#this is from today. I just edited a little vlog from a few days ago and youll see THE STRUGGLE it took for me to clear any distance at all

[mteethskateblog]

I REALLY CAN.

[shurisasthmaticgf]

the curls are curling: lando norris x black social media influencer fem! reader

summary: the secret behind why his curls have been consistently looking perfect is revealed.

authors note: i am still very new to formula one so please don't jump me if there is some slight inaccuracies. i did my best to look things up if i wasn't sure about them. this fic isn't based off of any grand prix in particular either. also, this is a work of fiction meaning it's not REAL so please remember that as well! constructive feedback is heavily encouraged and very appreciated 🫶🏽

heat pooled through the open windows of the house as you ran around to try and get yourself ready for the long day ahead. you woke up an hour ago to give yourself two hours to get ready because today was a race weekend. usually, you only needed about an hour to get you and your boyfriend out the door but today you'd gotten up earlier to film a vlog.

the whole social media influencer thing was still fairly new for you, only having started to consistently vlog and post a few months ago. before you'd started dating lando you were posting here and there about your day to day as a university student and intern for a large company in the city. every so often one of your videos got a couple hundred thousand views but you didn't really mind that your other content only got a few likes...that was just how tiktok's algorithm worked.

once you graduated from university and your internship ended you didn't have much to vlog about until you decided to film a race weekend and post it. what you didn't expect was the video to get millions of views and likes overnight. a massive influx of fans followed but you didn't really pay too much mind to the number, this was just something you liked to do and people also liked to watch. with time you ended up opening a youtube channel where you posted longer vlogs and other videos, and tiktok became a place where you posted 1-3 minute clips of your longer videos. one thing you never really did was center your entire vlog around your boyfriend. sure, lando was the entire reason you ended up at races but you were also your own person...that and lando was oddly camera shy when it came to your vlogs so he often wanted you to edit him out if he happened to end up in the frame.

which is how you ended up in your bedroom with your tripod pointed the camera directly at you. you smiled widely, hoping that it masked the fact that you were nearly half asleep, "good morning everyone! it's race day and i'm gonna be taking you along with me. everyone's been asking for a longer race day vlog so i'm here to give you all what you want. first lets get into the fit- these pajamas were sent to me from Brooks Avenue, if you like them you can use the code Y/N for a little discount on your purchase!" you backed up to show off your pink and green pajamas that would have definitely cost an arm an a leg if they hadn't come in a PR package. the matching pink and green satin bonnet on your head slowly slipped down your forehead leaving you to push it back up with an annoyed huff. you explained to the camera once more, "okay and first i'm gonna brush my teeth then do my skincare routine...he's in the shower right now so the lens might get fogged up, sorry in advance." you knocked on the bathroom door to let your boyfriend know you were coming in before pulling your skincare products out of your travel bag. quickly you brushed your teeth with until you felt like you'd gotten rid of every trace of morning breath.

just as you finished your skincare routine, the shower turned off and you slipped out of the bathroom. while lando finished in the bathroom you sat back down at the vanity and situated the camera back in front of you. slowly you slipped the bonnet from your head and untied the silk scarf under it, letting the large twists in your hair fall against your shoulders. to the camera you explained, "it's gonna be really hot today so i'm just gonna pull the twists back with a ribbon and call it a day i think." you pulled a jar of edge control and a brush from your bag and began styling your baby hairs, effortlessly into swirls and swoops. a laugh fell past your lips as you admitted, "honestly the only reason i still do this is so my forehead looks slightly less...megamind-esque in pictures." when you finished you tied another scarf messily around your hairline and began gathering your twists into a ponytail to secure it with a holder and ribbon.

the bathroom door opened and lando walked back into your room, fully dressed but his button down left wide open exposing his bare torso. in his hands he held a blow dryer and two bottles, one leave in conditioner and a gel you'd bought for him a few weeks ago. you finished tying the bow around your ponytail then took the two bottles from him and plugged the blow dryer into the wall. a hand gently pulled on your hand and you looked up to see sleepy smile grace his lips, "good morning, beautiful." you drew closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him pull you in by the waist. his head nuzzled into your shoulder as your hand found the back of his head, stroking his hair softly with your fingers you murmured, "hi baby." you could feel the shy smile he wore against your shoulder until you pulled away from him. you pulled a robe from the back of the door and told him, "put this on." he knew most of the reason was so he didn't stain his shirt with hair products but another part of it had to be the fact that his shirt was wide open.

lando sat in front of the camera and you laughed at how awkward he looked compared to normal. you prompted, "baby, say hi to everyone. they ask for you all the time." he stiffly waved a hand in front of the camera and you sighed, "i don't know why you act so funny around my camera but everyone else it's fine." he mumbled a soft, "because it's you..." but only the mic on the camera caught it. he sat on the bench in front of you and slightly leaned back into your body before letting his eyes flutter shut.

meanwhile you showed the leave in conditioner to the camera, "this is the kinky curly knot today leave in-" despite his eyes being shut lando let out a small laugh and you asked, "what?" he mumbled cheekily, "kinky." you let out a exasperated sigh, "oh god you're like a child...anyways i was saying, i put a little of this in his hair but not too much just a tiny amount to add moisture." squeezing the leave in conditioner into your palm then applying it to his hair you hummed along to a sza song that ran through your head. the gentle work of your fingers running along his scalp nearly lulled lando back to sleep. you worked through his hair with a practiced ease, adding product and coaxing the curls atop his head to take perfect shape. not wanting to disturb his peace, you silently showed the matching brand's curling custard and then applied that lightly to his hair. once you'd finished you turned on the blow dryer, accidentally jump scaring your boyfriend under you. a soft melodic laugh fell past your lips and one hand fell to his shoulder before you leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, "my bad babe." the camera didn't miss the way he leaned into your touch, pushing his cheek closer to you with his shoulders dropping further in relaxation.

not even half an hour later you were done and the light brown curls on his head were perfectly defined. you wiped your hands on the hand towel you'd slung over your shoulder earlier and laughed when you realized your boyfriend literally fell asleep. you gently cupped under his chin and pressed another kiss to his cheek. just above a whisper you mumbled, "all done, bubs. " he opened his eyes and smiled while you mused, “my pretty boy.” his cheeks flushed slightly, “thank you” and you brushed a few curls into place before looking at his reflection, "of course." he stood up and pulled you out of the frame to gave you a quick kiss before going downstairs where you'd meet him when you finished getting dressed.

the white and navy blue floral sundress you wore was both nice and simple enough to wear for today. simple gold jewelry and a pair of white sandals finished off your look and you grabbed the camera to show your reflection in the full length mirror on the wall, "all dressed so i'm gonna go meet lando downstairs and i'll see you all a little bit later!" you stopped recording and went downstairs to find your boyfriend sitting and ready to go, his cheeks burning pink when he laid eyes on you. a subtle fluttering erupted in your stomach at the familiar gaze, the one that made you feel like the only girl in the world.

*extra*

you scrolled through your social media accounts, something you never really did if you didn't have to. the first thing that came to your attention was the flood of pictures and comments that were about your boyfriend's hair. for the past few races you'd been doing his hair and more and more fans were noticing it looked better than normal. honestly, you found it amusing that people were bringing it up and so much at that, so you decided to add to the conversation just a bit:

fans reactions to recent vlog upload:

[iseullgc]

TRAINEE MISSION 018 / A DAY IN THE LIFE OF CHO ISEUL

vlogging should be something that's easy right? he's a yapper and he's always been one, so it shouldn't be hard for him to talk to a camera to show a different side of himself right?

right?

but why is it oddly daunting for him to do this? he's not too sure, but he stares at the camera in his hand for a long moment before he finally turns it on. he's a little worried, he guesses, about how this will turn out and how it'll be edited to be posted for the fans.

perhaps he's just worried because he's never shown his face without makeup to the general public before, having had it engrained into him at a young age that he needed to be presentable at all times. it's a little bit of a struggle he has with himself, considering he had had a personal makeup artist up until he had moved to seoul and then after had kind of learned how to do a bit of concealer and his eyebrows on his own.

well. it was time.

time to bare his soul (his bare face) to the world.

maybe he's being a bit too dramatic, considering that he's pretty sure he doesn't actually have that many fans, but he's nervous all the same.

he clicks record.

"hello everyone, it's iseul here," he says, making a flower pose almost reminiscent of his intro video that had gotten mixed opinions from lgc entertainment fans. it's a bit funny that he had already gotten hate, but he's taking it all in stride right now. "i woke up maybe ten minutes ago so i thought i would show you my morning routine," he says, keeping his voice low in the bathroom so none of the other trainees in his dorm would hear him.

"usually i drink a bottle of water in bed right when i feel awake enough to start getting ready for the day, so i did that already," he comments, trying to explain. "i'm going to show you my skincare routine."

he goes through the motions of how he would do it, starting with cleanser and then toner, a few serums and a moisturizer before putting on sun block.

"spf is really important so you don't get wrinkles," he says, showing the bottle that he uses. it's a favourite of his from his makeup artist, because it was one that didn't give a white tone underneath. he doesn't go into detail, though it does make him hope that one day in the future, he can show a product and then hear that they've sold out of it. he can only dream.

he tells the camera he's going to get dressed, stops recording, and then starts again once he's changed clothes for the day. he's in his usual outfit of baggy jeans and a baggy shirt, with tinted glasses.

"i'm just going to do some training today," he admits, considering he doesn't have any plans for a regular day. maybe he should've thought about that before he started filming today but he thinks he'll at least go and get some coffee before heading to training.

"i drink a lot of americano, so we're going to get one right now," iseul adds, walking with the camera to go to the legacy cafe. ever since it had opened, he's been a regular just because it's so much more convenient than needing to go and buy coffee elsewhere. also, the drinks are pretty good even if he usually only gets americanos.

he gets used to talking to the camera after a while and just spends the time waiting chatting with it, acting like he's streaming but he's really just talking through a stream of consciousness. he hopes it won't be hard to edit this.

part of him wants to get into filming and editing though, wondering if maybe he would be allowed to vlog after he's debuted. not that that's happening anytime soon but he's allowed to hope for things in the future right?

once he's gotten his coffee, he films a bit of him practicing. he's not really practicing anything specific, not sure what he's allowed to show or when this will be posted so he didn't want to be seen practicing any of the nostalgia dances he's learned. instead, he just works on a bit of freestyle and loses himself in that.

he remembers to stop recording after one or two songs, and doesn't start again until he's finished.

"we're going to grab some dinner now," he says, grinning at the camera and he turns it to pan over the ddeokbokki stand he's at. it's one that's near the dorms that he frequents at least once a week, and he orders his usual of a serving of ddeokbokki, some eomuk and then a cola. he also adds some fried things, mostly kimmari and then some sweet potato tempura.

panning over his food, he records himself eating the first few bites and then records the last bites as well, letting out a satisfied sound and patting his tummy. he's feeling content, and actually a bit sad that he's almost finished with vlogging today.

it had been a bit daunting at first but he had ended up enjoying it. perhaps he would choose this as his non-performance skill one day, making vlogs? he was going to look into video editing once he was done, honestly.

"okay, and my get ready for bed routine," he says, grinning. this time, he takes off his makeup in front of the camera, carefully wiping at the places he had put concealer. he does everything again, with a few added serums before he finishes with a small spot treatment on a spot on his chin.

"okay! that's all for me," he says, grinning. "i'll see you guys in a future vlog," he says, fingers crossed that it would be true. he waves a bunch, adding a soft "bye bye~" before he turns off the camera.

hopefully that was enough content for a vlog.

[thedarkcoven]

Behind Closed Doors | Chapter One

Minors DNI! 18+ [THIS IS FANTASY AND NOT REAL. Just fanfic :) Please no hate. I love both Amy and Mark <3 Will update as I go. The gif is from Google. Not mine :D ] Poly relationship. RPF. Smut/Lemon (basically porn with little to no plot lol). Some BDSM. Threesome. Secretive relationship. Fingering. Unsafe sex. Oral Sex (both male and female receiving). Dom!Amy. Switch!Markiplier. Switch!Reader. Thigh riding. Hair pulling. Voyeurism. Daddy Kink. Choking kink. Hand kink. Spanking. Cock warming. Breeding kink. Dirty Talk. Rough sex. Soft sex. Punishment. Fluff. Aftercare. Best friends to lovers. Note: this is a real person fanfic/real people fanfic and fantasy ONLY. None of this is real nor do I think they are like this so please no hate. If you do not like this type of stuff then please do not read <3 I love both Amy and Mark so I wanted to write something <3 Again this is all just made up and fictional :)

-A Few Years Ago- You were always up late gaming after work and after you were done with your studies. It helped you out a lot with stress and meeting new people always made your day so much better. You recently met this fellow YouTuber who went by Markiplier who you've heard quite a bit about and knew he was pretty popular in the community. You smiled as soon as you got a message notification from your new friend asking if you'd join him, Bob, and Wade for some casual gaming and asked if it would be okay if you were in one of his videos. Mark waited patiently as you pondered what to say but eventually you agreed and said you wouldn't mind if you were in one of his videos. He was pretty ecstatic and happy to finally introduce you as one of his friends that he has been playing with for months. You were nervous but figured why not. You enjoyed playing video games with him and the others so you felt comfortable enough to be introduced. A few days later you got the news that you were hired at a better job and immediately told Mark you'd be moving closer and would love to meet up with him and his girlfriend Amy who you loved like a best friend. When you weren't gaming, you were talking with her about mutual interests. Of course, Mark and Amy agreed and the bond between the three of you became stronger. -2021/2022- You let out a sigh as the sound of your alarm woke you from your sleep. The loud beeping made you sit up and stretch before you started your day. After showering and eating breakfast you decided to do a surprise stream since you hit your goal on subscribers. You were ecstatic and wanted to celebrate with your fans. During the stream, you got a surprise from Mark who decided to pop into the stream and say hi. You asked if he was doing anything and wanted to join. He said he would and began to stream himself as you guys connected on discord. You smiled and waved at the camera, knowing Mark was probably watching on his phone, and chuckled when you pulled up his stream on your phone and sure enough he showed his audience that he was doing just that. "So what ya planning on doing? Some q and a's and chit-chat before gaming?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair and looked into the camera, smiling slightly. "Yeah, why not. Sounds fun. How's everyone? And what about you, Mark? How you doing today?" "Pretty good. Had a nice breakfast. Amy and I took Chica and Henry out for a walk and enjoyed the weather. Edited some vids so I'll probably have those up soon. What about you? You sleep well last night?" "Yeah. I slept alright. I honestly had a hard time falling asleep because of hitting my goal. I'm still very thankful for everyone that has been supporting me from the beginning and even the new members here. It makes me happy to see people enjoying themselves." "A fan asks when are we going to get a video where you guys are together in person? Like a vlog or something." Mark chuckled and placed a hand on his chin as if anticipating my answer. "Whenever you would be up for it. I'm up for it whenever, honestly. I don't know what kind of video it would be though. Maybe Amy, you, and I could do some baking? Have a chill stream. I've been wanting to come over again and see you guys anyway." "Tomorrow. We're free. So come over tomorrow." You smiled and nodded. "Then it's a date. I'll make sure you guys will get selfies so you guys know we aren't lying to you all." You chuckled. Amy pulled open the door and pulled you in with a big hug. You smiled as you returned the hug then bent down and gave Chica and Henry loves, petting them and giving them kisses on the top of their heads. You smiled as they wagged their tails at you before running back to their dog toys. Mark smiled as he was finishing getting ready for the video and setting things up for you three to bake. You smiled and walked over to him, giving him a firm hug. Once everything was set up you walked over to stand off to the side as Mark and Amy sat in front of the camera. After they were done with

the intro of the live, they motioned for you to come over. Amy pulled you into her lap as you waved hi to everyone. You smiled as you, Mark, and Amy began to make the cookies. Amy and Mark chuckled and hugged you when you revealed cookies that you made for them. A pink mustache for Mark and you used a gingerbread cookie cutter to make a tiny version of Amy. After decorating the cookies and eating some, you three ended the stream and began to clean then start dinner. The three of you decided to watch a movie as you ate. Mark plated the food while Amy got the movie sat up and you held the plates for him, smiling up at him. You both chuckled as your stomach growled loudly. The food smelled amazing and looked delicious. You just couldn't wait to dig in. After the movie and once you three were finished, you helped Amy clean the dishes and helped take the dogs out before the two of you returned to watch more movies with Mark. What felt like a few moments later you woke to the feeling of Mark's hand on your thigh, shaking you softly. You blinked at him and yawned, rubbing your eyes before sitting up. "Hey. If you're that exhausted why don't you crash here tonight?" "I-I'm sorry for falling asleep. I would but I have no clothes to wear tonight." "Don't sweat it. I got a shirt you can wear and some shorts if you'd like." "You sure Amy wouldn't mind me staying the night?" "Of course not. We already talked about it. If you need us, you know where our room is. I'll bring you a shirt and shorts." You blushed slightly and nodded before sitting back down. Mark returned with not only a pair of his shorts and a shirt of his he also had a spare pillow and blanket in hand. You stood and thanked him before grabbing the clothes and heading to the bathroom. Mark gave you a firm hug before heading back to his and Amy's room and after he got your sleeping area all set up. You felt at home. Of course, you couldn't sleep. You let out an aggravated sigh as you squinted at the clock and saw it was only 2:30 in the morning. You were hesitant at first but you climbed off of the couch and lifted your fist to softly knock on their door. You stood, looking down at your feet as you heard shuffling then the door opened. Amy looked at you slightly worried as she rubbed her eyes. You gave her a slight smile and rubbed the back of your neck nervously before you looked over her shoulder to see Mark still fast asleep. You felt bad for waking her up and debated on just heading back to try and sleep more but waking her up for no reason was worse. "I-I can't sleep. I am probably going to change and head home." "Y/N. It's late. Come here." She grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room, closing the door and dragging you to the bed. She patted the bed so you swallowed, shyly and crawled into the bed beside Mark. Only then did you realize he was only in his briefs. Amy smiled and nuzzled into you, resting her face in the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around her. You would be lying if you said your heart wasn't racing. To be honest. You had feelings for both of them but obviously, you couldn't tell either of them. You were afraid you break the bond you three had that was so strong. You guys were inseparable from one another. You couldn't help but smile to yourself though as sleep took over. You didn't know what time it was but you woke to the feeling of strong arms around you and something pressing against your backside. It was then you realized Mark had his arms around you, his face buried in your neck as you spooned Amy, your arms tightly around her. You gasped as you shifted to get more comfortable and a groan escaped from Mark. Your face became hot at the feeling of his manhood pressed into you and the noises that were coming from him. "Ma-Mark." Your hands were shaky as you tapped his arm softly, tilting your head to look at him as best as you could. "Mark. Wake up." You felt like you could die when he moved his hand down to rest on your hips, stretching slightly and pressing

himself into you more. "God... Please stop moving." "Hmm? What is it baby?" "I-It's Y/N.." Mark quickly sat up and cleared his throat, his face now equally red. "I couldn't sleep so Amy dragged me to bed." "I'm.. I'm sorry. I um... God this is embarrassing now." "No. Its um. It's okay. So what were you dreaming about?" You raised a brow and tilted your head as you sat up as well, smiling slightly as Amy turned over and rested her head in your lap. "I-I can't tell you." "Come on. You're my best friend and we are both adults. What you and Amy having sex?" You chuckled. "With you." You sat there for a bit, trying to comprehend what he had just said. "O-Oh.... Oh.. Mark, I." You could feel the wetness start to soak through your undies as you began to think of the scenario. "You guys okay?" Amy sat up, yawning cutely and resting her head on your shoulder. "Yeah." You gripped her hand. "Mark just woke from a dream is all. He was telling me about it." "Oh? What was it about?" "I-I can't tell you." He was embarrassed and you placed a hand on his thigh. "Its kind of embarrassing and not expected." "Oh? Like?" You tilted your head and whispered the dream to Amy who let out a chuckle and looked over at Mark. "That's not so embarrassing. I mean I've had those types of dreams before." "Oh..." It was your turn to feel embarrassed as yous at there between the two of them. "Well, I was not expecting this." You admitted before looking at them. "How come you've never told me bout it?" Mark asked, a little curious. "Embarrassed and honestly didn't know how to tell you, "Hey. Had a dream we both fucked our best friend." "Fair point." Mark lay back down, looking up at the ceiling when Amy noticed his problem. You blushed as Amy grabbed your hand and moved it against his hardened member, making you squeeze slightly. Mark let out a shaky breath as he looked up at you through his lashes before closing his eyes and leaning his head back. Amy began to press soft kisses along your jaw and neck as she ran her free hand down to settle between your legs, slipping it under the waistband of the shorts you were wearing. "You can tell us to stop, okay? We won't go any further if you don't want to." "D-Don't stop. Please." You whimpered as Mark pulled his briefs down, his cock springing free. Amy rubbed your back as you hesitantly moved to where you were between his thighs, taking his length in your hands. "Sh-Shit.." Amy chuckled and pressed her lips to Mark's as you slowly worked him in your palm, your thumb teasing the head of his cock when you moved your hand up, smearing his precum along the ridge of his dick. You pushed your hair back and took him into your mouth, taking a deep breath before deepthroating him. Mark moaned as he gripped your hair, bucking his hips slightly. Amy smirked as she pulled away and pulled your underwear and shorts down then moved to settle between your legs. The feeling of her tongue against your folds made you shiver as you looked up at Mark. He rubbed your cheek as you continued to bob your head up and down, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. You couldn't help but pull away from Mark and whimper as Amy held you in place firmly, your thighs on either side of her head as her tongue moved against your clit. "Oh my god. I-I'm gonna cum, Amy. Please." You whined as she stopped and pulled away, landing a smack on your ass. She smirk as she stood on her knees behind you, kneading your breasts with one hand while the other teased your aching pussy. "You wanna cum? Why don't you be a good girl and ride his cock, baby. Let him take care of you." "O-Okay." You smiled shyly and pressed your lips to hers before straddling Mark's lap. Mark pressed his lips to yours as he held you close, squeezing and spanking your ass as he ground his hips against yours, making the shaft of his cock rub between your fold and coating himself in your juices. You clung to him desperately, shaking, as he

teased you. Before you thought you couldn't handle it anymore he positioned himself at your entrance and began to push himself into you. You both let out a moan in sync as he slowly pushed in until he bottomed out, his balls resting against your ass. Before moving, Mark pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, whispering sweet praises so you could adjust to his size. He made you lean back slightly, the angle making you gasp, and began to rub your clit softly with his thumb. Whines spilled from your lips as he then began to grind his hips into yours. The feeling of you clenching around him makes him shake and moan. "Fu-Fuck, Y/N. You're squeezing me so tightly." He pulled you against him so he could kiss you, his lips moving against yours in desperation as he started to become rougher and dominant with his actions. You let out a loud moan as he tangles his fingers into your hair, deepening the kiss. You felt the knot start to form in your womb as you clenched around him, making it almost impossible for him to move. He growled and kissed down to your neck, nipping as he smacked your ass hard. You couldn't help but grind against him, bringing yourself closer to your orgasm. "Mark! I-I'm cumming. Fuckfuckfuck... Mark!" "That's it, babygirl. Cum on my cock. Gonna make me fill you to the brim. Cum with me, princess." You began to see fireworks as he held you in place and began slamming his hips into yours. Your body shook uncontrollably as you clung to him, hugging yourself to him and hiding your face in his neck. "So- so good. Feels so good, daddy." You went to cover your mouth at the slip of the word but Mark gripped your wrist softly as he continued grinding his hips into yours. "Nu-uh. Let daddy hear your beautiful noises. I'm so close." You nodded and blushed as he peppered kisses on your wrist before resting your hand against his cheek. "You're so beautiful, princess. All ours." You whined out as the tip of his cock rubbed against your spot, making the both of you shudder. Mark threw his head back in pleasure as you began rocking your hips into yours, another orgasm starting to wash over you. Your thighs began to shake as Amy came to rest behind you, moving a hand to rest against your pussy as she rubbed your clit. The feeling of her giving you pleasure and Mark's cum filling you was almost unbearable. "That's it. Such a good girl. So good for us." Amy praised before tilting your head slightly to where she could kiss you. Mark smiled up at the both of you, running his hands up and down your sides before sitting up, keeping you on his lap. "I don't know what to say." You chuckled, looking away from them shyly. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Mark asked with a raised brow, brushing your hair out of your face. "Yes. And you two?" They nodded as Amy rested her head against your shoulder, keeping her arms around you. "Let's go shower. Get you cleaned up." Mark said, kissing your forehead. "And I'll make breakfast." Amy said with a smile. "You're going to need the energy for later." You began to feel butterflies in your stomach at the thought of this being an ongoing thing. You had no idea that the start of your friendship would blossom into something like this... but honestly. You couldn't complain.

[a-jynx]

Hi love! How are you today? Also, I have a request for you. What do you think about, Platonic!Tommy x Reader, where they are bestfriends, and Tommy catches a cold, and gets all clingy with the reader, and ends up falling asleep in their arms. While he is asleep, reader goes live on insta, or tiktok, you choose, and “makes fun if him” for “not being clingy”. Just two best friends cuddling, ya know? 😅 (but nothing sexual)

Hello, hello dearest! I am doing pretty well, I hope you’re doing well! And I genuinely love everything about this request - it’s too adorable! Sick!Tommy definitely needs all the bestie cuddles he can get :D So I hope I do this request justice and thank you so much for the request !! <3

Platonic!Tommy x reader (I wasn't sure if you wanted C!Tommy or CC!Tommy, so I went with CC!Tommy since the Content Creators are who I've been writing for, however I can rewrite this! ) *Especially if against boundaries*

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You knew! You absolutely knew when Tommy told you about going to the water course, on a partially frigid day, something was going to happen, now look where he was… Acting like a whiny, snot-nosed toddler.

“Y/nnnnn,” Tommy’s voice trailed from your bed, making you shift in your seat to see the tall blond sprawled out against your covers, groaning and sniffling. “Tom, if you get as one drip of snot on my sheets,” your warning - of course - fell to deaf ears as he sat up, groaning from what you could tell was the sinus pressure and headache. “Would you like me to turn off the lights?” You murmured, hoping to not agitate his ache more than it already was, however, he gently shook his head.

“No, but forget your stupid editing for two seconds and come ‘ere,” he all but coughed as you winced, hearing the rawness in his throat and with the soft lights you could see his eyes were slightly red and teary, as well as nose blushed red from blowing it. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes as you pushed your chair back, shaking your head at your ill best friend with a tut. You flopped onto the bed, causing him to jump with the impact with an annoyed huff - glancing at you with a frown. “That ‘stupid editing’ I’m doing is actually for your stupid channel, so watch it or I’ll corrupt all your files,” you bit, wiggling your fingers towards him, attempting to possible irritate him, but he just pushed your hand away and scooted back against your mountain of pillows with a groan. You laid next to him, pressing your shoulders together as you both stared at the dinghy ceiling.

“You wouldn’t dare,”

“Try me, big man,” you both broke into grins at the nickname as Tommy broke out into a fit of coughs, making you frown. Scooting closer, you wrapped him into a hug, not minding the warmth from his hoodie. He slumped into you, sighing as you both laid peacefully. It didn’t take long for Tommy’s snores to rattle you, blinking as you glanced at him - his mouth parted and a bit of drool sliding down his chin.

“Gross,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone from it’s charging port with a wicked grin. Opening your phone, you maneuvered yourself to be comfortable with the weight of the lanky blonde boy in your arms as you clicked onto TikTok, grinning as you clicked the Go Live.

Viewers began to pour in as you glanced between the “hello” and “hi’s.” Since becoming one of Tommy’s few editors, and even jumping onto the bandwagon of streaming - you gained a following quickly.

“Hey, guys!” You whispered, keeping your voice a low hum as Tommy moved, somehow cuddling closer as you snickered, attempting to keep the phone steady on the two of you. “I’m a bit pinned down at the moment, so Tommy’s new video may take a bit to go out! But, how’re you all today?” You watched chat - catching a few ‘good!’ and ‘better now.’ You were thankful for the community you gained - yes, it may’ve been because your best friend was a well-known streamer, but you could care less! You were proud to be by Tommy’s side as he accomplished his biggest dreams, and you couldn’t be happier for him.

“Yes, Tommy is with me, chat - I know! Look at this absolute teddy bear! He’s like a child with a death grip on their mother’s arm!” You snickered, as the chat agreed adding a few ‘haha’s’ and laughing emojis as a few questions came in, leaving you to answer a few while adding a few jabs at Tommy for clinging to you when he always mentions how ‘big man’ and ‘macho’ he is. It was the perfect opportunity!

“I’ve known Tommy for awhile - we knew each other from when we were younger and sort of became inseparable,” you giggled, remembering how Tommy used to ask you for help to reach his juice cup or the cookie jar, but now you’re always asking for help from your tree-height best friend. “Plus, he’s the one that pushed me to get into editing and streaming - so we all have him to thank for pushing me out of my comfort zone.” You smiled as an annoyed groan came from beside you, making you freeze as chat began to spam ‘HE’S WAKING UP’ and ‘RUN Y/N RUN!!!’

Tommy moved to sit up carefully, his yawn even sounding scratchy as he coughed some, mindful to keep it away from you. He blinked, his eyes switching between your slightly widened eyes and the TikTok live stream, as well as chat still spamming for you to quickly book it while you still could.

“Y/n…” Tommy hummed with his hoarse voice, the scratch in it as you slowly began to sit up, moving to try and give yourself at least a small chance to run. “Why’re you live… On the TikTok community… Hm?” Each word came out a bit breathless as you could barely contain your grin, sitting up on one of your knees while your foot grazed the floor.

“Tommy, Tomathy, Tom Simons, Big Man, come on,” you giggled, moving your hands up to keep him back if he tried to grab you. “It’s nothing!”

Your persuasive argument - you really tried to get out of that one - didn’t work as he reached for you, only to be pulled off the bed as you leaned back to get away from him. A shout came from both of you as you landed on your thankfully carpeted floor - chat was spamming as you and Tommy groaned, laying in defeat beside one another as he reached over, ending your little live as you turned towards him, grinning.

“A TikTok live? Seriously?” Tommy groaned, dropping his head back against the plush carpet as you broke into a fit of giggles. “What?” He huffed as you wiped at a fake tear, gesturing towards his face as he frowned, reaching up and wiping away a thick line of drool that had clung to his chin.

Your soft laughter caused him to break out into a smile, joining in on the laughter as he rolled his eyes as you both held your sides, still laughing before you both settled into the soft flooring, your shoulders touching as you sighed, glancing outside. The sun had begun to set, leaving the room in a soft light - you knew Tommy had another vlog to do tomorrow with Jack, Tubbo and Ranboo. You turned towards him, smiling softly as Tommy glanced at you, still holding a bit of a frown.

“You’ve got a busy day tomorrow,”

“At least I’m not stuck editing,” he snickered as you punched his shoulder, making him cry out and rub at the wound.

“What the fuck!”

“I should make you edit your own vlogs, dickhead,” you groaned, moving to sit up as he followed your lead, huffing as he began to massage his temples. The reason why he came over suddenly came back to you.

“Shit, what’re you going to do about tomorrows’ vlog? You’re still sick,”

“I’m a big man, Y/n, I think I can handle a head cold-”

“Yeah, okay, not even half an hour ago you were whining and grumbling about your much your head hurt and how much you needed your best friend,”

“Aye! Don’t make me sound like a pussy!” He grumbled as you rolled your eyes, snatching your phone and flopping back onto your bed, going onto Twitter to see all of the screen records and clips your fans had gotten from your small live. Tommy sat on the floor glaring at you before standing, still glaring before attempting to climb over your comforted body.

“Tomathy!” You growled as he flopped back into his previous spot, snuggling into the comforting feel of your pillows and even your own warmth. It felt comforting for him to feel your precious, but he’s not a pussy so he’ll never admit it.

“Are you done?”

He side-eyed you, pursing his lips with a huff. Not answering as you rolled your eyes before returning to your hunt on Twitter. Tommy side-eyed you again, before scooting closer and watching a few of the clips with you. Tommy couldn’t hold back the scoff as there was a picture of him practically on top of you as you tried to speak to your chat.

“I am so sick of you,” he suddenly grunted as you glanced at him, rolling your own eyes while closing your phone and staring at the ceiling, once more that evening.

“I know you’re not, you can’t lie to your best friend, TommyInnit,” you scoffed as he sighed, closing his eyes as you felt your own body slowly become warm and comfy on your comforter, sighing as you and Tommy both began to drift asleep.

“You’re right.. But, I don’t see Tubbo here,” he mocked, his eyes still closed as you snapped open your eyes, frowning. You moved around some before snatching one of your smaller pillows and smacking it against his chest, causing him to yell out again.

“Now, I’M sick of you,” you huffed, settling in and closing your eyes as Tommy scoffed, as you two settled in, too tired for any more bickering and allowing you both to find comfort in your best friends arms once again - this time no lives, no chats, and no more annoying sniffles.

~~~~

a/n; I hope you enjoyed this anon! I definitely loved writing this, and I hope to see more requests in the future!

Until tomorrow, I hope you all have a beautiful day! ~ J

[weird-dere-fics]

Storytime! (Part 1)

Chef!Yukihira Soma x Cooking YouTuber!Reader

This is set 2 years after the end of the manga, meaning Soma is 27 years old in this story. 

Let us begin~ :)

You breathed a sigh through your nose as you adjusted your camera’s position on it’s new tripod. Unfortunately, your last one broke after you tripped over it and knocked the whole thing over. It was not a fun time for you. The floor was hard! You weren’t seriously hurt though, which was good. You were also extremely happy that your camera itself didn’t break. You would really be in for some money then. But anyway, right now wasn’t about that.

That was a week ago! Right now you were preparing to start filming your newest YouTube video. You had gotten your room clean, made sure the lighting was set up correctly, and ensured your spot for the video was nice and comfy in case the video ended up being extra long. (You would cut it down in the editing phase if it was too long, of course). “I better charge this thing after recording…” You murmured to yourself.

Once everything was properly prepared, you pressed the record button and sat down in your seat. You smiled at the camera, doing your usual greeting before jumping right into it. “You guys have been begging for a Q&A for some time now, so today I’m here to do just that. I hope you guys are excited to get to know a little more about me, or to just laugh with me,” you chuckled. You had a feeling some of the questions your subscribers and followers sent in would be memes.

“Also, welcome to my room!” you beamed, spreading your arms wide as you gestured to the space around you. “All of you that come to this channel regularly know I’m always in a kitchen for my videos, so enjoy the new scenery~. For all those watching one of my videos for the first time, hello! If you wanna see my normal videos in my kitchen, check out the rest of my channel. Hit like and subscribe. Turn that bell on! So you can be notified and all that.” You pulled out your phone, opening your twitter account and scrolling through all your recent tweets. After finding the one you were looking for from like a week ago, you tapped on it and opened the thread of replies. “So,”  you tilted your head a little, looking back at the camera, “I asked you guys last week to send in some questions on twitter for a Q&A, and a lot of you came to deliver. Thank you, by the way~.” You probably should have picked out some specific tweets in preparation for video, but didn’t. So it seemed you would instead just pick which ones you want to answer yourself. There might have been a lot of scrolling involved, but you would just cut that out in post.

“First question: When is your next video?” 

You thought for a second, “Well after this video is up, I’ll be working on a baking video. Should be up in 2 or 3 days max once you finish watching this one.”

The second question asked about how you liked being home again for a while.

You travel a lot due to your passion, you see. When you were younger, you had found you really enjoyed exploring culture. Especially through food. You got this from your parents, who were very much the same. One was a polygot and translator, another was a foodie. You had been around the world since you were young. 

As you grew and lived in different places, you found you worked a lot of jobs at different restaurants due to your love of food. That was until you started making money by doing your own thing on YouTube. You cooked and baked, and vlogged when you traveled to different places. Currently, your permanent home was in Japan. Though your home was here, you still ended up traveling a lot because of someone special. For the last few weeks though, you had gotten to stay home and relax a little. It was nice! And you explained that to the camera before moving on to the next questions.

How old are you? 

“I’m 25.”

Are you a morning person?

“If you mean staying up until 3am or worst case scenario 5am, yes,” you giggled.

Of all the countries you’ve been to, what do you think is your favorite? 

“Probably Taiwan~.”

I wanna be like you and have fun with my cooking, but I’m also so hard on myself. I’m really not good at it. How can I do what you do? You smiled softly, “We all have to start somewhere. Just keep cooking and trying to improve. I used to be really hard on myself too. Especially when I switched cooking jobs. You just have to learn to roll with the punches and believe in yourself. To be honest with you, I didn’t really start to let go of that harsh self criticism until I met someone special. Maybe you’ll meet someone like that too?” Your smile grew bigger, “I sure hope you meet that someone!” You scrolled a bit more, looking through the slew of questions you got before you laughed out loud. Funny how you got a question like this after mentioning ‘someone special’.

You single, bae?

You tuck some hair behind your ear and pucker your lips tiktok style as you look to the side for a moment, pausing for dramatic effect. ”No.” a deep voice answered for you, chuckling somewhere in front of you.

Your eyes widened as you started laughing more, your eyes landing on a familiar man with scarlet hair leaned against your shared bedroom doorway. “H-Hi,” you giggled, “You’re home?” “Uh huh. You recording right now?” he grinned. “Yeah, wanna join?” He shrugs before coming to sit next to you. You moved over so he would also be in frame good. “Soooooo,” you sucked in your lips playfully as you wrapped your arms around him, “This is my boyfriend, Soma. He cooks. Like a lot. And he inspires me every day~.” He perked up a little, looking at you, “I do?” “Mmhmmmm~,” you nodded. The golden eyed chef would kiss your cheek. You couldn’t help the smile that split them afterwards. You sat back before grabbing your phone again. “Looks like he gets to answer questions with me!” 

You looked at him slyly, “Don’t roast me.” “No promises,” he snickered. He looked at your phone screen too, eyes moving as he read some of the questions and helped you lengthen your video by answering them. A grin grew once he saw a question he really liked. “Hey, Y/n.” “Yeah?” “Wanna tell the story of how we met?” It was the way you sucked in a breath as your eyes fluttered closed, trying to suppress a smile and laugh. “Oh my god…” you murmured. Soma’s grin became a little mischievous. The way you described everything from your end always cracked him up. You turned to the camera, putting your hands together as you raised your brows, “This is gonna take the rest of the video, guys.”

[adorethedistance]

READING MY BOYFRIEND’S FANFICTION?? - Owen Joyner x Influencer!Reader

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Requested: OMGGG!! Could you do a an Owen fic based around his girlfriend being an armature youtuber/social media influencer (shes also an actress and they met on set and have been dating for a while) and it’s “reading/reacting to my boyfriend’s fanfiction” ? You can do whatever you want with the fanfic part it’s just a concept that has been running around in my head for a while. LOVE ALL YOUR WORK!!

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, very mild

Words: 1460

A/N: A fic?? From Ace?? Hi. I’m off spring break officially and so my stress has dissipated immensely. School was becoming so much these last two weeks and I thought I’d be stressed or worried, but I’m actually fine? It’s weird lol so I decided I could be productive with my stress-free moment and post a little fic for y’all. I love this prompt, and before any of you writers panic, I’m using my own fics for the fanfictions because I wouldn’t want to put y’all on the spot like that. Also this is my 3000 post! thought that was cool lol

“Do you wanna do the intro?”

“I think I have to do the intro.”

“Okay, go for it.”

“Alright,” Owen sighs out a heavy breath in exaggerated preparation for my (some would say lengthy) intro. “Hello, hi. Yes, okay, this is Y/n Y/l/n vlogs, welcome or welcome back to my channel!” Once Owen finishes his statement I’m so stunned I can’t generate any sort of response other than a slacked jaw semi smile.

“That was not even close. Do you know my intro?”

“I got the first part right!”

“You’ve lost intro privileges,” I turn back to the mess of lights and tripods in front of me and ignore the disaster of an intro Owen offered. “Oh, hello, hi! I am Y/n and this is: Reading My Boyfriend’s Fanfiction!”

“That’s basically what I did.”

“No, it is not! It’s ‘oh, hello, hi. I am ‘name’ and this is: ‘title of video’.”

“You don’t ‘welcome to my channel’?” Owen’s voice has dropped to a hushed volume as he genuinely inquires about the segments of my usual introduction.

“I do not.”

“Don’t use any of this,” he pleads when making direct eye contact with the camera. “Mister Sid. Editing Sid, please don’t embarrass me.” His pleas fall on deaf ears, knowing that I’ll be using the footage in full.

“Anyways. Butchered intro aside, I am Y/n and today I am here with my lovely “So Many Stars” costar and scene partner, Owen Joyner!”

“I’m also your boyfriend.”

“That too,” I give Owen’s pointed comment a soft place to land, “So, yesterday--it was actually like, two weeks ago, I don’t know why I said yesterday--a little while back, I came across a tweet telling me someone had written a fanfic about us-”

“Did you read it?”

“On Wattpad. Of course, I read it. There are only three chapters up right now and they’re all in the 2-3k range so it was a quick read.”

“2-3k?”

“Words,” I reply nonchalantly as I unlock my phone. I bookmarked a few one-shots beforehand for us to read, and I’m slightly cocky about my selections. Owen then responds with an outburst of shock.

“2-3 thousand words is a short read?” I merely give him a blank stare.

“Judging by that reaction, Owen hasn’t read any fanfics in his life.”

“Is that not long to you- That’s what she said.” Owen cuts me off with his own stupid joke and I briefly sigh before answering.

“No, that isn’t long. Baby, I’m here for that 130k slow burn enemies to lovers on AO3 with the ‘only one bed’ and ‘locked in a closet’ tropes.”

“The what?”

“Oh, we have so much to catch you up on.”

__________________________

“So I saved three fics, an angst, a fluff, and a smut. Which do you want to read?”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“Oh my- okay. Angst is the sad shit, it’s what you read when you need your heartbroken and a good cry. Smut is pretty much in the name, it’s explicit content that will undoubtedly get this video demonetized, but that’s okay because we do have a sponsor. And fluff is the cute moments, domestic and sometimes mundane romance that makes you smile like an idiot and put the device down to screech into a pillow.” Throughout my whole explanation, I can tell Owen was becoming more and more lost, so I opt to give him a few moments to collect his thoughts.

“Let’s start with the fluff just to ease into things.”

“Smart choice. This fic I have saved is called ‘Baby Fever’ and the summary says ‘you and Owen spend a day at the zoo babysitting Baby Shada, and her presence sparks conversation about adding a new presence of your very own’.”

“That sounds so ominous.”

“Here, I’ll read the narration and reader’s POV, and then you’ll read your own dialogue.” Owen nods and leans over my right shoulder to read off of my computer screen.

“You actually start the fic.”

“‘You ready, little one?’” The instantaneous actor mode Owen slips into has me howling with laughter at which he looks at me confused. My gasping for air makes Owen laugh empathetically despite still being unsure as to what’s killing me at the moment.

“Why are you laughing?!” He yells, dramatically shaking my shoulder.

“Just the way you jumped into that, I wasn’t prepared for you to turn on the acting charm. Okay, uhhhh, ‘I bite back a laugh when I hear Owen’s voice coo from the back seat’.”

The two of us go back and forth between reading the narrative, bouts of laughter, commentary on the accuracy of Owen’s character, and we finally manage to finish the 2.5k fic in about forty minutes.

“‘When he looks up from CJ’s tiny body and recognizes the familiar ‘baby fever’ look in my eyes, he smiles and utters a simple-’.”

“‘I told you so.’”

“That was cute! I like the tie-in of having us watching over Baby Shada- or, sorry, you and ‘y/n’ watching over Baby Shada.”

“They wrote me kinda funny, I don’t think I’d ever fabricate a life to make conversation with a stranger due to baby fever.” My jaw drops slightly and before Owen can respond to my reaction, I cry,

“That is such a lie!”

“What?”

“You absolutely would do something like that, are you kidding me?!”

“No, I would not!” Owen punctuates every word with the utmost offense. He has the same look in his eye as when he was proving himself to be the cleanest phantom of the three on the Sunset Drive podcast.

“You literally told the guy at Home Depot yesterday that we were buying plants for our child’s nursery!”

“Okay, that’s different-”

“How is that different? That’s the exact same thing as fanfic you!” Owen’s furrowed brow and dropped jaw are a sight to be seen as he leans away from me, bending at the waist to stare at me with defiance. I raise my eyebrows pointedly as I await a response. Instead of actually producing a response, Owen lunges forward, grabbing my waist in his hands and squeezing gently. The feeling makes me screech and gasp of laughter from surprise and also being ticklish.

“Owen! Owe-STOP, I’m gonna drop my laptop!” I manage to say through my laughter and with one final grab, he releases me from his hold. It takes a minute for my laughter to settle but once I do, the two of us are simply breathing heavy and staring at one another with giddy smiles on our faces. In a moment’s clarity, I turn to look into the camera lens to talk directly to my editor,

“Sid, don’t use any of this. And please don’t cut to this after we finish reading to make it look like- things were happening.”

“Actually, I think you should, Sid. Just cut to right there and make the world think we-”

“OKAY, thanks for watching, bye!” I quickly stop the recording before Owen says something we’re unable to recover from. I hear him laugh gently behind me as I set my laptop down on the coffee table behind the tripod. Coming back to the couch, I move to plop down but before landing successfully on the cushion next to my phone, Owen grabs my body and moves me to sit on top of him.

“You are crazy, you know that?”

“Hmm. Crazy for you, maybe.” His cheesy line makes me scoff but smile nonetheless. I reach my right hand up to caress the side of his face as we sit cheek to cheek.

“Remind me to never film with you again.” The gesture is sweet and the sentiment is not which makes Owen laugh and he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. I lean back into him so my back is pressed flush with his chest as he lazily wraps both arms around me.

“You say that now but you’ll regret it when you wanna do a ‘boyfriend does my makeup’ challenge video.”

“Nah. I’ll just call Charlie to-” Without allowing me to finish my sentence, Owen is digging his fingertips back into the tissue of my sides and I squeal with laughter once more. This time the torment is short-lived and Owen releases me after a sweet, reconciling kiss. “Do you have baby fever now?”

“It was cute and all, but not really, no.”

“That’s too bad,” I stand up from my spot on his lap to grab my computer and hold it to my chest, “I was gonna say we could practice some baby-making.”

And with that, I turned on the balls of my feet, heading for my bedroom when I heard Owen stand up eagerly, quick to follow.

***

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[isthisthingeven0n]

who let the kids in? : j.w

brief summary: whilst filming an episode of jeffs barbershop, jeff has an unexpected visitor, or three - his wife and kids who are filming for their family channel 

word count: 1.4k requested:  yes by a sweet anon, i hope you like it b! warnings: literally none, it’s all fluff 

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

m y  e t s y  s h o p

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

“Mommy, mommy!” You rolled over as you felt a tug on the blanket barely covering your legs. “Mommy, I’m hungry.” 

Opening your eyes, a yawn left your lips as you sat upright, seeing Jeff fast asleep beside you with the majority of the blanket over him. 

“Hey sweetie,” You smile brightly, trying to fight back the urge to lie down as you swing your legs over the egde of the bed whilst your daughter giggles. “fancy some breakfast, huh?” 

Your little girl holds her hand out for you to take as you follow her out from your bedroom, leaving your husband to sleep in as you head down the stairs and into the kitchen. 

“What’d you feel like this morning then Maisie?” You kneel down to your daughters level, her brunette hair losely tied back with a scrunchie as she sways from side to side. 

Following her gaze, she points over to the box of coco pops. “Can I have those, please?” She asks so sweetly it melts your heart. 

As you prepare her breakfast, you hum to yourself. “Looks like you started the day without us?” Jeff walks in with your son in his arms, cradling his head against his shoulder. 

“Daddy!” Maisie abandons her breakfast as she runs over to Jeff, wrapping her arms around his legs. 

“You gonna say hi to your brother?” Jeff asks as he kneels down, shifting Jasper to face Maisie who gently reaches out for Jaspers closed palm. 

“Hi, Jaspy.” She whispers, unaware of you filming snippets of these moments for your channel. “Come on, Mommys making breakfast!” Maisie looks up to Jeff who raises an eyebrow as he rises to his feet, walking over to kiss you good morning. 

“When did you get up?” Jeff asks you as he sets Jasper down in his cot, cooing him as he squirms momentarily. 

A loud yawn leaves your lips as Jeff glances over his shoulder, chuckling to you. “About 6? Maisie came in wanting breakfast and you looked so sleepy.” You admit as you wrap your arms around Jeff’s waist, resting your head on his chest as you feel his chest rise and fall with laughter.

“Last nights activities wore me out, babe.” He whispers, unaware of you rolling your eyes before pulling away. “Are you alright to go to the park without me today?” 

You nod in response, heading over to the coffee machine. “You shooting today?” 

Passing Jeff a coffee, he inhales the steam. “Yeah, we’re doing American Psycho, few different guests coming in.” Jeff explains as you take your own coffee, enjoying the brief moment of quiet whilst Maisie eats her breakfast and Jasper naps. 

And before you can close your eyes and enjoy the peace, Jasper begins to cry and Maisie has finished her breakfast, holding the bowl up above her head to prove it’s empty. “No, Maisie!” Jeff is too slow to move as droplets of milk land in Maisie’s hair, and she starts crying. “Oh baby, there’s no point crying over some spilt milk.” He sighs, picking her up whilst you go see to Jasper. 

Swaying gently with Jasper in your arms, you glance around at the clock. “Jeff,” You speak up as Jeff rises the last of the milk from Maisie’s hair. “you gotta go ready, you can’t be late to your own show.” You remind him as he wears a guilty expression. 

“Are you,” He doesn’t even have to finish as you nod, waving him off. “thank you, babe.” He kisses you sweetly before rushing up the stairs whilst you pick up your camera, stopping the recording for the meantime whilst you get the kids ready for the day ahead. 

*

“Is Daddy working, Mommy?” Maisie asks as you walk with the pushchair in front of you, Maisie standing on the platform at the back whilst the cover is concealing Jasper from the bright sunshine. 

Nearing the park, you can see kids already playing and laughing. “He is sweetie, that’s why Nerf isn’t joining us on our outting today.” You explain. 

See, Maisie doesn’t fully understand what you and Jeff do for work. All she understands is that Jeff goes off to film things whilst you’re able to film at home most of the time alongside him. Your YouTube channel isn’t the typical family vlogging type, you include snippets of your kids within your day instead of having it revolve around them. 

“Could we go visit Daddy after we play?” Maisie suggests as you push open the gate and she climbs down. 

You pause for a moment, wondering if the content Jeff will be filming is something Maisie could see or not. Then again, she’s been on set when Jeff films countless times, and all the crew love her and Jasper, but then again some are too high to fully notice. 

“We’ll see, baby.” You tell her as she runs off, leaving you with Jasper as you take a seat on a bench with your laptop, importing footage to roughly edit whilst Maisie plays in the enclosed park. 

An hour passes by and you check your phone, seeing Jeff has texted you to say he’s almost finishing filming for the day. 

“Mais, come on baby!” You call out as Maisie waves to some friends she made whilst you sort Jasper out as she skips over to you with a bright smile, her eyes glowing just like her Dad’s. 

“Can we go see Daddy now?” Maisie asks once more, and you nod, knowing you can’t so not to her, and Jeff will have a harder time saying no to his little girl. 

*

“Okay, but you gotta be quiet, yeah?” You mumble to Maisie as you stand in the lift and she nods, pressing her finger to her lips and shushes herself whilst you take your camera out. 

As you exit the lift, your conversation seems to have left Maisie’s mind as she runs across the corridor to the front door. She knocks loudly, and before you can catch up with the pram, the door opens and Maisie is in. 

“What the?” You struggle to hold your smile as you peer through the front door, seeing Jeff stood covered in fake blood whilst Maisie is at his feet, gripping his legs. 

“Hi Daddy,” Maisie giggles. “you look funny.” 

“Who let my kid in?” Jeff calls out, looking to the crew who shrug their shoulders. 

“Might’ve been me.” Jonah admits, holding his hand up whilst Scott remains seated, looking at your daughter as he waves sweetly to her. 

Walking in, you smile sheepishly as one of the cameras is facing you. “Hey, babe.” You speak up as you lift Jasper from his pram, walking over and your eyes widen at the sight you’re greeted with. “What the actual fluff?” You ask, covering your mouth with one hand whilst the other cradles Jasper. 

“It’s American Psycho baby, gotta go all or nothing.” Jeff holds his hands up in defence whilst you chuckle. 

“Hey Scott,” You wave and Scott nods to you. 

“Want me to mind Jasper for a minute?” Scott suggests and you nod gratefully, passing your son across to one of his many Uncles as Scott hums one of his tunes to your son. 

“Daddy,” Maisie holds her arms up to Jeff, making those grabby hands. 

“Oh come on, princess.” Jeff chuckles as he bends down, picking Maisie up as you go to protest, watching as her dress is covered in fake blood. “Oh,” Jeff sighs, realising what has happened as you huff.

“Jeff,” You drag his name out, yet Maisie giggles at the marks covering her pink dress. 

“Mommy I’m just like Daddy!” Maisie states proudly, and Jeff raises an eyebrow to you. 

“You got all this, right?” You glance over your shoulder to Jonah who nods, having taken your camera once you came in as Jasper woke up. 

“Wanna go sort Jasper out whilst I wrap up?” Jeff suggests and you nod. 

“Come on Mais,” You call out, but Jeff shakes his head. “you can’t finish filming with Maisie covered in fake blood, the media will have a field day, Jeff.” You remind him as you hold your hand out and he lowers Maisie back to the ground. 

“Go on, go to Mommy, sweetie.” Jeff motions to Maisie as she rushes over to your side. “I love you babe!” Jeff calls out sheepishly as you chuckle, walking away from the set. 

“I love you too.” You call out, sometimes wondering what you got yourself into all those years ago. 

[ayellowcurtain]

What about Sander who is the dance partner of Robbe’s sister, but when Robbe comes pick her op from the dance studio, he meets Robbe. Sander ends up teaching Robbe how to dance because it will be his prom very soon so he would be able to dance with a girl from his school, but eventualy it will be Robbe and Sander going to the prom together and Robbe will show his footwork on the dance floor while spinning Sander around his finger

“How do I look?” Noor shakes her hair from underneath and everything sits perfectly right under her sharp jawline. Her haircut is so blunt and pitch black and Robbe can’t imagine anyone else rocking it as good as she does.

“So perfect.” He answers honestly and she looks at him through the mirror in front of her, blowing him a kiss and Robbe smiles at his older sister. She really is ridiculously beautiful, Robbe can’t even believe it.

Her makeup is very bright for tonight, almost neon-ish with the eyeshadows and the bright pink blush, so edgy like everything else Noor does. Robbe has a feeling that if it isn’t for her to be the brightest person in the room, Noor wouldn’t even want to go. She likes to dress up and be original and weird in a way, but again, she can rock it like very few others could.

“Not that it matters, really…” She complains, sitting closer to the mirror to put some red lipstick on. Britt and her are still in that weird grey area, Robbe guesses. They went out to talk yesterday but from Noor’s behavior and lack of interest in talking about it with him, he imagines not much changed.

“She’ll be there and you’re kinda hard to miss so I’m sure things will move tonight. Or you will. Finally make a move.”

Robbe tries to keep looking at the computer screen, editing the vlog Jens is waiting for him to send back later today - Jens can be extremely chill about everything but he’s weirdly professional about these videos - but it’s hard to ignore when Noor is staring at you, almost piercing through him so he looks up at her again.

“Look who’s talking. I invited Sander to go to prom with me just so you can stare at him up closer, hoping he’ll finally make a move, any move, a word would be a good start.”

“Shut up.” Robbe closes his laptop, feeling his cheeks get red instantly, his work here is done and Noor doesn’t need to see him blushing because of her close friend yet again. He just needed to keep her company, watch her put on her silky and bright purple dress and do her make up, make some small talk to keep her entertained for the long hours of preparation.  

“You’ll talk to him today, I don’t care what it takes.”

Robbe leaves her bedroom door open behind him and rushes to his room, thinking that he should take a shower, be a little more presentable when Sander gets here to pick up his sister. He looks at himself in his bathroom mirror and he feels so stupid and small. He’s too skinny, too small, this long hair that Robbe has no idea what to do with it. It’s impossible to understand how he and Noor are related, made by the same two other beautiful and confident humans.

Before his shower, Robbe puts a bunch of clothes on display on his bed, trying to put together the perfect outfit.

Everything now seems too big, too old and worn out. He decides for the black sweater he stole from Noor that fits him perfectly - that’s why it’s basically brand new, because Robbe thinks it’s too fitted any other day - and his usual black jeans that don’t seem too old. He can’t risk a last minute homemade haircut so he decides to keep it long and natural, messy as usual.

There’s no way Noor will let him get away with hiding in his bedroom tonight so at least he has to try to look decent when the time comes.

-

Sander adjusts his button-up shirt and runs his hand through the front, trying to get rid of any wrinkles, looking up to not get caught overthinking when someone opens the door suddenly for him.

He was expecting someone else, so he’s left with an open mouth and no words coming out of it when he sees Robbe right there, leaning against the door, trying not to trip with how quickly he opened either.

“Hi…” Sander breathes out, knowing he’s making a fool of himself but unable to stop it.

“Hi...hm, come in.” Robbe opens the door wider and Sander walks in, standing next to the door to wait for Robbe to close it.

“Hi Sander!” He hears their mom screaming from probably the kitchen and he looks in that direction for just a second, not wanting to waste his time when Robbe is looking so beautiful right in front of him, with nobody else close enough to interrupt them.

“Hi!” His voice sounds even worse the second time so he presses his lips together, putting his hands inside his pockets, standing on his tiptoes and then on his heels.

“Noor should be coming down soon…” He nods his head and keeps looking at Robbe. He looks too good for someone that’s just staying inside for tonight.

“You’re going out too?”

“Me? No, no...I have to work on some things for Jens’ video so...yeah.”

Of course he’s busy doing something for Jens. Sander looks down and nods his head, happy he’ll be able to get shitfaced with Noor - and probably Britt - and not think about fucking Jens.

“You look handsome.” Robbe says in an almost whisper and Sander looks up over his lashes, closing his hands inside his pockets.

“Thank you. You look good too for someone that’s staying inside on a Friday night…”

Robbe smiles shyly and Sander imagines himself stepping closer, holding his face and finally just kissing him, for hours, hopefully.

They’re only two years different in age but Robbe looks so angelic, so not deserving of the mess Sander is. And of course he’s Noor’s baby brother, so no matter how small the age difference is, it still feels like Robbe is even younger because he’s Noor’s favorite person in the world and she’s not afraid to treat him like a baby.

The thing Sander would do with that boy…

Noor comes down the stairs almost like she’s reading his disrespectful thoughts about her little brother and Sander feels like he was caught so he looks at her, trying to apologize in his thoughts even though he didn’t do anything wrong yet.

He knows Noor would be happy if they just did it already, kissed and got together like they want to. At least Sander thinks they want to, and he’s been almost sure about it for a year now. Noor tells him that Robbe has the biggest crush on him over and over again and if it was only up for her approval or not, she would be so happy to finally see them together but it still feels like he shouldn’t.

It’s just not that easy to make it happen, it’s safer to keep it platonic. Sander wants Robbe to make a move if he wants to because Sander doesn’t want to pressure him to do anything, to make a choice if he feels like there’s nothing to choose, if they shouldn’t be together.

“You two are so weird.” Noor complains, rolling her eyes, standing next to Sander, calling for her mom to come say goodbye already. She holds his hand in a weird way, no fingers intertwined and the three of them know it means less than nothing but Sander still has to hold himself back from explaining, telling Robbe it means nothing.

“Are you going to take the pictures of us?” Sander asks quietly and Robbe looks at him and then at Noor, laughing sheepishly.

“I guess so.”

“Don’t worry, Robbie. I’ll take good care of him and bring him whole later.”

He laughs and Sander smiles, keeping his eyes on Robbe to watch his full reaction, hoping he won’t disagree. He only nods his head and that’s all Sander needed to make this the best night of his life already. Robbe didn’t correct Noor, didn’t say anything against it and that’s all Sander needed for now.

-

Sander doesn’t mind early mornings most of the time. His sleeping schedule is not the healthiest, he’s sure but he’s happy he’s getting his solid seven hours of sleep every night, it doesn’t matter if sometimes he goes to bed at 2 or if he wakes up past midday, as long as he slept seven hours, he feels good, safe. It’s been working for him, at least.

Robbe is still asleep and Sander smiles, carefully lying back down next to him, moving slowly on the bed to lie on his side, putting his hand under his cheek, watching Robbe sleep with his mouth slightly open, a hint of dry drool on the corner of his lips, his hair a lot shorter than two years ago, but getting longer, with the curls turning outwards around his face.

It’s finally the big day. The day Sander will go to Robbe’s prom as his date. It’s an inside joke that he’s both Noor’s and Robbe’s date and Sander adores Noor, really, but this is so much better.

He planned the perfect day for them, to celebrate Robbe finally being done with school, but they have the morning free so he’s in no rush to wake up his boyfriend.

While waiting he can hear the rest of the house slowly waking up, the muffled footsteps of their fluffy socks to go downstairs, the wood creaking in every step and Sander is happy they are at the very last floor of the house, away from all the chaos.

Noor is probably the last one to wake up and even though she’s on the second floor beneath them, Sander can still hear her electric toothbrush as she hums a happy song and he hears the stupid laughters of her and Britt trying to be quiet while probably making out in the bathroom with the door open.

Sander sighs, snuggling closer to his boyfriend and Robbe finally gives a small sign that he might be half awake. The thin lines on his cheek appear and he also pushes his hips and the rest of his body follows, resting right in between Sander’s arms, his warm breath hitting Sander’s bare chest directly.

“So you’re awake…”

It takes a long but not heavy second for Robbe to answer with his eyes still very much closed, “For a minute.”

He wraps his arms around Sander’s waist, low whines slipping out of his mouth as a silent complaint of how little Sander is helping him move his body closer.

“It’s still kinda early, you can sleep a little more.” He finally gives in, wrapping them both in a mess of heavy and comfortable limbs tangled together, making sure they’re both still covered by Robbe’s weighted comforter.

“I was dreaming about you.” Robbe leaves a trail of soft kisses from the angle between his collarbone and neck all the way behind his ear.

“Yeah? What was I doing? If you’re allowed to tell me that…”

Robbe smiles against his neck, putting his head back on his pillow, finally opening his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to get used to the sunlight clearly ignoring his closed yellow curtains completely.

“You were extremely impressed by my dance moves.”

Sander snorts and that makes Robbe’s head instantly move to look up at him.

“What?” Robbe tries not to smile too.

“Your dance moves?” Sander lifts his eyebrows, playing with the curls cupping Robbe’s ear. They’ve only been together for a few months, but Sander is sure Robbe has absolutely no dance moves.

“I’m a good dancer, Sander!”

“Cutie, I love you so much, but there’s no way you can dance. I can’t dance either so it’s fine! Were we dancing well?”

Robbe doesn’t answer, but he’s still looking at Sander, his eyes moving to see every inch of his face.

“What?”

“You said you love me. Very much.”

Sander opens and closes his mouth. He said these words so many times in his head he completely forgot they never said it out loud.

Everytime Robbe laughs wholeheartedly, or when he snuggles closer to Sander when they’re ready to go to sleep, when he’s actually hearing Sander go on and on about Bowie or art in general, when Robbe is brushing his teeth still half asleep every morning, when he opens his arms wide, sitting in front of Sander on his bike, when he’s a very talkative drunk.

Everytime Sander stares and thinks about how much he loves Robbe. He thought he had said it out loud before.

“It’s not a lie…” He tries to go the easier route first to test the waters, now too aware that he said that he loved Robbe and he didn’t hear anything back yet, still playing with that one curl and Robbe holds his face carefully with one hand, making Sander look in his eyes, “I love you, Robbe. I’m not afraid to use these words lightly with you.”

He doesn’t doubt that Robbe loves him back, it would be impossible to think that when Robbe looks at him like he’s doing right now.

With his soft eyes going even softer, brighter, pressing his thin lips together, smiling so wide that every line to his dimples appear, a bright pink starting to pool on his cheekbones. And Robbe has this thing he does unconsciously that’s between a purr and a pleased whine that he does often when he’s this close to Sander. He gently touches Robbe’s dimple with his fingertips, drawing a line to his ear like he’s trying to make Robbe open his smile wider.

“I love you too, Sander.”

He looks at Robbe and just takes the moment in, hearing him say it back, it feels amazing, but also so very normal. He knew Robbe felt it anyway. It feels like sunbeams during a blue-sky-winter-morning.

The morning breaths don’t bother him when he kisses Robbe, turning his body a little to rest over Robbe’s naked chest, slipping his arm down, trying to lift the heavy comforter so he can fully go under it when the door is wide open out of nowhere.

“My baby is graduating!” Sander looks over his shoulder while quickly taking his hand from under the comforter to find Noor at the door holding a trait with their breakfast, Britt right behind her, smiling shyly, both of them wearing very similar and small pajamas, the same haircut, and Britt follows Noor inside, both of the girls sitting on Robbe’s bed, almost pushing him to sit up right away, ruining every plan Sander had of giving Robbe an early and very nice graduation gift.

[nanowrimo]

Meet Our New NaNo Interns: Sandra, Chyina, and Fatima!

We feel super lucky here at NaNo HQ to be able to work with some excellent interns! Today, meet our newest cohort of interns: Sandra, Chyina, and Fatima. You’ll be getting to know them better throughout November, but today they’re here to tell you a little about themselves:

Sandra, Programs Intern

Hi Wrimos—it’s going to be a weird one this year! I type this introduction from the brick buildings of Providence, Rhode Island, where I remain holed up with my housemates. Our walls are thin enough that we can hear each other as we attend our respective classes; we emerge for sustenance and, occasionally, the craven desire for friendship, which would be typical for college students if it weren’t for the ever-present pandemic looming over our heads. 

Last night, I woke up shivering because of an unaccountable cold snap, when it’s usually sweltering in Rhode Island until late September. Meanwhile my family in California wake up to red skies and temperatures well into the 100s. I haven’t felt this unsure about my future since I was eight and learned that someday, the sun would swell into a red giant and vaporize our planet, and in such chaos, I find myself exceedingly grateful for the regular annual event of NaNoWriMo.

This NaNoWriMo, I’m looking forward to seeing all the wonderful ways our community can reach across the web to connect! Already, in the YWP forums I’ve seen so many ways young writers are supporting each other in these times of stress; who’s to say us ancient ones can’t equally rise to the occasion? Right now, the constant in my life is looking for the kinder moments in life, the neighbors helping each other, the small acts of solidarity and compassion in even just a pal reaching out to check on me. I anticipate many of those moments emerging this November, as writer alike helps each other to the finish line. 

I said it would be a weird one this year, but weird is good, I’ve found. Weird is memorable—in the long and storied history of NaNoWriMo, this year will truly stand out as a novel-ty (hah). As this year’s Program Intern, I hope this introduction has already told you what you need to know about me: I love this community, and my entire role is devoted to cheering you all on. It’s a selfish wish too—I’ll be alongside the rest of you, trucking along with a garbled mess of a novel, and feeding off the communal energy. 

Anyone who undertakes the creative behemoth of NaNoWriMo in these times has already won, in my humble opinion, as creators and authors of tales waiting to be told. Looking forward to the next few months!

Chyina, Editorial Intern

Picture a young girl reading the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe. Fast forward a few years and she has discovered that the only thing she wants to do is work with words: reading them, writing them, editing them, or making them up. Now, imagine a year of pure chaos and craziness.

You may have guessed that the girl is me and that the year is 2020. Well, as ridiculous as this year has been, it did give me the opportunity to work with NaNoWriMo as an intern. I have been participating since I was in high school and when I found out that they were looking for remote interns for the first time ever, I had to apply. And I cannot wait to begin working as the Editorial Intern this fall.

For the curious minds who may want to know more about who I am, my favorite book is The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa, a book I discovered when I participated in DisQuiet, an international literary program. It’s a book the author calls his “factless autobiography” and has a timeless quality I aspire to have in my own work. I try to find inspiration in the little things, like the leaf floating through the air or why that one book in your library smells like gasoline. 

I also am the cofounder of the Women of Color Writers’ Circle, which is an international group dedicated to showcasing and nurturing the voices of women of color. I haven’t thought of a solid NaNo project yet, but I have dozens of ideas floating in my head. 

Thanks for having me! I can’t wait to get started working with all my fellow word nerds.

Fatima, Tech Intern

Hey y’all!

My name is Fatima and I am super excited to be joining this amazing community as your fall tech intern. I am currently a junior at Cornell University majoring in Information Science and Sociology. I am studying remotely from Illinois this year, which means I am always a mess and in fear of missing a meeting. My classes are on Eastern Standard Time, this internship is on Pacific Standard Time, but I am living in Central Standard Time. Time zones are beating me up. (Fun fact: I learned about the existence of Mountain Standard Time at my first NaNoWriMo HQ meeting a few weeks ago)

I am passionate about racial and gender equity in tech and the intersections of the humanities with technology. On campus, I’m trying to start a Digital Humanities club and am involved in many womxn of color organizations. A few personal projects of mine currently are getting my email inbox down to 0 (last week it was 5,035, today it’s 3,454--progress!), finishing the Couch to 5K challenge (I'm on week 5), and finding out who Mary Alice really is on Desperate Housewives.

I say that I’ve been a Wrimo since I was 12, but I’ve only fully participated one year. I’ve tried to do different takes on the challenge like writing in my journal every day (very relaxing, definitely recommend) and writing a short story every day (was really hard to come up with new ideas and sadly I burnt out quickly). I also enjoy watching NaNoWriMo prep videos and vlogs on YouTube, introducing friends to NaNoWriMo, and following writing inspiration accounts on Instagram and Pinterest. I definitely talk about writing and call myself a writer more than I actually write but that will all change this November (hopefully)!

[jae-canikeepyou]

| right here & now | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: alternate universe + youtuber!yn

a/n: thank you for the request and i really loved writing this so much even if the idea of having yuno as my bf will never happen lol ;-; anyway, i hope you enjoy reading my lovelies! 💕~j.

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the curtains swayed with the wind spells that entered your room, marking a new morning. this morning however, was a very special one that you planned this for months hoping it would pull off like you wanted it to. you stretched in your bed, kicking off the blankets that trapped the heat around your body. the clock said 6 a.m. and you had more than enough time to prepare for the flight scheduled at noon.

pressing the button to record, you began your vlog by doing a gwrm routine and choosing your ootd, in which you were always always indecisive for because sometimes you would find yourself facetiming him and he’d pick the right one for you. perks of having a fashionable boyfriend, yes?

“guys..” you let one a little whine as you pat lightly on your face with a concealer. “i’m really nervous because even though i texted yuno that i’ll be having a meeting for a collab with another channel, i can’t imagine how he’d feel if i didn’t reply him for the next hours. or maybe if i don’t reply him at all.”

of course being the busy people you both were, even a message from each other was a big deal because hello, a long distance relationship was a struggling kind and some instances, fall-outs were common. although you did understand the need of physical comfort from a loved one, it was a matter of trust and patience on a daily basis that you would eventually end up in his arms when that time came.

and that time was today.

how you met nct 127’s jaehyun was definitely unexpected. you were one of the few singer-songwriter youtubers invited to a performance at an event along with other renowned singers. the group came as a special guest, giving fans and fellow artists greetings and basically hyped up the entire hall with their music as if it was their concert alone. you weren’t that interested at first since the event was your very first invitation, so you were more conscious on yourself than having the time to appreciate others, but you were a fan of nct 127’s music.

jaehyun too was lowkey, a fan of your channel. he didn’t want to show how giddy he felt when you stood on that stage; a guitar in hand and just a microphone by your lips. he was aware of the hand-held cameras the staff pointed him with, and tried to keep a straight face. however, when you reached the peak of your unplugged version of your song, the feels hit him differently. you sounded soulful, gentle, that it grew the urge for him to want to do a collab with you.

so when the event finished and you were told to meet other artists at their respective tent / booths, he ran into you— he couldn’t hide his smile anymore. you shook hands with him, realizing that he didn’t took his eyes off of you. “you were amazing out there.” you shyly complimented him, his shimmering suit shone like his eyes did.

“i’d say the same with you y/n.” he smiled and liked the way how your name rolled on his tongue. “i hope we can do a collab some day.”

“that’d be nice.”

jaehyun itched to have contact with you since then; that was three years ago. the last time he saw you in person was when you went to seoul weeks after for an interview. his friends could see the pink dusting his cheeks when you posted a new song, cover or vlog. sometimes he’d forget there was practice because he was too immersed into you. it was up until a couple of months after the event had he built up the courage to direct message you in instragram, finally having to connect with you.

then the rest was history and soon reaching the third year of your relationship. both of your feelings were mutual and came to a decision that you both were a couple. for jaehyun the most, it was quite difficult to dodge the questions at talk shows/interviews relating to love life when all he had in his heart was you and you only. on the other hand, you had to ignore questions on insta live whether you were seeing anyone; because they noticed a different aura within you on every video you upload.

“if you’re wondering how i’m planning to ‘ignore’ yuno.. well, i chose to not use my phone for the next 14 hours. i have to pretend that i’m ‘busy’ and ‘occupied’ with work.” you now entered the lift to exit your apartment and headed to the taxi waiting for you. “hopefully it’ll convince him why i couldn’t use my phone.”

you continued to film your surrounding for aesthetics, choosing the suitable background music. so far in the day, you talked about how hard long distance was. not seeing jaehyun personally for three years was a challenge. sometimes when you knew that he’d visit the city for a tour, you’d be filled with work and filming and bummed out because you wouldn’t be able to see him.

johnny messaged you just before your breakfast that they just finished rehearsal and were now taking a break. you sighed a lot more today as you knew he’d be sending you a message any second.

or so you thought.

♡  yuno ♡  would like to facetime you.

you panicked because right now, you were at the airport. however, luckily enough, you were at a fastfood chain located a little far off from the departure hall, so he wouldn’t notice that you were at the airport and just pigging out at some random restaurant. you placed the phone just beside your laptop, pretending to ‘edit’ videos when you were actually chatting away with johnny for the plans when you reach seoul. the camera was at the other side of your belongings, seated at a blind spot where only you could be seen in his perspective.

“hi babe.” he greeted you with a flying kiss as his sweat rolled down his temples. “oh? you’re outside this early?” he moved sideway as if he could see anything behind you.

“i’m having breakfast.” you showed a subway sandwich and an orange juice. “yeah well, i’m preparing for a meeting later.”

gosh i hate lying to him.

he moistened his lips, brushing his hair back with a headband. “what meeting?” he raised a brow, making you chuckle that he obviously didn’t see your message. 

you rolled your eyes, turning the phone to the laptop screen and showed him the chat from the night before. “i told you i have a collab with another channel, didn’t i? anyway, i have to finish up and head for the meeting. call you later?”

“ah..” he whined. “we didn’t even talk for a minute, but okay. i’ll wash up and call you again. take care babe! i love you so much.”

“i love you too.” you said before ending the call. clenching your chest, you sighed deeply as you faced the camera that recorded the whole conversation. “this is hard. i never expected him to call me. i’ll make sure i won’t use my phone starting from now.”

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you yawned quite loudly as you watched the airplane icon reach the borderline of south korea at the screen before you. now that you thought about it, you haven’t recorded anything since the departure and it was a perfect timing because the sun was just rising by your side of the window.

“okay, hello everyone. i’ve been flying for hours that i lost count. but, i’m reaching seoul in about thirty minutes, so i’ll make this quick.” zooming into the ombré sky of blue, pink and orange combined, you hummed a tune that jaehyun used to sing to you to sleep. “see that beautiful colors. my boyfriend sees this morning every day and i’m seeing him really soon.”

once you were out of the aircraft and walking along the hall the leads to the exit, your heart stopped in realization that not only you were seeing jaehyun as a fan after three full years, but actually seeing him officially as his girlfriend. and this thought made your eyes well because you couldn’t believe it was really happening. mixtures of excitement and nervousness took over your body that perhaps other passengers recognised you, and you waved at them in response that you were in seoul for collaboration.

the boys’ manager dressed- rather disguised himself as your guide and picked you up at the airport. he waved at you to catch your attention. when you did so, johnny dialled to call you as he was seated at the car parked outside. “y/n!” he greeted. “turn around! i’m in the car!”

you opened the door and he hugged you quick. his camera was pointed directly at you, obviously recording the moment for jaehyun to watch later. “hi johnny! it’s been so long!”

“too long! we missed a lot of chances to see other whenever the group visits your city. sometimes jae would tear up- or cry but don’t tell him i told you that.” he giggled and helped you sit comfortably in the car. “are you vlogging right now?”

“aw that’s sweet of him.” you pout. “yes i’ve been vlogging since i left my apartment. say hello to the fam.”

“hey what’s up it’s your boy johnny.” he waved and curled his fingers at the cringiness of himself.

johnny felt his phone vibrating. it was a call from mark who updates him of jaehyun’s movements while he was out of the studio. the call was on speaker so you would be able to hear the conversation. “hyung. should i wake him up now?”

you giggled at how that was exactly jaehyun’s habits. “i think you should, mark.” your voice alerting him of your presence.

the younger boy held his reactions in a whisper, afraid that he might awake your boyfriend. “oh my g- hi y/n! i love your acoustic cover of ‘love me now’. jaehyun hyung teared up last night after watching it.”

“really? he teared up again?” your heard sank to the ground knowing how he really felt behind the cameras separating the both of you. your arms weakened at the point but continued to vlog.

“yeah. hold up i’m just gonna-” mark paused and all you heard was the fall of headphones and low groans. “hyung, johnny said he’ll get us food. what do you want?”

a groggy voice contemplated the events of today before yelping in shock that he has a recording to finish. “agh crap what time is it?” jaehyun asked, even if you wanted to speak, johnny refrained you from doing so. you shouldn’t blow your cover now.

“it’s quarter past two.” mark said and helped the dude up on his toes. “we’re getting fried chicken.”

“tsk i was about to call y/n after i washed up.” jaehyun rubbed his eyes. “oh yeah johnny, better come here quick. taeyong hyung said we still have some parts to record.”

you held in your laughs as you covered your lips, sharing identical expressions with johnny. he breathed out before speaking. “uh yeah sure, but i did my part of the cover already. so it’s just you left. see you soon.”

the car was pulled over the studio the boys have been gathered at. some were practicing their choreography while others were resting up. you walked slower than usual and johnny noticed this gestures of yours. who wouldn’t be nervous at a situation like this? it has been three years, so he could imagine the tension between you and yourself only.

mark told everyone to take caution because jaehyun has a sharp eye, that he could read the atmosphere of anything was fishy. even the slight percent of that feeling he could crack an egg open, and the plan would fail. they didn’t want that to happen, this was a special moment for him and you came all the way to surprise him. the effort alone was already precious.

you vlogged again, your chest began its countdown whilst you hid behind a drumset at the recording booth. gladly though, your frame was petite compared to the instrument so you wouldn’t be seen immediately at first glance. cameras were set up and hidden at corners where jaehyun couldn’t see them. all there was was a foldable compact device attached to the mic stand.

the plan was to let jaehyun sing his part of high school musical cover of ‘right here, right now’, due to that one time he playfully joked about being your troy bolton. so you kept that request in mind and chose to do the recording on the day you came to seoul. you pre-recorded your part last week, and you would wait for him to finish his part.

“this is it guys. my hand is shaking, my heart feels like its about to come out of me. i’m already tearing up because i’m going see yuno in less than five min-”

the door swung open causing you to jolt, making one drumstick slide to its abyss, but you managed to catch before it fell. flutters of papers were then placed on the black metal stand, and a low baritone clearing throat for a vocal exercise sure revealed it was yuno. just the impact of careless actions alone, you could tell the person in the studio was indeed your boyfriend.

you exchanged looks from the camera and to jaehyun, repeating this several times because it was hard to catch the timing.

“which part do i have to re-do?” jaehyun’s voice sent shivers down your spine and you fanned yourself keep your calm. “hm? this is a new song cover? okay, but this is a duet though.” he said, checking the titles for the second time. the guys had to bend down slightly from where jaehyun was standing as he was very clueless. “ah so it’s the reprise version? it’s pretty short.” he cleared his throat again.

“can you imagine what would happen, if we could have any dream?..” gosh how honey like his voice was. “i’d wish this moment, was ours to own it and that it would never leave..”

“then i would thank that star, that made our wish come true.”

jaehyun’s eyes grew as your voice was heard through the headphones. he tried to keep his cool, even though his expression changed a little. “‘cause he knows that where you are, is where i should be too.”

in a few seconds the chorus was about to be sung, you left your camera at the bass drum when you pulled him for a back hug, after when he sang.

“right here. right now?..” jaehyun lost tune at the latter word, turning to see the person who was hugging him; soon revealing your beaming smile. he looked back at his friends who were jumping and cheering, he squinted at their phones and cameras that were up to capture the moment.

he removed his headphones as reality punched him in the gut, arms quickly wrapping you for a longing embrace. “y/n..” he said, carrying you slightly to enjoy the surprise. the boys came into the recording studio, your ears ringing at their volumes of woohoo’s and yeah’s.

he finally saw you in the flesh, the real deal. not behind low quality screens or hours of long phone calls. you were with him now, and that was all that mattered to him.

“surprise?” you tiptoed to kiss his cheek but he nuzzled himself at the crook of your neck to hide his tears. they were dampening your clothes a little. “aw babe.”

“is he crying?” johnny asked with a teasing voice and when he didn’t get any response, he turned to the camera. “ladies and gents, and johfam, our boy jae is finally crying in front of cameras.”

“shut up.” jaehyun butt back, his nose pink and his eyelashes were slight wet. “you’re here.” he hugged you again like how a koala would do.

you held his hand and intertwined them with yours. “yeah, i’m here- oh wow you’re shaking.”

jaehyun’s chin rested on top of your head, his dimples deepening as he gave the same smile whenever he’d facetime you. “i thought you had a meeting with another channel?” he asked, swaying you from side to side as you all came out of the recording booth.

lunch then was placed on the table, you sat amongst them, they dug in like they haven’t eaten good food. “i did. the channel’s called johnny’s communication center.”

the said boy gave you a wink and jaehyun caressed his neck in bewilderment. “hyung, you were part of this?”

“maybe, maybe not.” he popped a kimbap into his mouth, savouring the flavours. “i picked her up at the airport and the boys knew it all along.” he said, later noticing jaehyun’s attention was full onto you. he nudged the others to give you both space and left with their fair share of the food.

jaehyun rubbed circles at your back, he loved keeping you close. the smile never left his face and his ears went to a deeper red. “you planned all this for me?”

“because i missed you a lot more than you think.” you poked his dimples that he smiled widely than before.

“i missed you too.” he stared into you. “when are you leaving though?”

a chuckle of faux disbelief escaped your lips. “yuno, i just got here and you’re asking me when i’ll leave?”

he brought your hand up for a small kiss. “i’m asking because i don’t want you to, y/n. just stay with me.” his voice practically begging you, and you softened your gaze at him, wanting the same as well.

“i don’t know when i’ll see you next..” he trailed off as you wait for his response. “..i meant that in person.”

you inclined yourself to him and hugged him tighter. “let’s think of that later. we can make arrangements. all that matters is i’m here right now.” you giggled with pressed lips.

jaehyun stared down at you, leaning in for your first kiss. “gosh i love you so much.”

[dejayoonw]

the most  |  taeyoonseok

part five: runaway

word count: 4k

song rec: runaway by eric nam

taglist: @purelyecstacy @joonies-babyy @soulstaes @vantaescupid

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"Good morning, guys." you said groggily to the camera, rubbing your eyes to rid them of the sleep resting in the inner corners.

"Today I have plans with Hoseok, I mean Jhope from my last vlog. I think we’ve decided to go to a theme park since it's supposed to be really nice outside and I haven't been in so long. He says he hates rides but maybe we can get him on a few." you laugh remembering the conversation you had trying to convince him to promise to ride at least one ride at the park.

Over the last week you'd been texting Hoseok nonstop and even had a few late night phone calls. You couldn't lie and say you weren't excited for this date even if you were nervous and a bit confused. Hoseok turned out to be even sweeter than you thought, if that were possible. You’d really started to like him and that worried you, because your feelings for Taehyung had not changed.

You explained more about your plans for the day and that Jungkook was sitting this video out but would still be editing while you got ready, doing your hair and makeup in front of the camera. You let your viewers 'help' you pick out an outfit and ended the first clip when you finished cooking your breakfast.

"You know for someone who isn't sure if they even like the guy they're going on a date with you sure do look nice." Jin commented, helping himself to some of the fruit on your plate. You rolled your eyes at his remark. Since you and Hoseok had been getting along so well all week Jin had been teasing you any chance he got, you knew he did it out of love and was more than likely just trying to make you more comfortable.

"You're hilarious Jin and as much as I'd love for you to share your wit with the world I do like Hoseok so when he gets here if you'd please not do anything to embarrass me I would really appreciate it."

"Hey! Me? Embarrassing? I can't believe you'd accuse me of such a thing. I'm hurt, Yn, truly." Jin never failed to make you laugh and even though you were partly serious you let it go, knowing while he loved to mess with you he'd never do anything to really mess something up for you. Jin was one of the best friends you'd had since moving to Seoul. While Tae was surely your best friend, you were grateful you got the opportunity to move and meet new people, even more so that Tae came with you even if he did go on his adventures from time to time.

Thinking of Tae sparked a feeling of guilt in the pit of your stomach that you'd had since Hoseok asked you on this date. You weren't sure why you felt that way but it was hard to ignore, even though Hoseok was proving to be a pretty good distraction. Maybe the guilt wasn't because you were betraying Tae but because deep down you felt like you were leading Hoseok on. You couldn't ever see yourself not having feelings for Taehyung, you couldn't even remember a time when you hadn't.

You still had every intention of being honest with Hoseok and that scared you a lot because truthfully you had gotten attached to him in a way you didn't expect. He was funny and sweet and you couldn't deny how attractive he was not to mention he actually liked you. Yet still in the back of your mind Taehyung consumed your thoughts. All week he'd been acting weird, being shorter in his replies when Hoseok was brought up, not being as supportive of the date as the rest of your friends, things that had you second guessing whether or not he could possibly reciprocate your feelings but then the memory from all those years ago would come rushing back and you wrote off any of those stupid thoughts as a figment of your imagination, or him being worried as a friend.

"Stop overthinking. You're going to have a good time today with someone new. Focus on that and don't stress about it, you'll get wrinkles." Jin said, pulling you from your thoughts. You smiled softly at him, nodding once and deciding to actually take his advice.

-

"Hoseok and I are on our way to the uber now and I'm starting to feel a little bad guys, he seems so scared." you moved so that the camera was on both you and Hoseok, showing your viewers the unamused expression Hoseok had been sporting since Jin told your date about all the rides you'd forced him on in the past.

"Don't overreact." he said, the look in his eyes going against the words he was saying. It was obvious he was scared but he wouldn't back out or ask to go somewhere else. You had already wondered if you should ask to change the location yourself and seeing the way his face fell the second the camera was off him was all the convincing you needed.

"You know I had a dream last night about that arcade that we went to for Jeongguk’s birthday last year, that place was so fun and I haven't been since." you said to the camera so your intentions wouldn't be so obvious. "Actually I'd really love to smoke Hoseok at DDR one day."

"Impossible, have you seen my moves?" he fired back making you laugh.

"I'm notoriously amazing at DDR though, I even beat Jin and that like, never happens." you paused to look over at him to find him already smiling down at you. In that moment you felt your heartbeat quicken at how close you two were, for some reason it hadn't really clicked that you were actually on a date until that moment. "Can we go there instead Hoseokie, please." you gave him your best puppy dog eyes to hide the fact that in all honesty you'd rather be outside today, but for some reason you didn't want to ever see him look so scared ever again.

"Is that really what you want to do?" he asked, eyes narrowed, seemingly knowing what you were up to but being too happy about the change of plans to want to argue. Not to mention what hearing you say his name in that tone was doing to him, he could actually feel a piece of his heart soften so much that it had fallen off into his ass. You nodded, still looking up at him with the cutest expression and he of course agreed. It wouldn't have mattered if you said you wanted to murder every firstborn male in Seoul because Hoseok would've agreed to anything you said.

When you got into the Uber Hoseok told the driver about the change in location and you filmed the two of you talking about the games you were going to play and who would win what. Joking with him came so naturally that you'd forgotten this was a first date and not a fiftieth. You were surprised at how comfortable you were the moment he walked through the door of your apartment and even got a little giddy seeing how well he got along with Seokjin.

-

You zoomed in on Hoseok at the front counter, purchasing your tokens then laughed when he turned around with four full cups, almost dropping them all when he nearly ran over a random child. He made his way to you with a blush on his face from the incident, your laughter calming him a bit. The two of you had already decided to start with DDR, both eager to try and destroy the other.

"What song are you going to do?" you asked, filming Hoseok in all his determined glory. He was careful to pick a song he thought would be easy and you'd both agreed to play on the hardest level. "Ooh house music that's going to be hard." you teased laughing at the glare he quickly shot you before his round began.

"Ah! This is hard!" he looked genuinely shocked at the difficulty of the game and you almost couldn't even hold the camera still with how much you were laughing.

"Try using your hands!" you told him, all but doubling over when he crouched down, smacking the squares to the beat of the song. He did start to get a bit better when he was using his hands but it was clear that the song he'd chosen was not a good one. Once it was your turn you passed the camera over to him and tried to ignore the butterflies knowing he didn't care so much about you vlogging your first date.

You'd both agreed not to specify to either of your viewers that this was in fact a date since neither of you knew where it would lead. When you thought about dating, which was rare since you really only thought of Tae, you always hoped you'd find someone that wasn't offended or intimidated by your lifestyle. Hoseok was far from either of those, in fact he seemed to enjoy it, making jokes and even helping you out with angles since you weren't exactly the best at that aspect of it hence the reason you had Jungkook.

"I'd just like to say I'm sorry in advance for how badly I'm about to beat you." you jokingly told him before pressing start on the game. You'd chosen the song you always had, in fact you knew it so well you'd practically memorized the steps.

"You said you hadn't been since Guk's birthday!" Hoseok complained, shocked by how good you were at the game. Sure you'd warned him, but he thought it was mostly just for the camera. While his ego was a tad bruised he couldn't ignore the way his heart fluttered watching you have such a good time. You finished with a score considerably higher than his and an adorable bow, standing up straight with a smile beautiful enough to make his heart skip a beat. He barely had time to recover when your hand grabbed his, dragging him to the racing games.

After a long discussion of whether you should do three rounds or one on the racing game Hoseok finally gave in and agreed to three, you sucked at the game but unfortunately you also sucked when it came to losing anything. Even though you'd somehow passed him during the second round you still lost that game in the end, Hoseok was a lot better at this game than he'd let on and you playfully accused him of hustling you regardless of the fact that there wasn't even money involved.

"I think we need to do something to tone down the competitivness in this vlog," you glanced around for something you knew you'd be able to just have fun with when you remembered the karaoke room they had. "Karaoke! That's perfect!"

"I'm down, but fair warning, my best friend is a professional producer and rapper, shoutout to AgustD." Hobi shamelessly promoting his friend on your channel was something you never thought would happen but you couldn't be mad, he was too cute.

"No way, you’re friends with him? Taehyungie loves him." you'd done well not thinking about him throughout the date, but it was only a matter of time.

"Ah he's the travel vlogger you're friends with right?" you smiled, happy that Hoseok knew of your best friend. Taehyungs only dream growing up was to travel the world and that's exactly what he's doing, and he's able to make a living doing it. Hearing that people know him just for doing something that he loves never fails to make you happy.

"Yeah, he's my best friend. I've known him since we were seven." it was hard to avoid the places your mind always wanted to go when Taehyung was mentioned but out of respect for Hoseok you were doing your best. You wanted to be honest about your feelings but you weren't sure when the right time would be. The car ride wouldn't have been right since you took an uber and you weren't alone. It was then you realized the two of you were alone in the karaoke room.

"That's great that you guys are still so close! It must be so cool being friends with someone for that long. Does he live with you and Jin?" you turned your camera off, turning all your attention to the conversation.

"Yeah, actually he and I moved here right out of school and met Jin through an add. Jin was accepting two roommates and we were the first and only ones he interviewed." you weren't sure how you were going to bring up your feelings for Tae, but you wanted it to come naturally.

"Well I hope I can meet him soon, I can introduce him to Yoongi too if he wants." you couldn't help but brighten up at the idea of Tae meeting someone he loved so much. You recalled the countless hours your best friend had kept you up making you listen to new songs by his favorite rapper on soundcloud.

"He would absolutely love that! You have no idea how much he loves his music I swear he never shuts up about it."

"This is going to sound so cheesy but hearing that he has such dedicated fans makes me so happy, like they're not my achievements but I'm almost more excited about his than I am my own." the more he spoke the more you realized just how similar the two of you were.

"Okay but no lie that is exactly how I felt earlier when you knew who Tae was." you confessed. you wondered if Hoseok had ever felt anything for Yoongi before, or if they were just really close. Either way it was clear that he cared about him.

"Wow, we're such good friends. They're so lucky to have us." you laughed at his jokes and agreed. Building up as much courage as you could you decided to finally spill your secrets and hoped that he wouldn't be angry with you.

“I've never felt as happy as when I'm with Taehyung, even just thinking about him puts me in such a good mood and it kind of makes everything confusing and difficult for me. I know this isn't really great first date etiquette but I'm actually so in love with him." you paused to let him take it all in. It was clear that you had caught him off guard but he didn't seem angry, at least not yet. Deep down you knew that he wouldn't be mean to you even if he was upset about it you could tell it wasn't in his nature to be mean. "I guess I just, I don't know I wanted to be honest with you because I really don't want to hurt you. You're such a great guy and honestly I really do like you so much, I just also happen to have some feelings for Tae."

"Wow." he took a breath keeping his eyes locked on the floor. There was no way he was going to be okay with it. He might still be your friend but no one in their right mind would take this kind of baggage on. "I'll be honest I wasn't really expecting that."

"I know, I'm really sorry that I didn't just tell you to begin with but I just, nothing is ever going to happen with Taehyung and I, I mean he doesn't feel that way about me."

"How? I don't mean that in a fuckboy 'ohmygod how has he not fallen for you if I was him I would've jumped at the chance' but how the fuck has he not fallen for you if I was him I would've jumped at the chance." you laughed lightly, earning a cute smile from him. His happy personality and teasing tendencies helped to lighten the conversation in a way that you were so thankful for.

"He just doesn't see me that way. We're best friends, we're not supposed to fall for each other. He's seen me at my absolute lowest, ugliest point, if there was any chance before then it would've been ruined after that." you tried not to dwell on the painful memory, quickly moving on from all the reasons Tae would never want you. "I want to try this, I want to move on from him and fall for someone that can love me just as much. But the last thing I want is to hurt you, so if you don't want to be involved in this I completely understand. Regardless I really hope that we can be friends because I wasn't lying when I said I liked you."

"Let's do it." you blinked dumbly at him not sure if you'd heard him correctly. there was no possible way he had already made up his mind and it wasn't to tell you to fuck off.

"Wait, what?" he smiled at you chuckling lightly.

"Let's try this. We don't have to put any labels on it yet, I like you, you like me, we can leave it at that for now until you're ready for more. I'm willing to wait."

"I half expected you to laugh in my face and walk out." you told him honestly. Even now you couldn't believe that he was serious, you just knew he would call you later on and tell you never mind or that it was all one big joke.

"You were honest and upfront with me and I respect that a lot. It just proves that you're even better than I thought you were." he told you. You weren't sure what to say anymore, you'd had a great date so far and somehow not even confessing your love for someone else had ruined it.

-

“This has been so much fun, I’m not ready to go home yet.” you whined, hanging onto Hoseok’s arm while the two of you walked along the sidewalk together.

“Well we could go watch a movie at mine, but Yoongi and Jimin are there having dinner because Yoongi lost a bet.” Hoseok said. “Oh wait, I know this place close to yours actually, it’s a bar that me and the guys go to sometimes, do you want to go get a few drinks before we call it a night?”

“That sounds great, let’s go.” you said, taking his hand in yours. The walk to the bar wasn’t far and the two of you spent the majority of it just gazing at the stars and the lights around you. It was nice, being with Hoseok. You felt safe with him, like you could fully open yourself up to him even though you’d only known him a short while.

Once at the bar the two of you ordered your drinks and talked about your lives, your ambitions and your past. You learned that he had always dreamed of being a dancer. He’d started out as a street dancer when he met Jimin at an event, the two had really hit it off & from then on they built their company together. It was really nice hearing Hoseok talk about his passions. You only wished you had something like that. You’d never really found anything you loved that way.

It started getting late and Jin had texted you a few times to see how it was going so the two of you decided to let the date end there. You were both thoroughly buzzed when you did decide to leave so Hoseok offered to walk you the short distance to your apartment before calling himself an uber.

“That song they were playing at the bar was so good, I can’t get it out of my head.” You said before running out into the empty road, screaming the lyrics to runaway by Eric Nam.

“Yn! Get out of the road you’re going to get hit!” Hoseok said, although his laughter made it hard to believe he was serious. Even he could see that it was far too late for this road to be very busy.

“Come dance with me, isn’t that your job?” you said, continuing your little song, starting to spin in circles and dance like you were insane. Hoseok watched you for a minute from the sidewalk, thinking you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen before joining you.

It may not have been what he expected, but this had been the best date of Hoseok’s life. It almost scared him just how much he liked you already. He’d only been in love once before and it had been messy, but that was a story for another time. Right now he was happy, happy with you. 

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Just let me love him! 

Request: "hey! may i request an imagine where namjoon has a boyfriend (male transgender) and they decide to make their relationship public but maybe not all the fans being supportive / respectful of it? and namjoon rlly pissed off by the comments online and making posts to half educate them & half being shady haha thank u :("

Requested by: anonymous

Pairing: Namjoon x transgender Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff

Warnings: mentions of Homophobia and Transphobia; mentions of hate towards the LGBTQ+ Community

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He should have guessed it. He should have noticed it, before the vlog would be uploaded. No, he should have known it! He should have known that it'll happen when this information gets to the public.

And at the same time he should have known that there are also some black sheeps among the ARMYs.

Although the large majority is very open, liberal and supportive, there are still some people who call themselves an "Army" and "support" them, but they're also very open when they don't like something.

It could be their new outfit, their new haircut or, like now, their lifestyle and their relationships. When something deviates from their idealized image, which means that his members and he no longer correspond to the overly perfect image of that Army, they start hating.

There aren't many, but they still exist. Sadly.

And all of that just starts because of a scene and the one sentence he had said to explain it.

Yesterday he uploaded a self-made vlog on the occasion of his birthday, in which he simply wanted to take the Armys through his day and show them, how he's spending his birthday this year. Nothing "bad", right?

You two made your relationship public three months ago. Of course, after this public announcement, the excitement was big and pretty much every korean and even some international boulevard magazines as well reported about it. Who could ever have guessed that there will be a young man at the side of the world known K-Pop Idol Kim Namjoon instead of a woman??

The biggest gossip subsided after a week and since two months pretty much everything turned out to be quite normal again. Namjoon and you get a lot of encouragement and support for your relationship from the vast majority of fans, you already have an official shipping name (and Namjoon has to admit that it sounds really cute!) Beside that, fanarts of you two have been already created, based on the few couple pictures that Namjoon recently posted in their Twitter account.

However, Namjoon "only" introduced you as his boyfriend. He hadn't told the whole publicity that you were transgender and "actually biologically a woman". Why should he?

You identify yourself as a boy, just you weren't born as such, which is why you want to adapt your gender to your actual identity. It's not more than that and all that just means that you are his boyfriend, nothing else.

Joon just introduced you as his partner and not that you are female to male transgender because that has actually nothing to do with your relationship.

And then there was the thing with his birthday vlog. He had thought that this little thing wouldn't attract attention, probably because it had become so normal for him.

You brunched together in a restaurant on the day of his birthday, enjoyed the good food together and laughed a lot. Really nothing so unusual when you go out to with your partner.

This was followed by the fateful scene that has caused all of these comments now.

You two were so deep in your conversation that you completely forgot to pay attention to the time. However, you still had a doctor's appointment that day, which is why you rushed out of the restaurant in a hurry.

You just noticed it a bit too late that you'll have a doctor's appointment for your next testosterone injection on Namjoon's birthday. But you could't and didn't even want to re-arrange a new appointement because you need the renewal in a relativly regular interval.

So the vlog only showed a few seconds where you two sprint stressed but also laughing to a taxi, so that you'd somehow still belong halfway to your actual time of the appointment in the doctor's office.

When you get your injection, Joonie waits for you in the empty waiting room and explain shortly in the vlog, why this appointment is so important.

"Unfortunately, my sweetheart was born in the wrong body and to be able that he can live with his correct gender identity, he has to go to the doctor to get his dosis of testosterone."

And that was it actually. After that you went back to your shared apartement, where the boys surprised Namjoon with a little birthday party. Congratulated their leader for getting older and then unpack all the presents together. With it, the vlog was uploaded. Namjoon and the boys had given no further thought to this "new piece of information" that turned out be the reason for these controversial comments under his vlog. Simply because it's already become normal for everyone. You are a transgender, but you're just Namjoon's Boyfriend for everyone. Nothing more.

Nevertheless, some "fans" don't see it that way, they even starts questioning if it's correct to call you Namjoon's "boyfriend" because you just can't be a "real boy". After this comment all the other ones only got even more worse.

Namjoon got the opportunity to read the comments when he already was on his way to the studio. He had wondered this morning why you were so silent and inwardly at breakfast. He had ask you gently if something happed or if you're not feeling well. But you just shook your head and said that you slept badly. Namjoon doesn't ask further because he was sure, that you woulf know that you can always be completely honest with him. And Namjoon doesn't want to blame you, that you would be lying to him, so he just gives you a loving smile.

How wrong he was when he read through all these awful comments under the vlog.

The other members have seen these comments too, they're so damn furious, with what kind of words you're called in there and that some of the them wished that Namjoon would please break up with you.

They should've trained the new choreography today, but this incident is now much more important and the way how they want to deal with it. They came to the decision to make a clear statement.

Actually it's planned that Jimin make a vlive today, but they decide that Namjoon should make it instead due to the situation.

He himself is not so sure yet whether he should really do it today, the anger about these disrespectful comments is still too big and he cannot promise not to say rude things to the fans himself as well. He wants to give them a better role model than to hate each other. However, he's becoming more and more aware of the importance of publishing his vlive today.

Because you're his boyfriend and through your relationship, you get so much more attention, which unfortunately also increases the possibility of harrassing you, for what you are, a lot more. He brought you into this situation, so Namjoon also feels obliged to stand up for you and show you that he's absolutely not going to accept something like that!

In addition, it's so important to him and all the other members to show that they will accept hate and harrassing of LGBTQ+ people in no way.

It breaks Namjoon's heart when he comes home and sees your red, swollen eyes, testifying that you cried. He had tried countless times to contact you throughout the day, but you neither answered his calls nor his text messages.

The last time when you were online in the messenger was tonight. Probably when you read all these terrible comments.

"Hey baby...", Namjoon whispers softly as he comes up to you and closes his arms around your body, pressing you tightly, almost protectively against his chest.

"I know what happened. I read everything."

With these words your body begins to tremble in his arms, you press your face into the crook of his neck and a little sob comes from your lips.

Namjoon holds you, strokes his fingers gently through your hair and whispers sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.

You take a trembling breath in and say in a broken voice: "I am so sorry that I am causing you and the others such problems..."

When these words comes over your lips, Namjoon takes your tear-streaked face in his hands and gently kisses your tears away.

"No, no, no, my love! Don't say things like that, they're absolutely not true! You are not the problem, definitely not! The problem are these people out there who just don't want to accept that not all people can’t identify with the gender they’ve been born with. Maybe because it’s just so normal and natural for them to be a girl or boy. Apparently these people cannot put themselves in your shoes, what it's like to feel like a boy or girl but stuck in the body of the opposite sex. Apparently they don't even tried to imagine what it would be like if they weren't born a what they are. How it would be to be born in a different body with their previous gender identification. You are not the problem. The problem are the people who cannot listen to you, at least to understand how debiliating this situation is for you. So instead of Jimin, I'm going to do the vlive today and I'll talk with Armys about it. I will tell them that I will not tolerate Transphobia and any other Phobias of the LGBTQ+ community at all."

Your swollen eyes snaps open and you look at Namjoon in disbelief. As you want to open your lips to ask him, if he's really sure about that because he could get even more hate for that, he already knows what you're about to say.

Before these words can leave your lips, he quickly presses his owns on yours and gives you a gentle kiss full of love.

"I want to do that, my love. I want to do this for you, for us, for our LGBTQ+ ARMYs and for all these other peoples. It's important for me to make this statement."

When you nod slowly, Namjoon released the embrace and gave you a last kiss on the lips.

Then he goes into the living room to the dining table, where his laptop is and logs in.

You go quietly to the couch and wrap yourself up in your favorite blanket. To be honest, you don't really know what to expect. Before Namjoon starts his vlive, he looks at you and forms a silent "I love you" with his lips.

"Hey guys. I know Jimin should be sitting right here infront of the screen and doing his vlive with you. However, something happened tonight that I want to talk with you about it. I think you already know, we uploaded my Birthday vlog yesterday and there are comments written which are absolutely terrible and I'm not going to accept that under any circumstances.", Namjoon starts the vlive.

Today there is no trace of his usual playful and childish behavior, which he shows so often in his vlives. He's absolutely serious.

"Some of you are asking why you just got the information now, that Y/N is transgender and why we didn't tell you right away with our relationship announcement. I decided against it for the simple reason that it doesn't matter in our relationship. Y/N doesn't identify with his biological gender, although his body may be female, he is actually a boy who unfortunately was born in the wrong body. He is a boy and therefore he is my boyfriend."

"I introduced him to you as my boyfriend, because it doesn't matter who he was before, what gender he has from birth. It should only be about who he is now, who can he be now, that he's able to be finally that person who he want to be. We should finally give these people, like Y/N, the opportunity to live in the gender identity they are, without always saying 'But you are in reality woman, right?'."

"No, not really, in reality is Y/N a man. Can we please finally give them the opportunity to live in the gender with which they identify themselves. So when they should identify with the specific genders like male and female. And if that's not the case, if you assign yourself as nonbinary, it's perfectly okay! After all, there is still so much space between these two genders! We should give all of them the opportunity to simply live the way they are."

"That's why I think, that we all should be very happy, that we can identify ourself with our biological gender! Therefore, we should help all the other people to find their right gender when their biological gender doesn't suit them! And that they're able to show themself in public."

Namjoon takes a deep breath after this long monologue and grabs to his water glass to drink a bit. While doing this, he read all the new comments that pops up. They are very different, some are positive and supportive and then there are these other comments, literally saying how he can talk such a shit. 'There are only two genders, nothing between them and everyone has to be able to identify with their own gender!'

It is precisely in this conflict that he realizes again that ignorance and the lack of will to understand each other are two of the major problems.

"As I read your comments, one thing caught my eye very clearly. We're talking too much about each other than with each other."

"I know, as a person who can identify themself fairly well with their biological gender, it's pretty hard to imagine what it would be like if it weren't. And because of that, we have to talk about it. I know that all transgender or generally all LGBTQ+ people are tired of having to explain their gender identity or their sexuality all over again and again. Having to explain, why they are the way they are now."

"But I think that it'll be the only way to remove these stereotypes and prejudices, as well as fear of 'this unknown thing' and thus all these unjustifiably phobias and racism. Just because a person cannot identify with their biological gender doesn't mean that you have to change yours too! It means, that you should simply accept and respect it! However, we should give all these people the chance to finally develop in such a way that they can really be themselves. Regardless of whether they are assign themself as male, female or no specific gender."

"There are still so many questions in the room that result from pure lack of knowledge. And that's normal, of course, we can't know everything, but we can learn something new every day. Ask each other questions, so that you have the opportunity to be able to imagine yourself into the position of an other person. So at least try to understand how the other person must feel. It's a long way but we should try to finally remove this hate that is caused by ignorance and misunderstandings."

"There are always two peoples involved in a conversation. That's why I appeal to the LGBTQ+ community to be still patient with us, even if you're already so sick of it. You must have the feeling of literally speaking against a wall... And all people who identify with their biological gender and are heterosexual, so you practically correspond to the 'ideal image' of society with it, should listen to the LGBTQ+ Community and ask questions, so that these prejudices and this hate can finally be stopped and we all are able to live peacefully together. I know, this idea is utopian, but we can still try to get as close as possible to this utopia of a peaceful coexistence of all peoples."

Namjoon takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment before dropping the statement.

"And who, after my monologue, still refuses to simply ask the peoples questions when they don't understand something and still prefer to think about them in prejudices, please unfollow BTS and BigHit Entertainment."

Your eyes are round like plates and your mouth opens, want to say something, but no words comes over your lips.

In the corner of his eye, Namjoon sees how the comment section with messages literally explodes.

"I am not saying this out of pure selfishness just because I am angry and hurt. I am saying this because all members agree with this statement. We decided for this statement together."

"Of course we know, that you're still able to see all of our things, we cannot forbid you from listening to our music. But we all wanted to talk about this topic once. BTS and the Army community should be a safe space for all Armys, regardless of their gender identity or sexual orientation. We wanted to make sure that all Armys in our large community are welcome and that they'll be respected in the way they are."

"The members and me just need to know that we all can be honest with you and don't have to hide anything. That we can be sure you’re supporting us really. We just want that all peoples that follow us, are trying their best to understand each other. Of course, we all will never agree at the same point of view and that's a good thing! But we should respect each other's gender identity, sexual orientation and opinion. Because in the end we all are just humans. No more, no less."

"I would like to come to an end of this vlive for today. And for all haters out there, I'm not going to break up with Y/N. Please just respect that I love him. Exactly the way he is!"

With these words, Namjoon goes offline and closes the laptop, smiling at you softly when he comes to you on the couch.

"I love you. Please don't forget that," he whispers in your ear as he slips under the blanket and snuggles up to you.

Like I wrote it in Namjoons statement, I try my best to imagine myself into your position even when I never made these experiences (and probably never will) you had to make. That's why I'm always open to talk and listen to you, to learn new things about it!

And even when I'll never be able to understand you "really", then I'll make sure that you know that I still care for you guys, okay?

Love you 💜

[sanderssideswriting]

Youtuber Life Chapter 4

Ships: familial sleepxiety and eventual Prinxiety

Words:???

triggers: attempted suicide mention

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Summary: Remy Sanders is a famous beauty vlogger and just moved to LA with his teenage son Virgil after their location was leaked by fans. Remy AKA CoffeeAddiction has several million subscribers. Virgil also has a secret Drama channel, where he doesn’t show his face and uses a voice modifier. He just hit a million subs and grows more everyday because of the level of production his videos have, the mystery around who he is and the fact that he ALWAYS has the latest information regarding youtube drama.

“Welcome back to another episode of “the fuck did she say now? I have a DID drama update. I’ve been waiting awhile to gather information to do a long segment. Since she first came out about having DID which has been disproven time and time again she’s tried to make it more believable in the stupidest way possible. By reviewing Chick-Fil-A’s spicy chicken sandwich, five fucking times. I watched all those videos plus others to see if she’s trying to keep up the lie. She’s really not. I swear every time I have to give her my views to tell you all what’s going on I die a little inside.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“DAD! Read the fucking sign! I’m recording!”

“Are you talking about Trisha?”

“Yes dad, now let me tell them about her.”

“She’s a total bitch! I fucking hate her!”

“WE KNOW! Damn it, now I’m going to have to edit all this out.”

“I’ve been looking into DID. And it’s actually a very interesting topic, and I encourage everyone to learn more about it. There will be links to videos and article on DID in the description. DisociaDID has not been on social media very much since all of this. I know they attempted suicide. Not because of Trisha or atleast only partly. Nin the systems host was dating someone in another system called Team Piñata who was discovered to be doing some shit I will not mention because it’ll get demonetized. I actually feel really bad for they system, it seems like they have been going through a lot recently. Now for all the OTHER shit Trisha has said and done over the past few weeks.”

Virgil edited the video and posted it, making sure to edit out the bit where his dad interrupted him and called Trisha a bitch.

Roman texted him.

Roman: You’re a meme Virgil: I’m well aware, fucking Jake Paul Roman: I thought you hated the guy, why are you fucking him? Virgil: I’m so fucking done with you

“VIRGIL!”

Virgil rolled his eyes “What?”

“I have in idea for a video get your ass down here!”

Remy was in front of the camera “K, so what if I mixed all of my eyeshadow together into one?”

“First of all Cristine did that with nail powder and polish and Safiya did that already in one of her weird make up science videos. Second, scraping the eyeshadow would kill you to watch.”

“UGH! You’re right, what else could I do?”

“A Bob Ross painting on your face. you could use only drug store products for something,”

“Bob Ross painting with drugstore shit!”

Virgil shrugged “yeah sure, you could also get lip gloss mix it together and try to make something really fucking weird, or do that with gel polish”

“I refuse to touch lip gloss, it’s fucking gross.”

“Bob ross painting not on your faces with lip gloss and other lipsticks.”

Remy nodded “thanks Virgil, you’re helping my buy it later.”

“No, people at school could see me, you can order it,”

“that’s less fun though,”

Virgil rolled his eyes “fine dad, I just need to make sure that no one can recognize me.”

He was ready pretty fast, with a light brown wig and blue contacts he also had close that where black and purple reserved for the occasion.

“Hello everyone! We are in the car today at our local Walgreens because we’re going to be buying lipstick, lip gloss and lip liner to make a Bob Ross painting!” 

“Not on your face.”

“Not on my face, fuck lip gloss.”

“I wasn’t aware that was a kink or whatever.”

Remy glared at Virgil “smartass, you can walk home.”

“Gladly, I’ll be laughing when I see you trying to film and carry everything and talk and pay the cashier. You’ll be a meme.”

“You already got memed once this week, I’ll meme you myself if I have to. Or I could turn you into an E-Girl, you did lose that bet.”

“I absolutely despise you,”

Remy laughed “no you don’t.”

“I really do, and you can’t make me e an e-girl.”

“No, but the people can, there’ll be a poll right here, vote should my intern be an e-girl for the day?”

Virgil groaned “times like these make me wish I was aborted.”

Remy laughed.

The rest of the video went ok and no one recognized Virgil.

Raccoon: I hate life Dukey: I saw, I voted yes, you’d make a wonderful e-girl hiss hiss motherfucker: so did I, suffer bitch Raccoon: you’re both traitors  hiss hiss motherfucker: at least we’re not going to be an e-girl

Virgil was pissed the whole week. “What’s up with you Dr. Gloom?” Roman asked.

“Made a bet with Remus, and lost, I’m going to commit toaster bath.”

Roman made a face “why would you make a bet with my brother? nothing good comes out of it.”

“I thought I’d win, turns out he’s totally willing to eat deodorant if it means I’ll have to dress like an e-girl for a day and make a tiktok.”

Roman laughed “I cannot wait to see you dressed as an e-girl.”

“I can, I’ll be locking myself in my room all day.”

“I’m surprised Remus didn’t say you’d have to walk around in public like that.”

“He did, but he can’t see me, so I’ll be in my room.”

Remy was in front of the camera. “Time for you to become an e-girl!”

“I’d like to say a very special fuck you to everyone who voted yes and that after this I’m going to commit toaster bath,”

“It’s one day, you’ll be fine.”

“One day in my room with the door locked and curtains closed.”

Remy laughed “oh no gurl, you’ll be going out, I suggest you make plans.”

“WHAT? That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“I thought it would go without saying you’d have to go outside.”

Virgil just glared, happy his face wasn’t in frame.

The makeover took well over an hour. when it was over he looked almost unrecognizable, thankfully.

Virgil: Hey, anyone want to hang out, my dad’s kicking me out of the house for the day says I need to be “social” whatever the means Princey: So you do need to go out as an e-girl Virgil: unfortunately, anyone free? Logan: I have to study and Patton is out at the animal shelter volunteering, Roman? Princey: I’m free, meet you at the mall? Virgil: Sure

“Dad! I’m going to hang out with Roman see you later.”

“Have fun on your date!”

“dad! It’s not a date!” He slammed the door and left.

Virgil waited in a café for Roman. He got an iced coffee as always.

Someone shoved him while he was waiting in line.

“What are you? A boy or a girl make up your mind,”

Virgil didn’t look up from his phone “gender is a spectrum and gender norms are fake and I refuse to give into toxic musicality and if you have a problem with that you can leave because I already ordered and payed for my drink and am not leaving until I get it.”

“You can’t change your chromosomes, it’.” the guy said in a feeble attempt to get back at Virgil. basic biology

“How about you stop relying on basic biology and come back when you can argue the same statement with complex biology. If you really knew anything about biology more then the basics you’d know that scientifically there are at least three genders according to chromosomes. Male, female and intersex, and that once again biology isn’t fucking basic otherwise everyone would be a biologist. I can wear a skirt if I want to.”

He grabbed his coffee and left, Roman had arrived a few minutes prior.

“Damn emo nightmare I didn’t think you’d go all out on the E-girl look.”

Virgil shrugged “go big or go home, and I was kicked out for the day so I had to go big. Dad said I needed to go outside. For some reason, no idea why. I mean last time I left the house of my own free will not for school was only six months ago.”

Roman looked at him in doubt “I’m pretty sure you’ve been outside of your own free will sooner then six months ago.”

“Outside? Yes, of my own free will? not so much. Oooh hot tpic.”

Roman laughed.

“Shut up princey, they have cool stuff, including gay stuff.”

Roman shrugged “could be gayer.”

“You’ve been in hot topic?”

Roman shrugged “a few times with Remus, he makes me go, bribing me with Disney.”

Virgil smirked “why am I not surprised you can be bribed with Disney?”

He started looking around at My Chemical Romance t-shirts and other things. He also grabbed some purple hair dye.

“Where to next princey?”

Roman shrugged “Game stop?”

“Sure,”

They hung out at the mall for awhile longer before guess what another youtuber came.

It was Safiya doing a weird makeup science vlog.

“Virgil, planning on becoming a meme again?”

Virgil rolled his eyes “no, besides Safiya’s cool, I like her make up science videos. I just hate vloggers who do shitty content and make to much money through it.”

They left shortly after going their separate ways.

“How was your date?” Remy called from the basement.

“Not a date! You made me get out the house!”

“Come down here and finish filming!”

“So, how was your day of being an e-girl?”

“Got harassed about my gender and whatnot, I fucking destroyed the idiot, that was fun.”

“And who did you hang out with?”

“I told you and again, it wasn’t a date, everyone else was busy.”

Remy looked towards the camera in doubt.

“Well I’m never doing this again, I’m going to go change.”

The video went viral when it was posted several days later.

I saw a kid at the mall dressed like an e-girl a few days ago. They got harrassed at the Starbucks.

[dirtydobrik]

two can play at this game - d.d.

plot: after coming back from a week-long vacation, you find out David married Jason’s mom and instead of getting mad, you decide to marry Natalie, his best friend.

requested: yes, by anon! I have a stupid request idea where the reader is just as crazy of a vlogger as David, and their personalities are kinda the same. So when the reader comes home for a trip to nyc or wherever and finds out David married Jason’s mom, she turns around and marries his best friend, Natalie, for revenge (and her vlog)

author’s note: hi! this was requested anonymously, so hopefully it was something similar to what they wanted. i love hearing what you guys have to say about my work, and if you want to request an imagine about David, i will try my best to write it when i have time.

word count: 1.7k

read part two: my forever

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"David, what the fuck were you thinking?" you shouted. You had just landed after being on a week-long vacation with your family in the Bahamas, and since you finally had a working internet connection, you were able to watch the vlog your boyfriend posted the other day. The one where he married Jason's mom for his vlog.

"Calm down, babe. It was just a joke," David chuckled. "Natalie's already looking into divorce lawyers."

You wanted to be mad, but instead, you had a brilliant idea. You were going to marry David's best friend. Of course, you wouldn't tell him that. You sighed, "Just make sure you actually get the divorce, Dave."

"I will," he said. "When are you coming over? I miss you."

"Oh, you still want me around? Won't your wife be jealous?" you laughed, finding humor in the situation.

"Fuck off, of course I do. And she won't be jealous, she missed you, too."

"I'll be over as soon as I shower and unpack, okay?"

"Hurry, please,"  he begged, and you laughed as you hung up the FaceTime call. 

You sent Natalie and Ilya a text in a groupchat saying you had a video idea and you wanted to know if either of them would be down. After explaining it to them, Natalie replied first, saying she would do it. Then, you took out your camera and started filming. "Hi, guys. I just got home from a week-long vacation today, and while I was out of the country, my boyfriend had the genius idea to marry Jason's mom. Unbelievable, right? Well, I fully plan on getting revenge on him, by legally marrying Natalie, one of his best friends and his assistant," you explained to the camera, going into depth about how you planned to do it.

You finished unpacking and showering and headed over to David's house. Parking your car on the street, you grabbed your purse and camera before walking inside.

David gasped when you walked in, standing up from his spot of the couch and running over to you. "Babe, I missed you, so much."

"Is that why you got married while I was on vacation? Because you were lonely?" you laughed, pulling David in for a hug and a quick peck. "I missed you too, Dave."

You settled on to the couch, curling up next to David. Throughout the night, your friends came and went. It was so nice to catch up with everyone after being gone for a week. They all asked questioned about David marrying Jason's mom.

Did you know about it ahead of time? When did you find out? How did you find out? What was your reaction to it? Are you going to make them get divorced?

Pretty soon, it was just the two of you in the living room. Natalie had gone into her room about an hour ago, but you were texting her, trying to come up with a realistic reason for going to Vegas without David. It was especially hard since you were gone for a week and he was extra clingy for the first few days after you two spent time apart.

"Dave," you whispered, since he was half asleep. He hummed in response, waiting for you to continue. "I need to go to Vegas with a brand on Friday. It should only be a day trip, but I might stay the night. Nat said she'd come with me, I know you need to edit and upload that day."

"Can I come? You just left me for week, you can’t leave me again," he pouted, and you shook your head.

"The company only sent two tickets and it's supposed to be a girls trip, since it's for a makeup company."

"I can buy my own ticket," he begged.

"I'll be gone for less than twenty-four hours. I promise you will survive," you reassured him.

"But what am I going to do without you and Natalie? I can't have both of you guys gone," he whined, and you laughed, ruffling his hair.

"You'll live, hun. It's only a day. I'm going to bed, are you coming?" you said, standing up from the couch. David sighed before standing up and following you into his bedroom. You made a beeline for his closet, finding an oversized t-shirt that you slipped into before climbing into bed next to David. He pulled you in close, your foreheads nearly touching, wishing you never had to leave. 

But a few days later, you and Natalie were on your way to the airport to go to Vegas. You pulled out your camera to record saying bye to David, solely to capture how clingy he was about you leaving for one night. Then, you and Natalie walked into the airport.

The night before, you had gotten dinner with her while David was recording a bit and faked a proposal for your vlog. It went flawlessly, with the restaurant even giving you free champagne and desserts because they thought it was real. You took a few photos of it to post when your video went live and gave her a ring that David had given you for your anniversary.

Now, you two were sitting on a flight to Vegas ready to legally get married, and the best part was that David had no idea it was happening. You pulled out your camera, "So right now, Nat and I are on our way to Vegas to get married because my boyfriend is an idiot." As soon as you said that, both you and Natalie started laughing. "David has no clue what we're actually doing. I told him that a makeup company was sending us to Vegas for a girls trip."

"I can't believe we're doing this," Natalie laughed, a huge smile on her face.

"David, if you're watching this, I don't think it's right for us to be together and be married to different people, it’s not fair to our wives. They don’t deserve this."

You rented a limo from the hotel to the chapel, drinking champagne during the drive. Once arriving, you filled out the required paperwork. You both found dresses to wear, and the chapel fit you for rings. The ceremony began, and you made sure to record the entire thing.

"By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I know pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss your bride."

You leaned in and gave Natalie a quick kiss before you both started giggling. You walked down the aisle hand in hand, unable to contain yourselves.

"Where should we go on our honeymoon, wife?" you asked, pointing the camera to Natalie.

"I don't know, wife. What about Napa?" she suggested, and you loved that idea.

 An hour later, you were back at the airport, getting ready to board the next flight for your honeymoon. You called the nicest hotel you could find while Natalie was booking flights, specifically requesting the honeymoon suite for one night, if available. You asked that the staff go all out, specifically mentioning rose petals.

You pulled out your camera again, "Hi guys, Nat and I are on our way to Napa Valley for our honeymoon. So far, married life is great, isn't it honey?" Natalie nodded for the camera. "Our flight boards in twenty minutes. David still thinks we're in Vegas for a girls trip, but little does he know."

When your flight landed, you called an Uber to take you to the hotel. You checked in, grabbing the key and handing it to Natalie, before pulling out your camera.

"We're at our hotel in Napa, and the sweetest girl was working at the front desk and she upgraded our room to the honeymoon suite when I told her we had just gotten married," you said and Natalie gasped.

"The honeymoon suite?" she asked excitedly.

"Well, of course. This is our honeymoon."

You and Natalie did a vineyard tour, got facials, and went horseback riding before going to dinner. You made sure to record a little from each event you did. When you finally finished dinner and went up to bed, you both laughed at the realization that there were rose petals scattered across the floor and chocolates and champagne on the bed.

You set your camera down, recording, and made a toast, "Nat, how was your day? Are you happy?" she nodded. "Well, you know what they say. Happy wife, happy life. Cheers to the start of a wonderful marriage. Oh, and David, it's your move."

The following morning was spent editing your video so it would be ready to go as soon as you landed. David had insisted on picking you up from the airport, so you booked your flight to a smaller airport, telling him to just wait out front for you.

"Hi, babe. How was your trip?" he asked, giving you a kiss as you hopped into the car.

"It was great, wasn't it Natalie?" you laughed, turning around and giving her a wink.

"Yeah, we had a great time, Dave. You really missed out."

 You went right back to David's house. He basically refused to let you leave his side since you had been gone for so long. You finalized editing your video, and uploaded it: MARRYING MY BOYFRIEND'S BEST FRIEND?!?!?!. You watched the look on David's face turn from happy to confused.

"Natalie!" he screamed, and she innocently came out, acting like she didn’t know what was going on.

"What, David?"

"What the fuck did you two do?" He was beyond confused.

"Watch the video to find out," you smirked. "You know, two can play at this game, babe."

David opened his laptop and pulled up your video. You watched his facial expressions, his eyebrows raising in shock, and his pupils widening.

"You two are unbelievable. I can't believe you actually got married," he muttered under his breath.

"You did it first!" you exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I married Jason's mom. No one would actually believe it. You and Nat is actually possible. God, people are actually going to think that you two are together."

"Calm down, babe. It was just a joke. And besides, Natalie's already looking into divorce lawyers," you said, using the exact same words he said to you when you asked him about marrying Jason's mom. 

[peakatseven]

"And I was catching my breath

Barefoot in the wildest winter

Catching my death"

Hoping you like this prompt!!!! All the very BEST 💖💖💖

okay so this one was depressing to write but in the most fun way possible lol thank you so much!!

@networkthirteen | lyric typography event

It's been seven years, and the day after Christmas still digs a whole in my chest.

I'm in my bed, cuddled up with no company but my own visible breath. The heater is off. If someone were to come into my apartment, they would say it's not wise to turn it off in one of this year's coldest days. But I couldn't care less that it's snowing outside and that I can’t feel my face anymore. I felt this cold the last time I spoke to her, and so I need to feel this cold today too. Maybe I am just a masochist, but it doesn't make things easier that almost our entire winter together is caught on camera.

She and I grew up together. I knew her like no one else and she was the only one who knew how to make me laugh for hours on end. Yet, when she inevitably moved out and left our small town, she got lost in a sea of Instagram profiles. She became one of those influencers with a Youtube Vlogging Channel, and eventually, we didn't know each other anymore. Not because she changed or became a different person, but we simply didn't keep in touch. What were we going to talk about? Me trying to turn the piece of trash on my garage into a decent pick-up truck had nothing to do with how many free clothes and make up she would get from brands.

But out of no where, on the first stow of that damned year, she came back. I remember I had long unfollowed her, and so it took me a second glance to recognize her in the store that day. I had forgotten those bright blue eyes, her skin smooth like porcelain. Her messy braid somehow looked intentional. She wore fancier clothes, but her body looked like it had been both crafted and consumed by excessive exercise and too many diets. Still, her smile was genuine and captivating as ever. I just had to say hi.

We spent the next few days going to every cool spot in town, and revisiting all of our childhood hiding spots. I drove her out of town into the woods so we could climb that one old oak tree, we ordered pizza not to eat it but to use the boxes as sleds and the grand finale: rearranging Mrs. McCanne's Christmas decorations so that Santa was fucking one of the reindeer. Everything was recorded and later edited into many videos. She was nearly obsessed with catching every bit of fun and beauty, and editing the same day so she could post it. I understand now, of course, but who could have imagined she was saying goodbye? Even now, after watching all of the videos from those days -- and having the arrangements of the letters on her channel name ingrained in my head -- I can't pick up on any signs. She spent little more than a weekend in town, but I can’t shake the feeling that I should have known. If not on the days we spent together, at least in the way we said goodbye.

"I don’t know if I ever said this, but I always loved you." She said on that last morning, the first and only one where I woke up next to her.

We both knew it wouldn't last, she was going away and I was staying.

She had insisted I didn't drive her to the airport, so I just walked her to my door in an old t-shirt. I didn't even put my shoes on. I remember my bare feet were on the snow but I didn't care because she kissed me and everything was alright.

"I think I always will..." She whispered.

“Until my last day.” I finished her thought. She had said that phrase in the night, when she thought I was asleep.

Her only response was a small smile, her eyes filled with unshed tears just like mine. And then she was gone.

As I get out of bed, wearing the same t-shirt I wore all those years ago, and walk to the door. That last conversation plays over and over in my head. I open the door and breathe in the freezing cold air of a wild winter. This time, though, my feet do hurt when I step on the snow. My mouth opens but the words don't come out. I try every year, but I just can't say them again. They didn't hold the weight they do now. Those are the last words I will ever say to her, and they are most likely the last words she ever heard.