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[dontfeeltoohot]

Have a tiny snippet of YTAU St/eddie bc I miss them!

XXXX

“ihGKsch’uhEW!”

“Bless y-“

“hihNGKSH’uhew!…h’eKSH’uh! sngf! Jesus Christ..”

Eddie wipes at his nose with his wrist and pushes back frizzy curls from his face before leaning against his boyfriend again, resisting the urge to scrub at his face. This is a repeat performance, his fourth time in an hour, and while the tattoo artist knows Steve’s no where near bothered, it’s still annoying.

“You okay?”

Steve’s looking at him with his eyebrows dipped in concern, but the slight sparkle in his blue eyes tell Eddie all he needs to know. Definitely not bothered. Holding out a hand, the coffee shop owner tugs him closer and presses a kiss to his hair.

“You’ve been a little more sensitive than usual today.”

“Yeah…not sure what’s going on, I’m not sick. Usually summer is your speciality…” he shrugs, wracking his brain.

Chrissy hasn’t been over in the past twenty four hours, so no way any Holiday hair could be around. He keeps his apartment fairly clean and there are air filters in the living room and his bedroom. He thinks about when this all started, realizing quickly that it has to have something to do with his boyfriend- that’s when it started, three hours prior when he’d arrived from work.

“Are you wearing a new cologne or anything?”

“Nope, I know you like the one I have.” Steve’s kind face makes him want to melt.

“Well, hate to tell you this doll face; or maybe not, but it’s definitely something to do w-with…snff! with you.”

Steve cocks his head as if he’s a puppy while he thinks, chewing on his lip. Eddie links their fingers together and uses his thumb nail to rub against the other man’s palm, an absentminded habit. His boyfriend looks ready to give up when he suddenly starts laughing.

“What’s so funny, Harrington?”

“I think you’re allergic to my new deodorant,” his soft hair swishes as he shakes his head.

Eddie rolls his eyes- that’s a dumb idea because deodorants aren’t strong enough to bother him, but just for show, the lanky man moves and smushes his face against Steve’s side, close enough he can smell the slightly spicy, aquatic scent of whatever new product Steve is using. And fuck.

“eiHHGktSH! hehIKSHhuhew! hihItCHH’uhEW!”

“Ding ding ding ding, we haaaave a winner.”

“Don’t look so smug,” Eddie huffs, rubbing his nose not against his wrist this time, but against Steve’s shoulder.

“Can’t help it. You look adorable and we have something new to induce with.”

[thebanishedd]

Sometimes we get extra sappy 😇

[jindoripup]

So what kind of content are yura doing on their YouTube channel 👀👀👀. 🐶

Yura do a lot of vlogs of their dates on their YT channel. They can be a bit rocky because they don't really know what they're doing and Bora is kind of bad at technology but people love them for their vibes.

Yubin is a model and Bora works in a dance studio so they like to show their clothing a lot. They're the loud and quiet couple but Bora takes care of Yubin and Yubin is charming and cute enough to make Bora feel fulfilled with the attention.

Overall a cute couple who are inexperienced with a camera.

[danganronpa-youtubers]

do any of the youtubers unironically rp while playing minecraft together

yumeno does ofc! shes gotta make content after all…….. she has fun

[rosewicket]

alt train station meeting

so i should really be doing my quizzes for class but instead i decided to write a dumb alternate scene for the ytau chicago arc because i am dumb

the first part is the same as in the first chapter but it changes based on this old ask

“I can’t believe these drivers!” Weiss screeched, turning her car off angrily. She pushed her door open and slammed—actually slammed—it closed. “It’s like they’ve never heard of a turn signal! Or basic road safety precautions! Ugh!”

Sliding out of the car herself, Blake laughed quietly, moving to the girl in white and placing a hand on her shoulder. “It’s the city, princess, they don’t always abide by the ways of life, especially in the South Side.”

Ruby rolled her eyes, slight smile on her lips as she hopped out of the car and stretched her arms up high. She reached into her hoodie’s pocket and pulled out her cell phone, unlocking the screen and opening her messages. Bouncing on her heels, a grin spread on her face as she scrolled through the most recent ones.

Spinning around, Ruby gave her sister and friends a wide-eyed and pleading look. Weiss gave a stern look, hand motioning to their luggage, but Blake and Yang smiled back, her sister waving her off. Shooting Weiss a sorry look, the girl in red squealed and took off sprinting. She laughed inwardly at Weiss’ shouts as she sped around a corner.

She ran until she saw the Union Station, stopping to catch her breath. Frantically looking around, she gripped her phone, the small voice in her head beginning to whisper that it was just a set up. Jumping from foot to foot, she desperately looked for her online friend, trying to calm her nerves by keeping in motion. The voice in her head kept giving her doubts and she felt herself beginning to crumble inside, still trying to hold on to the hope that it wasn’t a lie.

Taking a deep breath, she stood up straight, held her head high, put one foot behind the other in preparation to pivot sharply and walk away…

Then saw a large white sign that was heavily bedazzled, so much so that it took her a second to read the word written in all caps: NERD.

Successfully stopped in her tracks, she squinted in a mix of awe and confusion. Whoever was holding that poster must really be outgoing to do so in a crowded area…then she stopped fully, jaw dropping as the person moved closer and into view, revealing to be Roman Torchwick.

“Red!”

Not fully realizing the situation, Ruby barely had to time react before the taller man ran up and gave her a hug.

“R-Roman?!”

“In the flesh!”

Being this close, Ruby jerked back slightly in instinct, Roman then realizing how close he was and taking a step back, holding his hands up and apologizing. Seeing his face on a camera was nothing like seeing it in person, and the camera really did nothing to show his features.

His hair was even more bright in person and she almost wondered if it was dyed. The big, dumb grin on his face ended in small brackets of dimples, his cheeks scattered with the slightest freckles.

He really did have a pretty face…and that was not the right time to be thinking that, stop Ruby, you’re just friends, he only thinks of you as a friend, stop crushing on your friends.

“So,” Roman breathed, calmer now than before, “wanna get a drink before your tour?”

[heckatoasty]

Some boys

[trixabellebeiste]

Trixie adjusted the camera and took Adams empty plate from him, and placed it to the side. Shuffling the little cards in her hands she turned towards the camera. “Hello, and welcome to submissive saturday. Only this week my special guest is actually not a submissive. It is of course my dominant, the amazing and handsome Adam Beiste! Here to do the dominant challenge with me.”

[jessicaemilyblog]

Enjoying a brioche breakfast at @SweetBrewEspresso in Launceston. #sweetbrew #brioche #blogger #fashionblogger #pastry #cafe #youtubersaustralia #ytau

[dontfeeltoohot]

If you feel like, ST YTAU prompt - steve and eddie sick with a shared cold but steve insists on looking after eddie despite being much sicker than he is?

Set November 2023 / 1 year 2 months

“Babe, seriously, lay down,” Eddie frowns, sniffling and wiping his nose with a tissue.

Steve’s been sick longer than he has, but he’s worse, not better. Yet, somehow in his head cold ridden state, he’s decided taking care of Eddie is a better idea then resting. And does he appreciate the fussing? Maybe a little, but Eddie needs Steve to lay down right the fuck now or he’s going to lose it.

“But you need tea, your voice is-“

“My voice isn’t half as bad as yours, Steve. I know you suck at relaxing but please lay down. Lay down with me, your poor sick boyfriend. That’s all I want,” the long haired man snuffles and gives a cough to really play it up. “Please?”

Steve sighs, the low grade fever he’s started running making him exhausted. “Fine, but you’re not playing fair.”

“Who said I was playing at all? You suck at taking care of yourself Steve.”

Steve sniffles and crawls back into bed, turning into Eddie just in time for-

“huh-EISHhhuh! huhTSCHHOoOo! SNGF!”

“Bless you, Stevie. Now, just stay close and let me fuss over you.”

[thebanishedd]

YTAU, No snz/illness Triggers for mentions of murder/death (non descriptive and only mentioned twice), smoking, Andrew fuckin Munson. Joyce and Eddie bond over a mutual person, and mother/son dynamics abound! Enjoy!

X X X

It almost happens the second weekend in December. 

She’s washing plates off when there’s noise behind her, not loud enough to be Will or Hop, but not quiet enough to be El or Steve. Turning, the forty nine year old woman smiles when she sees Eddie, the newest edition to their little group. Steve’s been a part of their family since he was in high school, helping out with Will and tutoring him when he needed it, welcoming El happily when they adopted her, hanging out with Jonathan and giving him tips from being a grade above him. The brunette’s been a staple for all of a decade in the Hopper household, and now his new boyfriend is slowly getting acclimated as well. 

Joyce has grown especially fond of Eddie, is the thing. The beginning of November had really kickstarted the older boy coming over, after he’d been so ill and Hopper had helped out. Before then, it had been Steve coming over, sometimes Robin, but never Eddie. She thinks maybe he’d wanted Steve to have his alone time with them, but after the hospital, the curly haired man had been showing up every week, sometimes more than once if the timing was right. 

“Hey honey,” she greets the small-framed man, her words reciprocated with a smile, the twenty eight year old's dimples on display. 

“Hey Mrs. Byers, I just uh, wanted to thank you again, for dinner.” 

His voice is soft, a far stretch from his general aura, all frenetic energy, tattoos, chains and loud laughs. At least, that’s what she’s experienced outside of the Byers-Hopper residence. Inside, when it’s just the six of them; seven if Jonathan isn’t working or with Nancy, Eddie’s quieter, a little less intense. She wonders if it’s because he feels comfortable around them enough to drop the ‘tough guy’ act, or if he’s nervous about Hopper being around. 

“Oh, you don’t need to thank me, it’s no trouble. It’s nice getting to have you and Steve around,” she assures, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“Still…it means a lot, that you do this and open your home to us,” the man tugs at a curl that’s resting on his shoulder. 

“Well, it means a lot that you come over and put up with everyone,” Joyce jokes back. “If you really want to help though, you could take over drying?” 

Holding out a dish towel as if it’s a bone for a dog, Eddie takes it and starts drying when she hands him a newly washed dish. She looks at him, then, her mind flashing back to when she was a teenager thirty years ago. The mother’s been unsure of whether she wants to bring up what’s on her mind; has debated for weeks, and right as she starts to open her mouth, Will comes in looking excited about something, so she lets Eddie be pulled away, then finishes the dishes so she can join the rest of the family who are watching Elf, all sprawled out on the couches and the floor. The sight of everyone, even Jim, looking relaxed and happy makes her heart want to burst. Later that evening, when all the kids have gone back to their respective apartments and it’s just her and her husband, she brings up her thought with him, not for the first time. 

“I almost told him.” 

Hopper looks up with a furrowed brow from where he’s watching the news, laying in bed with only boxers and a t-shirt on. 

“Told who what?” 

“Eddie. I almost told him about his mom.” 

The look the words gain her tells her that Hopper isn’t surprised. 

“I thought you decided to wait until he was a little more comfortable, maybe around Christmas.” 

“It’s close enough. And he’s obviously comfortable here. I was going to tell him while he helped me wash dishes, but then Will came in and grabbed him.” 

“Maybe give him another week or two. Holidays are already tough,” Jim trails off and she knows he’s right. 

A couple weeks pass, and finally on the 21st she feels her resolve start to slip. The boys are back over and obviously happy to help decorate the tree Hop’s picked up to put in their living room. El and Will are sorting through handmade ornaments while Steve tests the strands of lights they’ll be wrapping around the tree. Jim is making his infamous hot chocolate. Seeing Eddie watching the scene in front of him, Joyce slips into the bedroom near the back of the house, grabbing a small, yellowed envelope that’s seen better days. Moments later, she sits next to the man on the couch, giving him a warm smile. 

“Hey kiddo.” 

“Hey Mrs.Byers.” 

“Having fun?” She notices his eyes flick to the envelope, but when she blinks his eyes are back on her own. 

“Oh yeah, guess I’m just not used to like…all of the chaos of decorating. Me and Wayne would just put up the tiniest most pathetic tree we could find, it’s honestly a running joke, and then make hot cider and watch Christmas movies. This is nice too, just different,” he explains, voice sounding nervous. 

“It’s definitely a lot of noise if Will and El are involved,” she jokes, then scoots slightly closer. “I have something for you.” 

His face contorts into confusion, just like she’s imagined it would, his eyebrows knit together, and his lips quirk downwards. 

“It’s not Christmas yet.” 

“It’s alright. This is something special.” 

Eddie’s body tenses, but his face is schooled into a false look of calm. Carefully, she opens the envelope and pulls out a handful of photographs, to which the man beside her shifts to look at, leaning closer. She can feel the moment he realizes what they are and can hear the catch in his breath. There’s a sudden intense stillness around the two of them. 

“That’s-” 

“My mom.” 

The words sound fragile, like if she talks too loudly it’ll shatter the entire moment- make it less significant somehow. 

“That’s your mom,” she confirms. 

The photo on top of the stack is of two teens, sitting on a picnic table, both with long dark hair, though one’s is far more curly and unruly. They’re both sixteen, wearing Wrangler shorts and ringer tees. Joyce remembers this day, back in July of ‘89, when the AC broke in her house and she and her best friend went with a few others to get ice cream. Mack, one of the boys a grade above them, had brought a disposable camera, and the photo was still one of her favorites. 

“How uh,” Eddie swallows, not taking his eyes off of the photo in her hands. “How do you…why-…you knew her?” 

“We were best friends from middle school on.” 

Joyce says it as carefully and gently as she can, unsure of how Eddie will react. It’s a big thing to find out- the woman you’ve come to somewhat trust is actually your dead mothers childhood best friend. Waiting patiently, she lets him process it, watching him slowly start to fully understand what this means. She has photos, stories, even some videos. When he doesn’t say anything, but continues to stare at the photo, she moves it into his lap, revealing the next one. 

Joyce and Teresa are in matching ice skating uniforms; probably around thirteen years old or so, both holding flowers, hair up in ridiculous up-dos, makeup caked on their faces. 

“She used to ice skate?” Eddie asks with surprise. 

Joyce feels like she could fall apart, witnessing this man find things out about his mom he never knew. 

“She did. She was great at it. I was always so jealous of her, but I was also proud.” 

She lets Eddie soak in the photo, then pulls out the one below it. It’s of Teresa only, her long curls wild as she looks at the camera, mid laugh. She’s probably around 19, holding a guitar. Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, and after a quick glance at Joyce, he takes the photo from her, pouring over every aspect of it. The older woman moves off of the sofa for a minute, giving him some time alone. 

When she comes back seven minutes later; two cups of hot chocolate in hand, Eddie’s smiling softly, playing with a piece of his hair as he stares at the photo on his hands. Joyce sits down and a smile spreads on her face too when she sees the photo. Her and her best friend are in prom dresses, posing together with silly faces. 

“God, Reese saved up all her money for that dress,” the woman recalls, handing one of the mugs to Eddie. 

“Reese?” 

“That’s what I used to call her. And she called me JJ. I think we used the nicknames more than are actual ones,” Joyce laughs. 

“Your dresses are pretty cool,” he offers, still looking at the picture as he sips on the drink. 

“Your grandmother had wanted her to wear pink, but in normal Reese fashion she flat out refused and picked the brightest blue she could find.” 

As she speaks, Joyce realizes how alike Teresa and Eddie are, even without him really knowing her. She glances at the man and notices the same faint freckles over the bridge of his nose, sees the same sparkle in his deep brown eyes. His skin is pale just like hers had been, and his dimples are mirror images. Continuing on, a new photo is picked up, and the moment she sees what it is, the brunette wishes she could throw it away. 

Teresa is standing on the porch of a small trailer, beaming. Andrew Munson is standing behind her, dwarfing her small frame. She’s holding out her hand for the camera, a ring on her previously naked left ring finger. Joyce remembers it like it was yesterday- Andrew coming to tell her he was proposing and needed help picking a ring, planning the proposal, watching her friend squeal in excitement and start to cry as she said yes. Eddie swallows convulsively, grabbing the next photo to put on top of the current, only to pale, face losing all color. 

A very pregnant Teresa Porter Munson is standing with Andrew, looking tired, stomach ready to pop. The man looks tired too, but it’s different, his eyes are bloodshot but wide, and even in a simple photo, the energy around the man is obvious, as if he’s strung out on god knows what. Joyce is certain that during this particular photo it was a mix of cocaine and alcohol. 

“Eddi-“ 

“It’s fine.” 

His hands shake, voice wobbly as the almost thirty year old finally blinks. Joyce goes to wrap an arm around him when Eddie stands suddenly, setting the half empty mug on the coffee table. He holds the photo and keeps it in his grasp. 

“I need a smoke.” 

The front door is opened and shut in record time, the noise reverberating through the cozy house. Steve and El look over to her with confusion on their faces, but she merely shakes her head as if to let them know to drop it for now. 

X X X

Eddie hasn’t touched a cigarette since before moving back to Hawkins. He always has one in his pocket as a cruel reminder, but he hasn’t touched it, hasn’t even wanted to, until now. Hands trembling and desperate to do something, the tattoo artist yanks out his lighter, the photo of his mom and dad bending slightly as he does. 

Eyes snapping back to the glossy picture, the twenty nine year old sits down and lets his lighter and cigarette drop next to him on the wooden bench. His father is what draws him into it all. 

The thing is, he’s not seen a photo of his father since it all happened. The memories are still sharp in his mind, but the actual depiction of the man is a little fuzzy. Seeing his photo so casually is making Eddie’s entire body feel on edge, but he can’t stop staring. He can hear his voice instructing him how to cut a wire or how to read pill names even before he could truly read books. 

Shivering, only in a sweater, the musician isn’t sure how long he’s sitting outside with his thoughts, until Joyce is one again joining him. He’s grateful it’s her and not Steve- he doesn’t want to be a burden and put all this emotional shit on his boyfriend during a fun night. She lets her knee knock against his when she sits. 

“Do you have any questions?” 

He has too many to count, ranging from what her favorite color was to how his father acted around everyone. Instead, he asks what he thinks might be the most important question for himself. Turning, he looks at the woman who he now knows is his mothers age. 

“Were they in love? Did they actually love each other? Or was it a ‘we’re together for the baby’ situation?” 

Joyce’s eyebrows raise though he can’t blame her. It’s a blunt question, but he wants to know. The idea his mother stayed with someone just because of him and ultimately got murdered…it makes Eddie’s entire body ache. He thinks he knows the answer before she even has time to process it. It makes him feel weak. 

“I think…I think at first they loved each other, and then…then Andrew got into the wrong crowd, got mixed up in things he shouldn’t have,” Joyce’s words are obviously chosen carefully, which makes it even worse. 

“I remember hearing Hopper and Wayne talking that night, they said he wasn’t even on anything when he did it. They said he was a little drunk but not even enough to really do any damage. Which means he wanted to kill her while he was of sound mind.” 

Tears burn in the back of his eyes. He doesn’t talk about his mom to people. It took a while to tell his bandmates about her, and even with Chrissy it hadn’t been easy. Steve’s been different simply because of what he means to Eddie, but this, with Joyce? It’s hard. She knows more than he does about it all. Feeling wet on his cheeks, he looks up at the petit woman and sniffles. 

“…you’re right. He wasn’t. He was angry and buzzed, and he did a stupid thing. I’ll never forgive him for it.” 

The way she says it is so matter of fact it’s like getting sucker punched in the stomach. It’s confirmation. His dad is a piece of shit for numerous reasons- drug dealing, child neglect, abuse, murder. And he’s the guy's son. He’s the son of a fucked up asshole who hurt so many people. It makes Eddie want to crawl out of his skin. 

Tears fall and Joyce hugs him. It’s the most motherly type thing he’s had in over twenty years, and it only makes him cry harder. He misses his mom. He misses her so fucking much. Finally, his tears slow and Joyce shivers hard enough it snaps Eddie out of his sadness. 

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” he fumbles over his words and stands, holding a hand out to Joyce, who takes it as he leads them inside, hoping maybe there’s a few more photos without his father. 

Steve is staring at them when they walk in, and though Eddie notices his boyfriend and Joyce share a look, the ex-jock doesn’t come over, instead leaving the two of them alone to finish their dive into old memories. Sitting back on the couch, the musician notices an old looking gift bag. It’s got envelopes and other things he can’t see stuffed inside. 

“I have something else for you…a few things actually,” Joyce smiles warmly. “There were things I had at my place she’d left around when she passed away. So I kept them. Maybe I should have given them to Wayne, but I was selfish back then.” 

Her eyes are so big and sincere that they make Eddie want to hug her again. Instead, he shakes his head and offers a semblance of a smile. 

“Nah, Wayne would have wanted you to have stuff too,” he assures, knowing his uncle wouldn’t have accepted it back. 

A large, well worn black tee is pulled out first, neatly folded. He shakes it out and smiles at the fact it’s a Journey tee, one from the band's 1991 tour. It’s thin and soft, and Eddie’s finger absentmindedly rubs against the single stretch hem. 

“We went to that concert at 18. Both of us snuck out and said we were staying at each other’s houses. We definitely got caught but it was worth it.” 

The knowledge that his mom liked Journey, that she snuck out of her house and lied just to see the band perform makes Eddie incredibly proud to call himself her son. Joyce hands him a necklace next, a small silver chain with a red tortoise guitar pick. He holds it tight before slipping it around his neck. By the time the woman has given him a few more photos and a few cassette tapes, he’s crying again, quieter and less obvious, but still crying. Eddie regains his control, wipes his eyes, and then puts everything back into the gift bag. 

“Thanks for letting me see everything Joyce,” he starts, but gets cut off. 

“They’re for you honey, I didn’t just mean to show them to you. You keep them. They’ll get more use with you.” 

Heart aching, Eddie nods as his grip tightens on the bag's handle. He’s not sure how he got so lucky, not sure how the town of Hawkins is small enough to lead to this, but he’s grateful all the same. When they leave, Steve hugs the woman tightly, saying something Eddie can’t hear. The car Eddie drives; bless it and it’s 2006 make, still has a cassette tape player. Excitedly, he yanks the first tape out he can find- Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Tango in the Night’. Big Love starts playing through the scratchy speakers and as they drive back to Steve’s apartment, Eddie can’t help the explosion of warmth that’s taken over his body. Maybe the Holidays aren’t all bad. 

[aliciabone]

Click this to hear about the time we had an attractive electrician tend to our apartment at 4am. He electrified our heart strings.

[triamyes-blog]

ytAU: VIDCON

Liam: -takes a deep and shaky breath as he finally makes it to the hotel where vidcon is at, an entire two hours late because of a plane delay. he decides to leave his bags in his rental car rather than wasting time taking them upstairs, instead hurrying inside and following the signs to the ballroom where everything it to take place. he looks around once he gets there in search of tristan, entire expression changing into one of joy when he finally spots him talking to a group of fans. he takes another deep breath and slowly approaches, signaling to the fans to be quiet so they don't ruin the surprise. he taps on tristan's shoulder when he reaches him, rocking back on his heels nervously-

Tristan: -sips on his smoothie while he listens to a few fans talk to him, nearly spitting it out when one of them says something funny. he takes another long drink when he feels a tap on the shoulder, turning around and coughing on his smoothie from shock. his eyes are wide and he hands his drink to one of his friends, grabbing liam and hugging him-

Liam: -grins widely when tristan hugs him, hugging him back tightly, breathing in his scent and sighing happily- I can't believe I'm finally meeting you.

Tristan: -stays on his tippie toes, murmuring in liam's ear- Me either... you're taller than I had imagined.

Liam: -pulls away from the hug but keeps a tight hold of him, grinning at him- And you're shorter than I imagined you.

Tristan: -giggles, shrugging his shoulders- Oh well. Um.. you wanna grab a bite to eat or something?

Liam: Yeah, definitely. -steps completely away, blushing lightly as he realizes how many people were watching them- Lead the way.

Tristan: -looks around, taking back his smoothie and waving goodbye to everyone- Hurry, before more people come and try to bother us. -hooks his arm with liam's, leading him away-

Liam: -nods and tries to keep up with his brisk pace, stumbling a bit- Where are we going, then? I have no idea where anything is around here.

Tristan: -shrugs his shoulders again- Where does it matter? I have you here now. Would you like a bit of my drink? -shakes the foam cup in front of him-

Liam: -blushes again- I suppose it doesn't.. would you like to help me carry my bags up to my room, then? We can order room service or something. -shakes his head, smiling- No, thanks.

Tristan: -nods his head- Sounds fun, let's go! -pauses- Er, you lead me then, I dunno where your room is. Or your bags.

Liam: -chuckles softly, leading him back out of the hotel- My bags are in my rental car, and my room is number 407.

Tristan: -holds his arm tightly, not afraid to show his attraction- I'm 433, poo.

Liam: -walks a bit closer to him- Poop. We'll just have to have a sleep over one night, then.

Tristan: -gives him a look, giggling- Oh, yeah?

Liam: -returns the look, winking- Definitely.

Tristan: -feels his heart race- Very soon, then.

Liam: -nods as they approach his rental car, pulling out the keys and popping the trunk, grabbing his bags-

Tristan: -takes one bag, smiling at liam- How cute. I brought, like, six bags.

Liam: Six? I only brought three! -shuts the trunk and locks it, heading back for the hotel- I get the sense you're an over-packer.

Tristan: Possibly.. -laughs- I can't help it! I need to bring /everything/!

Liam: -laughs along with him- You didn't have to bring /everything/, silly.

Tristan: -shrugs his shoulders- But I did. Almost everything, anyways.. Besides, I want to go shopping, so I have a bag that I can put all my /new/ stuff in! Yay!

Liam: -rolls his eyes- You and your shopping! Don't you do plenty of that back home? It seems like every time I text you, you're shopping somewhere!

Tristan: -giggles, swinging liam's bag- Most of the time, yeah. Liam Payne, I am a twenty year old gay man living in Ireland. I /love/ shopping.

Liam: -laughs loudly, eyes crinkling at the sides- And I'm a nineteen year old gay man living in England, but you don't see me shopping all the time!

Tristan: -laughs, glad to hear liam actually say it- Well.. I'm more gay than you are, naturally.

Liam: Obviously. -grins, pushing the button for the elevator-

Tristan: I'm pretty gay, it's obvious. -giggles- You're more.. hidden, sorta. -waits until the door of the elevator is shut, looking at him- You wanna make out?

Liam: I suppose so, yes. I'm not quite out yet. -gives him a surprised look, biting his lip nervously- Uh.. y-yeah, definitely. That would be great.

Tristan: -grins- Schweet. 'S alright, you don't need to be out to make out. And I've been told I'm pretty decent at it. -saunters out of the elevator when the door opens, trying to swing his hips a little more so liam will look at his butt-

Tristan: \

Liam: -nods, swallowing thickly- Can't wait to see if that's true.. -follows after him, eyes involuntarily moving down to stare at his ass, making a soft noise- God..

Tristan: -stops when they get to liam's number, looking back and smiling- 407, yeah?

Liam: -tears his eyes away from his ass, nodding once and pulling his key card out, unlocking the door and pushing it open-

Tristan: -puts his hand on liam's lower back, other hand still holding one of his bags-

Liam: -shivers and presses back against him for a moment before stepping inside the room, depositing his bags on the floor and turning around to face him-

Tristan: -drops the bag next to liam's, grinning at him and opening his arms- Kissies?

Liam: -grins and closes the door, pressing him up against it- Don't mind if I do.

Tristan: -wraps his arms around him, humming- You ever even kissed a boy before?

Liam: No, but I've had plenty of dreams about it. -leans their foreheads together, staring at his lips-

Tristan: That's adorable.. you know you're gay though? Like, for sure?

Liam: I'm almost a hundred percent positive, yeah. I just need somebody to help me be sure.

Tristan: What makes you so sure? Have you been watching /porn/, Liam Payne? -pretends to be shocked, pecking him on the lips- So cute.

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Liam: Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. -makes a soft noise, his head spinning just from the little peck- You call that a kiss?

Tristan: That totally means you have. -giggles, pecking his lips again- What, is this not good enough for ye'?

Liam: Shush, I'm quite old enough to be watching porn. -grins, shaking his head- Nope, not nearly enough. Try a bit more.

Tristan: You should've asked me for pictures, I would've sent them to you in a heartbeat.. -licks his lips- why don't you kiss me, then? Show me what you want.

Liam: Maybe I will next time I'm alone and in need. -stares at his lips for a moment before closing the space between them, kissing him roughly and with little hesitation-

Tristan: -doesn't respond, just making a noise at the intensity and matching it with ease- Mm~

Liam: -makes a small, strangled noise of his own, clinging to him and nipping at his lower lip-

Tristan: -pulls Liam as close as he can to him, stomachs against each other's. Wanting to impress Liam he pushes his tongue into his mouth, swirling it around-

Liam: -loosely grabs at his waist, afraid he'll hurt him if he holds too tight, letting out a surprised sound and pushing at his tongue happily-

Tristan: -puts his hands on Liam's and guides them to his ass, sucking on his tongue-

Liam: -gasps softly into his mouth and squeezes his ass tightly, groaning when it causes their cocks to press together-

Tristan: -moans softly, turning his head some so Liam kisses his neck-

Liam: -takes a moment to catch his breath before doing as he wants, pressing kisses along his neck-

Tristan: -bites his lip and whimpers,murmuring- No marks, Liam..

Liam: -nods and forces himself not to bit down or suck, merely kissing his smooth skin-

Tristan: -moans quietly, tangling a hand in his hair and tugging lightly-

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Liam: -makes a low noise, pressing as close to him as physically possible-

Tristan: -turns his head back and captures his lips, kissing him softly-

Liam: -sighs happily and kisses back just as gently, hands moving up to hold his face-

Tristan: -feels his heart beat quicker, smiling into it-

Liam: -pulls back slightly, grinning brightly at him-

Tristan: -chuckles, kissing his nose- I wish you didn't live so far away.

Liam: -blushes softly- Me, too. I wish we could do this all the time.

Tristan: Well, we've got a few days.. -pulls him into a hug- I fancy you quite a bit, Liam.

Liam: -hugs him tightly, hiding his face in the crook of his neck- I fancy you, too..

Tristan: -pulls back, moving away from him to plop on the couch- Let's have a cuddle before you unpack, yeah?

Liam: Mm, yeah. -settles down next to him, opening his arms up for him-

Tristan: -snuggles against him, pulling out his phone and turning on the camera- Smileee!

Liam: -holds him close, making a funny face at the camera-

Tristan: -smiles wide and takes the picture, showing liam after- Should I upload it, or no?

Liam: -laughs at his face in the picture, nodding- Definitely. The fans will love it.

Tristan: -pecks his cheek and starts editing it, uploading it to instagram and then setting his phone down- Mmm..

Liam: -leans his head against tristan's shoulder and watches him, turning his head to kiss his cheek once it's uploaded-

Tristan: You better like it! -giggles- Okay, cuddle time now.. Serious cuddlin' up in here.

Liam: Don't worry, I will. -nods, cuddling close to him- I love some good cuddling.

Tristan: -can't seem to get close enough, even when their bodies are mushes together- You're bloody warm, too..

Liam: -nuzzles his neck, sighing happily- I'm a very naturally warm person.

[rosewicket]

I’M in dank emblem hell which means RUBY must be in dank emblem hell with me

now i’m imagining ruby making roman dress up as niles wtf

also, i have tons of ideas for silly things like this so if anyone’s interested? (they’d all kinda be spoilers for the yt verse tho)

[subtletyislost]

Decided that my youtuber rp was never gonna get a reply so now you get a fic

Elsa wandered around for a while, it wasn’t exactly easy to find a way around in this mall. But she promised her subscribers that she’d meet up with this other youtuber in town. She stopped a passerby and smiled at them. “Excuse me,” she said to the man who stopped. "Yes?" the man asked. "I’ve never been to this mall before. Can you tell me where the food court is?" "Oh yeah, it’s down one floor and in the middle of the mall." "Thank you." "You’re welcome." Elsa headed down to the food court following the directions and some signs she noticed. When she got to the food court she was surprised to see that most of the tables were empty. The only one that wasn’t was occupied by a perky looking red-head. She smiled and walked over to the table. "Hi," she said. "My name is Elsa. Are you the youtuber of my dreams?" The girl sitting at the table looked up and smiled. "Depends on the dreams. And what youtuber you are looking for." Elsa smiled too. She sat down at the table with the girl. "I'm looking for a YouTuber named Anna. Would you happen to know her?" The girl chuckled. "Know her? I am her. It's nice to meet you Elsa. You're prettier than you look in your videos."

[trixabellebeiste]

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