LeafyisHere Fanfiction

hey friend, life’s had a lot of up and downs. Getting married in less than a month. For some reason the ups have felt pretty down still. My 29th was yesterday and this weekend has been as good (bad) as all the others. At least I expect it now. I wrote a lot of these from a not great place, hoping to escape a bit to the emotions of what I was writing about. Maybe perhaps as an escape to feel like how leafy vids reminded me of just a friend having a nice chat.

maybe one day I’ll get to feel a bit at peace. at peace with who I am, who I wanted to be, who I wanted to change into. id say a lot of how Im feeling is because it’s my fault. Perhaps I deserve everything said to me, maybe being in a smaller hole is better for me and it’s better when I felt less. I could be more of the person everyone wants me to be.

maybe you wish you logged into youtube and a “hey guys” title popped up. It’s a new leafy vid. You can barely believe your eyes, well, and your ears. The calming voice of a quick checking in vid. The nostalgic background music playing. Or maybe you wish it was a call from leafy himself, a long time friend, checking in. You haven’t spoken in years. He’s just reaching out to check in with you personally and trying to reconnect. Both of you are in different places in life, but still the same sincerity comes through like you never stopped. After a long pause, he asks, “so how are things actually?” With the hopes that maybe one of these check ins you’ll actually be honest about missing him and what you had. Maybe next time, you’ll be honest with yourself, or maybe he will.

Just wanted to say im not dead (hoping none of you guys are either). Also my bf is triggered by leafy, adding to his knowledge of this blog, and his only actual argument is the chin thing so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hi! This is the second fanfiction I will be posting this evening. I have a lot of Leafy requests, but if you guys would prefer to have some variety, just pop a request in! Thanks to those of you that are still around <3 I hope you are healthy and thriving in your school or career. Warning, some profanity. 

LeafyIsHere Fanfiction - Fight With Your Friend

Recently, you had become quite close with a particular YouTuber. You were currently attending a university out of state from him, but you saw nothing wrong with just talking with someone. After all, you were looking for someone that would listen to you and enjoy hearing about your day, and were willing to listen to him as well. It had become an everyday thing over a few months that you two would talk and over time you had also started to develop a strong friendship, at the least. Although, him always asking about your day and checking in with you to make sure you were having a good day was definitely growing on you.

Some of your friends were highly supportive of your new adventure, but others not so much. In fact, there were a few in particular that were giving you quite the hard time with even talking with Calvin. They claimed that he probably wasn’t even real or that someone was faking you out. It didn’t matter how many videos the two of you would trade or even if he was staring right back at your friends, they still wouldn’t take your word that it was a legitimate thing.

Calvin and you had grown to not only talking with one another, but also being a bit flirtatious. It was always a pleasant conversation and talking with him always put you in a good mood. The two of you were talking, as you do normally, when you suddenly received a message from your friend asking what was going on.

Having a normal conversation, it starts going downhill when you make a smart comment saying, “Yeah, it was funny because he was joking about me transferring to a University in Seattle.” Completely changing the topic, your friend starts going down a new tangent about Calvin by asking, “Oh, isn’t that where that guy lives? What’s his name again?” Laughing to yourself, as you know damn well that he knew Calvin’s name, you simply reply saying, “His name is Calvin and I wouldn’t transfer there with how many credits I have.” 

Your phone buzzes as you read, “I don’t know about this guy, Y/N…” Quickly you respond, “We’re just talking.. it’s not like I’m head over heals for him..” Trying to change the conversation, you state, “Besides, I’m excited for this year’s season and I have to stay on track for graduation.” Completely ignoring your last bit, he says, “You obviously value his opinion a bit so it’s probably better to change the conversation before I say something.”

Getting a different notification, you notice it is from Calvin and read it to say, “Hey, I just finished my video, how was work and class?” Smiling, you close the other message to reply saying, “Day is going alright, what did you make your video on this time?” You reopen your friend’s message and reply confidently, “If you have something to say, then you should just say it.” A message pops up form your friend that reads, “There’s only so close you can get with someone online. There’s never going to be that level of trust you only get by being face to face with someone. You haven’t even met this guy.” 

Eyebrows in a furrow, you ask, “Do you honestly think I trust him as much as I trust you, someone that I’ve known for multiple years?” You are a bit confused at this point. Sure, you were enjoying chatting with Calvin but it had only been a handful of months. You had been friends with his other guy for a few years, surely he wouldn’t think…”Yeah, I do” your friend responds.

A longer message about Calvin’s video popped up and you open it to read it but quickly return to your friend’s message. Immediately, you reply, “That’s fucked. Of course I’m going to trust you more than him.” A few minutes later, and several messages between you and your friend, Calvin sends another message asking, “busy?” You reply back explaining that you were in an argument with one of your friends, or someone you considered a good friend. 

A set of messages spew back and forth between you and your friend. One fiery message after another and you getting more and more frustrated as the conversation goes. Calvin starts to notice your short messages and low tolerance for a simple joke he tries making. Normally, you are full of laughter to his jokes and now you won’t even laugh at one of them. 

“Hey, are you okay? Maybe that conversation isn’t the best one to be in..” Calvin sends. Reading it, you sign and type back, “I’m sorry. I don’t really mean to be so rude or depressing. I’m just getting really frustrated in this conversation and it’s definitely affecting how I’m responding to you. I’m just honestly ready to cry at this conversation.” Completely unaware that the conversation actually is the result of bringing up your dear Calvin, he replies saying, “Y/N, just leave the conversation. It’s not worth you being upset. If he was your friend, he wouldn’t be making you feel that way. Just talk with me instead.”

Now stuck between Calvin and your supposed friend, you are a bit torn. On one end, you want him to understand that Calvin has been there when your friend hasn’t. Not to mention, you want your friend to understand how much you value your friendship with him. But, it’s clearly taking a toll on how you’re talking with others and your happiness. 

Ever since you started talking with Calvin and made some new friends at your school, your friend has been trying to monopolize more and more of your time with other people. He says erratic things like you trusting too many people and how he doesn’t know if he can even trust you as the result of you expressing your feelings to these people. It’s almost as if your friend treats you like you’re in a relationship with him, even though you’re not.

Groaning loudly, you throw your phone down on your bed and cover your eyes with your hands. A few tears have already been shed, but you don’t know how much more you can take, or Calvin for that matter. The poor guy has been up the last few hours with you during the conversation and now it’s got quite late where you are and where he is. You decide to reply in short answers, as to not seem rude by blatantly leaving the conversation with your friend. He seems to take the bait and ends the conversation in belief that an understanding and realization has been reached. You sigh in relief that he has bought your lies and move back to your conversation with Calvin.

Logging into your Skype, per his request, you are shocked to see that he is clearly focused on you in the chat window. Smiling slightly when you see him, he says, “C’mon, I know you can do better than that.” Cracking a bigger smile, you look away and say a simple, “Hey… sorry about the whole conversation.. a bit of a buzzkill..” He speaks up again and asks, “Will you watch my latest video so I can see your reaction? I sent it in the chat before I post it.” 

Smiling brightly, you quickly pull up the video, but leave the Skype window open so you can see Calvin at the same time. He is clearly focused on you as your chest erupts into a fit of giggles at some of his jokes. His face immediately brightens up and a smile stretches across his face. “See, I knew I could get you to smile before bed.” Chuckling and shaking your head, you say, “Of course you can, you know I like just about all your jokes.” Finishing the video, you spend the rest of the night until long into the morning talking. He makes you smile with a plethora of cute jokes the rest of the night. You can’t help but think, ‘I don’t care if we ever meet. It’s moments like these that make me happy and that’s all that should matter.’

As you talk with Calvin, you both are doing a couple different activities. Mostly, you laying in bed and him playing a game on his PC while you two talk. Smiling to yourself, you drift off to sleep on Skype, but not before hearing a quick, “Awh are you asleep? Goodnight, Y/N, talk with you tomorrow.” You find yourself counting down the hours till he can make you smile again.

Hi again! Hope you enjoyed this fanfic! Let me know how you liked it and if you prefer fluff like this, more emotional, or more sensual material. This fanfic is a little bit on the longer style and hopefully kept your attention throughout. Like I posted previously, I am going to try and post more frequently (I can’t believe I hadn’t posted in a year lol). I miss writing and chatting with you guys, so feel free to drop a message in my box! 

Lol so I said that he would be my comeback fic for following me on twitter but he’s fallen off the world/web a little bit. Anyway, I’m back, but just a little bit. I’m going to write when I’m bored and try to put out something at least once a week. This one is a little short but I’m trying to add some variety to the blog and not have all long ones. 

Some of you have previously requested helping me with writing some. However, I have a particular writing style and I know some individuals would be frustrated if they noticed a change. I hope you can understand, however, I try to post the requests on my request page (I need to update it still lol) so feel free to have your own blog and use requests from there if you need a starting point!  

Ryan Fanfiction - Soda Shirt

Shutting your locker, you look to walk towards your next class. Rounding the corner, you bump into someone and before you know it, are completely dowsed with some type of soft drink. Blinking in disbelief several times, you are frustrated to remember you just bought this shirt and don’t have any extra clothes on you. In front of you is a blubbering mess of apologies and shocked faces, mostly the one who spilled their drink on you. 

In front of you is none other than Ryan. He’s been in some of your classes, but not enough for you to know each other well enough. Sure, he was cute to you, but you have always been too busy focusing on your classes and watching the occasional youtube video. You had heard about some videos he was involved in, and would maybe watch an occasional stream of his, as well as possibly stealing a glance or two of him in class. Okay, so you and a pretty big crush on Ryan himself. But what were you supposed to do when he was just sitting there for the world to enjoy his presence?

Before you know it, you have an extra shirt shoved in front of you as he looks away blushing and saying, “You may want to put this on so you don’t have uhh.. a soda shirt all day.. That and you probably don’t want to attract ants or anyone else..” coughing, he corrects himself by saying, “I mean anything else.” Looking down, you realize your shirt is starting to rapidly become see-through. At such a close proximity, you realize Ryan’s probably noticed and thus gave you his extra shirt to prevent other embarrassing things from happening. Sighing out of both frustration and the thought of ‘can today get any worse’, you take the shirt and say a curt, “Thanks.”

Rushing off to change while trying to cover your top half with your shirt, you make it to the bathroom to quickly change. Pulling the shirt over your head, you can’t help but take a simple breath in and let the clean and fresh laundry scent fill you. Once on, you look in the mirror and notice the shirt is a bit too large for you, but also look down to see that your new shirt is probably ruined by the stains that are already taking shape. The time goes by rather quick and you notice that you’re already late for class. ‘Great, now I’m late.’

Walking out of the restroom, you almost bump into the same person that caused this whole mess. ‘Did he really decide to follow me and wait outside the bathroom?’ you think to yourself. Looking up at him, you cross your arms across your chest and pout saying, “Thanks for the shirt, I’ll uh wash it and give it back to you tomorrow.” Eyes trailing back over to him you notice his eyes travel straight to his shirt and simply stare blankly without any thought. “Hello? Earth to Ryan?? Is that alright?” You say, trying to get his attention. 

“No.” Blinking a few times you can’t believe what you’ve just heard. “No? What do you mean ‘no’? You act like I’ll have this ready at the end of the day, I’m not walking home in a soda shirt—“

Getting cut off, Ryan simply says, “No, like it’s okay, you can keep the shirt. I just got it but it looks better on you anyway.. plus I’m pretty sure you just bought the shirt I ruined, right? Just consider it an even trade.” Skeptical, you ask, “How did you know I just got this shirt?” 

Blushing a bit and rubbing his neck, he look down and says, “Well, you were talking about it with your friends kind of loud this morning but I haven’t seen you in it either.” A slight pink gracing your cheeks you can’t help but think, ‘He notices what I wear.. like to class?? I looked like a bag of potatoes yesterday… oh no… well, there goes my chances.’ 

Stopping your thoughts, he continues by suggesting, “Sooo we should probably get back to class right?” Looking up, you nod and start walking to class by saying, “Yeah, the last thing I need is for him to give us MORE homework. I suck at that class.” Chuckling, Ryan says, “I can help you if you want? I’m not too bad and could use the extra work, if you’re free later that is?” Excitedly, you reply, “Yes! Please! That would be so great!!” He laughs at your response as you sigh in realization of how desperate for his help you sounded. Walking into class you sit down, teacher caring less about you two being late, you friend turns and says, “I’m shocked he didn’t give you his whole wardrobe after seeing you in his clothes.” Covering your face with your hands you sigh, ‘this is only the beginning of my day, isn’t it?”

Thanks so much for reading! Thank you to the many messages I have received to continue my writing. I hope this was a quick read for you guys and made you at least grin a bit at the cringe that is a fanfiction. Please let me know if you enjoyed and send in your requests! I think I may do gif/picture requests now as well. Feel free to submit those and I’ll do a quick blurb about it ^-^