emilyyleighh

summary: you and jason have been flirting on stream for weeks so when he hits his sub goal you and him fulfill the chat’s wishes and have a beach day on stream

cw: flirting, streamer!reader, you guys are not dating but probably will in the future, food, indirect kiss (sharing chopsticks), my dream date cute, fem in mind but 2nd pov writing, I think that's it hopefully y'all enjoy, 2.22k words

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“chat!” jason yells. “we all know what day it is,” he watches as the moniter goes in super speed.

chat00 we ready

chat00 pre healed

chat00 wwwwww

“y’all wanted this so bad and we hit the sub goal so we will be on the way to the beach soon,” he clicks some things on his screen while continuing to talk.

“but before that we will be doing desktop while we wait for the special guest to arrive,” he spends time going through his reddit and responding to the chats questions about the day before getting a knock on the door.

he looks at the screen, “chat, it might be time,” he fixes the camera to make it full screen before walking towards the room door.

chat00 finallyyy

chat00 yesss beach incoming

the chat hears you before they see you, “heyyy,” you hug jason before walking towards the desktop.

“what’s up chat!” you say smiling at waving at the monitor.

chat00 HIIIII

chat00 so pretty

chat00 W y/n

“aww you guys are so nice,” you say reading all of the comments. jason moves behind you with another chair.

“you can take my chair,” you turn to look at him.

“you sure?” you ask. he nods while pushing it towards you.

“thank you,” you say, smiling sweetly before sitting down and placing your bag in your lap.

jason grabs the mouse clicking a couple more things while talking, “we got the beautiful y/n here, we’re about to have a w stream i can already feel it,”

he turns to you, “you ready for the beach?”

you nod excitedly, “yes i bought a new swimsuit and everything! we’re getting in the water right?”

“we can do anything you want to do,” jason replies, which makes your face start to feel warm as you turn away to avoid eye contact and read the chat.

chat00 w jason

chat00 pre ship edits

jason takes back your attention with a small clap to gather his thoughts, “okay game plan. we go to the store, grab some food for a little picnic, unless you wanna just stop at a drive thru to get food, and we can also get like some sunscreen and other beach essentials.”

you turn to him with wide eyes, “oh my gosh, i have a picnic basket in my car, we should get some sushi or sandwiches or something,”

“that low-key sounds fire. we could go to erewhon to get the sushi, you okay with that?”

“yesss let’s do it,” you say grinning at jason.

jason claps his hands excitedly before turning back to his monitor and clicking through it “alright we can ride in my car, let me set up the irl. jawhn!”

you hear someone walk through the door behind you and turn around to see jason’s cameraman fiddling with the camera gear.

“hi jawhn,” you say waving at him. the mentioned guy nods his head at you in greeting and continues trying to fix the camera. you turn back to read the comments while you wait.

chat00 hii

chat00 get some buckets to make a sandcastle

chat00 w jawhn

“ooh someone says we should make sandcastles,” you say turning to jason, observing as he picks up things around his room.

“ooh that could be a good idea, we might have to go to a different store though,” jason replies, glancing at you.

“i’m okay with that!” you respond, smiling at his words. you pick up your bag as you watch the screen change into the irl camera. jason grabs his keys off his desk and gestures for you to follow.

he leads you out the front door and to the passenger door of his car, but you stop in your tracks. “oh wait let me grab the basket, can you take this?” you ask holding out your bag for him.

“yes ma’am,” he grabs your bag and you head towards your car, grabbing the picnic basket and blanket out of the trunk. you turn to head back towards jason's car where he has the door open for you to get in. you sit in the car putting the blanket at your feet and turn to put the basket in the back seat. by the time you are done situating yourself, jason has made it into the driver's seat, with jawhn sitting in the back to film you two.

"chat, is everything good?" jason asks aloud, causing you to pull out your phone to monitor the audience feedback which you are sure jawhn is doing as well.

chat00 we good

chat00 yesss all good

"everyone says it's good," you say as jason reverses out of his parking space.

"perfect let's get to it,"

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"okay which one should we get?" jason asks pointing at the selections of sushi in front of you. you bend a little to be able to read the contents of each box, trying to determine which will be the best.

"hmm, i think..." you pick up a box filled with different types of sushi and sashimi, "...this one. it has a little bit of everything,"

you move closer to jason to show him the contents of the box and he looks over your shoulder to read it with you.

"yeah, whatever you want, this looks good," he replies with a small smile. you place the sushi in the small cart as an acknowledgement of his words.

chat00 y'all are the cutest

chat00 jason folding under zero pressure lmaoo

"we can probably get some drinks at the beach," you say following after jason. he leads you to the part of the store which houses the sunscreen and other outside essentials. he picks up the sunscreen while talking.

"yeah we can do that, do you want anymore snacks like dessert or anything?" you tilt your head contemplating before nodding.

"yess actually some fruit would be really nice," you lead him to the fruit section, hearing him ask the chat a few questions before putting all of his attention back on you. you select another multipack and put it in the basket.

"i think that's all," he nods at your words and makes eye contact with you.

"you sure? because you can get anything you want, it's on me,"

"i'm okay! thanks though," you reply with a chuckle. with that, jason leads you towards the checkout line to pay for the items and you take the time to read the chat.

chat00 w selections

chat00 this is a top tier segment

chat00 swimsuit coverup from where?

"oh my coverup! i actually made it! 1 of 1," you answer the chat, looking at the camera which jawhn holds in front of you. jason turns around and faces you, looking down at your outfit.

"oh you made this?" he asks pointing to your crochet cover.

you smile, "yesss, it's so cute right?" you reply excitedly, doing a little spin.

"yeah, i would've never thought. it looks so good. how long did it take you?" jason asks looking genuinely curious as he waits for your response.

"not that long since it's mesh, i've made a few but i've never really gotten to wear them out," you answer walking behind him as he pushes the cart forward to stay caught up with the checkout line.

"guess we're gonna have to go to the beach more so i can see all of them," he says before making a goofy face towards the camera.

"shut up!" you exclaim as you playfully shove him.

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"okay guys we have finally made it to the beach," jason exclaims as he puts the car in park. he opens the door to round the car and let you out, which you thank him for. you grab your bag and blanket while jason grabs the picnic basket, which houses the food that you bought at erewhon.

"it's so pretty out here chat!" you say as you look out into the water. jawhn points the camera towards the beach where you are looking so the chat will be able to experience what you are talking about.

you follow jason as he walks on the sand getting a fair enough distance from the water before turning to you.

"this a good spot?" he asks, continuing to survey the beach.

"this spot is perfect!" you reply, and start to lay the blanket onto the ground, burying the corners with sand. jason places your basket in the middle of the blanket while jawhn sets up the tripod to face you.

"oh shoot i forgot something in the car, can y'all stay with the chat real quick," jason asks as he stands up from the blanket.

"yes we got it," you nod, watching as jason walks off before turning back to the chat.

chat00 jawhn third wheel

chat00 the beach looks so nice

"guys jawhn isn't third wheeling, we're all friends," you say aloud, looking up at the mentioned person. he makes a face behind the camera causing you to laugh.

"at least i'm getting free food," he responds, his words barely being caught due to the wind. you continue to talk to the chat until jason comes back to the blanket with his hands full. your eyes widen as you recognize the items.

"oh my gosh! mangonada," you exclaim enthusiastically, holding your hands out to grab one of the three he has in the cup carrier. you take a sip and make a sound of delight.

"thanks jason," you say, reaching over to give him a little side hug when he sits.

"of course, of course, 'saw the cart when we came in and i remember you said you wanted some at erewhon," he replies before sipping a little out of his own drink.

chat00 the toughest

chat00 www jason

"okay let's open the sushi," you reach into the basket pulling out the food, chopsticks, and little plates handing a pair to each person.

"you get first pick," jason says, looking at you while pointing to the sushi box.

"okay!" you pick up your plate and use your chopsticks to choose the most appetizing looking pieces. after you pick yours, the boys pick out theirs.

you eat and chat for a little with each other, people watching a bit. when you're done with your first selection of sushi, you pick out another to eat a piece of.

"ooh did you get this one?" you ask jason, pointing to the piece of sushi on your plate. jason shakes his head no.

"do you want to try it?" you respond, glancing at him.

"sure," he says. you pick up the piece of sushi and bring it towards his mouth, holding your hand under the food in case it drops. jason opens his mouth, eating the food.

"oh yeah that one is good," he mutters, his mouth still a little full.

"yeah we low-key should have got a full box of these," you say before looking back down at the chat.

chat00 ???

chat00 OMGGG

chat00 w kiss

"why are y'all saying kiss, we didn't kiss?" jason asks, looking at the camera confused.

"it's because y'all shared chopsticks. it's an indirect kiss," jawhn explains nonchalantly, continuing to scroll on his phone. your jaw drops at his words as you feel your face go warm.

"yo what," jason says giggling nervously.

chat00 tiktok edits about to have a field day with this

chat00 y'all are so cute

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"you full?" jason asks, watching you as you take a sip of your drink. you nod at his words.

"wanna go to the water now?" you ask him while placing the box of leftovers in the basket.

"yeah let's do it," jason helps you tidy up the blanket while jawhn picks up the camera. you take off your cover up and place it neatly on the blanket where you were sitting.

"wait what if someone steals the basket?" you wonder aloud.

jason shakes his head, "they shouldn't but if they do i'll buy you a new one,"

you shyly smile before following jason to the shore. "can you take a picture of me in the water,"

"yeah i gotchu,"

the two of you spend time on the shore getting photo ops and making jawhn record your tiktoks. you finally move further into the water enjoying the coolness as you watch the sunset.

you look at the water before smirking a little as you side eye jason, who is momentarily in his own world. you gesture jawhn to back up a little before bending down to splash the water towards jason's direction.

"what the-!" he exclaims holding his arm towards his face to block the water. he retaliates by splashing the water your way, causing you to giggle as you back away. the two of you continue your water war before jason starts making his way towards you causing you to back up quickly.

"no no no," you say laughing while backing away. you are too slow as jason reaches you, going to pick you and finally dunk you into the water. you scream and your body meets the water, continuing to laugh at his actions.

"jason!" you yell with a smile. you hold onto his neck to pull him down to make his full body wet as well.

jason picks you up with his hands under your back and legs and carries you back to the shore towards jawhn.

"found a mermaid chat," jason jokes setting you down, feet first back onto the sand.

"that was really fun," you voiced following jason back to your picnic setup.

"yeah w beach segment chat,"

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summary: you are a member of the core boys team and decide to invite them to your graduation on a whim not knowing how hard they'll actually celebrate you

cw: mostly gender neutral with the 2nd person pov but probably a few fem pronouns, slight adapt focused, but mostly platonic for everyone, when i say team i imagine her as something like an assistant, i def skipped some parts of how an actual commencement would go but we’re going to ignore that </3 my first imagine pls send requests i thrive off of them, 2.05k words

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you tap your fingers against the steering wheel as you wait for the gate to the house to open for you. humming along to the song playing on the radio, you turn into the parking area making sure that your car is out of the way in case anyone leaves before you.

you put your car into park and pick up your phone to see if you missed any messages while driving. seeing nothing, you open your car door and walk out and around to the other side to pick up the food order from your backseat.

continuing to hum, you grab your purse to put it around your shoulder but notice the manilla envelope laying on the floor of the car. picking it up and looking through it, you notice that it’s your leftover printed graduation invites that you passed out a few months ago to your family members who knew you were in school.

looking a little longer you think, ‘why not’ before grabbing a couple invites out of the envelope and placing them in your bag. finally, you pick up the food bags and close your car door, making your way to the house entrance.

you can tell the door is open so you just kick it slightly with your foot as your hands are full. the foyer is pretty empty, you notice as you walk in. you kick the door shut with your foot and by that time adapt is making his way down the stairs.

“hey you need help?” you don’t refuse and instead reach out an arm of bags to him.

“thanks!” you say with a small smile as adapt follows you toward the kitchen.

“of course,” he replies.

when you guys make it to the kitchen, you notice that almost everyone is already in there talking about some business idea. you think at this point they are probably used to you bringing food around this time of day that they naturally start to gather.

“hey everyone!” you greet and they each respond in their own little way.

you place the stack of boxes on the island and adapt copies your action, stepping back to let you take full reign of separating the food. you set down your bag and pull out your phone to read the food orders so that you can write each name on the corresponding box.

the boys all hover somewhat around you, with silky and lacy discussing which new food items they’ll make for their next cooking segment, ron doomscrolling in the corner on tiktok, marlon drinking from a water bottle, and adapt texting on his phone, probably telling jason that you’ve arrived.

you finish writing names and announce that you’re done, moving out of the way so that everyone has a clear shot at grabbing their food. to your surprise, instead of them all splitting up to go to their normal locations, they all stay at the island to eat.

“thanks y/n, you’re the best,” silky says giving you a side hug on his way to the other side of the island.

“no worries, just doing my job,” you say with a thumbs up. everyone follows up with their version of thank you and you just wave them off moving to tidy up the rest of the kitchen. you place jason’s food in the fridge separate from the extra boxes for the cameramen so that he’ll be able to find it later.

you still have a couple errands to run so you move to grab your purse but notice the cards sitting up. everyone seems to have gone quiet for a second in their phones which causes you to hesitate before just saying ‘yolo’ and pulling them out.

“hey guys,” you start, causing everyone to look up at the sound of your voice. you get a little nervous with all the eyes but swallow it down quickly with a smile.

“i know it’s a little last minute but i just wanted to invite y’all to my graduation this weekend from usc. i have a couple extra invites so if anyone was free and wanted to support that’s up to you all! of course no one is forced to come i promise i have family that will be there regardless,”

you are hit with a wave of “congratulations!” and adapt, the one standing closest to you, reaches out to give you a full body hug.

“of course, i don’t know about everyone else but i should be free! i’ll be there,” he says, giving you a little squeeze before letting you go.

“yo i didn’t even know you were in school this whole time, that’s so awesome!” silky exclaims, reaching out for a high five which you return.

“yeah what’s your major?” ron asks, picking up an invite from the stack that you placed on the table.

“my major is business admin, i did it all online and get to walk on saturday,” you reply happily.

at that moment, jason finally walks in looking a little tired, probably just waking from a nap. he notices the energy of the room and asks “what happened?”

marlon replies, “y/n is graduating from usc and is inviting us to the ceremony this weekend,”

jason widens his eyes in shock and turns to you, opening his arms for a hug, “what! congrats! i’m literally there,”

“looks like we’re all going, i hope you’re prepared for a crowd of supporters,” lacy concludes with a slight chuckle.

you laugh softly with him, “i appreciate you guys. if anything comes up don’t hesitate to attend to that first, the ceremony will probably be boring anyways.”

“no shot. we will be there. matter of fact-,” adapt cuts himself off to grab an invite off the island. he grabs a magnet off the fridge and sticks the picture to the door using it.

“there. so we don’t forget,”

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you take a deep breath to settle your nerves as you sit in your assigned chair on the floor of the arena. earlier in the day, adapt had texted asking which side of the floor you would be sitting on so that they would be able to get close pictures and videos of you walking. you couldn’t believe they were actually coming. they said they would but it was so last minute that you believed no one would actually have room in their schedule.

you check your phone to see how much time there was left until the event started and at the same time are met with a photo message from the groupchat which you use to communicate with all of the boys at once. the picture is of you, taken from a side angle. you look to your right and scan the audience for a familiar face, spotting ron waving manically.

you laugh and wave back, seeing everyone else sitting next to him. you wave and pose for the photos and videos that they take of you from the audience. you open the groupchat up to message.

no stream? - y/n

probably later, didn’t want to ruin the actual ceremony with stream snipers - lacy

appreciate it - y/n

with that, you close your phone as the dean starts his speech.

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you take another deep breath as your name gets closer and closer to being called as you stand in the line. you spotted your family as you were walking to the stage and it filled you with happiness. now is just left to walk without any trips or mishaps to haunt you forever.

finally the girl standing before you gets her name called and your fan your face as you move forward into her previous spot.

you barely hear the first syllable of your name before the side which houses your family and team erupts in cheers causing you to smile brightly as you walk across the stage. you pose for the picture with your dean and diploma and end your moment with a kiss to the main camera.

as you walk back to your seat, your family and the boys are still cheering excitedly recording you as you walk. you hold up and point to your diploma excitedly, laughing as their reactions get even more expressive. you finally make your way to your seat, fanning yourself to get a little more air after the exciting moment.

-

you finish taking pictures outside of the arena with your family who says they will meet you at home. you hear your name being called as you walk across the parking lot to your car.

“y/n!” you turn and your eyes meet silky’s as the group makes their way over to you. you stop in your tracks smiling and waving as they close the distance between you and them.

“hey guys i didn’t know you stayed afterwards,” you say as you open your arms to greet the group in hugs.

“yeah we wanted to give you your gifts and say hello before you went off with your family for the day,” marlon explains as he holds out about four large bouquets of flowers for you to grab on to.

“oh my gosh thanks so much,” you reply grabbing onto the flowers. you see gilbert taking some off guards in the corner of your eye.

“did you guys want to take some pictures?”

the guys agree and they move to stand around and squat in front of you for the pictures that gilbert takes on his phone and camera. feeling content, you smile happily for each that he takes. the boys also each get an individual photo with you, with jason going as far as to asking you to make a tiktok with him, which you agree to with a laugh.

your photo time ends and you thank them all again. “i really appreciate all of you seriously. i’m glad you could make it,”

adapt waves you off, “of course. you do so much for us day to day with no complaints, it was a no brainer to come support your accomplishments.”

“here’s another gift, we weren’t sure what to get you so hopefully you like it,” lacy holds out a bag for you and ron grabs the flowers from your hold so that you are able to look in the bag.

“open the card last,” adapt chimes in.

you reach through the bag pulling out a cute stuffed animal which has your school’s logo on it, a couple gift cards to your favorite restaurants and a little gucci fragrance.

“aww you guys shouldn’t have,” you say with a slight pout feeling grateful for their gifts.

“don’t forget the card,” marlon says. you take out the mentioned card and open the envelope. the front has a simple graduation message on it which you read quickly and then move onto the inside. the right of the card has some signatures and messages from each of the guys but your attention is taking by the folded note in the middle of the card. you open it and read:

all expenses paid trip to destination of your choice (plus one included) funded by the core boys! redeem at any time

your jaw drops as the words register and the boys laugh at your reaction.

“what! guys this is too much! seriously the gift cards were enough,” you say trying to hand the note to someone.

“no way, you deserve it. school can be very hard and tiring and the fact that you juggled that and being with us is admirable so we wanted to repay that back. any time you need a vacation just let us know,” adapt reassures.

you reach out to hug him and the rest of the boys afterwards. you probably repeat thank you about fifty times before they playfully tell you to shut up. you place all of the gifts back in the bag and the boys offer to walk you back to your car to help carry everything.

you finally make it to your car thanking them one last time before you go your separate ways for the day.

as you open your car door to get in silky shouts one more thing,

“make sure you party hard for us today you heard!”

you just laugh and send a thumbs up his way. you sit in your car and take a deep breath to recollect yourself. smiling at the flowers in your backseat you think to yourself,

‘couldn’t have had a better day’

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BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS, STABLE RONALDO

ronaldo x reader, word count: 1.2k

author’s note: here’s some ron boyfriend headcanons, i might make some for every core member but idk! i hope this satisfies your request anon, thank you for ur support :)

boyfriend!ron who makes you his teammate in everything.

whether it’s a random game, a challenge, or something completely unnecessary, ron always wants you on his side. he’s the type to get way too competitive and start acting like the two of you are in a championship final, but the second you actually need help, he’s locked in, he loves feeling like you’re his partner in crime.

boyfriend!ron who sends you the most random updates like you’re his personal diary.

you’ll wake up to messages that make absolutely no sense without context. a picture of something he saw, a five second video of him laughing at something, or a “baby look at this” text at the most random time. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, he just likes sharing his day with you.

boyfriend!ron who tries to make you laugh during serious moments.

he’s not the best at sitting in silence when he knows you’re upset. if you’re having a bad day, he’ll probably start saying the dumbest things just to get a smile out of you. sometimes it works immediately, sometimes you have to pretend you’re still mad because you know he’s trying.

boyfriend!ron who lets you roast him back.

ron can dish it out all day, but he actually loves when you give the same energy back. he’d rather have someone who can joke around with him than someone who takes everything seriously. the two of you would probably have entire arguments that are just insults disguised as flirting.

boyfriend!ron who makes you watch things just because he wants your reaction.

he’ll send you a video and immediately ask, “did you watch it?” because he genuinely wants to know what you think. it’s not even about the video, he just likes seeing your reactions and hearing your opinions, especially when he already knows you’re going to laugh.

boyfriend!ron who gets way too excited when you understand his references.

the second you know what he’s talking about without him explaining, he’s impressed. he loves when you can keep up with his humor because it feels like you’re part of his world instead of just watching from the outside.

boyfriend!ron who pretends he doesn’t care when you beat him at something.

he’ll immediately start making excuses. “nah, that didn’t count.” “you got lucky.” “run it back.” but secretly he’s smiling because he likes seeing you get competitive. he’d rather lose to you than anyone else.

boyfriend!ron who randomly interrupts you just because he wants your attention.

you could be doing something completely normal and he’ll find a way to bother you. asking random questions, showing you something, stealing your phone for a second, or just standing there until you acknowledge him. he’ll act like he’s annoying you on purpose, but he really just likes being around you.

boyfriend!ron who has a completely different energy when it’s just you two.

everyone else sees the loud, chaotic, always joking version of him, but you get the calmer side. he’s still funny, but he’s more relaxed. he doesn’t feel like he has to be “on” all the time because being with you is easy.

boyfriend!ron who gets shy when you compliment him seriously.

he can handle jokes and teasing all day, but genuine compliments catch him off guard. if you tell him you’re proud of him or that you appreciate him, he’ll probably laugh it off at first, but you’ll notice he remembers it.

boyfriend!ron who makes random memories out of nothing.

he’s not the type who needs expensive dates or big plans. sometimes it’s just getting food late at night, laughing in the car, watching something together, or turning a boring day into something you’ll both talk about later.

boyfriend!ron who acts like he’s not sentimental but keeps everything.

he’ll pretend he doesn’t care about pictures, screenshots, or little memories, but he absolutely keeps them. old messages, funny clips, random pictures you sent him. he’d never admit how much those small things mean to him.

boyfriend!ron who makes you feel included in his life.

he wouldn’t want you to feel like you’re separate from everything he does. whether it’s talking about his friends, showing you what he’s working on, or asking you what you think, he’d naturally make space for you.

boyfriend!ron who always chooses you as his duo.

even if there are other people around, you’re always the person he wants beside him. because at the end of the day, you’re not just his girlfriend, you’re the person he has the most fun with. you’re his number one priority. :-)

I was wondering if you could do a stableronaldo x streamer!reader

with them at streamer university together! Maybe with them being put as roommates despite the no boy girl roommates and then some flirty funny moments

whatever the anon’s want, the anons can get😎😎

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Uhm part 2 when? Ahaha let me think about it ✌️😂

Warnings : slight swearing, NOT PROOFREAD, pretty cringe ngl.

Wc : idk I really didn’t pay attention or anything but I guess it’s pretty long.

“Room 204?”—

Stableronaldo x f!streamer!reader

You walk into kai’s office— soaking wet from the rain and having to stand outside for like.. 2 hours.. you walk in with a bit of a shy smile as you approach his desk with your duffle bag filled with your stuff over your shoulder.

“Deann kaii, heyyy…”

You kick your leg slightly, water dripping slightly off your clothes from being outside in the cold rain with tons of other streamers aswell. Your own cameraman waiting outside for you.

“Hey, y/n. I’m glad you got in! You were uh.. quite creative with your application.”

Kai leaned back, nodding slowly.

“Yeaa— it was—“

Just as you were about to continue speaking he leaned forward and handed you your schedule and your room key.

You grab it but a bit quiet, and somewhat confused on why he just shoved your schedule in your hands, so you speak again.

“Wait— so who is my roommate?”

You look up from the shoved schedule in your hands, looking at him with a confused look on your face, slightly pulling the schedule away from your soaking clothes.

“yea.. you’re nice and I’m glad you got in, y/n. So why don’t you Yknow.. go explore to your dorm?”

Kai kept smiling at you, not answering your question.

“Wait but who is my roommate..?”

You raise an eyebrow, as you slowly walk backwards towards the door

“you can start streaming, y/n! Ahaha bye, y/n! The door is just right there!”

Kai started waving at you, still with a smile.

“Uh- yea, man.. okay I guess..”

You mumble, walking out and looking at your dorm room number, and look down at what would say your roommates name— and its scribbled out with sharpie. Okay, pretty strange…

—it’s pretty nice here, you think to yourself. Having to walk through the halls of streamer university.

Even with how big the campus is, you actually memorized your way around, mainly due to the fact of people standing by their own dorm rooms, and talking and.. screaming… yelling, laughing— joking and all of that stuff. You really only memorized your floor, but who cares when your the first person in your dorm!

It’s empty— not empty as in nothing, but empty with no roommate.. but there is equipment, and stuff on the beds like the merch and.. oh right, your roommate? Kai didn’t really tell you who your roommate was when you asked. He just smiled and sent you off on your way— and streaming? Right.. that too! You zoned out once you got into your dorm room

Looking back at your phone, seeing chat spam totally unrelated stuff, and the game the mods set up for your chatters to participate in, it wasn’t unusual for you to zone out, sometimes you got really focused in things and you just happened to.. zone out in a way where you’re focused on one thing and forgot about the stuff around you— which happened to be your room.

—“okay chat, uh.. as you may have seen… Kai didn’t tell me who my roomie was, he just smiled at me and like rushed me out, bro.”

You look at your phone, looking at chat, propping your other phone you used to stream on, setting it down agasint the desktop. Turning on the screen you began to switch it up so that it your stream would switch to your screen so you could see yourself and your chat… After a few minutes of confusion, you finally ended up getting it right and now you could see yourself and your chat on stream now!

“Alright! We finally got it to work— now we gotta look for West..”— you mumbled, sitting down in your chair, going on your phone, texting west, your camera man—

You glance at your chat, first thing you see is…

—“we can’t hear u 🙏💔😭”

—“mic is lagging so bad”

-“mic???”

You immediately mumble something under your breath, checking your mic—

“Chat, are you guys sure the mic is like.. not plugged in?— why the fuck am I asking, they probably actually can’t hear me..”

You scoff, slightly rolling your eyes, looking for some wire to maybe connect to your mic— you stand up and look around the set up, finding a yellow cord, not connected to anything, and another cord.. not connected to anything.

To focused on the cords, you don’t realize the yelling coming from down the hall..

..

“IM TELLING YOU, LACY HAS A SMALL ASS ROOM, HE PROBABLY CANT EVEN FIT IN IT, MARLON HAS SOME CRAZY SET UP, I THINK AND I HOPE DEAN KAI BLESSED ME WITH A SINGLE ROOM.”

—this voice was loud.. and really interrupting, just not as interrupting for you to stop being zoned out on your mic situation.

The door is pushed open, forcefully— Ron steps inside, his phone held at his eye level as he reads his twitch chat floating across the screen. Layis though, immediately notices you. He doesn’t say anything yet but he makes the camera zoom in on you and back at Ron.

Ron squinted at his screen, with a scoff he spoke—— “you don’t have a single room Ron’ yes I do, look chat, literally look at the—”

He looks at layis to the pan camera around— and when he finally looked up from his phone screen to look at the room… He sees you.

You stood up, you back faced towards them, trying to figure out either to use the blue cord or the yellow cord for your mic since your camera man wasn’t there to help you figure it out —

Ron lowers his phone from his face— before he whispers to his chat

“Wait.. don’t troll..”

He stands perfectly still, looking back and forth at you and back at his own chat. His brain trying to process the fact that in fact there is another person— a GIRL.

You finally decide to look at your own chat—

—“BEHIJD YIUHU!!!!!/$/$/!/!”

—“no wonder why Kai didn’t tell her who her roommate is, I’d probably only tell her outta pity”

—“StableRonaldo as your roommate is 100% like being in purgatory lmaoo 😭”

Stable Ronaldo?— whose stableronaldo and why would being with him be “purgatory”?

You huff, finally looking behind you to see a very shocked Ron, and an amused layis to say the least.

Layis takes this opportunity to slowly pan the camera closely to Ron’s shocked face with his eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape.

Ron slowly spoke, eyes still fixated on you.

“Layis.. zoom in on that.. zoom in right now…”

Layis chuckled under his breath, slowly panning the camera on your confused face looking back at Ron

Ron looked back at his phone twitch chat, and back at you.

“chat.. is Kai running a social experiment on me? Am I deadass hallucinating? There’s no shot..”

Ron mumbled— then cleared his throat very dramatically (probably for the clip)—

He walks over to the empty bed across from your desk, dropping his bag heavily onto the matress— he pulls out his streamer university schedule out of his pocket, squints at it, looks up at you, completely baffled..

“Did Kai tell you this is room 204– are we deadass roommates?”— he looked at you, shaking his head slightly.

..

Silence for a good 2 seconds..

“Yea, room 204. How else do you think I even got into this room?”

Your hand goes to inside your pocket, pulling out your key, dangling it almost right infront of his face— he squinted at it before his eyes went back on your face as you put your key on your desk

Ron looks at layis, in confusion and in loss for words—layis laughs under his breath, holding the camera so that it shows both of you in the same frame while he held his phone

Layis laughed quietly behind the camera

“Chats going a bit crazy, Ron.. they’re saying Kai scammed you— and some other stuff.”

Ron looks down at his phone to see what chat is saying, and when he does, he scoffs

“Chat— no. Don’t say W kai, and stop saying L Ron. This whole university is like.. evil—”

Ron scoffed again, slowly looking up at you

“What even is your name— and what happened to the rules?”

Ron huffed, looking you up and down, sitting down on his bed.

“My name is y/n… and I don’t know why Kai didn’t tell me who my roommate was, but what I’m guessing is he probably thought we’d be enemies.. that’s why he didn’t tell us..?”

You scoff, sitting back down in your chair— looking at the yellow cord plugged into your mic, you look at your chat.

—“Kai js said he thought you 2 would be the best pair awww /j.”

—“Kai hates you both ❤️”

—“being w stable is prob hell. He’s so loud😭”

“Yea I agree.. Kai probably does hate us both.”

You hum, looking down at your phone— west just responded to your text of asking where he was.

West:”I found a cat on campus, mb. I don’t think pets are allpud but we’ can’ work with it.”

West:”allowed**”

West:”nvm. The owner js hopped over the fence and took the fucking cat out of my hands.

West:”coming to the dorm. With no cat. 💔💔💔”

You read what west just sent you and roll your eyes, texting him back as you hear Ron talking to his chat, also setting up his desktop.

You:”wow. Okay, make sure you also bring your stuff..”

West:”okay just give me attitude i guess.”

You:”💔”

…

You walk out of your dorm room while Ron is done setting up his stream, talking to his own chat— your cameraman, west, following you, whispering to chat how big the campus is and could probably be used for playing hide n seek or even tag.

You mainly only left the dorm to see other streamers and the other dorm rooms— and just a few doors down, Jasontheween and Lacy are going down the hall, Lacy purposely running into Jason just for fun. Jason holds his phone, outwardly reading comments while Lacy comments on the way everything looks very loudly.

Lacy yells into his phone camera

“Chat, I’m telling you, I’m deadass hitting like fifteen miles per hour in this hallway— watch this corner, jason—”

Jason abruptly cuts off Lacy, his eyes locking onto you

“Wait, wait.. lacy stop the chair. Chat, hold up. Put w’s in the chat right now— STOP TYPING L RIZZ..”

Lacy immediately pulls back on the joystick, the wheels clicking to a stop right infront of you.

Jason almost immediately shifts his personality, smoothing down his collar and stepping forward like some ‘chad’, he tilts his phone to get both of you into the frame.

Jason puts on a fake deep and confident voice

“Oh, well.. hello there. What’s your name? Haven’t seen you around on campus before.. and also uh.. on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate my fit today?”

Lacy immediately pushes down on the joystick, pushing his wheelchair an inch forward which makes his wheels bump the foot of Jason’s shoes

“DUDE. STOP TRYING TO CHAT UP THIS POOR GIRL, JASON. ITS LITERALLY DAY 1—”

Lacy scoffs loudly—

..

Ron is in your guys dorm room, looking at chat bored before seeing people start to spam the same thing.

-“JASON AND LACY R OUTSIDE UR DOOR”

-“Jason is actually tryna hit on ur roommate lmaoo😭”

-“Lacy is chud.”

-“wtf is going on outside ur dorm💔”

Ron looks at layis—

“Is Jason actually like.. trying to hit on my roommate? On the first day? Or are they trolling?”

Ron doesn’t really wait for an answer, getting up from his chair with layis following, letting the camera pov switch.

The second Ron sees Jason leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face talking to you with some deep fake voice, he inserts himself— practically sliding between you and Jason—

West your cameraman watched a few feet away, very and I mean VERY intrigued, not wanting to ruin the clip about to go on.

Ron points at Jason’s face, looking at the camera layis holds

“Chat, we’ve been in this university for like 20 minutes and Jason is already trying to HIT ON MY ROOMMATE, AND TRY AND MAKE SOME ROMANTIC STORYLINE—”

Jason stumbles back a step, laughing, holding his phone stick high enough to keep you in the frame.

Jason yells back at his own stream

“CHATTT, Ron is losing his mind and literally is gatekeeping— he won’t let me talk to her!”

Ron scoffs—

“You are literally trying to steal my stream views infront of my face— get away from my room and go to the other hallway or floor and steal someone else’s views!!”

Ron pushes Jason away slightly as more of a ‘playful’ thing

“Literally have a guy who can’t pull here and a FATTY in a wheelchair— literally what worse duo could be worser than THIS.”

Ron waves his hands slightly, glaring at Ron and Lacy

Lacy very dramatically gasps

“WHAT.”

Lacy scoffs, looking up at Ron from his wheelchair, then Ron speaks again, glaring down at Lacy with a grin

“Shut up hotwheels—“

Ron chuckles before dramatically turning away from them and going back into the dorm room with layis following.

…

You stand there in shock. Literally.

West is also in shock— his jaw is dropped, and he starts laughing at what just happened. And you really do hope maybe you could farm some clips of your own if it includes Ron involuntary helping you..

..

Timeskip—12:39am.

You were laid down on your bed, scrolling through instragram reels with your eyes squinted from the light of the room and your phone combined. Your viewers watching you, since it being a sleep stream too.

You sighed, sitting up and tossing your hairtie onto your desk without looking where it even landed, grabbing your half empty redbull can and taking a few sips of it before setting it back down onto the desk and looking back down at your phone to look at the time.

“Damn..”

You mumble under your breath— you rub your eyes and lay back down, scrolling on your phone again, to tired to get up and turn off the light or check chat, or even look at where the fuck your roommate is at.

Your lost in thought while watching an instagram reel half asleep and still squinted, eyes blinking slowly.

“what the shit..”

You mumble under your breath, looking at some dumb instagram reel you suspect is probably ai or just propaganda.

You don’t even notice Ron walking in with his phone in his hand, a phone pole in his hand— setting up his phone pole, and setting up his phone onto the pole, also for a sleep stream like you.

Ron glances at you, and glances at someone on the floor he probably dropped earlier— he seemed almost as equally as tired as you.

When you finally are done with zoning out, and look at your twitch chat spamming about Ron finally being here, your eyes look up from your phone and see Ron.

“Oh hey..”

You hum, eyebrows slightly raised.

“Hey.”

Ron spoke back, still setting up his phone pole and finally figuring it out and he finally sits back down onto his bed.

…

Silence stretches throughout the room and Ron stands up again, walking towards the light switch

“Oh— uh, do you mind if I turn off the lights?”

Ron look at you, his finger hovering over the light switch

Slowly processing what he said, you just shrug and just nod.

“Yea sure, man..”

You mumble, laying back down and laying on your side. Setting your phone down tiredly. Already drifting off to sleep as Ron turned off the lights of the room. The only light coming from both of your phones being set up to face your guys own beds.

You hear Ron go into his own bed and lay down and start to scroll through whatever app he was on.

And shortly after, both of you drift off to sleep, letting both of your chatters go on and on, and letting the ads continue for your guys own revenue or smt…

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Uhm hi guys, I was on and off with writing this js cuz I guess I’ve been busy with a whole lotta nothing😭

Might do a part 2 if I think about it hard enough, yknow. I’m down to do other requests tho

JUST BECAUSE I MISSED YOU, STABLE RONALDO

ronaldo x f!reader, word count: 1.6k

summary: a late night drive, a quiet beach, and a few extra hours with the person he never wants to leave.

notes: here’s a little something anon, I hope this is good!! LOTS OF DIALOGUE, fluff, established relationship, super soft, literally no angst just comfort, sorry if it’s corny lol <3

your phone buzzed just after eleven.

you glanced at the screen.

ron 💞: outside

no “hey”, no “my name is”, no explanation. just “outside.”

you smiled before typing back.

you: that’s not how invitations work.

three dots appeared.

ron 💞: wasn’t an invitation

ron💞: hurry up

you shook your head, laughing to yourself as you slipped on a hoodie and quietly headed downstairs.

the second you stepped outside, you heard it. the deep growl of his Porsche echoed down the street before you even saw it. the pink 911 GT3 RS sat at the curb, headlights glowing against the pavement.

ronaldo leaned against the driver’s door, keys twirling around his finger. “there you are.”

“you texted me two minutes ago.”

“it felt longer.”

“you are so dramatic.”

“i’ve been saying that.”

“you’ve been waiting for two minutes.”

“it was the worst two minutes of my life.”

you rolled your eyes before walking over. “so…”

you looked between him and the car. “where are we going?”

he opened the passenger door for you. “get in.”

“ron.”

“trust the process please” he begged.

“there isn’t a process.”

“yes there is.”

“you made it up.”

“i absolutely did.”

laughing, you climbed into the passenger seat. the door shut with a satisfying click, the car rumbled back to life.

within seconds, you were pulling onto the empty road.

L.A looked completely different at night, traffic had disappeared, storefronts were dark.

streetlights reflected across the windshield while music played quietly through the speakers.

for a while, neither of you said much, he always seemed calmer when he drove.

one hand rested on the steering wheel while the other tapped absentmindedly against the center console with the beat of the music.

you watched the passing lights.

“so…” you finally said. “you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“no.”

“you don’t know, do you?”

he looked over for half a second. “i know exactly where I’m going.”

“really?”

“yep.”

“then where?”

“…forward.”

you laughed. “you are lost.”

“i’m exploring.”

“that’s just a nicer way of saying you’re lost.”

“i’m making memories.”

“you missed the turn.”

“i meant to.”

“you absolutely did not.”

he smiled to himself. “you talk a lot.”

“please, you like it when I talk.”

“i tolerate it.”

“liar.”

“…maybe.”

after another fifteen minutes, the houses disappeared, the salty smell of the ocean drifted in through the cracked window.

you turned toward him. “…the beach?”

he shrugged. “i figured it’d be nice.”

“that’s why you’ve been acting mysterious?”

“i wanted it to sound cooler.”

“it didn’t.”

“i know.”

he pulled into a quiet parking lot overlooking the water, there were only a few other cars scattered nearby, the waves crashed softly against the shore.

you climbed out first, stretching your arms over your head. “it’s pretty.”

“i know.” he walked around to stand beside you.

“you come here a lot?”

“sometimes.”

“by yourself?”

“mhm.”

you looked at him. “i didn’t know that.”

he shrugged. “it’s quiet.”

that made sense.

for someone who spent so much of his life surrounded by cameras, notifications, and people talking over one another, quiet probably felt rare.

“you wanna walk?”

you nodded. “yeah.”

the sand was cool beneath your shoes as the two of you wandered toward the shoreline.

you weren’t really talking, just pointing out random things.

a dog running along the beach, a couple trying, and failing to fly a kite at night, someone fishing off the pier.

eventually, your hands brushed, neither of you reacted.

a few more steps, then again.

without thinking, you slipped your hand into his, he glanced down for the briefest second, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

he didn’t say anything.

he just adjusted his grip so your fingers fit comfortably between his, like it had always belonged there.

“i’m hungry,” he announced.

you laughed. “we’ve been here ten minutes.”

“i’ve had time to think.”

“you think with your stomach.”

“i think efficiently.”

“you think expensively.”

“that’s also true.”

a few minutes later, he came back from a food truck with two orders of fries and a couple of drinks.

“you bought way too much.”

“you’ll help.”

“i know you.”

he handed you one of the containers before sitting on the curb facing the water, you joined him.

for a while, the only sounds were the waves and the occasional seagull.

he stole one of your fries.

“you have your own.”

“yours are better.”

“they came from the same basket.”

“they’ve ot your seasoning.”

you stared at him. “that might’ve been the worst thing you’ve ever said.”

“i’ve definitely said worse.”

“that’s true.”

you bumped his shoulder.

he bumped yours back.

“you know,” you said quietly, “you never actually told me why you wanted to come here.”

he looked out at the water for a moment before answering.

“i don’t know.”

“you don’t know?”

he shrugged. “i was driving earlier.”

“mhm.”

“and i kinda just wished you were there.”

you smiled to yourself. “so you picked me up.”

“so i picked you up.”

“that simple?”

he looked over at you. “yeah.”

“you didn’t have some big plan?”

“no.”

“you just wanted company?”

he nodded once. “i like hanging out with you.”

it was such a simple sentence, he said it so casually, like it wasn’t anything special, maybe that’s why it meant so much.

you rested your head against his shoulder.

he smiled without looking at you. “you comfy?”

“mhm.”

“good.”

“you know…”

“what?”

“i think this is my favorite date we’ve been on.”

he raised an eyebrow. “this counts as a date?”

“you picked me up, drove me to the beach, bought me food, and we’re watching the ocean together.”

he thought about it for a second “…yeah, I guess it does.”

you laughed. “what?”

“i don’t know.”

he reached over, intertwining your fingers with his again. “i just think everything’s more fun when you’re there.”

the waves rolled onto the shore, the ocean stretching out in front of you as the two of you sat there without a reason to rush back, the fries were cold by now, the drinks had lost their fizz, but neither of you cared enough to move.

the night wasn’t special because of the car, the beach, or the food, it was special because it was simple. just him, you, and a few extra hours he got to spend with you.

⋆.ೃ𐦍*:･⋆𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･•

idk if i like it guys lmk eugh and yo im finna do a ron one 👀…

pairings: assistant!reader x laiys (dylan)

warnings: secret relationship, sneaking around, kissing, sexual tension?, implied intimacy, mild swearing. mostly fluff.

note; trying new theme and kinda changed my writing style lmk what u think! also don’t count on me to be fully back ill try to post twice a week :) !

word count: 2.5k!

you had been ron’s assistant for a little over a month, and the tension with dylan had been building since day one.

it wasn’t something either of you had ever actually talked about, and honestly, you weren’t even completely sure when it started. maybe it was the first time you caught him watching you from behind his camera while you were helping ron with something. maybe it was the way he always seemed to end up near you whenever you were at the core house, even when he didn’t really have a reason to be there.

dylan was ron’s cameraman, which meant he was usually somewhere behind the camera, following ron around while everyone else did whatever they were doing. he was quieter than most of the guys, but you had noticed pretty quickly that he wasn’t actually shy.

not around everyone else, at least.

with you, though, things were different.

there were always these little moments that neither of you ever acknowledged.

stolen glances across the room.

accidental brushes when you passed each other in the kitchen.

the way his hand would linger for a second too long whenever he handed you something.

sometimes you’d catch him looking at you, and the second your eyes met, he’d suddenly become very interested in whatever was happening on his camera.

you did the exact same thing.

neither of you ever said anything about it.

until tonight.

you were heading out the front door of the core house, bag over your shoulder, ready to drive home after a long day. you had been running around helping ron with different things since earlier that afternoon, and by the time you were finally leaving, you were exhausted.

the sun had already gone down, and the lights around the basketball court were glowing through the windows. you had one hand on the front door when you heard footsteps behind you.

“y/n, wait.”

you turned around.

dylan was jogging down the steps, hoodie half-zipped and hair messy like he had been running his hands through it. he stopped a few feet away from you, looking slightly out of breath.

you raised your eyebrows. “what’s up?”

“uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking much more nervous than you were used to seeing him. “can i talk to you for a second?”

you nodded, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“yeah.”

he glanced back toward the house for a second. you could faintly hear ron and the others talking inside, completely unaware that dylan had followed you out.

he took a breath.

“i’ve been wanting to ask you this for weeks.”

your heart immediately started beating a little faster.

“okay…”

“would you…” he paused, almost laughing at himself. “would you wanna go out with me? like, on a date. just us. tomorrow night?”

you blinked at him.

“really?”

he gave you a small, awkward laugh. “yeah. i know ron’s our boss and i’m his cameraman and this is probably a bad idea but…”

he looked down for a second before meeting your eyes again.

“i can’t stop thinking about you. so. yeah.”

you could feel your face getting warm, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

“okay,” you said softly. “yeah. i’d like that.”

the relief on his face was immediate.

his shoulders relaxed, and this soft, genuine smile appeared that you hadn’t really seen from him before.

“cool,” he said. “good. okay.”

you laughed quietly. “you seem surprised.”

“i wasn’t sure you were gonna say yes.”

“why?”

“i don’t know.” he shrugged. “you’re you.”

you smiled. “that doesn’t explain anything.”

“i know.”

you both laughed, and for a second neither of you moved.

it felt strange after spending so long pretending there wasn’t anything between you.

dylan looked toward the house again.

“i’ll text you the details,” he said. “and… don’t tell ron yet? please?”

you laughed. “why?”

“because i don’t want it to be weird at work.”

“you’re scared of ron?”

“no.”

you raised an eyebrow.

he sighed. “a little.”

that made you laugh again.

“okay. i won’t tell him.”

“thank you.”

you finally opened the door, but before you could step outside, dylan called your name again.

you looked back.

he smiled.

“see you tomorrow.”

“see you tomorrow.”

you drove home that night with a smile you couldn’t really get rid of.

the next day, dylan texted you around noon.

dylan: you free tonight?

you: you literally asked me out last night.

dylan: yes or no

you: yes

dylan: okay good

you stared at the message for a second before another one came through.

dylan: don’t wear anything too nice

you: why

dylan: because now i’m nervous

you laughed to yourself.

you: you asked me out???

dylan: i know. that’s the problem.

you couldn’t stop smiling at your phone.

the first date was at a quiet little sushi place that wasn’t too far from where you lived. neither of you wanted to go anywhere too crowded, mostly because you both knew how easily someone from the house could randomly show up somewhere.

you were both slightly nervous at first, which was almost funny considering how long you’d already known each other.

you had spent weeks working in the same house, talking whenever you got the chance, but suddenly sitting across from him at an actual table felt completely different.

dylan seemed to feel the same way.

he kept laughing at himself whenever he stumbled over his words, and you caught him looking at you more than once before he quickly focused on his food again.

eventually, though, you both relaxed.

you started talking about everything you normally didn’t get the chance to talk about at the house. random stories from before you met everyone, things you wanted to do, places you wanted to visit.

dylan ended up telling you stories about working with ron that you’d never heard before, and you couldn’t stop laughing at some of them.

“i can’t believe you didn’t tell me that.”

“because it’s embarrassing.”

“for ron?”

“for me too.”

you laughed. “that’s even worse.”

he shook his head, smiling.

halfway through your meal, he looked across the table at you.

“so…”

you immediately smiled. “so?”

“you haven’t told ron, right?”

you shook your head. “no. you told me not to.”

he let out a relieved breath, leaning back slightly.

“good. i haven’t either.”

you laughed. “you really think he’d care that much?”

“you don’t know ron?”

“i work for him.”

“exactly.”

you smiled, picking up your drink.

dylan shook his head. “i know he’d lose his mind if he found out his assistant and his cameraman were dating.”

“we aren’t dating.”

he paused.

you both looked at each other.

“not yet,” he corrected.

you smiled into your drink.

“but seriously,” he continued, “i just don’t want to make things awkward for you at work.”

you were surprised by that.

“i thought you would’ve asked him first or something.”

dylan laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“nah. i’m doing this behind his back.”

you raised your eyebrows. “wow.”

“i like you too much to wait for his permission.”

that made your stomach flutter.

you tried to hide it by looking down at your plate, but dylan noticed anyway.

his smile widened.

“what?”

“nothing.”

“you got all quiet.”

“eat your food.”

he laughed, and you couldn’t help smiling too.

by the time the date was over, neither of you really wanted to leave.

you ended up sitting in his car outside your place for almost twenty minutes, talking about everything and nothing, neither of you making a move to actually get out.

eventually, dylan looked over at you.

“so…”

you laughed. “you keep saying that.”

“i’m trying to figure out how to ask you something.”

“what?”

he smiled slightly.

“can i see you again?”

you looked at him.

“yeah.”

“good.”

you smiled.

“good.”

and that was basically how it started.

a couple weeks later, you were officially together, but no one knew.

well.

almost no one.

the main guys had absolutely no idea.

you and dylan had gotten surprisingly good at keeping it quiet around the core house. there were too many people around all the time, and the last thing either of you wanted was for ron to find out before you were ready to tell him.

so you kept it between yourselves.

stolen glances across rooms.

quick brushes of hands when no one was looking.

texting each other from opposite sides of the same house.

sometimes you’d be sitting in the living room with everyone while dylan was across the room filming ron, and your phone would suddenly buzz.

dylan: stop looking at me.

you’d look up at him immediately.

he’d already be looking at you.

you: you looked first.

dylan: liar.

you’d have to bite back a smile before anyone noticed.

the other cameramen figured it out pretty quickly, though.

gilbert was probably the first one to notice.

you had been standing in the kitchen one afternoon, talking to dylan while everyone else was busy, when gilbert walked in and immediately stopped.

you and dylan both looked at him.

gilbert looked between the two of you.

then he slowly backed out of the kitchen.

“i didn’t see anything.”

you burst out laughing.

dylan just shook his head.

“you’re annoying.”

“i’m not the one hiding in kitchens.”

after that, gilbert definitely knew.

jawhn figured it out not long after, mostly because he always caught dylan staring at you while ron was streaming.

drew figured it out because you weren’t exactly subtle around each other when you thought nobody was watching.

rocket somehow figured it out because, according to him, “you two are not good at this.”

instead of exposing you, though, they just started helping cover for you.

sometimes gilbert would conveniently distract ron if dylan needed to pull you aside.

drew had once walked into a hallway, saw the two of you standing suspiciously close together, and immediately turned around.

“nope.”

you had nearly died laughing.

“thank you,” dylan called after him.

“i don’t wanna know,” drew yelled back.

—

one afternoon you were in the kitchen grabbing something for ron when dylan walked in.

you barely had time to look up before he caught your hand and pulled you toward jason’s camera room.

“dylan—”

“shh.”

you were laughing as he pulled the door mostly closed behind you.

“what are you doing?”

“i haven’t seen you all day.”

“you saw me literally two hours ago.”

“that doesn’t count.”

you opened your mouth to argue, but he was already leaning down to kiss you.

you melted for a second before remembering exactly where you were.

you pulled back slightly.

“dylan.”

“what?”

“ron’s literally upstairs .”

he glanced toward the door.

“i know.”

“then why are you doing this?”

“because i wanted to.”

you stared at him.

he smiled.

you tried not to smile back.

“you’re annoying.”

“yeah, but you like me.”

“unfortunately.”

he laughed quietly before leaning in to steal one more quick kiss.

then he opened the camera room door and walked out like nothing had happened.

you waited a few seconds before following him.

when you stepped back into the kitchen, you saw ron sitting on the kitchen island.

“where were you?”

you froze.

“uh…”

dylan answered from across the room without missing a beat.

“woj had asked her to get something from jasons camera room.”

ron nodded, completely unconcerned.

you looked at dylan.

he looked back at you.

neither of you said anything.

another time, you were helping set up for a stream when dylan walked past you in the hallway.

you were both alone for maybe two seconds.

his hand brushed against your back as he passed, lingering just long enough to make you look over your shoulder.

he was already walking away.

you narrowed your eyes at him.

he glanced back and smiled.

you mouthed, “seriously?”

he just shrugged before disappearing around the corner.

you had to turn around and pretend to be busy with whatever you were doing because you could feel your face getting warm.

the secret made everything more complicated.

but somehow it also made everything more exciting.

one night, after everyone had finally gone to bed, your phone buzzed.

you looked down.

dylan: guest house. now.

you stared at the message for a second.

you: seriously?

dylan: yes.

you: why?

dylan: just come here.

you smiled to yourself before quietly getting up from the theater room and telling drew and rocket that you’d be right back.

you slipped out through the back door and crossed the yard, looking around to make sure nobody was still awake.

the second you stepped inside the guest house, dylan was already waiting for you.

“hi,” you whispered.

he smiled.

“hi.”

you barely had time to close the door before he pulled you closer, kissing you like he’d been waiting all night.

you laughed softly against his mouth, hands resting against his chest.

“what was that for?”

“missed you.”

“you saw me this morning.”

“doesn’t matter.”

you shook your head, smiling as he kissed you again.

the night eventually turned quieter, the two of you tucked away in his room with the rest of the house completely unaware.

you stayed close afterward, curled against his chest while his fingers traced lazy patterns along your back.

for once, neither of you had to worry about someone walking into the room or catching you looking at each other for too long.

dylan looked down at you.

“i hate sneaking around.”

you smiled against his chest.

“me too.”

he was quiet for a second.

“but…”

you looked up at him.

“what?”

he smiled.

“it’s kinda hot.”

you laughed quietly. “yeah. it is.”

he leaned down and kissed the top of your head before settling back against the pillows.

outside, the core house was completely quiet.

everybody was asleep or busy, completely unaware that you had slipped out of the house to spend the night with ron’s cameraman.

you knew eventually you would have to tell ron.

you just weren’t sure when.

for now, though, you were perfectly happy staying right where you were, curled up against dylan while his hand rested lazily on your back.

neither of you wanted to move.

but eventually, you knew you would have to slip back inside before anyone woke up.

dylan seemed to realize the same thing.

he sighed.

“we should probably go.”

you groaned immediately. “i don’t want to.”

“me neither.”

“then lets just stay here.”

he laughed quietly.

“ron’s gonna fucking kill me.”

you both stayed there for another few minutes anyway, neither one willing to be the first to actually get up.

because as much as you hated sneaking around, there was something about having this little secret between the two of you that made it feel like it belonged completely to you.

and for now, that was enough.

❝ for the fall free of being younger ❞

pairing: stableronaldo x fem!reader

summery: even when world gets to know your best friend, there are certain parts of him that remain entirely yours.

content: headcannons (sfw)

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most people believe in soulmates, while some don't. others are convinced they’re destined to meet the love of their life during college. you were never quite sure how much of that was true. the only thing you knew for certain was that you had met your other half, platonic or not, sitting in a middle school classroom.

when two boys decided it was fun to tease you about your two pigtails, calling you “childish” and “immature”, he was the only one who bothered to step in, telling them to leave you alone.

childhoodbsf!ron who also loved to tease you, just in a much nicer way.

“those two are some of the stupidest boys in our class” he said. “thanks for defending me” you muttered, genuinely appreciative. “no worries. but maybe lose the pigtails, they're way too easy to mess with” he teased, reaching over to give one of them a slight tug.

childhoodbsf!ron ever since that day, he had firmly stuck to your side.

eighth grade, when the boy you had a huge crush on admitted to liking your best friend instead. “for me, he said ‘tbh you seem chill but i don’t really know you,’ and for hers he said ‘tbh you’re cute’” you whined, burying your face in your hands “well, he said he doesn't really know you, so...” rani tried to encourage you, though it didn’t make it sting any less.

freshman year, when the thought of entering high school had your stomach tied in knots. “what if i get bullied?” you asked him, panic written all over your face. “it’s way more likely for me to get shoved into a locker than for you to experience any sort of bullying” he said, flashing a grin to lighten the mood.“rani, i’m serious. what if i don’t make any girl friends?” “for what? you have me. i’ll be a girl for you if you want” he joked, earning a laugh that finally broke your anxiety.

sophomore year, when he decided he wanted to start streaming. you didn’t really get the whole vision at first, but nevertheless, you supported him every step of the way. “i’m not playing fortnite with you, rani” you announced from the comfort of his bed. “c’mon! just one round” he pleaded, shooting you a look over his shoulder. but how could you claim to support his dreams if you wouldn’t even play his games?

junior year, when you completely bombed your driver’s test. “he was so rude! he practically scolded me just because i put my indicators on a second late” you sniffled. he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin right on the top of your head. “i know, i know” he murmured, rubbing your back to soothe you.

and then came life after school, when the one person you could tell anything to, the one person whose laugh was entirely yours, slowly stopped becoming only yours.

childhoodbsf!ron who bought you whatever you wanted without making a big deal out of it.

“you want it? just get it” he shrugged as you stood frozen, debating whether or not to make the purchase. “you think?” you asked, still totally indecisive. “on me” he said, already stepping around you to grab it and make his way to the register before you could protest.

childhoodbsf!ron who would still come to you for everything.

“—and then, he told me he wants to collab again” he finished recounting his day, after spending hours out streaming and filming. “that’s so good, rani. i’m really proud of you” you said softly from the other end of the line.

childhoodbsf!ron who had to awkwardly joke around with his chat every single time someone asked if you were his girlfriend.

“nah, chill, chill. that’s my girl, but not like that” he laughed, quickly brushing his chat off. “yeah, that’s not going to help for shit” you laughed.

childhoodbsf!ron who secretly hated when you called him ron off-stream.

it didn’t matter that his streamer tag had stuck and the whole internet called him that now, you weren't the internet. “what the fuck, ron?” you snapped as he pulled some wildly random outburst right in the middle of a stream. “ron is crazy,” he muttered aloud to his chat before turning his gaze to you with a deadpan stare. you gave him a puzzled look, to which he only muttered, “don’t call me that”

childhoodbsf!ron to whom whatever he owned belonged to you, too.

sharing wasn't anything new, hoodies, t-shirts, leftover food. you two had shared everything since forever. except now, he also lived in the massive CORE house and had expensive cars. he invited you over constantly, letting you lounge around his new and shiny house wearing nothing but his oversized clothes.

childhoodbsf!ron who was now starting to slightly regret that lifelong habit of sharing.

“rani, i’m not stupid. i can drive now” you insisted as his pink porsche purred smoothly down the coastline near his house. “i never said you were stupid, i’m just worried you don’t care enough about our lives to not crash it” he teased, leaning back in the passenger seat with one hand resting casually on your thigh as you pressed down on the accelerator.

childhoodbsf!ron who always included you in everything he did.

if he was streaming a two-player video game? he was practically begging you to join. if he was reacting to funny clips? he was already forwarding them to you to see if you laughed too. anyone in his orbit knew who you were, because being in his presence meant knowing you existed too.

childhoodbsf!ron who loved to tease you and roast you relentlessly.

he loved that you understood his humor better than anyone else on earth, that he could relentlessly poke fun at you without you ever taking it personally. he loved it even more when there was this thin, dangerous line between your joking insults and arguments that felt suspiciously like flirting disguised as banter.

childhoodbsf!ron who still loved to bother you just because he wanted your attention.

he’d still reach out and pull on small strands of your hair, the exact same habit from middle school, just to make you drop what you were doing and listen to whatever bullshit thought had popped into his head.

childhoodbsf!ron who in the end, somewhere along the way, had completely blurred the lines between platonic and romantic.

childhoodbsf!ron who didn’t even realize it.

the way his eyes lingered on you, the quiet ways he needed you in his space, or the way you occupied his thoughts constantly.

childhoodbsf!reader feeling that exact same shift, just as intensely.

because somewhere down the road, you two had stopped being just best friends.

two childhood best friends who had grown up, learned, and lived life together, now simply needing to realize their feelings together too.

adapt (alex) x f!reader, word count: 2.2k

summary: alex had spent months convincing everyone, including himself that you were just a friend. you did the same. but after one night, one conversation, and a few too many honest moments, the pretending becomes impossible.

notes: alcohol, drunken confession, friends to lovers, mutual pining, inspired by the song “how to pretend” by lucy bedroque, and ron & marlon acting like their cupids..

you almost didn’t answer the phone. 

by nine, you’d already changed into an old hoodie and convinced yourself that staying home sounded better than standing shoulder to shoulder with fifty people in somebody else’s house.

the party had been on the group chat all week, you’d reacted with a thumbs up..then quietly decided you weren’t going.

your phone buzzed.

ron 🤢🤢: yo where you at???

you ignored it.

another buzz.

marlon✌️: don’t do this

a laugh escaped you. a third notification appeared almost immediately.

ron 🤢🤢: i know you’re home

you finally replied.

you: congratulations detective

before either of them could text back, your phone started ringing.

you answered with a sigh. “what?”

“geez,” ronaldo laughed. “you always answer like somebody died.”

“because it’s you.”

“i’ll ignore that.”

“you should.”

marlon’s voice joined the call. “get dressed.”

“i’m not coming.”

“yes you are.” ronaldo says.

“i literally said I’m not.”

“and we’re literally saying you are.”

you dropped your head back against your pillow.

“i don’t feel like dealing with people tonight.”

“you say that every single time,” marlon said.

“and every single time you end up staying until like two in the morning.”

“not true.”

“it is.”

ronaldo laughed. “you know who keeps asking if you’re coming?”

you already knew where this was going. “…who?”

“alex.”

you frowned. “what about him?”

“he keeps asking about you.”

“did she say she’s coming?’”

“you think she’ll show up?’”

“text them again.” marlon tried copying alex’s voice terribly.

you rolled your eyes even though they couldn’t see you. “he’s probably just asking.”

“mhm.”

“you two are insufferable.”

“and yet…” ronaldo paused.

“…you’re thinking about it.”

you hated how well he knew you.

twenty minutes later, you were looking for your car keys.

the music hit you before the front door even opened. the house was already packed. people spilled into the kitchen, the hallway, even the backyard.

someone yelled your name.

ronaldo.

“there you are!”

he wrapped an arm around your shoulders before you could even get both feet inside. “i knew we’d convince you.”

“you harassed me.”

“it worked.”

marlon walked over holding two drinks. “i told you she’d cave.”

“i didn’t cave.”

“you absolutely caved.”

you laughed, taking the cup from him. “i hate both of you.”

“no you don’t.”

“…maybe not.”

the three of you stood around talking for a while before ronaldo suddenly looked over your shoulder.

“there he is.”

you turned instinctively, alex. he was standing near the kitchen island, black hoodie on, sleeves shoved over his hands while he laughed at something somebody had said.

when his eyes landed on you, he smiled,not huge…just enough that you noticed.

“you came.”

“i was forced.”

“i figured.” he looked toward ronaldo.

“they finally convinced you?”

“they wore me down.”

ronaldo looked offended. “i prefer persuasive.”

“you called me six times.”

“it builds character.”

alex laughed. “i believe it.”

someone shoved another drink into his hand before disappearing back into the crowd.

he looked down at it.

“…well.”

ronaldo pointed at him. “don’t let him drink too much.”

"i’m right here.”

“i know.”

alex rolled his eyes dramatically. “i’ll survive.”

an hour later, he was louder.

two hours later…

he was impossible to ignore.

every room he walked into somehow got louder with him.

he’d start telling a story, get distracted halfway through, laugh at himself, then somehow end up telling an entirely different story instead.

at one point he climbed onto the couch.

“i have something important to say.”

the room slowly went quiet.

alex looked around. “i forgot.”

everyone burst into laughter.

he nodded seriously. “that’s on me.” even he couldn’t stop laughing.

you found yourself watching him more than you meant to. not because he was making a fool of himself, but because he looked rather happy, carefree, like nothing existed outside that room.

until every few minutes, he’d look around and somehow his eyes always landed on you.

the first time, you ignored it.

the second, you convinced yourself it meant nothing.

by the fifth time, you caught him. he smiled, then looked away first.

ronaldo leaned against your shoulder. “did you notice it yet?”

“what?”

“he keeps looking for you.”

“he does not.”

“he does.”

marlon walked over just in time to hear it.

“he hasn’t left her alone all night.”

“yes i have.” alex called from across the room.

everyone turned, alex frowned.

“…wait” he blinked. “who were we talking about?”

“you dumbo.” ronaldo answered.

“oh.”

alex thought for a second. “…carry on then.”

the room laughed again, he laughed too. but this time, his eyes found yours first.

the party only got louder from there.

someone had connected their phone to the speaker. a group of people were shouting lyrics they barely knew, someone else was trying to teach ronaldo a dance that he absolutely couldn’t do, and marlon had his phone out recording whatever chaos was happening in the middle of the living room.

alex was right in the center of it.

you could hear his laugh over everyone else’s. he had one arm thrown around somebody’s shoulders, the other holding a drink he’d definitely had for too long to still remember where it came from.

“you are so wrong,” he laughed.

“i’m literally right,” ronaldo argued.

“no, you’re confidently wrong.”

“you’ve had like…”

ronaldo squinted at the cup.

“..four dude.”

alex looked down at it.

“…maybe.”

“what do you mean maybe?”

“i lost count.”

“you lost count after two.”

“that sounds like a personal problem alex.”

you shook your head, smiling into your drink. he really was loud when he drank, not obnoxious, just..bigger, everything about him felt turned up.

his laugh.

his stories.

the way he’d throw his head back over the smallest joke.

it was strangely nice to see, until it wasn’t.

because after a while, no matter where you ended up…

the kitchen,

the backyard door,

the hallway, alex somehow drifted there too.

not immediately, not obviously. just enough that you kept catching yourself thinking, didn’t he just leave?

“you following me?” you joked when he wandered into the kitchen for what felt like the fourth time.

he looked genuinely confused. “what?”

“you’re everywhere.”

he laughed. “i was gonna say the same thing.”

“i’ve been standing here.”

“exactly.”

“…that doesn’t make any sense.”

“it did in my head.”

you laughed. “you’re gone.”

“so i’ve been told.” he grinned before somebody called his name again.

“hold on.” he pointed at you. “don’t disappear”

“i wasn't planning to.”

“good." he started backing away through the crowd. “i’m getting water.”

“you don’t have to.”

“i know.” his smile only widened. “i’m just using it as an excuse to come back.” then he disappeared back into the crowd.

It was almost two by the time ronaldo finally stepped in.

he walked over to alex, took the cup out of his hand, and set it on the counter. “you’re done.”

alex looked offended. “excuse me?”

“go drink some water man.”

“i don’t want water.”

“i know.”

“i want that.” he pointed at the cup ronaldo had just stolen.

“no.”

alex gasped dramatically. “i’ve been betrayed.”

“you’ve been over served.”

marlon walked past, laughing. “i told you this was coming.”

“i can handle myself.” alex said trying to defend himself.

“you just tried to dap up the lamp…”

“…it looked friendly.”

you laughed before you could stop yourself.

alex turned immediately. “there you are.”

“i never left.”

“no,” he said, smiling, “but i keep looking for you anyway.”

“you’re being dramatic.”

“a little.”

“a lot.”

“it’s worth it.”

ronaldo looked between the two of you, then at marlon.

neither of them said anything.

they just shared the same knowing look, it was subtle, quick enough that neither of you noticed, but long enough to confirm exactly what they were both thinking.

a few minutes later, alex was gone.

this time, he didn’t come back.

you looked around the living room. the kitchen, the hallway. nothing.

“where’d he go?” you asked.

ronaldo nodded toward the sliding door. “outside.”

“is he okay?”

“he’ll be fine.”

he looked at you for a second before smirking. “…unless you wanna go check.”

you rolled your eyes. “so this was your plan?”

“what plan?”

“you’re not slick.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

marlon laughed into his drink. “go.”

“you two are unbelievable.”

“we know.”

with one last shake of your head, you stepped outside.

the backyard was almost silent compared to the house.

outside, the music was nothing more than a dull pulse through the walls, the laughter inside softened by a distance. a cool breeze drifted across the yard, carrying the faint smell of smoke from someone's fire pit down the block.

alex was sitting on the bottom step of the deck, his hood was pulled over his head now, hiding most of his hair. one sleeve covered half his hand.

he looked up when he heard the door. “there you are.”

you smiled. “you've said that a lot tonight."

“…have i?”

“at least four times alex”

“huh.” he laughed quietly to himself. “i guess i have.”

you sat down beside him, neither of you said anything for a minute.

the silence wasn’t awkward, it was easy, comfortable even. like neither of you felt the need to fill every second with conversation.

alex leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “i think ron’s mad at me.”

“he just took your drink.”

“exactly.”

“you’ve had enough.”

“so i've been told” 

you laughed at his comment.

his head turned almost instantly “there it is.”

“what?”

“that laugh.”

you shook your head. “you’re so drunk.”

“oh…” he nodded thoughtfully “…very.”

at least he was aware of it.

for another minute, neither of you spoke.

alex sighed. “i had a plan.”

you looked over. “for tonight?”

“mhm.”

“what was it?”

he frowned. “i don’t know.”

you laughed. “you forgot?”

“i forgot.” he stared at the grass.

a beat passed.

“…wait.” he pointed at you. “no, i remember.”

you waited.

“i was gonna ask if you wanted to get coffee.”

your smile softened. “really?”

“yeah.”

he looked down at his hands. “i wasn’t supposed to do it like…” he gestured vaguely at himself. “….this.”

“what stopped you before?”

he went quiet for a second. “i didn’t know if you actually liked hanging out with me.”

“what?”

“i know we’re friends.” he picked at the sleeve of his hoodie.

“and you’re nice to everybody.”

his voice had gotten quieter now.

“so, i couldn’t tell if I was anything different.”

your heart sank a little. “alex.”

“i know.” he laughed at himself.

“this is going horribly”

“it’s not.”

“it is.”

“i had this whole speech.”

“i’m sure it was a good one”

“it probably was really good.”

“we'll never know.” he smiled for a second, then it faded.

“i like you.”

three simple words, no dramatic buildup, no rehearsed confession. just the truth.

alex let out a breath and covered his face with one hand.

“…there.”

“alex…”

“i know, i’m drunk.”

“you are.”

“but i’m not lying.”

you believed him, maybe because he looked embarrassed, maybe because this was the first time all night he wasn’t trying to make anyone laugh, he just looked… nervous.

you reached over and nudged his shoulder.

“i think…”

he looked up.

“…you should ask me again when you’re sober.”

his eyebrows lifted.

“…yeah?”

“yeah.”

a grin slowly spread across his face. “a real answer?”

“a real answer.”

he laughed, rubbing both hands over his face. “i cannot believe I just confessed before the coffee.”

“you skipped a few steps.”

“i skipped all of them.”

“you definitely did.”

the back door slid open. “there you are.” ronaldo stepped outside, Marlon right behind him. the second ronaldo saw alex smiling beside you, he groaned dramatically.

“oh, he told you.” his grin was immediate.

alex buried his face in the hood of his sweatshirt. “…please stop talking.”

“i knew it!” ronaldo laughed.

marlon pointed at alex. “he has been impossible for months."

alex groaned louder. “guys.”

“no, seriously,” marlon continued. “every single time we hang out.”

“‘you think she’s coming?’”

“‘did she text back?’”

“‘is she busy?’”

you looked at alex.

his face was bright red now. “i hate all of you.”

“no you don’t,” ronaldo said.

alex sighed. “maybe not.”

you smiled. for months, he’d been pretending, pretending he wasn’t looking for you, pretending he didn’t care if you came around, pretending you were just another friend in the group. now, sitting beside him beneath the porch light, you realized he'd never been trying to convince anyone else, but had only been trying to convince himself.