Influencer!Reader that gets caught on a secret camera by a smaller Influencer trying to cancel them.
Only they end up warning the smaller influencer how much it sucks. Confessing that they hate the influencer lifestyle and it’s all a big fat scam. And, that they only started this to get their family’s (Batfam) attention and not stupid brand deals.
“I can get the director of Vouge magazine on speed dial, but have to wait three buisness days to hear from my own fucking father.”
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Hi can u pls do one where the reader does titoks couple trends or pranks joe who isn't chronically online,amd after few trends he pulls a prank on the reader. Loved ur previous ones.can u make a series plss
જ⁀➴ chronically online bullshit
joe keery x famous!reader
a part of my instagram au!
rough rough!
“okay,” you whispered to the camera. “joe is—like—chronically offline, so i’m obviously gonna do some tiktok trends on him. i don’t think he’s gonna recognize them.” you pause then add, “i hope not.”
you plopped down next to him, his hand immediately finding its way onto your thigh, giving you a light squeeze.
you stare at your phone, pretending you’re scrolling on tiktok when you let out a, “hm.”
he looked up from his phone. “what?”
“apparently it’s—like—impossible to say the word rough twice in a row.”
he snorted. “that’s not true.”
“you try it then.” you scoffed.
“okay.” he narrowed his eyes at you. “rough rough.”
your face turned red from holding in a laugh, only barely managing to squeeze out the next couple of words. “good boy.”
his eyes widened in realization before he let out a bark of laughter. “fucks sake.” he shook his head, a smile still on his face, as he returned to his phone.
you looked back at the camera and held up a discreet thumbs up.
guess who i found on tinder
joe was laying down on your lap, eyes closed as you ran a hand through his hair.
your abrupt stop made him peel an eye open. when he saw you staring at your phone screen with your jaw practically to the floor, he frowned. “what?”
“jake’s on tinder.”
“what—my jake?” he furrowed his eyebrows.
“yes.” you nodded vigorously.
“i didn’t take him for the tinder type.” he muttered, already closing his eyes and bringing your hand back to his hair.
he tensed up, eyes flickering from you to your phone. his mouth open and closed like a fish out of water. when he spoke, his voice was cautious and small. “how- how do you know he’s on tinder?”
“i found him.” you shrugged.
he blinked. “as in—like—on tinder?”
“yeah, silly.”
he paused. “why are you on tinder?”
“…am i not supposed to?”
his eyes bulged out of their sockets. “are you—i sure—you aren’t—” he stammered.
“i’m joking!” you laughed. you brought your phone camera close to his face to show him you were recording. “gotcha.”
he let out a relieved sigh, bringing a hand to rub his face. “you scared the shit out of me.”
you leaned down and pressed an apology kiss to his lips.
we need to talk
you walked in the living room shy and timid, completely unlike you.
you briefly glanced towards the camera you set near the tv to ensure it was still in place.
joe noticed the change in your demeanor and sat up a bit straighter.
you cleared your throat. “we need to talk.”
his throat bobbed. “o-okay.” he shifted on the couch and patted the spot next to him.
you sat next to him but kept your distance. joe’s heart dropped to his ass and you could see it on his face. “what’s up?”
“i- i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now.” you started off slow. “i don’t mean to start anything—i just… it’s been eating away at me, and it’s not like me to keep something from you.”
he nodded. “ask.”
“what would you do…” you kissed your teeth, attempting to bite back a smile. “if when you okay so he said yes would go?”
“i- what?” he blinked.
you doubled over in laughter, head falling down to his thighs.
“jesus.” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “you almost killed me. i almost died.”
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” you said in between fits of laughter. “god—you should’ve seen your face!”
“i felt my face!” he spluttered. “you menace.”
an immediate apology kiss made him feel a bit better.
wiping the spoon
you deliberately bought a pint of joe’s favorite ice cream flavor. you scooped some out in a bowl and sat next to him.
his head flew up, already smelling the ice cream. his eyes landed on your bowl.
“want a bite?”
he nodded.
you scooped some up and held the spoon to his mouth.
he licked the spoon clean, and you wiped it with a tissue after.
he did a double take, not believing his eyes. “can i have another?”
you nodded, holding up another bite to his mouth.
he ate it like a normal person, yet you still wiped the spoon clean.
he blinked, confused. “i was just eating you out—”
“nope!” you squealed, lunging for the camera.
“you and these pranks.” he shook his head.
don’t want a kiss
“the tables are turning.” joe said firmly to his phone camera. “i held a meeting with my sisters about y/n’s monstrous pranks and they told me to prank her back. i’m not up to date with all this chronically online bullshit so they gave me a couple options.” he stared at you sprawled on the couch. “i hope she doesn’t get upset with me. fingers crossed.”
the moment he walked in the living room, you sat up to give him space to sit next to you.
when he plopped down on the opposite end of the couch, you scooted over until your thighs were touching.
he pretended to be preoccupied on his phone.
you brought your lips to his cheek and he ducked.
“excuse you.” you scoffed. you held his face and attempted to give him a kiss on the lips but he pursed his lips and moved them to the side. “what’s wrong with you!”
“i don’t want a kiss right now.” he muttered.
your eyebrows furrowed, slightly annoyed and even more hurt. “as if that’s an option?”
“my body my choice.”
your jaw dropped.
his eyes flickered to his phone and you followed his line of sight.
when you saw his reflection staring back at him with the red dot on the top of the screen you scoffed. “fair play.”
“should’ve set it up farther away.” he acknowledged.
“rookie mistake.” you shrugged, kissing his temple. “can’t out do the doer. proud of you, though.”
، summary𓈒 you go live on tiktok and your fans realize you gotta boyfriend and they wanna know who he is.
، pairing𓈒 jermajesty Jackson x influencer!black reader
، warnings𓈒 no use of y/n, fluff.
، notes𓈒 lauv ittt- enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. jermajesty is a chud and I love him, so ignore how corny this is. Now im GETTING back to the requests.
"First of all, whoever said my lace is lifting in the back...your mama is a man."
You leaned in closer to the ring light, squinting at the chat flying across your iPad screen. The tiktok live was currently sitting at eighty four thousand viewers, and every single one of them had decided today was the day to choose violence.
"I’m serious," you muttered, parting your freshly installed 30 inch bustdown middle part. "Don't play with my stylist like that. She glued this down with the tears of my enemies. It’s sitting. It’s melted. It’s giving scalp but you bitches are just blind."
User38492: Not the wig defense protocol 😭
Kayla_From_The_Block: GIRL forget the hair, who was that tall shadow in the background of your vlog yesterday??
TeeTee_Bandz: Wait hold on because I saw him too! Tall, broad, and moving like he own the place.
Mya.M: SPILL THE TEA SIS. WHO IS HE?!
You paused, your edge brush frozen mid swoop.
Damn. You thought you had cropped that clip perfectly. It was a three second transition in your "Spend the Day with Me in LA" vlog- just a quick aesthetic pan across your living room to show off the new sofa. But the internet FBI apparently had 4K vision and a magnifying glass.
"What shadow?" you asked, trying to keep your face deadpan. You went back to swooping your baby hairs, acting like your heart didn't just do a little skip hop drop. "Y'all are hallucinating. That was probably just the coat rack. Or a ghost. This apartment is old as hell, I keep telling y'all."
Breezy_B: A coat rack in a designer Balenciaga hoodie? Chile, please.
NoName90: And the coat rack got shoulders like a linebacker? Okay.
RealRecognizeReal: Is she blushing??? OH SHE BLUSHING.
"I’m not blushing- black people don’t blush!" you yelled, laughing despite yourself and covering your face with your long, acrylic french tips. "Y’all are so nosey! This is why I don't show y'all my business. Can a girl just live? Can I just have my little apartment in peace without a whole interrogation committee?"
The truth was, you did have a man. And not just any man.
You had been lowkey seeing Jermajesty Jackson for the last six months. Yes, that Jackson. The legacy, the boy with a name so grand it sounded like a decree issued by a medieval king. He was sweet, incredibly fine, ridiculously tall, and, much to your amusement, absolutely obsessed with you.
Up until this point, you guys had kept things strictly on the low. You weren't hiding, but you definitely weren't broadcasting. In the influencer world, once you show your relationship, it belongs to the public. You weren't trying to have tiktok tea pages analyzing your man’s micro expressions to see if he secretly hated you.
"Anyway," you tried to pivot, grabbing your lip gloss. "So, I’m thinking about doing a closet sale next week because..."
The apartment door clicked open.
You froze. The chat froze- or rather, it started moving so fast the text became a blur of vertical light.
You heard the heavy, unmistakable thud of size 12 designer shoes hitting the hardwood floor. Then, a low, melodic hum. He was singing. Because of course he was. The man couldn't walk into a room without sounding like a three part harmony.
"Baby?" his voice boomed from the hallway. "I got the tacos from that spot you like. They was packed but you know I got us taken care of."
You squeezed your eyes shut. Jermajesty, please, not right now, you prayed to the heavens.
"I'm on Live, baby!" you called out, trying to sound casual while throwing warning daggers with your eyes toward the doorway.
But Jermajesty was already halfway into the room.
He stopped dead in his tracks just on the edge of the camera’s peripheral vision. He was wearing a black hoodie, with some black sweatpants, and his hair was perfectly curly. He looked down at his hands, holding a massive brown paper bag that smelled like heaven, then looked at you, then looked at the glowing ring light.
"Oh," he said, his eyes widening slightly. "My bad. I didn't know you was tapped in."
"It's fine," you laughed nervously, waving your hand to dismiss him. "Just set it on the counter, I'll be done in a minute."
But it was too late. The chat had officially lost its collective mind.
Keisha_D: BABY???
Tink_88: HE GOT THE TACOS???
TheGhettoGourmet: HOLD ON THAT VOICE. WHY THAT VOICE SOUND SO FAMILIAR?
BadLilThing: Show him! Show him! Show him!
DripOrDrown: Girl if you don't turn that camera to the left right now I’m unfollowing
"They want you to show your face," you murmured, looking up at him with a helpless grin. "They think you're a shadow demon."
Jermajesty chuckled, a chesty sound that probably made half the girls in the chat weak in the knees. He stepped closer, leaning his hip against the edge of your vanity desk. He wasn't shy, you don't grow up with the last name Jackson and fear a camera, but he respected your boundaries.
"They wanna see me?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I don't know, baby. I ain't got my makeup on. My skin might not be camera ready for your millions of fans."
"Boy, stop," you laughed, hitting his hip with your hand. "Your skin is clearer than my future. Quit playing."
"Let me see what they saying," he said, leaning down over your shoulder to look at the iPad screen.
And just like that, his face entered the frame.
The chat went dead silent for approximately one second. Then, it exploded like a firecracker in a trash can.
SpiritualGhetto: WAIT.
Lexi.K: IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS???
NoWayJose: JERMAJESTY???
BaddieOnABudget: GIRL YOU GOT A JACKSON?!
Mimi_Monroe: Not Jermajesty! Oh you eating good fr
Nene_T: HE IS SO FINEEEEE LORD
Jermajesty saw his name flashing repeatedly on the screen and raised an eyebrow, looking down at you. "Damn, they recognized me quick. I thought I had a disguise on with the hoodie."
"You are literally six foot something, looking like majority of your family, Maj. There is no disguising you," you said, tossing your hair back and finally giving in to the chaos. You turned your chair slightly so the camera captured both of you. "Alright, y'all. Yes. This is my man. Satisfied now? You can stop spamming the chat about the Balenciaga coat rack."
Jermajesty looked directly into the camera, waving with a charming, easygoing smile. "What's up, everybody? I'm the coat rack. Nice to meet y'all."
"Don't encourage them," you warned, though you couldn't stop the massive smile spreading across your face.
"Nah, they cool," Jermajesty said, eyes scanning the comments. "They saying you bagged a prince. I don't know about all that, but I definitely bagged a queen."
"Oh, brother," you groaned, covering your face as the chat went into a full cardiac arrest.
Chrissy_Pooh: HE IS A SMOOTH TALKER OMG
LoverGirl: The way he looked at her...I’m throwing myself in traffic
Didi_100: We need a Q&A! Right now! Turn this into a couple's stream!
YeezyTaughtMe: Q&A! Q&A! Q&A!
You looked up at Jermajesty. He looked down at you, raising his eyebrows in a silent question.
"You got time before the tacos get cold?" you asked him.
"For you? I got all the time in the world," he said, pulling up a rolling stool from your vanity and sitting right next to you, his frame completely taking over the screen. "Let's give the people what they want."
"Alright, keep it respectful in the comments," you warned, pointing a manicured finger at the screen. "Because I will block a bitch. Do not try me today. Keep it cute or get booted."
"Yeah, keep it cute," Jermajesty echoed, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest, looking entirely too comfortable. "I’m sensitive, y'all. Don't hurt my feelings."
"You are not sensitive," you laughed, nudging him.
"I am! I’m a libra. We feel things deeply," he protested, putting a hand over his heart with dramatic flair.
User9028: How did y'all meet? Who shot their shot first?
"Oh, this is a good one," you said, pointing at the comment. "Because he likes to tell a whole lie when people ask this."
"A lie?" Jermajesty gasped, looking genuinely offended. "Excuse me? I am a man of integrity. I tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
"Okay, go ahead then. Tell 'em how we met," you challenged, crossing your arms.
Jermajesty cleared his throat, looking directly at the camera like he was about to deliver a monologue. "Alright, so look. We was at this private party in the Hills. Very exclusive, very lowkey. I’m standing by the bar, minding my business, looking majestic as usual-"
"See, lying already," you cut in, rolling your eyes.
"Let me finish! I’m standing there, and I see this beautiful, radiant black woman walk in. She was wearing this orange dress-"
"It was rust colored."
"Orange, rust, whatever, it was fire. And she was walking like she owned the whole villa. I said, 'Hold on. Who is that?' So I did my little walk over. I gave her the look. I said, 'Excuse me, miss, but I think you dropped something.' And she looked at me and said, 'What?' And I said, 'Your standards, because you ain't talking to me yet.'"
You stared at him, completely deadpan, before turning back to the camera.
"Y'all, please do not believe this man," you said, shaking your head. "This is not what happened at all. First of all, he was not 'standing by the bar looking majestic.' He was standing by the buffet table eating chicken like he hadn't eaten in three business days."
"Hey! The catering was fire, I wasn't gonna let it go to waste," Jermajesty defended himself.
"Secondly, he did not use that corny ass pickup line. What actually happened was, he accidentally backed into me while trying to take a selfie with his cousin, and he spilled half a cup of ginger ale down my back."
"It was an accident!" Jermajesty protested.
"He ruined my dress, y'all. I turned around ready to cuss him out- and I mean, I had the words lined up in my head. I was ready to give him the full treatment. But then I looked up, and he was looking down at me with this big, goofy, puppy dog face, saying, 'Oh my god, I’m so sorry, please don't beat me up, I'll buy you a new dress, I'll buy you ten dresses.'"
"And did I lie?" Jermajesty asked triumphantly. "Did I not get you the dress?"
"He did," you admitted, a soft smile slipping through. "He literally followed me around the rest of the night making sure I had water, napkins, and dry cleaning contacts, and even gave me his jacket so I didn’t look a mess. By the end of the night, he asked for my number so he could 'verify the dress delivery.' Smooth, but goofy."
"Hey, it worked," he said, leaning over to kiss your temple. "You here, ain't you?"
Jasmine_Rose: OMGGGG that is so cute! He was sweating!
Tasha_T: Not the ginger ale 😭 he was nervous!
Kiara_D: He was folding under pressure
"I wasn't folding!" Jermajesty argued, though he was smiling wide. "I was just being a gentleman. My mama raised me right."
LaToya_S: Does Ms. Katherine know about her? Has she met the family?
The chat went wild at this question. Meeting a famous family is one thing, but meeting the Jacksons is a whole different level of pressure.
"Oh, they wanna know about the family," you said, looking at Jermajesty.
"Oh, they love her," Jermajesty said instantly, without a second of hesitation. "My mama loves her. My aunts love her. My grandma...man, grandma wanted to keep her at the house last Thanksgiving. I had to tell her, 'Grandma, she gotta come home with me, stop trying to adopt her.'"
"It’s true," you laughed. "I was so nervous, y'all. You have no idea. When he first told me he wanted me to meet his family, I almost booked a one way ticket to Ghana. I was like, 'Nope, I’m changing my identity, I cannot do this.' I was practicing my posture in the mirror, trying to make sure I didn't say anything too outta pocket."
"You was tripping for no reason," Jermajesty said, shaking his head. "You walked in there and had everyone laughing in five minutes."
"Because I was masking my terror with humor- that’s how I cope!" you shouted. "But no, they are literally the sweetest people. His mom is so gorgeous, and she made me feel right at home. She actually gave me some old family recipes."
"Which she still hasn't cooked for me," Jermajesty pointed out, giving you a look.
"Because you eat too much! If I cook that big pot of peach cobbler, you’re gonna eat the whole thing in one sitting and then complain about your stomach," you shot back.
"I have a fast metabolism," he argued. "I burn it off."
"You burn it off by playing video games and yelling at fifteen year olds on the game," you retorted.
The chat was eating up the banter, the viewer count now climbing past one hundred thousand.
User4820: Who is more clingy?
"Him," you said immediately.
"Her," Jermajesty said at the exact same time.
You both looked at each other.
"How am I clingy?" you asked, offended. "I am a strong, independent woman. I have my own bag, my own apartment, my own schedule."
"Baby," Jermajesty said, leaning forward and looking at the camera. "Let me tell y'all something. This girl right here? If I don't text her back within five minutes, she starts sending me tiktoks of women saying 'If he wanted to, he would.' She starts playing sad SZA songs in her stories."
"That is a lie!" you screamed. "That is a complete fabrication of the truth!"
"It is not!" Jermajesty laughed, enjoying your reaction. "And then, when we sleeping, she gotta have her whole leg wrapped around me like a koala bear. I’m hot, y'all. I’m like a human radiator, and she’s there clinging to me like she’s trying to survive an ice age."
"First of all, your apartment is cold," you defended yourself, pointing a finger at him. "Secondly, you love it. Don't act like you don't pull me right back if I try to move."
"I gotta keep you safe," he said softly, his tone suddenly dropping into that warm, sincere place that always made your heart melt. He looked at you, his hand reaching out to gently tuck a strand of your track behind your ear. "Even if you do kick me in your sleep."
"I do not kick you," you mumbled, looking away, suddenly shy under his gaze.
"You do. You got some strong legs, baby. I think you be running track in your dreams."
The chat was practically sobbing.
Aaliyah_99: I am crying in the club rn
Renee_Baby: They are so real for this
FineAssGirl: No but why are they actually perfect for each other?
LoveLies: Jermajesty is down BAD. Look at his eyes!
"Alright, alright, next question," you said, trying to clear the air before you got too mushy. "We aren't trying to do a whole romance novel on here."
BigDrip_12: Can he do your hair though?
You read the comment out loud and immediately looked at Jermajesty with a devious smirk. "Ooh. Now this is the real test. Maj, do you think you can lay my edges?"
Jermajesty looked at the pink edge brush and the jar of edge control sitting on your vanity. He looked back at the screen, then at your hairline.
"Lay your edges?" he repeated. "Like, swoop them? The little wavy things y'all do?"
"Yes. The swoop de swoop."
"Oh. Easy," he said, puffing out his chest. "Give me the brush."
"Oh lord," you laughed, handing him the brush and opening the edge control. "If you ruin my hair, we are breaking up. I’m telling you right now. This is a high stakes situation."
"Trust the process, baby," he said, taking the brush with absolute confidence. He leaned in close, his face just inches from yours. He put one hand gently on the back of your head to steady you, and his touch was so warm and gentle it made your breathing stop.
The chat slowed, everyone watching intently.
Jermajesty dipped the tip of the brush into the gel. He looked at your forehead like he was Da Vinci looking at the Sistine Chapel.
"Alright, so you gotta do the wave, right?" he muttered, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. He placed the brush at your hairline and made a tentative, shaky swoop.
"Ow, not so hard!" you laughed, wincing slightly. "You're scraping my skin, not painting a fence!"
"My bad, my bad," he whispered, softening his touch. He used his thumb to smooth down the gel, just like he’d seen you do a thousand times. He actually didn't do a terrible job, managing to create a decent, slightly thick, swoop near your temple.
"Hold on," he said, looking at his work. "Wait a minute. I might have found my calling. Look at that! That is a masterpiece."
You looked in the mirror and laughed. "Maj...it’s literally in the middle of my forehead."
"It’s a modern art swoop," he insisted, waving his hand. "It’s avant garde. You don't understand the vision."
"It’s giving 'I fell face first into some grease,'" you teased, but you didn't wipe it off. You looked at him, his face still close to yours, his eyes bright with laughter.
"You love it," he murmured.
"I love you," you whispered back, before you could even think to stop yourself.
Jermajesty’s smile softened into something incredibly warm and private, completely forgetting about the hundred thousand people watching. "I love you more, baby."
The chat exploded into a final, chaotic frenzy of hearts, crying emojis, and caps lock keys slamming.
"Alright, y'all," you said, turning back to the screen with a flush on your cheeks. "We gotta go eat these tacos before they get soggy. Thank y'all for tapping in! Say goodbye, Maj."
Jermajesty leaned over, waving at the screen. "Bye, y'all! Keep supporting my girl, she’s the best to ever do it. Peace!"
You blew a kiss to the camera and hit the 'End Live' button.
As the screen went dark, the quiet of the apartment settled back in. Jermajesty immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest.
"So," he murmured in your ear. "The whole world knows now."
"Yeah," you said, looping your arms around his neck. "They do. You ready for the crazy?"
"With you?" Jermajesty smiled, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. "I’m ready for whatever."
summary: the lead up to the british gp was already chaotic, then y/n's best friend has to interview her f1 driver ex (and yn asks her to tell him a white lie) [influencer!reader]
warnings: like three typos, two swear words, a mason mount mention if you squint and no happy ending ):
inspired by sophia scott's song 'anything but the truth'!
y/n.y/l ✓
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y/n.y/l definitely not fucking hot where i’m posting this from 👍🏼
👤 friend1, friend2
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friend1 YOU'RE fucking hot 🪭🪭🪭 ♥︎ by author
y/n.y/l 💋
user6 here before lando
user8 babe........ lando hasn't been here in WEEKS and i don't think he's coming back 🤡
user4 I know y’all love drama but assuming they broke up because of no interactions in two weeks is actually wild 😭 let them breathe
user8 it’s been dead silent from both sides. no likes, no tags, nothing since barcelona... something’s definitely up lol
user11 guess lando can finally focus on winning the wdc without distractions 👏
friend2 we should've brought that sunshine back home 🌞 ♥︎ by author
user14 she’s finally free from the mcdrama!!!! 😩
user1 So she’s not in Portugal anymore??? 👀
user5 she wouldn’t be back for silverstone would she?? 👀
user1 I’m holding on to delulu
user7 not to be dramatic but if she’s not at silverstone i will throw myself into the paddock gates
user15 the 'oh so perfect' couple didn’t even last. shocking.
jasmineharper ✓ this is what fomo looks like 😮💨
y/n.y/l ✓ 🥺 we missed you, reporter barbie!!!
user10 she's vibing and staying hydrated!
user12 maybe she just wants a break from the grid and from being "lando’s gf" every time she posts?? radical idea
user13 absolutely stunning!! hope you had a good holiday 💖
user2 how are u cold in july what’s going on girl 😭
user3 it's like 18°C in the uk right now lol
user9 girlhood healing summer arc unlocked. he fumbled and we move.
user16 why are people still hating on her even after the alleged break up?? omg seriously. you lot got what u wanted leave! the! girl! alone!
4 July 2024
Friday, July 5
Satuday, July 5
lando's phone:
Sunday, July 7
landonorris ✓
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landonorris Silverstone I love you, so many incredible fans out there ❤️ Congrats on the win @.lewishamilton, we’ll review, do better and come get you next time 😜
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user1 and Silverstone love YOU❤️
user2 OH MY 444 HEART
user3 Love u love u love u!!!
maxfewtrell ✓ Proper job this weekend brother 🔥
user4 Aww❤️
user5 how about reviewing the lack of a certain someone in the paddock today?
user6 your time will come soon Lando🧡🧡🧡
pietra.pilao 🙌
user9 silverstone would have been SO much more perfect if y/n was there with you 😭😭😭
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pairings — platonic!batfamily x fem blogger!batsis
➤ in which you, the daughter of bruce wayne, created a social media account to simply post selfies and photos of your interests. you had no intention to rapidly gain popularity on said platform, but that was a consequence of being "gotham's princess."
It started when you watched a video titled '15 Hobbies to Try This Year.'
You skimmed through the video, trying to find something that piqued your interest. Not pottery, you made a mess every time. Jewelry making? Cute, but too intricate. Then, the woman filming suggested making a personal blog. Post pictures, talk about interests, document experiences—you could work with that.
You chose the username 'waynedigitaldiary' and tried to find a cute photo to use as your profile picture. After adding a few emoji's and symbols, you were satisfied with the account.
After creating the account, you had your phone out at all times. When you stepped outside, you took a picture of the sky. A picture of you holding your favorite peice of literature at the library. A picture of your fast food order. A picture of your favorite show playing on the television. You used up a lot of your phone storage.
Your family picked up on it as well.
In the family room, Tim was introducing a game Dick has never played before (surprisingly.) It was a competitive fighting game, so they both were leaning forward, Dick mashing buttons while Tim meticulously used the combos. Then here you come, walking into the room, eyes glued to your phone, trying to come up with a good caption for your post.
Once you walked in front of the television, the two boys shouted. Making you flinch and almost drop your phone on the hardwood floor.
"Hey, I can't see!" Dick moved his hand in the air, as if waving would make you move away.
"Stay right there!" Tim called out. "Cover his side of the screen, I can still win!"
"What?" You questioned. You were so engrossed in your phone you didn't even realize the television was on. You looked to the screen and gasped. "Oh! My bad, I didn't realize."
"You didn't hear the game? Like, the loud fighting sounds? You're two feet away from the TV, how could you not realize?" Dick spoke, eyes still glued on the television.
You shrugged. "I was on my phone."
Then it was with Cassandra and Stephanie.
You and Cassandra were lounging while Stephanie was on her purple mat indulging in one of her favorite hobbies, yoga. You were supposed to be guiding her, calling out different poses, but managing your account was much more entertaining. The account got a bit of attention, and you were now on the road to one thousand followers! It came out of nowhere, but you were pleased that people liked the posts.
"I've been in the tree pose for fifteen minutes now!" Stephanie huffed. "What's the next pose?"
"Right! I was just making sure you were being mindful!" You sheepishly giggled.
"That's not what you were doing." Cassandra spoke up. "Those pictures are nice, though. I like the one in the mall."
"Isn't it cute?" You leaned over to show her the picture. "I was going to post that one, but—"
"Hello!? The pose?" Stephanie moved her hands around, trying to get their attention. Her hands fell back down to her sides. "You guys are no help at all."
You managed to annoy Jason and Damian. Not with words, but with the amount of time you spent looking down at your device. Jason argued that you should read a book to "cleanse your mind." Damian even offered to spar with you, even though you had minimal experience.
Bruce, of course, was the first person to catch on. Throughout the years of being a father, noticing things about his children became much easier. He wasn't made aware of the account, though. That was until he was shown by Stephanie.
You had hit one thousand followers and continued to grow, hitting my milestones. 5,000, 10,000, and eventually 50,000. You never meant for the blog to become this popular—you were only sharing photos as a quick and enjoyable hobby. Becoming an "influencer" wasn't your plan.
Bruce trusted you to not share anything too personal, but he was still weary. He knows how the press can be, and so he makes sure that galas were the only time his family would be in a newspaper or tabloid. The internet could be much worse, with the possibility of people around the world posting hate comments, he didn't want his daughter to feel insecure or discouraged.
"When did you make this account?" He questioned, sitting across from her in his study.
"A couple of months ago. It got so popular, it's crazy! I don't know how it happened."
"The username. The pictures."
You blinked. "What?"
"Wayne digital diary? Pictures to confirm who you are? Do you know who you are?" He deadpanned.
"What are you talking about?" You raised your eyebrows in realization. "The daughter of Bruce Wayne, richest man in Gotham." You spoke with a sigh. "So am I just popular by association?"
"It took you this long to realize that?"
"You're the one with the money!"
"Don't act like you don't get a generous allowance." Bruce shook his head. "That's besides the point. I get this something you like to do, your account will continue to grow, but make sure it is secure. Two step verification, have a back up—"
"I got it, dad. Two step verification, I don't post any personal information, and I block anybody who's being weird."
His lips curved up into a slight smile. "Good." A moment of silence passed before he spoke up again. "You know, I could make my own account and—"
influencer!reader, tension with matt and reader, blind, deaf, mute, video, youtube video filming with the triplets, quen, and larray, swearing, use of y/n, hella tension, instagram post
somewhat of a part two to my decorating gingerbread houses with the triplets fic from last december, but can be read as standalones!
div creds… @httpssturns
wc… 2.1k
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blessings and riches, tessa
your house bustled with chaos, sound, and love as you filmed a video for your youtube channel with some close friends, the sturniolo triplets.
“today is a very special day in the sturniolo world.” chris says as nick turns on the camera. “why are you making it sound like we’re fighting the fucking avengers we’re just baking…?” nick jokes, walking around the table to meet chris, matt, and you.
chris laughs, placing his pepsi can down on the table. “i meant like we haven’t done a baking video in a while and now we’re here with larray, y/n, and quen.” chris explains, introducing you as you give a polite wave to the camera.
“if you guys remember last year, we did a gingerbread decorating contest with y/n, and we’re at her house for another contest.” matt tells the camera, gesturing to you.
“we also did a cooking video with quen if you haven’t seen it” nick adds. quen nods in agreement, “also if you guys remember on the gingerbread houses video, nick and i lost last year so we’re coming back for that trophy” chris explains.
“what trophy? it was instagram votes you weirdo” nick laughs at chris. “whatever, matt and i still won, you two didn’t even have you gingerbread house in one piece.” you say, fist bumping matt.
a couple minutes pass of playful banter between the six of you, as nick explains the video to the camera. “so we’re doing it a bit differently. so we’re gonna have y/n, matt, and larray on a team in the spice kitchen and me, chris, and quen on the other team.” nick explains, handing matt some tape, a bandana, and a pair of headphones.
“like last time you can vote on our instagram, @sturniolo.triplets, to see who the winner is” chris adds to nicks statement.
you, matt, and larray all walk to the spice kitchen and set up the other camera, banter ensuing with the other group. “who wants to be mute?” chris asks, red bandana in hand.
“nick should be it so he can shut the fuck up once in a while” chris adds, laughing to himself. quen just laughs at chris, nick holds a fake smile. “okay quen what do you wanna be” nick asks, turning to her.
“i’m okay with whatever-“ “okay can i be deaf so i don’t have to hear chris’ bullshit” nick asks, cutting quen off. she laughs, nodding to him.
“wait your lashes are tea as hell right now, make chris blind.” you tell quen, straying away from your own. they agree and work it out themselves.
“y/n come here” matt says to you. “what do you wanna be” larray asks you. you bot your lip, contemplating. “i don’t mind- ooh wait nevermind can i be deaf” you ask, turning to matt. “yeah go for it” he replies, handing you a pair of white headphones. you connect them to your phone, not yet playing music. larray and matt decide their roles, then you go back to filming. larray is blind, matt is deaf.
“so we have y/n’s group in the spice kitchen, my group is in the main kitchen-“
“what the fuck is a spice kitchen?” chris cuts nick off, curiously peeking around a door. “get back here dumbass” nick tells chris, putting his headphones on. “the spice kitchen is behind that door, it’s like a mini kitchen” chris nods at nick’s explanation.
“ohhhhh so that’s why those cameras are there” chris says, waving to the cameras in the spice kitchen. “chris stop trying to get our master plan” you say to his action, shooing him off.
“so guys we are we going to be-“
“y/n girl you’re screaming”
“what?”
“youu arrreee screeeaaaminggggg”
“i’m creaming? what?”
matt starts laughing at the encounter between you and larray, rubbing his eyes. matt just holds a finger to his tape. “oh am i being too loud?” you ask, to which they nod and give you thumbs up. “okay so guys we are making cupcakes, i don’t know what nicks doing over there but we’re gonna decorate them super good because we wanna win” you explain, your voice a little quieter now.
larray is feeling around the kitchen, trying to get the cupcake mix, when he starts waving his hand in your face. you simply grab his hand, re directing it to the box.
you have started on the cupcake batter, but you can’t say the same for the other group. when you looked over your shoulder, you saw chris trying to throw an eggshell at nick, quen peacefully cracking an egg while chris screamed at no one.
you turn back, matt guiding larray to the bowl to stir. matt then walks off to grab the cupcake liners from the main kitchen, while you watch larray accidentally gets the batter along his hand.
“y/n can you grab my a paper towel”
“y/n a paper towel please”
“paaapppeeeeerrrr toweeeeellll” larray was talking to no one, you were behind him with your music blasting.
“i’m in the wiiinndd, i’m in the waaater… nobodies son, nobodies daauughterr” you sing out, not knowing larray is screaming at you. matt returns empty handed, pointing a thins to larray.
larray speaks up, matt getting your attention to try and see what larray is saying. you jump at the sudden touch, looking at larray. “where” larray’s words come out very enunciated and articulated, making it easier for you to read his lips.
“where” you repeat whatever you can make of his lips.
“are the”
“are me? am i?”
“arrre theee”
“are the”
“cup cake”
“cupcake”
“liners”
“minors?”
“llllineerrss!”
“liners! they’re in that second drawer to the right” you guide matt, placing a hand on his bicep whilst pointing. his heart flutters ever so slightly at the touch, but he can’t show it. he walks off, thinking about it.
not only the one touch, your friendship. after the gingerbread decorating video was posted last year, he saw tons of edits about you and matt simply touching. he then later went into chris’ room to talk about it, not knowing where you two stood.
you were friends, of course, but sometimes he yearned for more. for something between the lines when a heart melting touch is overlooked as an accidental touch.
you were a touchy person at heart, especially with your best friends, only causing matt even more pain. he retrieves the cupcake liners, bringing them back and holding them out. you notice he was standing there after a few seconds, you get the cupcake liners and thank him. your finger rests on his for no longer than a split second, but to him, you might as well have pulled him in by his neck.
you’re snapped out of your thoughts when larray starts feeling around to tap your shoulder, smacking your back in the process. “do the mixing y/n” he screams, as if that’ll make you hear him. “mixing?” you ask, not being a very good lip reader.
“the ingredients, mix them!” larray explains once again, pointing to the bowl of untouched components. you look at him in confusion as matt hands you a whisk. he then grabs your hand, gently guiding it to the bowl. he mixes the bowl with your hand beneath his, showing you what needed to be done.
the touch is simple, but it makes you forget what song had been blasting in your ears for the past two minutes. “bitch” larray says, trying to hand you a spatula to better get the batter out of the bowl after mixing it. “i tried to line the pan”
you don’t hear what he says, but matt seems to turn and laugh then finish mixing the batter a little faster than before. matt lets his hand linger on your arm for a second, then goes to finish larray’s attempt at lining the cupcake pan.
meanwhile in nicks group, things weren’t going as smoothly. “chris i swear to fucking God if you don’t stop poking my back” nick screamed over quens muffled laughs. chris just shrugged, not being able to see what was going on.
chris was poking nick, but quen also kept doing it and making it seem like it was chris. it looked like they hadn’t even started mixing their ingredients, so that was beneficial.
“who wants to pour it into the pan?” you call out, turning to matt and pointing at him. “matt you do it, you haven’t done shit for our team” larray laughs, giving matt a tap on the arm. you can’t make out what larray says, but matt seems to laugh, so you smile.
not because the joke you didn’t hear was funny, but because matt’s somewhat smile was so beautiful. the way his eyes sort of squinted and his shoulders slightly shrugged.
you catch yourself staring and turn to larray, attempting to talk to each other. larray starts making icing to decorate with your help, mostly screaming at each other.
matt finishes with pouring the batter, placing them in the preheated oven. everyone in your group takes off their components, placing them on the counter top as you try to clean the kitchen. nick’s group has just barely put the cupcakes in the oven, finally finishing.
the six of you talk off camera while you wait for the cupcakes to be done. after a while, larray brings up something you were hoping he didn’t. “i couldn’t see but i was like ninety percent sure matt and y/n were making out the whole time” larray states, you hide your face in embarrassment. quen just laughs, giving you that ‘i-know-what-you’re-hiding’ look.
you’re saved by the sound of your oven beeping, telling you the cupcakes were done. “gotta go!” you say, turning to grab your oven mitt. matt places out a towel as you grab the cupcakes and place them down on said towel.
you let them cool off before turning the camera back on. you and matt are a fair distance away, despite being next to each other.
“so, for the decorating part we’re gonna be switching the roles. i’m gonna be deaf, larray’s gonna be mute, and y/n is gonna be blind.” matt explains, as everyone gets there roles together. chris walks in the frame, matt just pushing him out of the kitchen to go back with nick and quen.
matt and larray seem to be icing cupcakes quickly and nicely, but you can’t say the same for your own. your spoon has barely made it’s way to the cupcake, missing it a few times. the sprinkles you tried to add were all over the table, maybe three or four actually on the cupcake. the boys seem to be done with the ones they’ve decorated, leaving you struggling on your first one.
“y/n do you need help?” matt screams in your ear, making you jump. you reach out your hand, icing dripping off your index finger, for matt’s face. you reach his pretty nose first, putting a bit of icing on the middle of his nose.
a beat passes, then you feel icing on your nose. you fake gasp at him, leaving him giggling like a child. you try to hit him with a spatula, but have no clue where his face even is. regardless, you try.
then, you feel a hand on your back. just a simple tap, making you turn around and fling the spatula that way. then on your back again, other side. this happens for a bit filled with giggles, but then larray yells at you to lock in because him and nick had ‘unresolved beef’ and ‘he wanted to beat them’.
you try again with the cupcakes, trying to at least get some icing on them. you hear music faintly playing from headphones, but then the headphones would have to be right beside you…
and so is matt.
he’s leaned on the counter, trapping you next to the wall. “need some help?” his voice is awfully low for someone who can’t hear what they’re saying, but you nod anyways.
you feel his hand grip yours once again, the feeling making you even more needy. he guides the spoon over the cupcake, getting the entire surface covered. he takes the spoon and places it somewhere else, then slides something across the counter.
“take the sprinkles” he softly guides your hand to the sprinkle shaker. “annnndddd from here you’re good to put as much on there as you want” his voice is hot against your ear, and his tone is confusingly deep, like a poem unread.
the music is stopped now, along with some clamour from the rest of the group, but matt’s voice is the only thing keeping you grounded. you shake the sprinkles, hearing only a few pang against the marble counter so you know you got most on.
“can y’all like get a fucking room” nick says, coming up behind you. you take the blindfold off, realizing matt’s headphones were down and the only person that still had something on was chris, who was mute.
“y’done with the decorating and cuddling?” larray asks from the other kitchen, causing everyone to laugh. you blush, hoping no one would see it.
the boys finish their video with an outro and a taste test (after taking some pictures), which left quen almost throwing up and nick pushing one into chris’ face. your cupcakes tasted good, it was hard to enjoy it over nick screaming at chris because chris forgot the eggs.
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sturniolo.triplets HAPPY FRIDAY!!! Go vote on our story for who won in today’s video!
christopher.sturniolo Chris getting muffin thrown at him live 4k
-> matthew.sturniolo @christopher.sturniolo Drama queen
larray why does nicks cupcake look like it’s having a stroke
-> y/n.l/n agreed
-> nick.sturniolo @larray @y/n.l/n I’m never baking with you guys
quenblackwell 🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽
lets.trip.girl okayyy why were matt and y/n giving gf/bf the whole video???
-> macysturnzzs @lets.trip.girl LITERALLY LIKE WHEN THEY WERE ICING THEM???????
sturnzluverrr edits are gonna go insane with those y/n and matt clips
tessa’s notes… whew this took a second ignore how crap it is
