon making it to your trailer, you fling yourself  onto the bed you have in there. Almost immediately falling asleep, face first in your pillows, letting slumber take over you.

You have no idea how long you had been asleep for but the constant buzzing of your phone on your bed besides you wakes you up.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eye, you reach over to grab your phone. You squint at the sudden bright light from your phone reading the few messages you have. One catches your attention first. It’s from Owen, it reads.

“You should really check twitter. Thanks.”

You think to yourself that’s a lot of periods and does not seem good. You can’t help but panic a little that’s not a normal text from Owen, especially after not talking for a few days.

You close the message app and quickly open the twitter app. It doesn’t take long in your scrolling for you to stumble upon what seems to have upset your boyfriend.

It was pictures of you and Jake kissing in front of the building. The photos don’t show the cast or crew filming the scene, it really is just the two of you. Your heart picks up at the sight of the photo, it doesn’t look good. How did someone get this photo and how did it blow up so fast? You think to yourself, right now that doesn’t matter though. Owen is what matters.

You quickly call Owen wanting to explain to him the reality behind it. Your phone rings twice then it gets sent to voicemail. You scrunch your eyebrows and call him again, voicemail again. You call again and again, and then finally you get an answer.

“What do you want Y/N?” You hear Owen snap at you.

“I wanted to call you to explain what that photo was as I can only assume that’s why you’re so upset.” You tell him, trying to stay as calm as possible.

“Oh what you could only assume is what I’m upset by?? I actually loved seeing photos of MY girlfriend kissing another guy. It was actually really great getting to see that and hear about it from Charlie.” Owen snaps again.

“You don’t have to be so rude about it Owen, it’s not what it looks like. That’s Jake, not some random guy! It was for-“ He cuts you off.

“Oh great to know it wasn’t some random guy. You know what I really don’t feel like talking to you right now. I’ve got to go.” He says quickly trying to get you off the phone fast.

“You better stop that Joyner and listen to me for one second.” The tone of your voice making him stop his movements to end the call. He doesn’t say anything so you take that as your cue.

“First of all that’s Jake, my co-star, and that was a scene for our show. He is playing my character’s love interest actually.” Your frustration building as you take to him. “And you would know that if you took any time to actually talk to me instead of ignoring me for days on end. You don’t put any effort into this like I do, I know what’s going on in your scenes. I bet you could not tell me one thing that’s going on in mine!”

Your met with silence.

“Ya that’s what I thought Owen, so you know what goodbye, have fun learning about my show through the internet.” You tell him before you hang up, not letting him get another word in.

Tears slip from your eyes as you gather your things to go home. You checked the time and it was 6 PM. Your nap was a lot longer than you thought but you could go home now, they told you if they didn’t get you by 5, they wouldn’t need you for the rest of the day.

Tears continue to cloud your vision as you drive through the streets of LA to your apartment. You have music playing quietly during your drive hoping it would help calm you down but the tears still fall.

You feel bad, guilty even. If you were in Owen’s shoes and saw photos like that on the internet with no context you would be just as mad and hurt by it. You shouldn’t have reacted that way, you should have stayed calm but he didn’t give you the time to explain. Your hurt from not talking to him for days and feeling like he was ignoring you just built up and took over.

Once you reach your apartment you quickly shuffle into the building and into your unit. You didn’t want to be far from your bed much longer, the comfort of it calling you. You quickly strip from your clothes and into you pajamas, which was just underwear and one of Owen’s shirts.

You crawl into bed and check your phone one last time, nothing. No notifications, absolutely nothing. You lock it and put it on its charger. You settle into your pillows and pull the sheets over you, covering half of your face, letting sleep take over you and a few more tears slipping from your eyes.

You don’t know how long you were asleep for but a loud banging woke up you, déjà vu. The pounds don’t stop as you turn over and check the time on your phone. It read 6:02 AM. A lot earlier than you would have liked to be woken up.

You stretch and pull your shirt down to cover your thighs. You let your feet lead you to the door where the banging continued. You open the door not even thinking twice, getting ready to yell at whoever decided it was a good time to wake you up this early.

You stop dead in your tracks, the words lost in your throat, your mouth just hanging open slightly. Your face to face with Owen.

He doesn’t say a word, he just pushes past you to get into your apartment. Your left standing at your door alone, still shocked and confused.

“You know it’s probably a good idea to close the door Y/N, especially with the whole no pants thing going on.” Owen says facing you.

You blush slightly at his words, closing the door and tugging the shirt down hoping it would cover more of your skin. It’s not like it’s nothing he’s seen before but his gaze on you right now, left you feeling vulnerable.

“What are you doing here O?” You ask him, walking into the living room and going to sit on your couch. Owen follows your lead.

It’s so quiet, and the atmosphere around the two of you is awkward. It was never like this between you and Owen, neither of you liked it very much.

Owen sits next to you, leaving space between the two of you so he could turn to face you, putting one of his legs on the couch.

“Soooo...” You trail off hoping to start some type of conversation, anything was better than the silence.

“I didn’t like the way we left off on that conversation, both of us obviously hurt and it didn’t feel like something that should have been fixed over the phone.” He tells you, one of his hands grabbing onto yours. “I jumped on the first plane after that phone call, I needed to see you.”

“I-okay...” You say, taking your hand from his to rub your eyes and yawning. The mix of exhaustion and confusion not helping you put together words. You place your hand on his again.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I should have given you a chance to explain or even say something before I got so frustrated. I should have let you talk before trying to hang up on you immediately. I just, it was really hard seeing those photos and knowing nothing.” He tells you, leaning forward a little more. He’s able to catch your gaze.

“No I know, I’m sorry too O. I know I overreacted a bit just yelling and hanging up on you. It was just you called and yelled without giving me a chance to really speak, and that was the first time we’ve spoken in days. I let my own frustration get to me.” You tell him.

“If it was the other way around, I would reacted similarly too. I don’t even want to think how I would feel seeing a photo of you kissing a girl with no context.”

Owen lets go of your hand to push some hair out of your face. He lets his hand cup your cheek after.

“I think we both were upset and instead of talking it out we just took it out on each other instead.” You nod your head agreeing with him.

“You know I’ve missed you love, it’s not easy being so far away.”

“I know Owen, that’s why I was so upset. I feel like whenever I have the chance I’m facetiming you or texting you just to give us some time to be together in some way, but it never felt reciprocated. I know you’re busy, you know out of anyone, I understand that. But baby, I stopped trying and we didn’t talk for 4 days before yesterday.” You’re able to get all of that out without tears falling and you feel proud of yourself.

Owen’s looking at you as you tell him those things. He sees you gulping a little harder and the glaze over your eyes, he knows you’re trying not to cry. He still has his hand cupping your cheek.

“I know Y/N, I want you to know how sorry I am about that. We’re both busy but it’s not okay that I but you on the back burner just because I know you understand. It just work has gotten extra busy it feels like lately and then I’m exhausted, I know that’s not a good excuse but it was never my intention to make you feel not important or like I don’t care about what you have going on.” The tears finally slip from your eyes. His fingers brushing them away as they fall.

He pulls you closer and into his chest to hold you. It breaks his heart seeing you like this and knowing it was because of him.

“I get it O; I miss you so much and sometimes it gets super hard. All I wanted to do was tell you about what was happening in my scenes this week, especially because I was so nervous to do it.”

“I miss you too and completely understand that. You know how much I love to hear about what you’ve got going on in your scenes, especially this week’s scene I would have liked to know that one.” He tells you with a small laugh as his hands rub your back. You lean back a little and leave a small slap on his chest, a small chuckle leaving you as well.

“Trust me I would have liked you knowing what was going on too. I would have liked that a lot more than you finding out over the internet.” You tell him.

“It did get you here though, so maybe it wasn’t so bad.” You offer him with a laugh, him reciprocating.

“Oh whatever Y/L/N.” He says before leaning in to give you a kiss. Your lips meeting his, you melt into the kiss. Oh how you’ve missed your boyfriend and the feeling of his lips on yours.

You smile as the two of you break apart.

“We good now?” He asks you.

“Yes, we’re good now.” You tell him with a smile.

“Also I promise no more ignoring and I will put more effort in. I wanna know what you’ve got going on, that way I can pretend I’m here with you and the distance doesn’t seem so bad.”

You lean into his chest at his words, his arms wrapping around you and squeezes your hips.

“As long as we’re both in this together O, it’ll all be just fine.”

His lips meet yours for another sweet kiss. You lay happily in each other’s arms for the next few hours until you had to go to set. You leave for set Owen in tow, hand in yours, as you update him on everything you’ve got going on and answering all his questions. Both of you happier than ever.

[storiesforallfandoms]

he’ll never see this ~ noen eubanks

word count: 1994

request?: yes!

“Hi can you do one imagine of Noen Eubanks, like, the reader is a tik toker or influencer something like that and they have a crush on each other,and they Fans are Shipping them.

Thanksss💖🖤💖🖤💖”

description: in which she admits her feelings for a fellow creator during a stream thinking he’ll never see it

pairing: noen eubanks x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The sound of a new donation message coming in pulled you away from your game for a split second. The automated voice read the message out to you: “are there any influencers that you are totally crushing on right now?”

You chuckle to yourself as you turn back to your game. “You guys really wanna start something, huh? You realize this will be trending within an hour if I say anything.”

You glanced over at your chat to see they were begging you to tell them who your influencer crush was. You had mentioned a few times that there was a fellow influencer that you had a crush on, but you refused to admit who it was (for obvious reasons). Your viewers, however, were determined to find out who this mystery man you liked was.

“We promise we’ll keep it a secret,” you read, managing to catch one message before it disappeared into the void of never ending messages. “I don’t believe you guys at all.”

You laughed as you watched the chat blow up again. You finally paused your game and made your face cam bigger for the audience. “Okay, you know what? Fuck it, there’s no way he’ll ever see this and I’m not big enough of a content creator to have articles written about me. My influencer crush is Noen Eubanks. If you don’t know who he is, look him up on TikTok and you’ll totally understand why I have such a crush on him.”

Your chat went absolutely wild at this. You went back to playing your game, smiling to yourself as you did so. It felt nice to get that off of your chest, and you knew you were about to get a kick out of your fan’s reactions to this.

Like you said, you had no fear of Noen actually finding out what you said. You had a bit of a following, but it was nothing too big. Just enough that you could be classified as “Internet famous”, but not enough that admitting you had a crush on someone else who had a much bigger following than you would be a big deal.

Or so you thought.

After your stream, you decided to go right to bed. You were feeling tired and had to get up early to edit the video you were planning on uploading. You weren’t awake to witness the internet absolutely explode over your comment, but lucky for you it was still happening when you woke up the next morning.

When you checked your phone for the first time that day, you noticed that your notifications had blown up over night. You figured it was just your fans teasing you over your crush on Noen, which it partly was, but you noticed that it was also YouTube news Twitter accounts and internet tabloid accounts tagging you in their articles about your crush on Noen.

“Oh no,” you said, your eyes widening as you read through article after article, tweet after tweet.

Before you knew it, you had spent nearly two hours sat on the floor, reading through everything that mentioned both you and Noen. All the articles were the same: an brief introduction to you and your small Twitch/YouTube following, talking about you admitting to having a crush on Noen the night before, and asking whether the reading audience believed that you and Noen would make a good couple or not.

The reactions from fans were as entertaining as you figured - with many of your fans trying to come up with ship names for you and Noen and tagging him in clips from your stream - but then there were the less than entertaining reactions. Many people, whether they were Noen’s fans or just people who wanted to hate on you you weren’t sure, were saying you had mentioned Noen’s name just for clout, or that your “crush” was nothing more than an infatuation over his looks.

It wasn’t until your phone rang that you were finally pulled out of your trance and back to the real world. Your friend’s name lit up on your screen, and it took you a moment to collect yourself before you answered.

“(Y/N), have you been online yet today?” she asked.

You sighed and nodded, then remembered she couldn’t actually see you. “Yeah, I’ve been scrolling for the past two hours on Twitter.”

“You haven’t checked your Twitch page, or YouTube account yet?”

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “No? Should I?”

“You definitely should.”

You put her on speaker and switched to your Twitch app. You were shocked to see that you had skyrocketed in subs overnight, same with your YouTube page. You had gained a solid ten thousand subscribers on both platforms, and it was still rising by the second.

“So this situation has gained me more subscribers, who cares? That’s not why I talked about Noen on stream,” you said.

“Oh no, honey. It isn’t just the situation that has given you new subscribers. Go check Noen’s Twitter.”

You knew what she was implying, but you had to see it for your own eyes. You immediately opened the Twitter app again and typed in Noen’s name. You were brought to his Twitter page, where his most recent tweet was a link to the clip from your stream along with a caption that read, “When your internet crush calls you *their* internet crush”.

You covered your mouth in shock. You were sure you were about to start screaming, but you were so speechless that you couldn’t force any sounds from your mouth.

“I’m assuming by the silence that you’ve seen it,” your friend said after a prolonged moment of silence.

“D-Did he just c-call me his...?” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

“He did,” your friend confirmed. “And both of your fans are going wild. They’ve already come up with a ship name for you, which isn’t the most clever name but I admire their spirit.”

You could barley hear what your friend was saying. You were still staring at the tweet in disbelief. Your mind could barley comprehend anything else besides the fact that your online crush thought the same as you. You were trying to tell yourself not to get too worked up, as it was most likely that nothing was going to come from this besides some gossip for a week or more, but your heart was still racing with excitement.

You gasped as a notification popped up on the top of your screen: “@/eubanks_noen is requesting to message you”.

“He’s trying to DM me,” you whisper, so silently that you could barley hear yourself.”

“What?”

“He’s trying to DM me! On Twitter!”

“What are you doing talking to me?! Go answer his DM!”

You were too focused to laugh as you hung up the phone and went into your DMs. The familiar profile picture that you saw almost every day on your timeline was the first thing you saw in your message requests. Your whole body was shaking so much that you could barley see the screen as you pressed to open it.

“hi :)”

It was a very simple message, but it was enough to make your heart race even more.

You were debating on messaging back, wondering if maybe this was a fake account or something. But you knew there was only one way to find out for sure, so you took a deep breath and responded.

“hi! :)”

His response came near seconds later: “so...we’re the internet’s hottest power couple, huh?”

You chuckled to yourself. “i guess we are. sorry if i ruined your mentions last night. i didn’t think it would blow up the way it has. i’m not all that famous online.”

“are you kidding me? you’re like one of the best twitch streamers. i’ve watched every single one of your streams, including last night’s”

You felt your face heating up, but a slight groan of embarrassment came from your lips. You were thinking of all the embarrassing things you had said and done on stream, and now wished you could just melt into the floor or erase the entire internet.

“oh that’s embarrassing. i’d say i’m not that awkward and dumb in real life, but i’m actually more so”

“i wouldn’t say you’re awkward or dumb at all. i think you’re adorable”

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed to no one in particular. If your face got any hotter, it would be on fire.

“you really know how to talk to a girl”

“i really don’t, but i’m glad you’re enjoying my attempts to flirt”

“so you’re flirting? never would’ve known”

“i know, it’s hard to tell. i’m trying to be subtle”

You continued to message Noen for a while. It felt so natural, as if you weren’t talking to someone you had been crushing on for about a year now. You were extremely glad you weren’t coming off as awkward as you normally felt.

Finally, after having been sat on the floor for a good three hours, your back began to ache and your stomach was growling so loudly in attempts to get your attention. You realized then that you had put getting breakfast on hold in order to fall deep into the hole of internet gossip that had surrounded you overnight.

“love talking to you and all, but i’m gonna have to go for a little bit. i’ve been sat on the floor basically since i woke up and i haven’t eaten yet today so my stomach is very upset with me”

“why are you on the floor? 😂”

“when i’m stressed i tend to sit down no matter where i am, and i was very stressed to see my name plastered all over social media this morning”

“why were you stressed over that?”

“it’s not something i’m exactly used to. like i said, i’m not overly famous online. i just have a small following. i’m not someone who has an article written about every little thing she says. also like i said, i didn’t expect you to see me admit that i have a crush on you last night, so i was so worried about what your reaction was going to be”

“i guess i can understand that. i haven’t had a lot written about me. i’m not a big tiktoker like some of my friends are, but i guess that’s a blessing”

You started to type another message, but paused when you saw the three dots from Noen indicating that he was typing something else.

“for what it’s worth, i’ve had a internet crush on you since you first started streaming”

Your jaw dropped at this. You had started streaming months before you even knew about Noen, which meant he had known about you before you knew about him. Just when you thought this day couldn’t get any better.

“wow! that’s quite a while. you must be one of my first subscribers then”

“i’m up there i think. i’ll wear that badge with pride”

The three dots again. You waited anxiously to see what he was about to say.

“i liked getting to talk to you today, though. maybe we could talk offline sometime, like through text or phone call. maybe meet in person eventually”

Your smile was so wide that it hurt your cheeks. “yeah, i’d really like that”

You exchanged phone numbers and added his to your contacts. You finally pulled yourself off the floor and started making a super late breakfast while also starting to edit your next video since you had also gotten such a late start on that.

You were putting your food on a plate when your phone chimed, indicating a new text message.

“btw, it’s nice to finally get to meet you internet crush :)”

“it’s nice to get to meet you, too, internet crush”

You sat at the table, your heart feeling warm. And to think, it all came true thanks to one nosy donation.

Not sure how much I like this imagine, but I hope you enjoyed anyways!

[mosh-4]

“we’re really funny” pt. 2

harry styles imagine

“we’re really funny” pt. 2 - the aftermath of the tiktok

“we’re really funny”

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you woke up the next morning to your phone blowing up. you rolled over to grab your phone from your nightstand. you had notifications from practically every social media app you had and text messages from almost all of your friends and family. you had multiple texts from your cousin.

             (y/c/n): im so sorry

             (y/c/n): that was such a bad idea

             (y/c/n): shit

             (y/c/n): i think some of the fans followed my Instagram

             (y/c/n): i posted those pictures from your wedding

             (y/c/n): it’s all good now. i made my account private

you let out a sigh and rolled back over to face your sleeping husband. you drew your attention back to your phone and replied to your cousin.  

              you: it’s okay. don’t stress. 

after you hit send, you opened your Instagram. you were thankful for your account being private, but now you had thousands of follow requests. they must have gotten your Instagram from the pictures on your cousin’s account that you were tagged in.

you scroll down to the picture from your wedding.

you smile at the picture. thankfully, your cousin hadn’t tagged you or Harry. you laughed to yourself at your comment on her post. why had you decided to wear those gigantic heels?

Harry stirred next to you before turning to face you with his eyes barely open.

             “good morning,” he mumbled still half asleep.

             “good morning, lovie,” you reply admiring his sleepy appearance. his hair was disheveled with curls all over the place.

             “hmmm,” he hummed opening his eyes to look at you. “so what’s the damage?”

             “i haven’t really looked. (y/c/n) said a bunch of fans followed her before she could make her account private.”

Harry reached for his phone on his nightstand. his thumbs tapped over the screen for a minute before he spoke up. he got on twitter and looked through his mentions. some of the pictures of the two of you together were already circulating. they were pictures that the fans had already seen, yet now they had paid more attention to your presence in each picture. some fans had theories that you two were together. others thought you were just a friend.

the pictures they had taken from (y/c/n)’s account added fuel to the fire. she had posted pictures of the her, you, and Harry from christmas and thanksgiving. he was also seen in the background of some pictures. the picture from the wedding seemed to be the most popular. even though he wasn’t featured in the picture, fans were trying to connect the dots between the you and Harry. if you were married, did that make Harry just a friend? the fans didn’t know what to think, which really fueled their speculation and theories.

             “i got a few messages from Jeff and Grimmy,” he said breaking the silence. “Jeff wants to know if we are going public, and Grimmy said if we were going public, he wants us to come on his show.”

you were silent for a minute. did you want to go public? so soon? yet, there was no purpose of keeping it secret anymore. you were married now. nothing was gonna change that.

             “should we?” you ask him.

his eyes moved to you before placed his phone on the bed and turning fully toward you.

             “do you want to?”

             “i’d be okay with it,” you said. “it’s not like they would know every aspect of our lives. they would just know about us.”

             “you’d be giving up your privacy though,” he said. “i can’t ask you to do that.”

you sat up. the sheets pooled at your waist as you did so.

             “hey dingbat,” you started. “i married you. i knew what i was getting into. i’m okay with it.”

he laughed at you. you only called him “dingbat” when he said something stupid or idiotic. you had a habit of calling the people you love by insulting names. it was one of your ways of showing affection. he never really understood it. maybe, it had something to do with growing up with your older cousins who would pick on you, but he wasn’t sure.

             “i know. i just worry about you. you could get mobbed by fans or paps. you are going to lose part of your freedom of flying under the radar,” he said taking your hand in his. “i just want to keep you safe.”

             “and i will be, haz. i’m always cautious.” you place your hands on his cheeks. “we’ll be alright.”

Harry was silent for a beat. you could tell he was contemplating the pros and cons of the situation.

             “so we’re doing it then?” he asked. “you’re absolutely sure?”

             “yes. i am absolutely sure,” you say dropping your hands from his face. “i think it’s time we let a few more people into our little world.”

Harry sat up with you reaching for his phone.

             “and by a few, you mean a couple thousands, maybe millions?”

             “sure,” you shrug.

he gave you a goofy grin before he began typing on his phone.

             “how should we do it?” he asked looking to you. “should i post something? or tweet something?”

             “you could post pictures from the wedding, and i can make my account public. i have wedding pictures on there.”

he nodded before his gaze was fixed on his screen while he scrolled. he started to smirk.

             “you’re gonna have to help me pick. you’re so beautiful in all of these.”

you gave him a goofy smile before tucking yourself under his arm. you laid your head onto his chest so you could see his phone screen.

Harry sent a text to Jeff and Grimmy letting them both know that they were going public before he went back to the wedding pictures. you both scrolled through them remembering the day.

             “i love this one,” you said stopping at the picture of the two of you holding each other. you could only see the back of your dress and hair with his hair and hands. it was beautiful and perfect for posting on his Instagram. it was intimate, yet there wasn’t a lot of PDA.

             “i do, too,” he said. “should i use this one?”

             “yeah, i like it. it’s perfect.”

you watching him as he uploaded the picture to his Instagram. he captioned it with your wedding date before posting it.

             “you should post one, too.” he said looking down to you. “we are doing this together, after all.”

you laugh.

             “okay,” you picked your phone up from the bed. “help me find a picture. we should do a different one than the one you posted. the fans are going to want more content.”

             “i swear to god if you weren’t married to me, you’d be one of them,” he laughed.

you sit up a bit leaning up to look at him with a shocked face placing a hand on your chest.

             “excuse me,” you scoffed. “i may have matured a bit, but i am still a fan of one direction. i know my people.”

he laughed before placing a kiss on your forehead.

             “yes, you do, love. yes, you do,” he murmured into your hair.

you scrolled through the rest of the pictures until you got to the fun ones taken at your reception. you both laughed at the pictures of your brother and cousins attempting to dance as if they were in a nightclub. there was one of you and your cousin in the middle of your secret handshake while you were dancing with Harry and she was dancing with her boyfriend. you finally landed on another one of your favorites.

             “ooo,” Harry said stopping you. “i like this one.”

it was a picture of the two of you dancing with you looking up at him laughing and him smiling down at you.

             “me too,” you hummed in agreement. “should i post it?”

             “yeah, i love that one. it’s got your smile.” he wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter.

             “you’re a sap,” you said laughing.

             “hmmm. i know.”

you entered your Instagram, and you made your account public. you uploaded the post and began to write your caption before you posted it.

you both laid back in bed while you scrolled through the comments and tweets about the two of you. you watched the chaos of your husband’s fans, and you laughed together at some of their tweets.

you both sent messages to each of your families letting them that you announced it to the world and that it was safe for them to share it as well.

Grimmy sent Harry another text.

             grimmy: so will i see you on radio 1?

Harry turned to you.

             “Grimmy wants to know if we’ll go on his show,” he said.

you looked up from your phone.

             “the both of us?”

             “yeah, you up for it?”

             “hmmm,” you hummed while you thought about it. “i guess so.”

             “it’s Grimmy. what’s could go wrong?” Harry shrugged.

you sat up.

             “literally everything. literally everything could go wrong. have you met him?” you joked.

he laughed in agreement. Grimmy was a friend, but he did have his way of embarrassing the both of you.

             “i’ll tell him we’ll do it,” he laughed while typing on his phone.

             “mkay,” you said laying back down on Harry’s shoulder.

you scrolled through the comments a bit more laughing at your friend’s and cousin’s responses and reactions. you were glad that you went public. you got to share your love with the world, and it was so refreshing.

you were so grateful for that damn tiktok.

hope you enjoyed! feel free to send requests - mosh

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Virtual Reality

Word Count: 2.4k

Request: hi! if your taking requests, i was wondering if you could write a damien x reader, where they meet through Twitch? add anything else you want i always love everything you write, thanks so much!! - anon

Warning(s): like, one swear

It was a Thursday night when you first met him, or rather, heard of him. You had been streaming for five hours heading into your sixth when you decided it might be time for you to log off for the night. As per usual, you took at least thirty minutes at the end of your stream just to talk with your viewers, usually about how their lives were going in exchange for a story from your own day. 

Tonight, however, there was an influx of people asking if you’d ever heard of a streamer by the name of Damien Haas, which you hadn’t, and if you would do a collaboration with the man anytime soon. Apparently, your content was eerily similar and you were, and I quote, “Practically the female version of him, looks aside.” 

“Damien Haas…” you rolled yourself back closer to your desk, hands settled on your keyboard. You typed his name into the search bar, patiently waiting for Twitch to pull up his account. You clicked into the first one, making an impressed face at the purple checkmark next to his name. You squinted at the screen. “Is this him? In the profile picture with the LEDs in the background?” 

You glanced at your chat, chuckling as the viewers started spamming ‘yes’ and ‘oh my god it’s happening,’ and your personal favorite, ‘mom come pick me up the best crossover of 2020 is happening and im SCARED.’

“He plays a lot of Animal Crossing,” you observed, clicking on one of his videos and dragging the tab onto your main monitor so the stream could see it. You skipped through the beginning part, biting into a pretzel as you watched. 

“He’s kinda cute,” you commented, laughing as your stream freaked out once more. There were a few people commenting what looked like it could be a ship name though you ignored it. “Shame I’d never meet him, though.”

You paused his video, taking note of the time, before rolling out your shoulders. “I think it’s time for me to head out so I’m gonna end this stream with a huge thank you to you all for sticking with me through this entire stream and if you didn’t stay the entire time, I’m glad you decided to join in on the ride even halfway through. I’ll see you guys next time.”

You ended the stream, waving goodbye to your viewers before the light went out and you could relax the smile off your face. Don’t get it twisted, you loved streaming and you loved your viewers but just like any other job, it could get exhausting at times. You shut down your monitors, the screens turning blue before fading to black. You stretched, taking your phone up from its charger and launching yourself into bed, opening your phone and clicking on Twitter. 

Much like staying thirty minutes after you were done streaming to talk to viewers, you usually went on Twitter right after to answer questions and respond to DMs. This time, however, instead of opening the app to see a bunch of post-stream questions, your mentions were filled with the video clip of you saying, “He’s kinda cute,” as well as maybe a million people tagging both you and Damien in them. 

Well, shit. 

Soon enough, that was all that filled your timeline. You couldn’t move in one direction without running into another screencap of you admiring the man. God, you knew the consequences but something in the back of your mind was urging you to reach out to him.

After a few moments of contemplation, the lonely side of you won out, forcing you to message him against your better judgment. Without even thinking about it, you found his Twitter and sent this message:

Hey, I’m sorry about your mentions blowing up because of me tonight. My viewers recommended your Twitch to me and I spoke without thinking about it on Live. 

And with no expectation of his response, you fell asleep right there with your phone on your chest and the DM still open. 

You woke up the next morning with a sore neck and a dead phone, which was a terrible way to start your day. You rolled over, plugging your device into an outlet before crawling out of bed to start your day. When you weren’t streaming, you worked as a freelance editor for different YouTubers, helping their editors with their workload or even staying on as a Temp for different companies. Occasionally you edited the odd commercial here and there, but those gigs were rare. 

Most recently, you had received some material from a group of YouTubers, Smosh. This job was different, however, because if you did well on this you could be looking at a permanent place of employment through their parent company, Mythical Entertainment. 

You knew Mythical Entertainment, it was hard not to, especially since your aunt was one of the producers within the company, but tended to ignore everything the company did. The last you’d heard, they’d onboarded another YouTube group (which you did later find out to be Smosh, the same YouTubers whose video you were hired to edit). 

 After a quick shower and a half-assed attempt at a proper breakfast, you were ready to start your day. You situated yourself behind your monitors, opening the video clips that had been sent to you. The first was a sample video, something that gave you insight on what their editing style was actually like. 

But imagine your surprise when you’re staring down the same man you have called cute the night before, his approximately five-eleven stance taking up one-sixth of the space. He was standing next to a blond, who had been marked as “Shayne Topp.”

Despite there being five other people in frame, your eyes kept moving back to Damien’s figure, watching his mannerisms through the screen and laughing along to his jokes when they fell upon deaf ears. 

Your eyes slid over to your phone, now decently charged after sitting for so long. On your screen were dozens of notifications. There were maybe two from your mom, asking if you’d be coming home for dinner sometime that week but the majority came from Twitter. You picked up the device, unlocking and responding to your mom with a, “yes,” before opening Twitter. 

Nothing much had changed from the night prior. Your mentions were still being flooded with the video from last night but newer content had been ushered in, namely fan edits using footage from your streams and, you assumed, his. 

The only major difference, however, was the fact that Damien had responded to your DM from the night prior. The first message read: 

It’s really no problem! My stream had mentioned your name before, too.

Followed by the second:

P.S. I think you’re cute, too.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Mr. Damien Haas, the man that you had made a thoughtless comment on stream about, also thought that you were cute. Suddenly, the fact that you had been staring at him for the past hour seemed less stalkerish and more like a blooming crush. You wrote back:

Aw, thanks! Have you seen the newer fan edits? They’re all so talented.

You cringed at yourself. A cute boy started talking to you and you’ve suddenly forgotten how to be suave, not that you really were in the first place. But still, you liked to think you had some tact when talking to people that you found attractive. 

Not even a moment later, there came a response. 

Yes, I have, he responded. And I agree! They are all very talented individuals. 

You looked from the monitor in front of you. You had about a quarter of the footage left to go through before you could start editing but this technically wasn’t due until the following night. Feeling emboldened by the fact that he had actually responded, you replied:

Are you going to TwitchCon on Friday? We should meet up or something. 

Anxiously you awaited his response, taking his silence as an opportunity to watch a bit more of the footage and take down notes according to the sample they’d given you. Roughly thirty minutes later is when the next response came in, reading as an affirmative to both questions. 

You didn’t respond, choosing to leave your social media for after you’d finished editing the video. Your heart still pounded, however. Just the thought that there was a possibility for the two of you to meet was, simply put, insane. You’d just heard of the guy the night before and decided that he was going to be your latest hyperfixation. 

But who could blame you? He was a nice, funny guy that showed the slightest bit of attraction towards you. It didn’t help that you were a sucker for guys that were nice to you. 

Fast forward to the Friday of TwitchCon, also known as the first day of TwitchCon. You and Damien had been talking steadily over Twitter DMs and just last night you had gained his phone number, giving you even more access to the man than you had before. But of course, who were you if you didn’t tease your fans with the prospect of you meeting. 

The night before, at the end of your stream, you’d given your fans the little tidbit of information that you and Damien were, in fact, planning on meeting up sometime during TwitchCon and would be greeting fans together for an hour at your booth. 

That sent Twitter into a frenzy, both of your combined fans getting your ship name to trend within the hour, which confused the hell out of a bunch of locals. 

It was nearing the time you and Damien had set to meet up. The plan was you’d meet around twelve for lunch, take an hour for yourselves, before going back to your booth and meeting with fans for an hour or so as promised. 

You had never been more nervous than you were in that moment. Not only were you about to meet your three-day-old crush but apparently a very popular YouTuber. You tried not to let the thought mess with your head. One of your friends, Wilbur Soot (who you played Minecraft with from time to time) was poking fun at you for being nervous about meeting a popular YouTuber. 

After three years of streaming and gaining a solid following, you’d think you’d be used to meeting other popular content creators. But because it was him, you found yourself unable to think straight. 

“What if I fuck up?” you asked Wilbur anxiously. He’d flown in from London for this event at your insistence and because you’d offered to pay half his airfare to get there and back. He didn’t have his own booth as his arrival was very last minute, but he didn’t mind. He signed the occasional poster though his main purpose was to provide you mental and emotional support. 

“You won’t fuck up,” he comforted, leafing through one of the comics a fan had given you. The entire thing was hand-drawn, which was an insane fact in itself. It looked professional, which was what blew you away when you’d received it. “Well, you won’t fuck up as badly as you did when you first met Schlatt.”

You groaned in embarrassment. “Don’t remind me.”

Long story short, you’d dumped a red in color slushy on the man accidentally after tripping over an unmarked cable. It really wasn’t your fault but the boys hadn’t let you live it down since then. 

Half a moment later, Wilbur was poking your side. “Is that him?” he asked, jabbing his pointer finger into your side while looking in the opposite direction. He was looking at a familiar figure walking down the hallway toward your booth. He stopped for a moment to take a photo with a fan, talking to them about something, before continuing on his way toward you. 

Your eyes locked and you gave him a smile while trying to beat Wilbur into no longer poking you. He stopped when you slapped his arm the first time, sticking his tongue at you before going on his phone. You rolled your eyes at his half-assed attempt of pretending he wasn’t about to start listening in on your conversation. 

“Hey, Y/n, right?” Damien asked as he approached. You nodded, reaching out for a handshake but becoming pleasantly surprised when he instead pulled you in for a hug. 

“You ready for lunch?” you asked glaring slightly at Wilbur as he made kissy faces over Damien’s shoulder. Luckily, Damien hadn’t noticed your moron of a best friend. 

“Yeah, I saw this sushi place on the way in if you wanted to try that?”

“I’d be down,” you agreed, reaching behind your table to grab your bag. Wilbur was set to meet with a few other Minecraft streamers, meaning you didn’t have to worry about him while you had lunch. You looked over your shoulder, making sure everything was set for you to leave before saying goodbye to Wilbur. 

Over the course of lunch, you and Damien had gotten to know each other pretty well. Once the conversation moved away from your fans and, well, work, and more into personal details, you found that you actually weren’t all that similar. For starters, Damien loved watching anime while your guilty pleasure was Gilmore Girls. The one show you both had a love for, however, was Avatar the Last Airbender, which made sense. 

Another thing was that he actually enjoyed being in front of the camera while you tolerated it on most days, really only putting on your face cam for the last thirty minutes on most days. Despite that, he still classified himself as an introvert. 

You returned back to your booth much later than you anticipated, thoroughly shocked at the line that had formed with Wilbur at the front of it, entertaining the fans that had shown up early to meet both you and Damien. 

“Y/n!” one fan called, pointing in your direction. Immediately, the entire line turned and gaped at the sight of you and Damien walking together. You greeted them happily, stopping for pictures and verbally promising that you’d stay until you got to meet everyone personally. 

“You really love your fans,” Damien observed as you put your things back down behind the table. Wilbur had set up shop on your right side, chatting with a few people at the front of the line. 

“I wouldn’t be anywhere without them,” you admitted, pulling a silver sharpie from your bag. You handed a gold one to Damien. “I also wouldn’t have gotten to meet you without them, which I’m still sorry about, by the way. Your feed must have been chaotic.”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled. “But everything happens for a reason.”

You nodded, grinning up at him. “Yes, they do.” 

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Delivery Boy ~ PJM [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count:1.9K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluffy, crack?

↬↬↬Pairing: Park Jimin x Actress!Reader

↬↬↬A/N: I’m sorry it’s so short hun!! but I hope this is to your liking! sorry it’s late, tumblr is deleting everything in my drafts for some weird reason

It had been so long since you'd had a day to yourself you'd almost forgotten what it was like, you were so rushed off your feet there was never any time to yourself. 

"You have a meeting with Dispatch at 10, then at 12 we'll all go for lunch before heading down to a press conference and from there it's-"

"Straight on a plane to London, I know." You didn't mean for your words to come out stressed and annoyed but it was how you felt. Your personal assistant had gone over the schedule with you four times already and you'd only been awake for twenty minutes. 

"Can you get me some water?" She left the room and you dove towards your phone to call your boyfriend - Jimin - you'd missed your regular skype date the night before. Shit. He wasn't answering which meant he'd already left on his flight to Paris and you'd missed him once again. 

"I'm coming in!" You heard a stylist yell from outside your hotel room door, instead of waiting for her, you headed into the bathroom to have a long hot shower. The thought of missing Jimin was getting to you, you'd missed each other all week if it wasn't you that was busy it was him. His voice sounded through his voicemail and you smiled as you heard it for the first time in days, you missed him. 

"It's Y/n, sorry about last night. I know I promised I'd be there but I got in from promotions and passed out in bed. Call me when you land, I love you." You hung up the phone and turned towards the shower. The water was steaming so you stripped out of your clothes and got under the showerhead, closing your eyes and just letting it all relax you. Letting the water melt away all your worries and stress that you had with your new movie promotions, once all of it was over you and Jimin could go back to how things were. Sneaking around but actually being able to see one another without being so busy you didn't have a second to breathe.

I'll be watching the press conference...wear something blue for me? xx You giggled down at your phone screen and told the stylist you wanted to wear something blue instead of the red dress she had selected. It had always been this way whenever you were away from Jimin, he'd ask you to wear a specific item of clothing or colour so he would know it was just for him. While you would ask him to do silly things on stage or in interviews to make you laugh, it was cute. 

"Any reason we're wearing blue today?" Your manager teased looking up from her phone, it was filled to the brim with all of your schedules and it was practically glued to her hand. 

"No reason." She knew you were lying, she was the only one out of your time that knew of your relationship with Jimin and that was only because she'd caught you both once. Jimin had snuck by to come and see you on set and you were in your changing room together, nothing was happening you were just making out on the sofa when she decided to walk in on you.

"Blue always looks amazing on you, it compliments your skin tone amazingly." You smiled at the newest makeup artist, she was a trainee that you had picked out of a list of twenty. She was inexperienced but no one was going to get anywhere in life if someone didn't give them a chance, someone took a chance on you and now you were a huge movie star. 

 The press conference had dragged on so long you thought you'd gotten stuck in some alternate universe where for some reason time moved slower.

"I'm ready for a week-long nap and then a week-long of eating nothing but junk food." You grumbled as you walked through the airport, you were walking with the newest makeup artist - Claire - who was laughing along with you. You were dressed in a big fluffy coat, with a mask and sunglasses to help hide your face from cameras. You looked drained and your manager didn't want people to see that since you were her number one star and 'always had to look your best.' 

"I'm serious, I'm so tired I think I might sleep for a month instead," She agreed with you as you linked arms and walked towards the terminal together. Over the last week of her being with you, she'd been nothing but kind towards you and you had grown close, so close in fact that you were roommates at your next destination but, it was your manager's idea and you knew it was to keep you from constantly calling Jimin.

"All passengers boarding to flight 166, this is the final call for flight 166." You sighed as you turned off your phone, there was still nothing from Jimin, he was supposed to call before your flight but the only notifications you had was your twitter going off with notifications about your arrival at Seoul Airport and how you were flying to your new destination now. Sometimes you wished your plans would work alongside Jimin's and you would end up together somehow but it was never meant to happen. 

Your manager's squealing voice was what woke you up when the plan was due to land, you buckled up and stared at her from across the aisle, 

"What did I miss?" You yawned at Claire who had been watching your manager the entire time, 

"Not sure, she was yelling down her phone for most of the flight, but we're here." You looked out of the window to see not Heathrow Airport but Paris-Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris. 

"Did we catch the wrong plane, is that her problem?" You asked pulling down the blinds when the stewardess gave you a funny look, Claire shrugged her shoulder and you both watched you, manager until you landed. 

"We're in Paris..." You said to her once you were standing outside the airport, cameras were flashing everywhere and you smiled at them while waving and trying to look like you had expected this.

"Well spotted," Your manager was starting to seem too happy for someone who had just spent a nine-hour flight complaining the entire time.

"We have to go to your hotel, smile and wave." You did as you were told and got into the black sports range rover that was waiting for you and you decided not to press her for answers. You didn't want to spoil her unusually good mood by playing 20 questions with her. 

"Ah Miss Y/l/n," Your name was like magic to Jimin's ears, he looked up from his phone as soon as he heard it. He was walking through the hotel lobby to go to the dining room with the boys when he heard your name. His eyes locked onto the side of your head and took in your features, even after a nine-hour flight you still looked amazing to him, dressed in grey sweatpants with your hair tied back you still looked irresistible to him. 

"Oh my god, is that?" You followed Claire's gaze to see Jimin staring at you and every bone in your body wanted to drop your bag and sprint over to him bringing him into a hug never to let go again but you knew you were being watched. A small smile filled your face as you made eye contact with him across the room, he waved his hand and you waved back until your manager started pulling you in the direction of the elevator. Now you knew why she'd given you a roommate, it was to stop you and Jimin from being together at night, she wasn't trying to be nasty about it but if it ever got out that you and he were dating it would ruin everything in yours and his job.

"You know him?!" Your stylist asked once the doors shut, you were alone with her, your manager and your suitcases. 

"They're friends, really close in fact. I'll call up manager Sejin and arrange a meal for you both." Your eyes widened and your heart began to beat faster, was this her way of giving you her blessing? 

"That's so exciting, you guys would make the cutest power couple though." You laughed it off with Claire and both walked out onto your floor to find your bedroom for the next couple of days. Paris was supposed to be packed full of things for you to do, starting and ending with promotions with little to no free time to explore.

Knock, Knock, Knock. 

"Please be the food I'm starving." You groaned looking at Claire who was in the bathroom applying a clay mask to her face, you'd decided on having a pamper night together while watching some cheesy French romance movies that you'd found on the TV. 

"Me too." She whined, you jumped up from the bed and walked over to the door expecting it to be a pizza man but when you opened the door you were met by Jimin he threw one arm around your waist and held his other hand at the back of your head bringing you into a passionate kiss in the doorway. Everything around you melted away as yo started making out with him, your hands tangled into his blonde locks and you whimpered as he pushed your back into the wall beside the door, he kicked the door shut and began kissing down your neck. 

"Was it the food- Oh my god!" You both jumped apart and stared at Claire who was no looking anywhere but at you and Jimin. 

"Shit! Sorry! I forgot- I was just I erm...Jimin this is Claire, Claire this is Jimin." You looked at Jimin who was a bright red colour, his usual calm persona was faded away and he was a stuttering mess around you and her. 

"Good morning," You stared at him as he started repeating good morning over and over again as if it was the only English he knew which wasn't true since you'd been dating for a year now and he was fluent in it. 

"Jimin baby," You giggled pointing over at the window to point out that it was night time and he groaned hiding his head in your shoulder as you and Claire started to laugh softly at him. 

"I think I better leave you alone for the night, I'll go find one of the hairstylists." She winked at you, promising you before she left that she wouldn't say a word to anyone.

"Good morning?" He groaned as you reminded him and he walked you over to the bed laying you down and resuming the passionate makeout session that had started this mess in the first place. 

"Good morning." You started laughing but he pinned your wrists down to the bed and you knew he meant business then. He began kiss you once more and you kissed him back, eyes fluttering shut and arms wrapping around his neck when the doorbell to your hotel room rang. 

"That'll be food." You whispered telling him to go and hide in the bathroom until the delivery boy had left. 

"He wasn't as nice as my last delivery boy," You whined feeding Jimin a slice of pizza as you sat across from him, 

"My last delivery boy gave me this huge kiss, nothing can ever compare to...Maybe if I try a new hotel-" You were cut off by another kiss from Jimin and you giggled happily. You were content with this night, this perfectly chill night in together as you watched movies and ate pizza while cuddling, nothing would ever beat this. 

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hey! can u write something where the reader and cal are dating but the fans don't know it yet, and they find out because luke posts a video on his insta story of reader and cal dancing to best years :) thank u

super. fucking. cute. thank you for requesting hun, sorry for the delay, hope you’ll like this! xx

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I’m so sorry guys! Please don’t kill me, I love you!

That’s the text Calum woke up to, from Luke, the morning after the little get together with a couple of friends the band had over at his house.

It was safe to say he was baffled and really confused as to what he’d be sorry for and why would he want to kill him. He was looking at his phone sat on the couch in the living room, sipping on his morning coffee while he waited for you to wake up.

“Cal, what the fuck happened?” you asked just a little panicked, emerging from the bedroom with your phone in your hand.

“Why?” he asked, watching as you sat next to him still only in the shirt of his you used as a pajama.

“My phone’s blowing up with notifications all over, I couldn’t even text my mom that it turned off by itself” you mumbled, turning off all the app’s notifications.

“Oh” slowly connecting the dots, he opened up his Twitter, where a bunch of notifications were expecting him. More than usual. Calum found the answer to your questions rather quickly.

“I think Luke accidentally posted something” he reasoned out loud, your head snapping in his direction. His eyes looked down at the screen of his phone and you followed them. The video started playing again.

It was clearly meant to document Michael trying to make his dog, Moose, dance along with him to their song Best Years which played softly in the background. However, it was clear to see the two of you, just behind him, slow dancing along to it too.

The scene was very cute, his hands were resting on your waist and yours on his shoulders. You could clearly see him leaving a loving kiss to your forehead, as you smiled, before he made you spin around and fall back into his arms. The video cut off just as you were about to kiss, because Moose had finally escaped Michael’s hold.

“Ugh, Luke” you sighed, feeling Calum’s hand hold yours.

“It’s okay, I can ask him do delete it-“ he started rambling before you could cut him off.

“Too late for that, Cal” you smiled weakly. You didn’t blame your friend at all, he hadn’t done it on purpose and had even apologized, you just didn’t know what to do now.

Calum was about to start pacing around the living room when you stopped him, holding his face in your hands. “It’s alright” you assured him. “What now?” you asked then.

You two had been very adamant about keeping your relationship private, mainly worried about prying eyes and unkind words, but maybe it was time to stop being so secretive about it.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked sweetly, his hand coming up to brush against your cheek softly. “We don’t have to say or do anything more than what we want to” he was searching for your eyes. “But I’d like to tell the world that you’re mine”

A beautiful, bright smile opened up on your face as you nodded. “I’m alright with that” you said looking into his warm eyes. Calum kissed you, one of those kisses that still made you weak at the knees and your heart beat furiously in your chest.

He looked at you with a soft smile, the both of you somewhat short of breath, before pecking your lips again. “I’m still gonna kill Luke”

You laughed, slapping his bicep. “The poor boy doesn’t deserve it” he laughed too.

Y’all don’t know it, but we’d been practicing that spin for a little while.

Calum tweeted later that day, along with a copy of the video, beaming smiles on both of your faces as he pressed “send”.

[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 45

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40 || CHAPTER 41 || CHAPTER 42 || CHAPTER 43 || CHAPTER 44

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

READ AM CONVERSATIONS AGAIN ON WATTPAD HERE

- notes: please take note that this is mostly a filler chapter, just like chapter 46 and 47 will be. I have everything planned for 48, 49 and 50 tho. and then the story will be over :( if you want anything added to the filler chapters, please message me. tbh i would love you so so much lol! so yea, im super stressed about ending this story, i cant even explain. ALSO: time will pass quicker in the last few chapters so check the dates!

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Chapter 45 : His chapter

NIALL

August 16th, 2018

I didn't know exactly what woke me up but I just turned around in bed, wrapping my arm around Liv's body and moving a bit closer before trying to fall back asleep. Unfortunately, my phone started vibrating on my bedside table and I groaned when I realized I forgot to put it on mute before falling asleep. I couldn't remember how long how making love session had lasted and I couldn't even remember when I actually fell asleep.

I grimaced and sighed before turning around and reaching out for my phone, searching for it with my eyes closed. My fingers finally gripped it and I decided to sit up, rubbing my eyes as I tried to read the message I had received. I noticed Louis' face next to the message and I frowned. It's not that Louis never texted me but I was still surprised to see that notification, especially so early in the morning.

'Had fun last night? 😏' was all he had sent me along with a link.

I turned to look at Olivia who was still deeply asleep, laying on her stomach, with the covers just over her butt and I finally got out of bed slowly and gently, making sure I wouldn't wake her up. I walked to the kitchen, letting out a yawn as I passed my hand in my messy hair, and decided to make coffee as I clicked on the link.

I frowned when I recognize my living room and I saw myself get up from the couch, suddenly realizing it was my instagram live from the night before. i frowned more, wondering why Louis would send me the link since I couldn't remember saying or doing anything remotely bad but when Olivia's legs appeared in the screen, I realized my mistake. I had probably not stopped the live properly and my heart jumped in my chest, trying to remember what exactly we had said and done right after.

I heard my girlfriend tell me I was a good person and groaned low again when I heard myself ask her if it turned her on. No one could see us kiss since the laptop was placed on the coffee table and we were standing up but even if I was whispering, the words "I'm gonna miss you so much." could easily be heard before she replied that she was going to miss me more.

"Fucking hell..." I whispered as I blinked a few times, staring at the screen where we could clearly see me leading Liv in the hall as she stepped back, our lips attached to each other's as we made out.

She hit the wall and we both laughed as I let out a 'clumsy ass!' the way I always did before an 'I love you' escaped my lips. I felt my heart jump in my chest knowing so many people had actually witnessed something so personal and I swallowed before sighed and passing my hand in my hair again. We disappeared from the screen as the sound of a door being closed could be heard and I realized the video lasted 4 more minutes where nothing could be heard or seen. It had probably been about an hour since I started the livestream which was why it finally cut and I put my phone away and closed my eyes, wondering what exactly would be the repercussion of this video. I didn't want to go on twitter to read what people were saying but I knew that I would at least have to tell Liv about it.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and my lips curled slightly when I heard my girlfriend yelled from the bedroom.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"

"Okay, she already knows." I whispered to myself, taking a sip from my hot drink and leaning against the counter.

It took her only a few seconds but I saw her appear in front of me, her hair even messier than mine and wearing only my shirt. I wanted to be stressed by all this but when I saw her, my lips curled in a fond smile.

"Did Louis send it to you too?" was the first thing that got out of her mouth and I just nodded before turning around and grabbing a mug to pour her some coffee too. "That's it? That's all I get? A nod?"

I took the time to add sugar and cream in her coffee and finally turned around again to hand it to her. She stared at me for a few seconds before her eyes fell on the mug and she sighed, taking it from my hands.

"Is there anything else to say?" I just asked, shrugging a shoulder. "I mean it's on the internet probably forever and honestly, we've been lucky, especially thinking about all the times we actually just fucked on the couch I mean, this video could be so much worse."

She looked away and her eyebrows raised before she grimaced. "Yea, I guess that's some way to see it." she let out before taking a sip. "I just... Gosh I don't know, I feel violated."

"I'm sorry. Honestly, I feel like shit too. It's my mistake and it's a very bad one." I admitted, raising my nose up. "I'm sorry, petal."

Her eyes met mine and she took a step closer, tilting her chin up to keep her gaze locked with mine. I stared at her back as she blinked a few times and her thin lips curled into a fond smile.

"You're forgiven."

I let my eyes roamed on her face, knowing it was a big thing to be so easily forgiven for something like that, especially that we were both aware she would get a lot of hate because of it. I bent down slightly and let my lips brush against hers before closing my eyes and bringing my hands up to her cheeks to deepen the kiss. When we stopped, she kept hers lips pressed against mine and sighed low.

"I'm gonna turn off my notifications on twitter for a while."

I raised my nose up in a grimace and groaned. "Me too." I kissed her lips again. "We can just ignore the comments together. I promise we'll be fine."

"I know." she whispered, her lips brushing against mine. "I trust you."

I felt something stir in my heart at her words, knowing I had lost her trust last year and I had worked hard to get it back. Still, despite my efforts, she didn't have to give it back to me again, but she had, and I couldn't explain how much it meant to me.

"Thank you, pet."

                                                       ---

August 17th, 2018

I woke up around 10am, knowing I should have been up before. I had a concert on the same night and even if it was barely a two hours ride, we had to get there early to rehearse and make sure everything was in place. I was surprised to realize my girlfriend was not in bed anymore as I reached my arm on the mattress, my hand only meeting the cold sheets of the bed.

Quickly, I opened my eyes, blinking a few times, and stretched before getting up and dressing up. I walked to the kitchen only to see Liv and her lips curled when she saw me. I frowned, still surprised that she was already up, and took the mug she was handing me. I liked this habit that we had to prepare coffee if we were the first one to wake up. We had never talked about it but we just did it naturally and it was one of the many small things that made this whole relationship stronger.

"You're up early." I just pointed out before taking a sip.

"Will you miss me?" she asked quickly, ignoring my comment and making me frown.

"You know I will, petal, why are you asking?" I chuckled, taking a step closer and raising my eyebrows.

The truth was, I didn't want to leave without her but at the same time, I didn't want to force her to come with me. I knew following me on tour was not as fun as it may sound and I also knew she was busy. Of course, the fact that she was done with the season of her show gave her more free time, but the Olivia I discovered after being away from her for over a year was more independent than the Olivia I broke the heart to. She had also been right the last time we had a discussion about being away from each other. She had said it would bring us even closer and stronger together, and it had. We had spent a lot of time texting, facetiming and talking on the phone and I couldn't hide that I had missed her like crazy, but when we finally got to see each other again, it was intense. Besides, nothing would ever stop me from seeing her if at some point, it became too hard to be apart.

"How bad are you going to miss me?" she asked, once again ignoring my question.

"Pet, if I could, I'd put you in my bags and bring you with me."

This answer seemed to satisfy her as her lips curled more and she licked them before putting her mug away. I took a sip in mine but quickly, she grabbed it too and put it next to hers before taking my hand and pulling me with her.

"Are you bringing me in bed for a good fuck or something?"

This time, she laughed and the sound of it made me smile. She brought me to the hall and my lips parted when I saw her luggage in the lobby, laying near the door. I turned to her after a few seconds and she raised her eyebrows.

"If you don't want me to come with you, I'll definitely understand." she just said, shaking her head. "But I've had enough to be away from you. I miss you too much. What do you say?"

I felt my heart jump in my chest and let out a low chuckle before bending down slightly and wrapping my arms right under her butt to lift her up. She let out a short scream and a laugh, making my smile grow.

"Fuck yes!"

"Niall! Put me down! You're gonna hurt yourself!"

I did as she asked and as soon as she was back on her feet, I pushed her against the wall and looked down at her with a smile. She looked up and licked her lips before nibbling on her bottom one, her eyes never leaving mine and a smile still spread on her face.

"I didn't want to force you into coming with me, but fuck, I wanted to ask you to follow me again." I whispered, bending down slightly to brush my nose against hers. "Thank you for coming with me. It makes me so happy, darling."

"I was not sure if you still wanted me to come. I don't want to be annoying, or dependent. I just want to be with you."

My happy smile turned into a fond one. I didn't want her to ever believe she bothered or annoyed me. I was not the kid I used to be when I broke up with her, I didn't see things the same way, and I had learned.

"I always want to be with you. Your presence is a gift for me, I want you to always remember that, okay?" I murmured, feeling my lips brush against hers as I talked. "Don't ever try to be someone else. I love you best when you're just yourself."

She chuckled. "Did you just quote your own song?"

I sent her a smirk and shrugged, my body still pressed on hers. "It's my words, I can use them whenever I want. Besides, I wrote it for you, so."

"Okay but, can I really show you my heart? You promise you won't break it again?"

I rubbed my nose gently and slowly against hers again, making her eyelids flutter slightly.

"I swear." I breathed. "You're everything I want."

                                                   ---

September 12th, 2018

When I walked back in the hotel room after the show, my lips curled when I noticed Liv coming out of the bathroom, her body wrapped in a fluffy white towel. She looked surprised for half a second and finally sent me a smile while tilting her head. I took a few steps closer and placed my hands on her hips but she quickly took a step back and shook her head.

"Nooo, nop!" she let out, making me raise her eyebrows. "You're all sweaty and shit. Take a shower first!"

"I thought seeing me all sweaty made you horny." I argued, my lips curling into a smirk.

"Watching you all wet turns me on too." she admitted, pressing her lips together. "Go shower and I promise to stay naked, deal?"

This time, I smirked even more and waggling my eyebrows, making her laugh. "Can I get a glimpse?" I asked, pulling gently on the top of the towel and letting my gaze drop in her cleavage.

"No!" she argued, slapping my hand slightly and chuckling. "Hurry!"

I groaned and rushed to the bathroom, getting quickly undressed and starting the shower. I let out a sigh as I tilted my chin, feeling the warm water fall in my face and wet my hair. The past months had been exhausting, mentally and physically, but I could actually say that I was in the exact place I wanted to be. I didn't feel this hole inside my chest anymore. Somehow, it was filled with something that I desperately needed without really realizing it. It was not only the love we had for each other that mattered, it was also the friendship, the history, the trust, the hope and the need we felt toward the other... all of this filled everything that needed to be filled. She was my home, and I was hers. I had never felt like that for anyone else in my life.

I quickly got out of the shower and dried my body and hair before wrapping the towel around my waist. When I walked back in the room, my lips parted slightly and I stopped dead in my track. She was laying in bed, on her stomach, her headphones on as she seemed to read something (a book or a magazine, perhaps?), still completely naked. I stared for a few seconds at the back of her head before my eyes moved down to her ass. I didn't know if she did that just to turn me on but it definitely worked. I took the towel off and let it fall next to me before grabbing my cock in my hand and stroking it gently.

She started humming a song low and I was so focused on her naked form that it took me half a minute to realize it was one of mine. It made the left corner of my lips raise up and I let my free hand run down to my balls as I got harder.

Being able to have sex with her every time I came back to the hotel room was one of the perks of having her on tour, along with many others, of course. I normally prefer to be alone but when it came to Olivia, everything seemed different. I didn't feel stuck in this relationship, or smothered by it. I still wanted us to be private and couldn't wait until people would stop mentioning that video or us after my livestream but at the same time, It didn't bother me the way it would have before. After all, I was dating her, and for the very first time in my life, I wanted it to last forever. Just that thought seemed crazy to me and my heart skipped a beat.

I took a step closer to her and without thinking, I straddled her quickly and stared down as I pushed my cock inside her. She tensed and I felt her walls press around the tip of my cock, making me groan.

"Don't move, baby." I whispered before realizing she probably couldn't hear me.

I kept looking down as I slowly pushed myself more inside her until I was balls deep and moaned low. She felt amazing, as she always did, and my whole body started throbbing. I leaned closer to her, holding myself with my hands near her shoulders, and moved my hips back before thrusting in her again.

"F-Fuck."

The way she whimpered made me smile and with one hand, I took her headphones off and it fell off the bed, making a soft sound as it hit the carpet. I bent down slightly and brushed my lips on her ear.

"I don't think what you're reading is as interesting as what I'm doing to you, is it, petal?"

I watched her eyes flutter closed and her lips part before laying on top of her and slipping one  of my arms around her. My hand reached for her neck and I pressed my fingers on her throat as I tried to hold myself with the elbow of my other arm, making sure I didn't crush her or hurt her.

"Is it?" I asked again, a little louder this time.

"Mm, nothing is better than what you're doing to me." she admitted in a whisper, making me smile more.

"How much do you like my cock inside your pretty little cunt, pet?"

She moved her ass up to feel me deeper and I breathed through my teeth at the amazing sensation, remaining motionless for a few seconds. She started wiggling a bit and my grip tightened around her neck.

"So.. so much." she whimpered again, gripping the sheets of the bed with both hands.

"You're so fucking impatient." I whispered with a chuckle, letting go of her throat and sitting back on her legs. "Didn't think I'd find you laying on the bed naked like that, just waiting for me. You have no idea how hard that made me."

I stared down at my cock moving slowly in and out of her as I moved and enjoyed the moans coming out of her mouth every single time I was completely inside her.

"Fuck, Niall, please."

I looked up and grabbed her hair, pulling on it a bit as she let out a louder whimper.

"Fuck, you're so wet." I whispered, gripping her hair tighter. "I want to cum inside you, petal."

I watched her move a bit, her body twisting as she slipped one of her arms under her body to reach for her clit. She rubbed the tip of her fingers on my balls, making me groan, and finally started touching herself, making her ass grind up. I started fucking her harder and faster, in motion with her ass moving up and it only took a minute or two until she started shaking beneath me. The sight was amazing and I groaned as I came too, pushing her hard despite myself in the mattress.

"Jesus Christ." I whispered before going limp on top of her.

I heard her chuckle and my lips curled too as I brushed them on her shoulder. She shivered and I smiled even more when goosebumps appeared on her now damp skin.

"I love having sex with you." she admitted, making me laugh lightly.

"Oh darling, I love having sex with you, too."

I trailed kisses on her neck and shoulder and after a while, I moved next to her, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling. We were on the wrong side of the bed and I felt my heels lean against one of the pillows.

"And I love spending time with you. I love being close to you. I love that you followed me here. I love that you're still my best friend after all this time. I love that we get along so well, that we grew up together, that we're even closer than we used to be." I confessed slowly in a soft tone. "I love that you love me. I love that I love you. I love the team we make. I love you, Olivia."

I turned my head her way and she was staring at her. She seemed on the verge on tears but I knew they were happy tears and I sent her a fond smile before moving on my side to see her better. I brought one of my hands to her cheek and pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"The truth is, I can't wait to marry you, to start a family with you, to grow old with you."

Her eyes roamed on my face and she swallowed hard. We both remained silent for a while and she pressed her lips together. It was so endearing that I smiled more and let my fingertips run on her shoulder and down her sides, until her waist.

"You..." she started, stopping herself again for a few seconds before her eyes met mine. "The first time we dated, it was everything that scared you about our couple. That's why you broke up with me, remember?"

I held my head with my hand, my arm on the mattress, and she moved closer, licking her lips and waiting for my answer. Of course I remembered, how could I not?

"I know." I replied, nodding lightly. "I was a fuckin' idiot. I mean, I still am." I shrugged with a chuckle. "But I'm an idiot who will never make that mistake again. I don't want to be with anyone else. And I don't want to be away from you."

"For someone who supposedly suck at expressing his feelings, you're doing quite well." she pointed out with a big smile.

I laughed too and shrugged again. "I've been thinking about what I was going to say for days." I admitted, glancing away before looking back at her. "I almost wrote a song instead."

"You could have," she whispered, reaching for my hand and squeezing my fingers. "I love hearing you sing."

I smiled again and pulled her closer to me to feel her body against mine. I lied down on my back again and she cuddled my side quickly. We stayed quiet for a while and every time she'd tilt her chin up to kiss mine, it would make me smile. It made me realize I had everything I needed, everything I wanted... I had everything I didn't even know I needed, and didn't even know I wanted.

"Do you still want to elope?" I asked randomly after a while.

"It's still a dream of mine, yea." she replied in a gentle tone. "But I know you'd prefer a normal wedding with our families and friends. I'm okay with that."

"I'm sure we can make a compromise."

She moved her head up to look in my eyes and frowned a bit. "This is... hypothetical, right?"

I let my eyes roam again on her face and something stirred inside me. I had no idea it was possible to love someone so bad. I didn't know it was possible to love someone so much you that you'd be ready to change your life plans for them. But here I was, staring at the only woman I ever fell in love with, knowing that I'd do anything for her, and that I would never stop loving her.

"Of course, we're just talking." I lied, my lips curling more. "So we'd elope and get married in Vegas, and then make a big party with our friends and family. And then what?"

"Honeymoon? If we're not too busy..."

"We'll make time." I replied firmly. "Bali or Bora Bora?"

She laughed and turned to lay on her back, my arm still behind her neck, and she finally shook her head. "I don't care where we go, Niall. As long as I'm with you."

the requests

[jimimn]

HI ITS ME WHO'S NOT OVER JJK BLONDE SELFIE AND WILL NEVER BE -💫

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO <33333333

HONESTLY ITS THE WAY YOH SAY SUCH NICE THINGS AND I DISAPPEAR FOR DAYS ON END BECAUSE INCONSISTENCY BLEEDS INTO EVERY CORNER OF MY LIFE FNEKALKD BUT I'M GETTING DONE WITH MY FIRST LEG OF EXAMS ON MONDAY SO YAY TO THAT!! OKAY I THINK WE'LL MOVE SLOWLY WITH BABY STEPS JUNGKOOK DROPPED SOME SELCAS JIMIN DROPPED SOME SELCAS IN THE WORDS OF THE LEGENDARY JEON JUNGKOOK ALL WE NEED NOW IS "together..BAM!" (THAT'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOMENTS EVER THE WAY HE SAYS IT 🤧)

YES IN THIS HOUSE WE SCREAM OVER JIMIN'S DISRESPECT HE IS THE PARAGON OF A MULTI-FACETED MAN THAT HAS US WRAPPED AROUND HIS FINGER. THE AUDACITY 😤

CHANEL X JIMIN LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN AND OMG THAT SELFIE THAT DROPPED?? SIR???? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?? I MEAN YES BH SAID LET'S DROP SELFIES IN BULK BUT THAT ONE PICTURE OF HIM IN BLACK(GREY? I DONT KNOW FHSKKAJF) WITH THE SHIRTS UNBUTTONED!!! THEM COLLARBONES ARE FREE AND THEY'RE THRIVING IN THE OPEN IN THAT ONE. ALSO HIS LIPS ARE SO PRETTY. OH GOD LITERALLY HE HAS THAT COCKY SMIRK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE KNOWS HE DOES HOT BOY SHIT LIKE SHUT UP OK YOU CANT DO THAT JAIL FOR U NDNSLSKAJJW

SUCH A FUCKING TEASE THATS RIGHT!! EVEN STRAIGHT MEN?? BRO LIKE HOW DO YOU HAVE ALL GENDERS JUST TRIPPING OVER THEMSELVES FOR YOU IT'S INSANE AND OMG MISS SHIVI HAVE YOU SEEN THAT ONE CLIP IN WHICH JIMIN HOLDS HIS GAZE WITH THESE MEN WHO LOOK AT HIM (i think it was bon voyage?) and when they cross each other he JUST SMIRKS AND RUNS HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR LIKE YEAH OK ALEXA PLAY I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT. AND YES I'LL LISTEN TO EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY ANYTIME 💗💗

12PM KST IS THE HOLY HOUR I TELL YOU ALTHOUGH I REMEMBER WAITING THE NIGHT BEFORE BE CAME OUT WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO COME AND BH WAS JUST LIKE "yea...no" OMG THAT'S AWESOME YOUR COUSIN'S VISITING YOU

HHFJDOSO YEAH IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE THEY DID THE JUMP ALTHOUGHHHH I'M POSITIVE THEY'LL DO SMTH COOL LIKE THAT IN THEIR CONCERTS BECAUSE THEIR PERFORMANCE QUALITY IS JUST.. THROUGH THE ROOF IT'S CRAZY!! WHEN THE PERFORM WINGS?? LIKE HOLY SHIT NO CHOREO NO POSITIONS JUST BTS RUNNING AROUND THE STAGE MAKING THE CROWD GO FERAL I LOVE EVERY WINGS PERFORMANCE SO MUCH MY SEROTONIN LEVELS ARE ALWAYS AT A HIGH THEN. OOHH MY GODDD BS&T IS REALLY THAT BITCH!!!! WHO'S DOING IT LIKE HER TODAY NO ONE IS EXACTLY. AND NOOOO I TOTALLY GET IT WE THINK ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH THAT ACCIDENT HAS THE SAME EFFECT ON ME. IF ONLY YOU'D TOLD ME THEN IN 2016 THAT THAT ACCIDENT WAS THE START OF SO MANY I'D BE PREPARED FOR EVERYTHING THAT FOLLOWED (see: him basically stripping himself that one serendipity performance. holy shit.)

FOR REAL THO CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED OUT OF NOWHERE AND DO YOU REMEMBER JIMIN SAYINF uUH iM nOt wORkInG oN a SoLo SoNg aT ThE mOmEnT heHe LIKE ALL MEN DO IS LIE OK AT THIS POINT. BYE. YES TAEHYUNG DID WARN US BUT ARMYS (LIKE MYSELF) PUT THEIR CLOWN WIGS ON AND THOUGHT IT WAS KTH1 LMAO. OMG I HOPE YOU DON'T SLEEP THROUGH ANY OF THEIR UPCOMING SONG RELEASES BUT I'M SURE IT'S THE BEST FEELING TO WAKE UP TO CHECK YOUR NOTIFS AND SEE "Big Hit Labels" BECAUSE THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE FIREEE. DUDE SERIOUSLY I NEED JIMIN TO GO LIVE AGAIN (although we've been well fed by namjoon for now🤧😌💗) LIKE THAT ONE YT LIVE WHERE HE SAID "O...M...G" SHUT UP STOP BEING SO CUTE I'M DHJSWLIFJWKALS

LMAO OKAY YEAH THAT'S VALID YOUR BLOG THEME IS BASICALLY ✨jimin✨ AND I LOVE THAT IT REALLY GRAVITATED ME AND YOUR URL OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD YOUR BRAINNN 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

YES YES YES JIMIN IS SO PERFECT AND THE SOCK DOODLESSS 😭😭😭 oooo so when did you get into giffing? how did you start? BROOOOO YOUR URL'S ORIGIN STORY. I LOVE IT WOW YES IT'S DEFINITELY GOT THE REQUIRED ✨pazzaz✨

NOOO OMG THIS URL IS YOUR BRAND LIKE YOU'RE A LEGEND ON ARMYBLR I LOVE IT SO MUCH. BUT STILL!! IT'S YOUR CHOICE AT THE END 💖

OMG QUARANTINE DID IT'S ONE GOOD JOB AND GOT YOU INTO BANGTAN YAY. OMG YOU AND MISS LIFEGOESMON ARE FRIENDSS??? LEGENDS INTERACTING THIS IS SO COOL. LMAO THE PARADIGM SHIFT YOU MUST'VE FELT FROM LISTENING TO STAY GOLD (WHICH BTW THE MV...THE LITERAL CUTEST OH GOD THE LITTLE DOG AND JIMIN'S LITTLE SMILES DHSJAOWO) TO THEN GOING TO BST IN WHICH JIMIN IS BASICALLY STRIPPING AND JUNGKOOK IS UPSIDE DOWN LMAOOO. YES BS&T HAS EVERYONE HOOKED THE POWERRRR. YOU FALLING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WITH YOUR FRIEND'S ASSISTANCE OH GOD THIS IS SO CUTE 💓 EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM 🥺🥺🥺

AAAAH OKAY MY STORY ISN'T AS INTERESTING AS YOURS IS BUT IN 2016 BASICALLY ALL I KNEW OF KPOP WAS GANGNAM STYLE AND WASNT WILLING TO CUANGE THAT PERCEPTION (FOOL BEHAVIOUR I TELL YOU) AND WAS TOO BUSY OBSESSING OVER ONE DIRECTION'S REUNION AND SO ONE NIGHT (THE NIGHT BEFORE JIMIN'S BIRTHDAY 🤧🤧) I JUST STUMBLED UPON THEIR BS&T TEARS MV AND I HEARD IT AND I WAS LIKE OMG!! THIS IS THAT SUPER ADDICTIVE SONG THAT I'D HEARD SOMEWHERE AND IT JUST SPIRALLED FROM THERE I REMEMBER SEEING JIMIN AND BEING LIKE 👀👀👀👀 WHO IS HE I LIKE HIM AND JUST HIS AURA DREW ME IN SOOO MUCH AND WHEN I WAS GETTING INTO THEM I REMEMBER WRITING THEIR NAMES IN MY NOTES TO SEE IF I COULD REMEMBER 🤧 AND I STILL HAVE THAT NOTE FROM 4+ YEARS AGO 💓 AND YEAH BASICALLY SEEING THEM DO ALL THE MUSIC SHOWS AND STUFF AT THE TIME WAS SO COOOL AND MIND YOU BH DIDN'T HAVE SUBS FOR BANGTAN BOMBS THEN SO WENT ON THESE SKETCHY DAILYMOTION TYPE SITES LOOKING FOR ALL THE CONTENT I COULD CHURN OUT LMAO

AND YES!! COURTESY OF YOU I DID WATCH SOME RUN EPS!! I WATCHED THEIR CANADA ONES SPEAKING OF WHICH I LOOOVE THAT PART WHERE THEY'RE DOING THAT SONG GUESSING THING IN THE MORNING AND JIMIN SAYS "are you cold?" 🥺🥺 TO TAE AND HUGS HIM URRHRHEHSJSJSH AND I ALSO SAW THE ONES WITH THE PUPPIES GODDDDD I LOVE THE PUPPIES ONE SO MUCH LITERALLY JUNGKOOK AND HIS DOG (MIRI?) OH MY GOD THAT LIL FLUFFER AND ADAM IS MY ICON WITH HOW HE JUST DID HIS OWN THING LMAO.

BUT ANYWAY!! DO YOU HAVE A FAVE ERA?? LIKE DO YOU EVER LOOK AT THEM AND GO "Damn I wish I was a fan then" BECAUSE HONESTLY I WISH I HAD STANNED THEM IN THEIR DOPE ERA BUT I DON'T THINK I WOULD HAVE SURVIVED JIMIN THEN DHKSOWID-💫

FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME!!!!!!! ITS OKAY!!!!!!!! I TOTALLY TOTALLY UNDERSTAND!!!!! AND YAYYYYY CONGRATS I HOPE THE FIRST LEG OF EXAMS WENT WELL <333333 AND OH MY GOD you’re gonna make me cry with the together baam goddddddd same one of my fave moments and jimin’s giggles after that 😭😭😭😭 my babies <3 :((((

that..... black suit selca....... that opened button...... like open one more dear sir who’s stopping you... just do it <33333 YEAH he totally needs to shut up with his i know im hot side it just kills me every single time 😭😭😭😭😭

LISTEN THAT BV3 MOMENT  S H O O K  ME OKAY????? THOSE GUYS LOOKED AT HIM AND HE WAS SO FUCKING SMUG ABOUT IT (AND HE SHOULD BE) AND THE WAY HE LICKED HIS LIPS AND RAN HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR????? LIKE HE KNOWS HE HAS EVERY SINGLE PERSON; NO MATTER WHAT GENDER; WRAPPED AROUND HIS LIL PINKY LIKE THAT???????

OH MY GOD ME TOO I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE THE WINGS STAGE AND WATCHING THEM HAVE SO MUCH FUN IS JUST SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVVVEEE THEIR ENERGY DURING THE SY TOUR MEDLEY WITH IDOL AND BAEPSAE AND FIRE AND DOPE ZSXDFGFCHGVJBHJN THEY JUST LOSE THEMSELVES IN THE CROWD AND THE MUSIC AND ITS JUST SO FUCKING SURREAL TO WATCH HOW MUCH THEY ENJOY DOING WHAT THEY DO!!!!! kinda makes me want to find that happiness and passion in whatever i do in my professional life <3 and LISTEN jimin said the break the soul commentary THAT HE COULD DO SERENDIPITY SHIRTLESS TOO. THE AUDACITY. HE SAID THAT WITH HIS WHOLE CHEST. 

YOU KNWO WHAT I THINK JIMIN WON’T GIVE US A HINT BEFORE DROPPING PJM1. HE’LL JUST DROP IT ONE FINE DAY OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE HE DROPPED PROMISE AND CHRISTMAS LOVE (i wasn’t here when he dropped promise but i read that on twitter sdfghjkl) AND NO PLS NO I DO N O T WANT TO SLEEP THROUGH JJK1 OR KTH1 OR PJM1 OR KSJ1 OR NAMGI MIXTAPE 3 OR HOBI MIXTAPE 2 OR ANYTHING BASICALLY YOU GET IT i had slept through dynamite cb because i had NO CLUE that they were gonna drop it at 1pm kst rather than 12 am kst. i was under the impression that since they dropped all the teaser pictures and the teaser itself as 12 am kst, the mv will drop at 12 am kst too. and I woke up like two hours after the mv dropped (which was almost noon my time) and i felt like A FUCKING FOOL AND I JUST 😭😭😭😭 NEVER WANT TO FEEL LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN 😭😭😭 

AND YES BABIE NEEDS TO COME LIVE SOON PLS I MISS HIM SO FUCKING MUCH :((((( AND HIS O...M.....G HAD MADE ME FUCKING SOBBBBBBBBBBB his yt live god he looked sooooooo fluffy with his hair and his tiny hands and his puppy eyes and soft voice im just so 😭😭😭😭😭😭

NO NONNONONONO PLEASE IM NO LEGEND DON’T SAY THAT IM EMBARRASSED im just a normal fangirl who makes okayish gifs 😭😭 and ok yes so i started giffing LONNNGGGGGG time back on a different public fan forum from my country but i never knew the right process and stuff so obviously the gifs were shitty lmao BUT ANYWAY i got into gifmaking PROPERLY this in july last year and obviously struggled a lot in the beginning because i didn’t know shit about colouring and stuff lmao but i kept practicing and even though im not perfect rn i do think that i got better. i love giffing tho. its such a nice creative outlet and whenever i gif the boys it brings me so much happiness :( <33

AND YES ASDFGHJKL ME AND HER ARE FRIENDS SINCE A VERY LONG TIME SDFGHJK LIKE LONG BEFORE BOTH OF US GOT INTO BTS SDFGHJ and ah yes the whiplash lmaooooooo and you’re right god the stay gold mv is SO FUCKING PRETTY THE COLOURS IN THAT ENTIRE MV HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND JIMIN AND TAE AND JOON WITH THE DOGGO JUST EVERYTHING SDFGHJK <3333333 AND BS&T DUDE I GIFFED THE MV YESTERDAY AND IM 💀💀💀💀💀 (like i just giffed jimin from the mv but i did watch the whole thing 5647589 times <333333) AND GUESS WHAT!!!!!! I WAS A LILLY SINGH FAN (IDK IF YOU KNOW HER SHE’S A YOUTUBER) BACK IN 2016 AND PEOPLE BACK THEN HAD REQUESTED HER TO REACT TO BS&T MV AND I HAD WATCHED HER REACTION VIDEO AND (although it didn’t stick with me back then because i was a fucking fool) I DID SOMEHOW REMEMBERED THE JIN AND STATUE KISSING MOMENT AND WHEN IN 2020 I SAW THE MV AND SAW THE KISSING MOMENT MY BRAIN JUST!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT I HAVE SEEN THIS BEFORE SOMEWHERE AND THEN I REMEMBERED I HAD SEEN THIS IN THE REACTION VIDEO LMAOOOOO i wish i hadn’t been a fool and gotten into them back then :((((

AH NO OMG YOUR STORY IS SOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEE ATLEAST YOU WEREN’T A FOOL LIKE ME TO NOT GET ATTRACTED TO BS&T THE FIRST TIME OF SEEING IT!!!! I WANNA HIT MY 2016 SELF LIKE DAMN YOU YOU FOOLISH ASSHOLE AND yes omg how did y’all do the subs thing damnnnnn i can’t imagine

AND YES THE CANADA RUN EPIS ARE LOOOVVVEEEE and that vmin moment plsssssss i cry everytime 😭😭😭😭😭 it is just so soft and innocent and tae’s little smile after jimin just turns around and hugs him 😔😔😔😔 i love soulmates 😔😔😔😔 AND MIRI YES OMG EVERYONE WAS SO IMPRESSED BY THE LITTLE CUTIE AND THE WAY JUNGKOOK JUST KEPT ADORING HER THROUGHOUT MADE ME SO SO SOFTTTT and bro adam is me. i am like that. lazy and un-motivated AF. although if i were a dog and jin were to be my owner i would listen to him so well and jump on him every chance i’d get 😌😌😌

GOD YES RED HAIR DOPE ERA JIMIN 💀 BABIE BUT MAKE IT SEXY 🥵🥵 AND OMG YESDGFHG MY FAVE ERA IS HYYH. ORANGE HAIRED JIMIN. PLS. HE’S EVERYTHING. I WISH I HAD GOTTEN INTO THEM DURING THAT. LIKE THAT ERA IS ..... SOMEHOW SO FUCKING WILD AND STILL SO ASSURING AND CALMING ????? KEEPS ME ROOTED LIKE IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN DFGHJKL AND WINGS TOO DAMN I WISH I WAS HERE TO LIVE ALL THOSE AMAZING ERAS. but even though i wish i had gotten into them earlier... i think i found them when i needed them the most. I was going through a very difficult time last year and they somehow they made me feel so fucking safe and at home that the connection was instant. honestly i’ve never stanned or felt a connection with any celebrity as strong as the one i feel with bangtan. its like... they don’t know i exist but they still know EXACTLY what im feeling and what to say or do at that time to make me feel comforted. Its weird god but its true :((( SORRY I GOT EMO I JUST LOVE THEM A LOT SDFGHJKL

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Infinitesimal (part 54)

Author’s note: This is a very, very long chapter! Don’t overthink why that is. Just enjoy. :)

Warnings: injury and illness, fear, claustrophobia, death mention, imprisonment, fear, fire mention

Word count: 7011

Infinitesimal Masterpost!

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Loan groaned, dragged unwillingly from sleep. He pressed his face further into his pillow even as his hand automatically snapped out to stop the alarm’s blaring. The room fell suddenly silent, leaving Logan alone with his obligation to rise for the day.

Logan peeled open his eyes and shoved back the blankets, shivering at their absence. His gaze drifted to the window, where he could see branches of frost dancing across the glass. The temperature must have dropped overnight, sooner than expected. That was unfortunate, especially since Logan had promised to help salt the sidewalks and parking lot where he worked this morning. The idea had been to get this done before the lot became one sheet of ice. It wasn’t actually even his job; but one of the two people whose job it normally was was taking some time off; and the other person, Ahmed, had bad knees. Logan had felt the need to step up. In Logan’s opinion, Ahmed probably shouldn’t have been doing this sort of work at all.

Logan sat up in bed, stretching and biting back a yawn. He slid his legs over the edge of the bed. The floor was cool against his bare feet.

Still clad in his pajamas, he padded out into the hall, where he paused to increase the temperature on the thermostat by a few degrees. If the apartment felt chilly to him, then the “mouse-men” were sure to be feeling the cold; and Roman was generally a fan of warmer temperatures as well.

With that done, Logan continued getting ready for work. He showered, brushed his teeth, and got dressed, all rather quickly. After that, he stopped by the living room to check on the “mouse-men” (he really did need to ask if there was another term they preferred to be called by—he doubted Roman’s “mouse-man” moniker was what they used to refer to themselves). He went to the doorway, one hand raised to knock, then paused. All three of their guests were lying down; still asleep, from the look of it. Each of them was bundled in blankets, he noticed, Patton and Virgil huddled together beside Emile’s bed. Logan hesitated, then lowered his hand and turned away. He’d just text Roman so that he would know to give them breakfast when he woke up, as well as to offer them additional blankets.

In the kitchen, since he was alone, he put together a simple, quick breakfast of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal, plain other than a dash of cinnamon. He downed both, cleaned the bowl, mug, and spoon, and set out.

…

“Thanks for doing this, kid. You didn’t have to.”

Logan straightened with a huff, his arms wrapped around the heavy bag of sidewalk salt he was clinging to. “I wanted to help. It’s no trouble.”

Ahmed, standing at his side, looked disbelieving. “It’s colder than my ex-wife’s heart out here, and you say it’s no trouble?”

Logan shrugged as best he could as they walked from the supply closet to the front sidewalk. “I was referring more specifically to the time commitment.”

“Well. Trouble or not, I appreciate it.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault Marie’s away.”

Ahmed sighed, watching as Logan deposited the bag on the ground beside the other one. He handed Logan one of the plastic cups he used to scoop up the salt, then bent to open the bags. “I just wish we’d gotten this done with before everything froze over.”

“We couldn’t have known. The forecast said it wouldn’t happen until tonight. I do suppose it would have been expedient to do this early, in case of this situation; but it’s too late now.”

“Ah, those blasted weathermen. You’d think with all those fancy do-dads they’ve got nowadays, they could get one weather broadcast right.”

“Well, it all comes down to probability. The probability was higher that this wouldn’t happen today. Unfortunately that didn’t translate into reality.”

“Probability,” Ahmed snorted.

…

Logan took a methodical approach to the work. He did his best to spread the salt as evenly as possible, both to maximize the area to be cleared of ice and to ration the supply of salt. They only had so much, and he knew they needed to make sure it lasted. Ahmed, who was working on the other half of the parking lot, glanced over occasionally, clearly wanting to check on how Logan was doing. Understandable, especially since if Logan did an inadequate job, it would be blamed on Ahmed.

“Hey, Logan,” the other man called when they were about half finished.

Logan paused and straightened, putting his gloved hands in his armpits to keep them warm. “Yes?”

“Try to put more of that stuff where people walk. Less where they don’t. It’ll get kicked around, anyway, and that’s where it’s more important to have less ice. The middle of someone’s car isn’t going to slip. Here, lemme show you what I mean.” Ahmed started over, moving slowly over the center of the lot, which they hadn’t gotten to yet. Logan took a moment to rub his hands together, tugging on his gloves to adjust how they covered his hands. “See, you want to—Woah!”

There was a loud thump, and Logan’s head snapped up in surprise.

Ahmed was on the ground.

Logan gasped and hurried over as fast as he dared, his boots threatening to slip on the ice and send him sprawling as well. That was the last thing they needed. “Ahmed, are you okay?”

The man lifted up one arm as if to wave him off. “Good—I’m good. Just knocked the… wind right out of me.”

Logan reached his side, already looking him over. “Can you stand?”

“Yeah.” He started to sit up, then grimaced. “Think I hurt my knees.”

“How badly?”

Ahmed rubbed at one, looking displeased. “Well, I’d probably know if it wasn’t an icebox out here. Numbs everything, you know.”

“Fair,” Logan conceded. “Let’s get you inside, and we can make sure you’re okay.”

It took some effort, but they got Ahmed back on his feet. The ice and Ahmed’s bad knees did not help the process. Ahmed put one arm around Logan’s shoulders, and he slowly helped the older man across the ice.

“I can finish the rest of the parking lot,” Logan said as they shuffled towards the building. “Don’t worry.”

Ahmed sighed, sounding reluctant but resigned. “Thank you.”

…

Roman woke up to soft music playing from the bedside table. He rolled over onto his back and stretched, sighing audibly. He opened his eyes and lay there for a moment, looking up at the off-white ceiling, before finally reaching for his phone and quieting the alarm.

Normally he would lie in bed awhile longer, checking Instagram and Twitter and such and generally wasting time; but that tradition had been more or less abandoned recently. Now that he and Logan had their little friends (well, he liked to think of the mouse-men as his friends, at least), he was more motivated to get up right away.

He was about to put his phone back on the table when he noticed a pair of unread texts from Logan. He took a second to clear his throat, then flicked the notification with his thumb. The messages had been sent just before he left home, judging by the timestamps.

That Nerd: They haven’t had breakfast yet. Please provide that and ask if they require extra blankets. It’s very cold today.

That Nerd: Also, be sure to wear a coat when you leave. The high today is 28F.

Roman sighed through his nose, annoyed at the cold temperatures, but also amused that Logan felt the need to clarify that he was using Fahrenheit. (Although, he supposed that insisting on using Celsius because most of the world did, despite no one else using it outside the scientific community in their country, was just the sort of thing that Logan might do. Not that he was going to mention that and give his nerd any ideas.)

With that thought, Roman tossed the phone back on the table and rolled out of bed. He got ready for the day, making his work uniform look as stylish as such a thing could. He put on some makeup to complete the look—Just a touch; nothing flashy. Besides, who would want to hide those freckles?

He double checked his look in the mirror, then grabbed a handful of the scrap fabric from his dwindling supply, and went to see the mouse-men.

They were already awake when he arrived, sitting together. They stopped talking and glanced over as Roman approached, but he knocked anyway.

“Hi,” he said, smiling brightly. “How are you three this fine morning?” He didn’t expect a response, so he just continued, “I’m going to get you guys breakfast in a sec, but I wanted to ask, do you need any more blankets? It’s pretty cold out today.”

They looked at each other. Patton shrugged. “We’re okay,” he piped up.

Roman hummed. “Well, just in case—I already have them with me, so I can just put them on the table. If you guys want them, they’ll be there. And if you don’t, that’s fine too,” he added, so that they hopefully didn’t feel obligated to take them.

The mouse-men watched while he approached and put the fabric scraps on the table, a short distance away. He took a couple of steps back.

“Any requests for breakfast?” he asked.

…

Ahmed ended up taking the rest of the day off. His knees were worse for wear, and he and Logan were pretty sure he’d have some bruises on his back the next day. Since the weather wasn’t going to get much better, they’d decided it was for the best. Their boss wouldn’t mind, either, as long as the most important parts of his work got done.

It could have been much worse. Ahmed would likely be sore in the coming days, but he hadn’t broken anything. He’d gotten lucky, if anyone who fell on the ice in a parking lot could be called lucky.

Logan finished the rest of the parking lot and the sidewalk by himself, taking great care with how he walked to avoid an encore of the earlier incident and trying to follow the advice Ahmed had given him about how to place the salt. He was perfectly content to do so, even with the cold and the wind that started to pick up as the sun rose higher in the sky. He was just glad Ahmed would be okay.

…

Work sucked.

Perhaps Roman could have come up with a more eloquent way to describe it; but, well… it was true. Work sucked. It just did. He missed his old manager, and he hated that he had to work at all. He was supposed to be on winter break, wasn’t he? It wasn’t much of a break if he had to work.

It didn’t help his mood that the new manager, Martin, seemed to dislike him. Despite Roman’s protestations, Martin put him outside, bringing in shopping carts. It was a job that might not have been so bad another time of year, but was now almost unenviable. When Roman informed the new manager that he was usually just on a cash register, not outside, the man had just shrugged and said, “Not today,” in a tone that invited no argument.

So, Roman had to work outside for most of the morning, corralling stray shopping carts and bringing them all back inside for ungrateful customers doing last-minute Christmas shopping to snatch with an entitled snap of “about time!” or a sarcastic “thank you”. Or, more often, no acknowledgement at all.

He wished he had brought a scarf too huddle into; but unfortunately, he only had his coat. Roman had thought the scarf was in his car, but he couldn’t find it. He must have left it at home. Perhaps he could have made sure he had it before he came to work; but in his defense, he had been expecting to be working on the cash register—like he did almost every other shift—not outside.

The cold air did no favors for his still-sensitive lungs. It made him cough, and agitated his asthma. He tried stalling each time he went inside, waiting until he needed to grab more carts; but the business of the season meant that he and the other unfortunate employees corralling carts couldn’t delay too long.

Roman took his break earlier than usual that day, hiding out in the break room with a cup of hot chocolate (he would be forever thankful to the coworker who brought in the packets that day; usually they just had cheap coffee and sometimes lemonade). He was a rather out of breath from all the work outside in the cold. Maybe after his break, he told himself, he could sneak off back to a register. Let someone else bring in the shopping carts.

No such luck.

When Roman came out of the break room, there Martin was, arms folded, looking annoyed. And Roman was sent back outside.

…

“You sure about this?” Virgil asked, not for the first time.

Emile laughed, only somewhat strained. “Yeah, V, I’m sure. It’s a little late to turn back, don’cha think?”

“No,” he defended, ducking his head. “It’s not too late until you get hurt. Again.”

They had just gotten Emile out of the box that served as his bed, with the intention of letting him walk around again while the humans were gone. Like before, he was leaning on Patton, Virgil just behind them and holding onto Emile’s splinted tail to keep it from dragging.

Emile fell silent for a second, then said, “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

Virgil gave a disgruntled sound in response.

“I’m sure it’ll be okay, kiddo,” Patton offered. “Everyone’s being careful, aren’t we?”

Virgil shook his head. “Fine, fine. I’m outnumbered. Let’s get this over with.”

They started walking, going just as slowly as they had before. Virgil, using one of the new crutches Emile had given him, had to adjust how he normally walked, which only made him more anxious. The crutches were great, obviously, and let him have a larger range of motion. It was only their newness that added to his anxiety.

(He didn’t want to switch to his old ones, though, and risk making Emile think he didn’t appreciate the hard work his brother had put into such a thoughtful gift.)

They finished the second lap of the table while Virgil was still trapped in his own buzz of anxiety, the same number they had done the last time they had let Emile stretch his legs. When he realized they were back where they had started, Virgil felt some of the tension leave his frame.

“One more,” Emile said.

“What?” Virgil said, immediately tensing again.

“I can do another,” he insisted.

“Only if you’re sure,” Patton said, studying him.

“I don’t think we should risk it,” Virgil argued, frowning.

“Let’s do it,” Emile said, already taking another step. Virgil groaned, but he didn’t complain further.

They were about halfway through this third lap when Emile jerked to a stop.

“You okay?” Patton asked.

“What’s wrong?” Virgil demanded at the same time.

“Fine, just—dizzy, kinda,” Emile said. He squeezed his good eye shut for a second. Patton tightened his grip on him, looking uncertain.

“Okay, we’re done,” Virgil said, inching closer but not letting go of Emile’s tail. “Come on.”

They made to turn back towards Emile’s bed, and the injured little’s knees buckled. Patton squeaked and caught him. Virgil lunged forward, then abruptly stopped himself when it was clear Patton had him; and Virgil couldn’t do much without dropping his tail.

Patton murmured something to Emile. Emile jerkily nodded once, and Patton glanced back at Virgil before saying, “We’re okay. We’ll just take it one step at a time.”

With difficulty, the three littles struggled towards the box that served as Emile’s bed. Patton bore most of Emile’s weight. His legs threatened to give again along the way, making Virgil’s heartrate skyrocket; but they made it back without further incident. The moment when they finally lowered Emile gently back inside couldn’t have come soon enough.

“Sorry,” Emile gasped, letting his head rest against the blankets. “I thought I could do it.”

Virgil shook his head.

“No harm done, right?” Patton said, looking between them.

“There could have been,” Virgil pointed out. “He could have passed out, or fallen and hurt himself even worse—”

“But he didn’t,” Patton argued. “It’s okay. Virge, he’s fine.”

Virgil glared off to one side, at the table.

“Come on, kiddo. Let’s let him rest. It’s okay.”

Virgil put his face in one hand, but he nodded, and let Patton pull him away to sit at Emile’s side, rather than practically on top of him.

“Sorry,” Emile repeated, sounding exhausted.

“It’s fine,” Virgil said into his hand. “Just—don’t do that to me again.”

…

Roman was very glad to finally be home. He just wanted to curl up in bed with a mug of tea and a good movie on his phone. And maybe some candy. He should see if they had any in the cabinet.

As he walked up to the building, he waved to the landlord, who was putting salt on the sidewalk leading up to the door. There had already been salt laid down that morning, but Joan was generally very thorough with that sort of thing. Joan paused to wave back.

“How’s it going?” they asked.

Roman paused to cough into his sleeve. Stupid manager, making him work outside. “Fine,” he said. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” They smiled at him. “Have a good night.”

“You too.”

The single flight of stairs he had to climb to reach the apartment felt like much more work than it had any right to, and Roman was a little out of breath by the time he finally reached the landing. As he dug out his keys, he took the time to clear his throat and paste a smile onto his face before he fumbled the key in the lock and pushed the door open.

“Fear not!” he called brightly. “I have arrived!”

“Hey, Roman,” a voice responded from within. “How was work?”

Roman kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his coat as he walked around the corner. “Work was…”

Logan, sitting at the kitchen table with a book, looked up at him. His head tilted slightly as he took in Roman’s less-than-regal appearance.

Roman’s shoulders slumped. “Work sucked.”

Logan chuckled. “Have a seat,” he offered, nudging one of the other chairs out with his foot.

Roman shoved his keys in his pocket and walked over, sitting down as dramatically as possible, while avoiding making too much noise for the sake of their sensitive guests in the neighboring room. He leaned forward and let his forehead rest on the table, ignoring the fact that he was out of breath again from his own dramatics. “So how was your early-morning shift?” he asked the table.

Logan set down his book, and a muffled thump told Roman that he’d put his elbow on the table, probably resting his head on his hand. “Ahmed fell,” he shared.

Roman glanced up. “He did?”

Logan nodded, keeping his head on his hand. “He’ll be fine. He was relatively unharmed. He slipped while we were salting the parking lot, and he couldn’t catch himself before he fell. He has bad knees, as I’ve probably mentioned before.”

“But he’s okay?”

“Yes. Simply some bruises to his back, and probably to his ego. He took the rest of the day off.”

Roman sighed, putting his head back on the table. He wished he could have taken the day off. Although it was debatable whether that was worth falling on ice. “I got to spend lots of time outside today, too.”

“I thought you were a cashier.”

Roman shrugged. “New guy says otherwise. Had me collecting carts.”

“Hm.” Logan shifted. “Does he know about your asthma?”

“I don’t think so. I didn’t tell him, anyway.” He didn’t go around announcing that he was asthmatic to everyone he met, after all.

“Is it giving you trouble?”

“I’ll be fine,” Roman promised. “It’s just annoying. It’ll be better tomorrow.”

“Still, it might be best to take tomorrow off to be safe. It’s supposed to be just as cold. It’s your last day before the new year, regardless, isn’t it?”

It was. Roman let his shoulders droop. “Probably a good idea,” he mumbled into the wood.

“What was that?”

“I said you had a good idea, you dork,” Roman said, lifting his head to stick his tongue out at his roommate.

Logan smirked lightly, picking up his book. Roman suspected he had heard him the first time, after all.

…

Roman lay on his stomach in bed, his feet kicking back and forth in the air. His phone sat on the comforter in front of him, the contact for the store he worked at already pulled up. He muffled a cough, then hit the call button. And he waited.

It rang. Once. Twice.

“Hello, thank you for calling. This is Martin speaking.”

Just his luck.

“You know, you should say the name of the store when you answer calls,” Roman couldn’t help but advise. “This is Roman, by the way.”

Martin paused. “Oh, Roman…. Sorry, remind me who you are? It’s hard to keep names straight yet.”

It would be especially hard to keep Roman’s name straight, he wanted to say; but he figured that now wasn’t the time for a gay joke. “Roman Reyes. I worked today. Nine to five.”

There was a rustle of papers. “Ah, there you are. Yes. Did you need something?”

“I have to call out sick for tomorrow.”

Martin was silent for a beat. “For tomorrow.”

Roman’s feet stopped swinging at his tone. “…Yeah.”

“How do you know you’re going to be sick tomorrow, exactly?”

Roman supposed that was a fair point, but he still felt indignant at the implied accusation. “I can feel it coming,” he said. “If I go to work tomorrow it’s just going to get worse. I can’t go in.”

More papers rustled. “It says here tomorrow is your last day for the year, anyway.”

“Well… yeah, but—”

“I just don’t see how I can approve a day off because you think you might be sick tomorrow, and you have the next week off; and it says… right here… that you took quite a bit of time off just last week.”

Roman sank into himself.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yep,” Roman said, defeated.

“Great. Have a good night.”

The call ended. Roman groaned, flopping down on the bed.

…

Roman walked into the living room to find Logan fiddling with the DVD player.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked, wincing as one of the words came out rather wheezy.

“Setting up the player,” Logan responded. “Emile and Patton requested more of your show, Avatar: The Last Airbender.”

Roman glanced over at the mouse-men, who were watching him with varying degrees of nervousness, welcome, and wariness.

“You were going to watch it without me?” he pouted, directing the question at his roommate.

“No, of course not,” Logan said, straightening as the intro sequence began to play on the screen. “I had assumed you would return as soon as I finished with this. And I was correct.”

Roman shrugged and went to sit on the sofa.

“Something wrong?” Logan asked, watching him.

“Mr. Manager Man said no,” he sighed. “I have to work tomorrow.”

Logan nodded, looking displeased but not overly surprised. “Well, on the bright side, it is only one day.”

“Yeah. Yay, me.”

Logan sat down beside him and handed him the remote. “Just tell him you have to work inside for your health. It shouldn’t be too bad. There are other employees who can handle the shopping carts.”

Roman nodded, then put a smile on his face. “Well! Moping is overrated.” He looked over at the table where the mouse-men sat, waiting. “Would one of you care to remind me where we left off?”

There was a long, slightly awkward pause, until Patton shifted and said, “The one after… Um, we were about to watch the one with—with the storm.”

“Oooh, that’s a good one,” Roman said, perking up. “So much better than The Great Divide.” Usually he skipped that episode altogether, since it was rather uninspired; but the mouse-men had a right to see all of the episodes. Plus, you could argue that it made The Storm and The Blue Spirit, some of his favorite episodes, look even better.

He hit play, ready to let the Gaang make him forget his troubles for a while.

“Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony….”

…

Roman paused the show as the credits for The Fortuneteller began, turning to the mouse-men with a serious (although he hoped not frightening) expression.

“So,” he said conspiratorially, “if you guys could bend an element, which one would you pick?”

A beat passed.

“Element?” Virgil asked slowly, watching him warily.

“Yeah! You know, air, water, earth, fire….”

Virgil frowned, glancing at his companions before turning back to Roman. “Fire.”

Roman blinked. “Really?”

“No.”

“Ah.”

“Fire sucks. You’d just burn stuff. Plus, they’re the bad guys. Who wants to be a bad guy?”

“Well, I think bending fire would be pretty neat. Iroh bends it, and he’s not a bad guy, right? And there’s Roku, and Aang’s friend Kuzon—”

“Who probably grew up to join the Fire Nation Army.”

Roman whined at him, then looked at the mouse-man beside him. “What about you, Patster?”

Patton shifted, seeming uncertain. He had a couple of false starts before saying, “I’d… um… air, maybe?” He made a face. “But that would mean I’m dead….”

Roman waved a hand dismissively. “We’re ignoring canon. If you want to be an airbender, you can be an airbender.”

Patton brightened slightly.

“I would like to fly,” Emile admitted, his voice very soft. Roman just caught his words.

“Exactly,” Patton beamed, gratified.

“I think I’d pick fire,” Roman said, earning a snort from Virgil. “What? Think of the possibilities. You’d never need a light again. Plus, it’s the element of passion.”

“And destruction.”

“Well, air could be, too. Tornadoes are a thing. And there’s hurricanes, for water… Earthquakes….”

Virgil looked unimpressed.

“Well, what would you bend, then? And no more sarcastic answers!”

Virgil stared at him for a second, his arms folded. “Water,” he said finally.

“Oh?” Roman said curiously.

“So I could put out your fires.”

“Oh.”

“I think water suits you, Virge,” Patton said. “You could be like Katara!”

“What about you, Pocketwatch?” Roman asked, turning to Logan.

Logan looked mildly surprised. “Me?”

“Yeah! You don’t get out of this just because you’re Mister Serious, mister.”

Logan looked thoughtful. “…Earth,” he settled on.

“You don’t have to pick that just because no one else has,” Roman reminded him.

“I am aware. I simply believe that earth is the most… me, I suppose.”

“Awesome. So we’ve got yours truly, the firebender, an earthbender, two airbenders, and our fire extinguisher over there.”

“Who’d be the avatar?” Patton asked.

“Me, obviously,” said Emile. He gave no explanation.

Roman nodded seriously, then grinned. “Glad we’ve got that settled,” he said, before resuming the show.

…

“Got enough blankets?” Virgil asked, adjusting how a few of them lay over his brother.

“Yep,” Emile answered, tugging one up slightly with his good hand.

Virgil sat back, glancing him over. “Good… What about you, Pat?”

Patton, who was setting up his and Virgil’s bed on the box lid, paused. “We should be good, kiddo,” he answered, looking down at the collection of fabric. Even if they needed more, Roman had brought plenty to choose from.

Virgil joined him, and they lay down together, Patton laying partially on top of Virgil—something that Virgil had insisted he didn’t mind—because of the lack of extra space. It was still strange, sleeping in a human apartment; and Patton knew that this was especially true for Virgil and Emile; but they were getting used to it.

“Good night,” Patton murmured.

“Good night,” two soft voices responded.

Patton closed his eyes, only to open them a moment later, confused.

It was still dark, but Virgil was gone, as were the soft blankets they had been lying under. Patton was alone.

He pushed himself to sit up, then paused at a metallic clinking noise. He looked down at his wrists—or rather, at the heavy metal shackles that covered them. They glinted in the dimness, attached to thick chains that trailed off to either side of him.

“What…”

As if the sound were a cue, the chains suddenly pulled taught, forcing Patton’s arms apart. He was pulled unceremoniously to his feet, and his head brushed a low ceiling.

“No, no, no,” he whimpered, realizing suddenly that he was trapped in a very small space, the wall barely a millimeter away from his face. “No, no, no, no, no.”

He pulled on the chains, the shackles biting harshly into his wrists, to no avail.

“Let me out, let me out, let me out!” he cried, tugging harder and harder. For all they gave, he might as well have not been trying at all.

Distantly, Patton realized he could hear laughter. His cries immediately cut off.

The laughter grew closer. It was high pitched, and sadistic, and horribly familiar. Patton felt cold.

“Marissa,” he whispered, the word barely audible above the buzzing in his ears.

“I want to play,” she announced, her voice suddenly booming. Patton jolted, but the chains held him fast, unyielding.

The floor of his prison vibrated, and Patton swallowed. He wrapped his hands around the chains, trembling, afraid.

The floor vanished.

Patton fell with a shriek, the chains abruptly breaking his fall, leaving him dangling over a roiling, turbulent ocean that stretched as far as he could see in every direction. The sky was black, just as oppressive as the prison before, starless and empty. The only light came from the sea below, which seemed illuminated by an impossible, intrinsic glow. Patton looked up, to where the chains stretched away into eternity. He knew, he just knew, that somewhere far above, Marissa held his fate in her pudgy fists.

The laughter grew louder, and louder, and louder, as the shackles began to creak, and they began to slip from his wrists, and his fingertips ghosted over the chains as they fell away, leaving him to plummet towards the abyss below….

…

Virgil was startled awake by a sudden thrashing at his side, a terrified cry lighting every one of his nerves on fire. He bolted upright just in time to see Patton free himself from the blankets and stumble away, breathing harshly, nearly falling in his haste. Virgil’s chest ached where he had accidentally elbowed him.

Emile stirred with a tired, questioning sound, seeming alarmed.

“Shh, it’s fine,” Virgil murmured, pushing off his own blankets and keeping his eyes fixed on their distressed friend. “Go back to sleep.”

Emile shifted slightly to look towards where Patton had gone as Virgil grabbed his crutches and got up to follow him. Patton had moved away towards the most open area of the table, still flitting about in agitation. Virgil hesitantly approached. “Patton, come here, it’s okay—” He gently took the other’s hands, only for Patton to yank them both away like he’d been burned, nearly taking out Virgil’s crutches from beneath him in the process.

“No, no, no,” he said, holding them close and backing away. He shook his head rapidly.

Virgil held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, that’s fine. I’ll stay right here. Pat, it’s okay. You’re safe.”

Patton took a shaky breath, shaking his head again and backing away another inch. His tail was tucked close to his body, the tip of it flicking back and forth fervently. Normally, after a nightmare, Patton wanted to be held, to be comforted. That was apparently not the case this time.

“Pat, it was just a nightmare. You’re here with me and Em. You’re fine.”

Patton just shook his head again.

Virgil glanced back towards Emile, who he could tell was listening, but who couldn’t watch them from this angle. He lowered his hands and backed up a step or two.

“Patton, let’s just sit down, okay? I’ll stay over here. Let’s just try to relax.” As if to demonstrate, Virgil slowly lowered himself down into a seated position, setting his crutches at either side.

Patton paced for a moment longer, glancing occasionally towards Virgil; but he seemed to be calming down as the seconds passed and it sank in that whatever he had dreamed had not translated into reality.

“Don’t wanna be trapped,” he said quietly, ducking his head.

“Okay.” Virgil said softly. “Not trapped. That’s fine. Nobody’s going to trap you.”

Patton rubbed his wrists, looking down at them. He seemed relieved, like he had expected to find something else there, marring those thin, pale arms.

Virgil waited, trying to be patient, but inwardly seething with anger and worry on Patton’s behalf. Eventually, Patton sat down, too; but he didn’t try to come any closer; and he still seemed ready to spring to his feet at any second, like he might need to escape.

“There you go,” Virgil softly praised.

Patton swallowed, glancing towards Virgil again. Virgil did his best to look supportive.

They sat there for a long time in near silence. It was clear that Patton didn’t want to go back to sleep, and that he was feeling rather claustrophobic; so Virgil stayed away. Still, he wanted Patton to know that he was there for him.

Emile fell asleep before too long, exhausted as he was from his earlier misadventure, but Virgil stayed put even as the hours stretched on.

Finally, just as the dark sky was beginning to lighten, Patton quietly got up and came back over to Virgil, hugging himself. He sat down about an inch away.

“Sorry,” he murmured, not meeting Virgil’s eyes.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” Virgil reminded him.

…

The next morning, as usual, Logan went to check on the “mouse-men”. He brought their breakfast and another change of bandages for Emile with him.

“Is everything okay?” he asked as he set down the supplies, glancing between the three of them. Something felt amiss. Patton and Virgil were sitting together, as usual; but they both appeared rather exhausted; and Emile seemed… off, as well. Patton seemed to be exhibiting the most atypical behavior of the three.

“It’s fine,” Virgil said immediately, not surprising Logan in the slightest with this response. He immediately sat up straighter, as if challenging Logan to dare disbelieve him.

Logan paused, then nodded to himself. “Well. If you decide you need anything, feel free to let me know. I’ll be in the kitchen for most of the morning, reading.”

“Yeah. Sure. We’ll do that,” Virgil said, in a tone that suggested he had no plans to do any such thing.

“Right.” Logan stepped back. He glanced them over, then cleared his throat quietly. “I trust you remember how to properly change his bandages?”

“We’re not stupid,” Virgil said. “We’ve done it enough times by now.”

“That’s true,” he conceded. “I’ll leave you, then, as long as you’re sure you need nothing else.” He glanced at Patton as he said this.

Patton glanced up, and nodded a couple of times before turning his face away.

Logan licked his lips, promised to return in a half hour for their dishes, and left them alone.

…

Logan reached up to turn on the light over the table. The sun was beginning to go down, and it wouldn’t do to strain his eyes by attempting to read in the dark.

Several more minutes passed, quiet other than the occasional turning of pages, before he heard the front door open.

“Roman,” he greeted, looking up from his book.

“Hi, nerd,” Roman said, coming into view. He kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, which fell to the floor before he could grab it, taking his scarf with it.

Both of them stared at the fallen garment. Roman made no move to pick it up. He looked back at Logan, sighing. “I’m going to take a nap,” he announced.

Logan nodded, closing his book. “I’ll see you at dinner,” he said. “I found a new curry recipe I want to try.”

Roman nodded and plodded off to his room, and Logan set his book aside. He went to the door, picked up Roman’s discarded coat, scarf, and shoes, and put them in their proper places.

…

Tomorrow was Christmas Eve.

Roman had mixed feelings about this fact.

Christmas had always been his favorite holiday. He had fond memories of childhood Christmases; of racing downstairs with his brother to try to be the first one to open a present; of big, lovingly put together family breakfasts; of afternoons building snowmen; and of evenings watching Christmas movies, eating hand-frosted sugar cookies, and playing with their new toys. When he grew older, Roman had loved the holiday just as much, with the way he got to spend more time with family, and the way their faces would light up on Christmas morning when they opened a gift that he had gotten them (or more often, made). He loved the cookies, the movies, the snow, the hot chocolate, the decorations… so much about it.

But now… things weren’t quite the same. Roman and his family were in a rough patch, and Roman wouldn’t get to celebrate the holiday he way he wanted to. Now, he thought of those past Christmases with a pained, wistful nostalgia. He wouldn’t be spending the holiday with his own family; and Logan, who pretty much was his family by that point, didn’t care much for the holiday. He probably hadn’t even gotten Roman anything. There were the mouse-men, he supposed, but he doubted that they celebrated Christmas. He doubted even more that they would want to celebrate it with him.

Still, here Roman was, hiding presents in an air vent.

This was harder work than it would have normally been, giving the circumstances. Roman was wheezing, although he had thankfully managed to hide this fact from Logan when he got home. Dinner had been more difficult, but Roman had insisted on eating in his room, claiming he was working on something in there.

He was rather resentful of his job, and of Martin in particular, for their role in aggravating his asthma so soon after his recent trouble with it. He had asked repeatedly to be stationed inside, but he had still spent half the day wrangling shopping carts for ungrateful customers. He wanted nothing more than to lie down, catch his breath, and go to sleep, but he wanted to get these gifts properly hidden first. The last thing he needed was for Logan to find them and ruin the surprise. Not that his roommate made a habit of barging into his room uninvited, but he wanted to be extra careful.

The next few moments were a horrible collision of coincidence.

Roman had finished slipping the last present into the vent and was three-quarters of the way through screwing the cover back on. As he went to place the final screw, a bit of dust came free from the top of the vent, probably loosened by one of the gifts, and drifted down just as the air switched on, blowing it right in Roman’s face. Who happened to be in the middle of taking a breath.

Roman choked, rearing back, the screwdriver and screw falling from his hands and landing somewhere behind his desk. He put his hands to his face and batted the dust away, coughing and wheezing.

But instead of getting better as he tried to clear his lungs, things only seemed to grow worse. His chest tightened, and he couldn’t seem to draw enough air in his lungs.

Roman stumbled off of his desk chair and staggered over to the dresser, gasping in short, wheezing breaths. His inhaler—he needed his inhaler.

Roman pulled out the topmost drawer and dug through its contents haphazardly. He couldn’t find it; where was it; it had to be there! He yanked out the drawer further—too far, in his haste—and before he could stop it, the drawer fell to the small rug on the ground, slowed only somewhat as it collided with a cardboard box on the floor. Roman barely jumped away in time to keep the drawer from hitting his feet as its contents were dumped on the floor. He dropped to his knees and started digging through the pile there, trying to find the inhaler.

He couldn’t find it.

Logan, he had to get Logan. Surely that crash had woken him up?

He got to his feet, a dizzy wave washing over him from lack of oxygen.

Roman stumbled, choking, and fell over backwards onto the bed, his head smacking the wall it was pushed up against.

“Lo—” he wheezed, the word coming out as barely more than a whisper. There was no way his roommate would hear that.

His gaze fell on the nightstand and the box there, the one filled with colorful polished stones that he had collected. He reached towards it, dizzy, listing back towards the bed. The short distance seemed, at that moment, insurmountable. At last, his fingers found tremulous purchase on the table, and he shoved at the box with a gasp. It fell with a crash, its contents spilling and rolling across the wooden floor. Roman fell back to the bed, whatever energy he had had spent.

[lousimusician]

Hi, can I request a fic about tom and reader who only known each other for a short time, wake up hungover in Vegas to find that they got married and that tom announced it to the whole world on Instagram and Twitter and his parents are not happy about it as they have never met her and tom had never mentioned her to them

Lol so I know you technically cant get married druno in Vegas (at least thats what google tells me) but this was so fun to write, so thank you for the request!

Oh and for this, y/n and tom are in an established relationship and have been together for 2 months

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Tom woke up with a pounding headache, feeling sore all over, "Fuck..." He groaned out, voice deep from just having woke up. 

He turned his head, squinting his eyes to shield them from the little bit of light that trickled through the hotel room's curtains. 

Suddenly memories from last night came flooding in. You, him, and a bunch of mutual friends had decided to go to Las Vegas as a spontaneous trip before Tom had to leave for filming. He remembered going out to a bar with everyone and having some drinks, but eventually the events blended into each other until he couldn't remember anything else. 

He wracked his brain for anything but nothing came up.

Soon your sleeping body came into focus, and Tom reached his hand out shaking you lightly, "Love, wake up." 

You groaned, burying your face further into the pillow. "C'mon darling, wake up, do you know what happened last night?" He asked, trying to ignore his throbbing head.

You groaned again, turning your head towards him, eyes still shut, "We got drunk." You mumbled tiredly.

Tom rolled his eyes, "I know that, but I feel like we did something."

You shrugged, "We probably just had sex. C'mon Tommy go back to sleep." 

Tom ran a hand through his hair, you were probably right. He was probably just overthinking everything. He laid back down, throwing an arm around you, feeling you curl into him.

"Wait," you mumbled. You stretched your hand out to the nightstand and grabbed Tom's phone. "Your phone kept going off last night, so I muted it." You handed it to him.

He grabbed his phone and turned it on, once again squinting his eyes towards the light. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw way more notifications than usual from his Instagram and Twitter, and on top of that 20 missed calls from his mother and 16 missed calls from his father, and even more from his manager.

He sat up quickly, unlocking his phone. He quickly tapped on Instagram and saw how many new dms he had gotten. He tapped on his profile and saw that he had added something to his story.

His eyes widened, his headache completely forgotten, as he tapped on his story.

The camera was shaky, but there he stood with his phone aimed at the two of you, his arm over your shoulders, and the both of you clearly drunk.

"Hellooo Instagram~" Tom singsonged. "Me and (N/N) here have some big news!"

"That's what she said." You shouted, cracking yourself up.

"What?" Tom laughed, looking down at you. "That doesn't make sense." 

"You don't make sense," you giggled.

"Anyway- We're getting married!" Tom yelled and slurred into the camera, and suddenly turning it towards a chapel the two of you were walking to.

"I love Vegas!" You yelled, before the camera cut out.

"Oh my god," Tom squeaked, "(Y/N) this is serious, you need to see this."

"Nooo." You drawled.

"I'm not kidding."

You sighed and pulled yourself up from the bed, and moved closer to Tom. "What?" You grunted, resting your chin on his shoulder.

Tom replayed the video for you. Sometime during the video you pulled away from him, and suddenly felt much more awake as you watched the video intently.

"Holy shit Tom," you gasped, looking up at him. "We didn't...." you hoped, afterall you've only been together for two months, and neither of you had met the others families yet... oh yeah, and not to mention the fact that your relationship was being a kept a secret from the public. So, so much for that.

Tom quickly clicked out of Instagram and opened Twitter. Seeing his tweet from last night.

'JUst mArrIEd❤❤' 

The tweet was followed with a picture of you and Tom kissing at the alter.

"We did..." Tom muttered gravely.

Suddenly his phone rang and a picture of his mothed filled the screen, "Fuck! She's probably so pissed right now!" 

"Well you gotta answer!" You yelped, "Oh my god, she's gonna hate me before she's even met me." You moaned, falling back against the bed.

Tom scrambled to his feet and quickly answered, "Hello? Mum?"

"Thomas Stanley Holland!" You cringed, hearing her yell. "What did you do!?"

"I'm sorry! I made a mistake-"

"A pretty damn big mistake!"

"I know! We just found out ourselves!"

"Well you need to fix it. Your father and I haven't even met the girl and you two get married!?"

"We were drunk!"

"That's no excuse, you know better than that." She sighed, "Your father is livid."

"I'm sorry... we're both sorry." 

"God," she grunted, "I know... but you need to fix this. The media's been going crazy with this."

"Yeah, I'm sure they are." Tom glanced over and saw the miserable look on your face, before turning back to his phone call, "We'll get this sorted... but can you promise this won't affect how you see (Y/N), we were both drunk and stupid."

His mother sighed again, "Alright, but that doesn't mean I'm happy with either one of you. But you need to promise me that after things clear up, you'll bring her by....Christ... I have a daughter in law I've never even met." 

"Yeah.. yeah, of course. Can I call you back?" 

"Yeah, hurry up and take care of everything. Your dad's probably going to call soon."

"Got it, bye Mum."

"Bye." 

Tom quickly hung up, spinning on his heel to face you. 

You looked up at him expectantly from your spot on the bed.

"Darling, I care about you deeply," He started, "But I want a divorce."

[storiesforallfandoms]

private ~ eminem

word count: 1445

request?: yes!

“hellooo🥺i was wondering if i could request an imagine for eminem. Maybe where the reader (female) is also a singer and she posts a cute picture of them together by accident and fans go crazy since she’s very private and tells Em and so they reveal they‘ve been dating for like two years. feel free to change it if you need to. Love your writing, i hope you have a nice day 🤍🤍”

description: in which they’re both very private about their personal lives, until she accidentally posts a picture of the two of them

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

Before my career took off, I had a personal Instagram account that was private. It was for my friends and family and that was it. When I started to really become famous, and people started looking up my social media, I decided to make a public account just for fans to follow.

I wasn’t a very public person. I liked my privacy, but I also liked to share some of my personal life with friends and family. One of these things that I liked to share was my relationship with Marshall.

We had met through mutual friends and hit it off immediately. He met my family, I met his daughters, and within a few months, we were basically living with one another. I loved Marshall, and I loved to show him off. However, we were both very private people, meaning any showing off I did was always on my personal social media accounts, not my public ones.

On a rare night that we both had off, Marshall decided to make dinner for the two of us as a stay at home date. I was trying to take a picture of the meal with Marshall in the background, but of course he refused to take a good picture.

“Why do you have to be on your phone right now?” he asked. “We’re trying to have a nice date, no phones.”

“I want to take a picture of what you did for us,” I argued with him. “I want to show my family, is that okay?”

He playfully rolled his eyes at me, but didn’t say another word. I held my phone up again to take another picture, to which Marshall held up his middle finger just as I took the picture.

“Charming,” I said and rolled my eyes.

I figured it was the best I was getting, so I decided to quickly type a caption and post the picture before turning my phone off.

“It’s off,” I told him before showing him my phone. “Look, off. I’ll put it on the counter, you have me all night.”

“Thank you, that’s all I ask.”

We finished dinner and ended the night in the bedroom, as to be expected. When I woke up the next morning, I was still cuddled in Marshall’s arms. I couldn’t help but smile as I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before slowly wiggling out of his arms.

I pulled on his discarded shirt and made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of us. As I began to cook, I realized I had left my phone off in the kitchen all night. I turned it back on, hoping that I didn’t miss anything too important the night before.

The moment my phone turned back on and connected to the wifi, I was bombarded with messages. Numerous mentions in tweets and Instagram comments, people trying to DM me on both social media platforms, multiple text messages from friends of mine all saying the same thing, “Did you mean to do this?”

I was confused. I couldn’t understand what was happening. For a moment, I started to worry that some tabloid had decided to write an article about me, or someone was trying to spread some sort of rumors about me. It wouldn’t be the first time. It wasn’t until I read the name Paul Rosenberg, Marshall’s manager, on my screen and the text message he had sent me.

“I don’t think this was on purpose, but it’s been up too long for deleting it to do anything. You and Em are about to have a field day. I’ll let you break the news to him”

Attached to the text was a screenshot of the picture I had taken of Marshall the night before, along with the caption I had written, “Date night in with my love”. It wasn’t until I read the username, “(Y/F/N)official”, that I realized I had posted it on my public Instagram, not my private one.

My eyes widened as I fumbled to try and unlock my phone. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, no!”

And there it was, the picture of my loving boyfriend with a caption that confirmed our relationship. I scrolled through the comments to read everyone’s reaction. Most people were shocked, very few of my fans were aware that I even knew Marshall. Many were very happy for me, and for Marshall. And then, of course, there was a small fraction of both of our fan bases that were unhappy with our relationship.

My DMs were filled with people reacting to the picture, and my Twitter notifications were bombarded with tabloid accounts posting stories about the “surprise confirmation”, and people’s reactions to it on there.

I felt myself becoming angry and frustrated. I locked my phone and threw it onto the counter, burying my face in my hands and starting to cry. I couldn’t believe I had managed to fuck up the one private thing I had in my life. When Marshall woke up he was going to be pissed. He wasn’t one to share his personal life, and now I had outed the both of us. We’d never get privacy ever again, not from fans and definitely not from paparazzi.

I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen and quickly wiped my eyes with the sleeves of Marshall’s shirt. He appeared in the doorway of the kitchen moments later, stretching his arms out as he did so.

“Good morning,” he said. “Are you burning something?”

I remembered then that I had forgotten all about the omelette I was making. I raced over to the pan and tried to flip the, only to find it stuck to the pan, and anything that wasn’t stuck was nearly black. I turned off the stove and threw the spatula I was using in frustration, exclaiming, “God fucking dammit!”

“Hey, hey, it’s fine,” Marshall said, wrapping his arms around me. “It’s just one omelette, we can make another. We have plenty of pans.”

“It’s not just that,” I sighed, turning to face him. "Remember that picture I took of you and the dinner you made us last night?” He nodded. “I thought I posted it on my private Instagram, but I was posting so quickly that I didn’t double check before I posted it and turned off my phone and I...I posted it to my public Instagram account.”

Marshall looked at me for a moment, his face confused. The longer it took him to realize what this meant, the more I found myself bracing for the moment he realized.

“Okay?” he said. “What does that mean?”

“It means I accidentally outed our relationship, Marshall,” I said. “Everyone knows. Nearly half the tabloid news sites have written fucking articles about it at this point, my social media has been bombarded with messages, I’m sure yours has too - ”

“I don’t give a fuck about being all those messages,” he said with a shrug. “I have my notifications off, and you should, too, if it’s going to bother you that much.”

“The messages aren’t bothering me!” I snapped, my frustration with myself erupting once again. “What’s bothering me is the fact that I outed our relationship by accident. Marshall, I fucked us over here! Because of me, we can never have any privacy ever again. We can’t go out on the down low, fuck, we probably can’t even leave the house right now cause there’s probably people outside! And it really fucking sucks cause...I felt so normal in our relationship. For a while, I forgot I was under everyone’s watchful eye and all I cared about was you.”

Marshall took me in his arms and held me tightly as I began to cry. He ran his fingers through my hair, kissing the top of my head as I let out my frustration.

“You haven’t fucked us over,” he told me. “Yeah, I wanted to keep this private, too, but I don’t care if the world knows about us. We don’t have to share every detail of our relationship, but I don’t mind if we get caught holding hands, or even just spending time together. At least everyone will know that you’re mine.”

I pushed away from his embrace to look up at him. “You’re not mad at me?”

He wiped away my tears with his thumbs and cupped my face. “Of course not. You didn’t do it on purpose, it’s fine baby. We’ll get through this, it’s not the end of the world.”

I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. Let’s go get some breakfast, I’m starving.”

[larryfanficwriter98]

Chapter Six

Louis jumped when his phone started ringing and he looked at it to see a facetime request from Harry. He grinned and answered it leaving the living room to enter the kitchen. Harry was outside in sunny Los Angeles with Hollywood hills behind him from a patio.

"Do you realize the shitshow you have caused on my picture?" Harry greeted him clearly amused, letting Louis know he wasn't upset at all. "I woke up on Christmas Day to this. You have the nerve to comment on my picture and not follow me then you turn your profile on private so I can’t stalk you? Really? I have to have permission to look at your modeling pictures. You're a dick. An absolute dick." Louis laughed covering his mouth with his hand that was currently covered in Harry's pink merch sweater. "You didn't even follow me."

"I'll follow you I promise. I'll do it now, look I’m grabbing my new fancy macbook and logging in.

"You better. Jerk. I'll follow you after you follow me. Some boyfriend you are." Harry said, making Louis shake his head as he logged in and got on his Instagram account, then he went to his notifications and his eyes widened.

"I have 147 follow requests." Louis told Harry before he clicked on one of the notifications of a reply on his comment. "Holy shit. They're crazy."

"Yeah no kidding." Louis went to Harry's profile and followed him, "finally." Not a minute later Harry sent a request to follow him that he accepted immediately, "there's my hot boyfriend."

"Stop it." Louis said blushing as he commented on Harry's newest picture from a few days ago. It was of the view from his plane as they flew over the ocean to California. He commented "When I asked you to send pics this was not what I was talking about.👀.". Harry looked off to the side from the screen to his mac-book that was beside him on a side table, he frowned for a second then he laughed.

"Louis! No.." Harry said laughing as he turned a deep red, "you're gross." He said even though Louis could see him typing on his laptop. Louis waited then he got the notification and he laughed as he read the reply from Harry reading,

''This is a family friendly account. Go away.

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I'll send some more later. I'll be sure to wear that hat you like.🤠"

"I think we broke your fans." Louis said laughing

"We should get off before you go and get a ship started."

"A ship?"

"Just wait."

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It took a few weeks for it to really sink in for Louis that he was dating Harry Styles. That he was dating an international award winning popstar. He was dating a Gucci model. He was reminded of this when he had stumbled upon a few of his photos. He and Harry talked daily and even facetimes for both of their New Years Eve, Louis had to wake up for Harry's but it was worth it. Recently on occasion one or both of them could be caught looking longingly at the screen, but they always did something to cheer the other one up.

Louis had a countdown on his phone so anytime he looked at it, it would tell him how much longer until Harry was back in the UK. Harry would still be busy and have things to do until March when his tour ended, but he would be here and Louis couldn't wait. Harry often talked about missing home, especially when it got to the last leg of the tour, said it always got harder, but it was even worse now.

After a lot of talking Louis and Harry finally made the decision to make Louis profile public after many flirty comments to each other in Harry's posts. Louis had even made a Twitter account just so he could attach a photo of their facetime one day and tell Harry how cute he looked when he had eye crud. Harry hadn't liked that picture at all and told Louis there would be payback.

The payback had been a video of Louis when he was drunk in January and was shaking his ass on a table. Liam had recorded it laughing his ass off as he, Zayn, and Niall kept men away from him. Louis had been wasted that night and didn't remember it at all, but there was video evidence and now it was all over twitter. That video has caused a lot of fans to talk about his ass which had Louis bushing as he read the tweets.

So Louis made his Instagram public and posted a picture of him in Harry's lilac sweater standing in front of his floor length mirror. The sweater fell to his thighs, just long enough to cover everything that needed to be covered since he didn't have anything else on. It was a side view so his ass curve was visible and he made sure to stick out just a little bit more. In the caption he wrote,

Okay, but why do I have thousands of teen girls asking about my ass? 👀

Harry was the first one to like the post and commented,

👀 that's a nice sweater. Mind sharing? It's a bit chilly over here.

Send me new ones and we can discuss potentially sending you this sweater.

You realize my house has a closet full of sweaters. And my laundry detergent. As well as my cologne.

👀...You don't say...and for no particular reason...what's your address?

😂 I've conveniently forgot.

🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

LEWIS! How dare you. This is a family friendly account

Yours is family friendly. Mine is not.

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Since October Louis' Instagram had been filled with a lot of things that involved Harry in some way. Most of it was pictures of the gifts Harry sent, now it was of their screenshot facetime calls or pictures Harry sent through texts. It was also of Louis posting his new flowers biweekly that was delivered to his house by a florist employee.

Occasionally it was regular things like a selfie or a picture of him and the lads flicking the camera off on a group shot. His middle finger apparently became a "thing" that Harry's fans loved, he didn't exactly know why nor did he really care. His family had taken the news to him dating Harry Styles pretty well all things considered as did the lads.

"So I've been thinking." Louis was pulled away from his phone by Liam speaking

"You didn't hurt yourself did you?" Louis asked

"Ha ha. I was thinking we all have vacation time and Valentine's Day is next week. How about we fly out to Orlando, Florida to see your boyfriend." Louis tensed, "if that is something you two are ready for."

"You want us to fly out to Orlando for Valentine's Day so I can meet my international popstar boyfriend for the first time? While he just happens to be in one place for a week."

"Without telling Harry. Yes. He gave you the address to his Orlando home to return the sweaters didn't he? Just bring them in person."

"But what if-"

"No what ifs. Come on Lou let's be impulsive one last time." Zayn said, "let's go to Orlando and have fun and meet your boyfriend."

"Alright. How much is a flight-"

"Nope. Not happening. We are all pitching in to buy your flight. It's our gift to you." Niall spoke this time grinning. "Besides thanks to you and your paranoia we all have a few thousand in our savings."

"What? No. I am buying my own-"

"No you're not. We got this. Now call your boss and tell her you need vacation for next week."

Louis grinned and went to his contacts thinking about how he got so lucky to have three amazing best friends. They have noticed that lately the distance has been affecting Louis more than he was willing to admit. The few times they all facetimed with Harry Louis knew they could see the longing in Harry's face too whenever he and Louis looked at each other. After getting the vacation he had until Saturday at 4am to keep it a secret from Harry.

Departure was 4am Saturday (11pm Friday Orlando time), the flight was 9 hours long so they would stay up all night Friday and sleep on the plane. Landing will be 8am Orlando time (1pm Manchester time). However since they were sleeping the flight down they were going to be adjusted to Orlando time. It was genius the way the lads had planned it, the return flight was the same, flying during the night so they landed in the morning at Manchester. Louis didn't know how he was expected to keep it a secret. He was terrible with secret keeping.